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imbored1201 · 2 months

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You’ll Never Change

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Paring: Alexia Putellas x Reader

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You lied again. Alexia was sick of you always lying. You promised you were just hanging out with friends; instead, you went back to the bar. A place you swore to Alexia you would never go again.

Right when she entered, she spotted you. Giggling over something some guy next to you said. You shook her head, going to your side and tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

“Oh, my girlfriend!” You yelled, “This is the girlfriend,” the guy, who was also drunk, waved at Alexia. You always seemed to have a new friend when she picked you up.

“Let’s go,” she said sternly. She was angry. You both had training in 6 hours, but you had no care for it, spending your night at the bar.

“Not yet; we’re placing bets,” she groaned, and you went back to now discussing “business” with the man.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you heard her say. You didn’t know who, but you didn’t care. Before you could get your phone out to give the guy your number, Alexia snatched it and grabbed you by your hand to lead you out.

You tried pulling your hand away from Alexia, wanting to go back inside. "Enough,” you huffed, just listening. “No fun.” Once she got you into the car, she stood there for a couple of seconds.

She was exhausted; she didn’t know what to do to help you anymore, and even then, whatever she tried, it wouldn’t help.

“Why did you lie to me?” She shoved the water bottle into your hand.

You refused to look at her, only continuing to drink the water she gave you. “I don’t know,” you muttered. “You told me you were going out with Lucy.” You simply shrugged, not in the mood to talk now.

“Mierda,” she muttered. It was like her breaking point; with everything going on with her knee, she just couldn’t deal with your crap right now. The car ride was silent, with her occasionally looking at you to make sure you weren’t going to be sick.

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“Sit on the couch.” She was just glad you were actually listening to her this time.

She teared up, grabbing her phone and walking to the kitchen. You just hummed to yourself, drinking the water.

“Mapi, I’m sorry, I just—yes, she’s at it again.” You tried standing up, wanting to go to bed, quickly tripping over yourself.

“Sit down,” she said sternly. "Sleep,” you slurred, listening to her. “You can sleep later; just wait for Mapi.”

“Is Ingrid coming to?” “I’m sure she will.”

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Alexia let out a sigh of relief when she heard the knock at the door. The past 10 minutes were nothing but awkward silence; she refused to look at you, only staring at her phone while you sat on the couch.

“Where is she?” Mapi asked as she and Ingrid walked in. "Couch,” Ingrid went to get you while Mapi brought Alexia in for a hug.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Alexia finally let her tears fall. She watched as Ingrid helped you stand up.

“I’m sorry, Mapi; I didn’t want to disturb you guys. I just need a break.” Alexia loved you too much to leave you while you were going through this. She wanted to help you so badly, but it was hard considering you refused to get proper help.

Every time she confronted you about it, you would spend the night crying in her arms, promising you would get help, and begging her not to leave you. It never happened.

She felt dumb for even staying this long, for defending your actions every time someone on the team brought it up. Leaving important meetings to pick you up and having to cancel some to take care of you.

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"Bye, amor,” you said happily to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as you let Ingrid help you out the door.

When that door finally shut, Alexia let go, and with shaky hands, she grabbed her phone once again, this time calling her mom.

"Mama,” her voice broke as she spoke. "Mama, I need you; it’s Y/N again; I don’t know how to help her anymore.” She wiped her eyes as she listened to what her mom had to say.

The next thing she knew, she was packing her bags up to stay with her mom, knowing she would likely not be coming back.

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“Don’t give me that look,” you told Mapi as you walked out of the spare room. “Then don’t be a dumbass and make your girlfriend cry.” You had already sent Alexia an apology text.

“Where’s Ingrid?” “Taking Alexia out on a spa day,” you collapsed on Mapi’s couch. You smiled at her as she sat down next to you, your smile fading when you saw that rare, serious look on her face. That look was only meant for the pitch.

“You don’t realize how many people you're hurting." It was heartbreaking to Mapi as well; you were her sister, and some say you two were the same exact person too.

“You have an amazing woman, Chica; she’s stayed this long because she really wants to help you. It’s unfair to her that you aren’t putting in the same work.”

“I don’t know what to do, Mapi,” you whispered. “You need to get help." She put an arm around your shoulder.

“You need to get actual help, Hermana; you can’t just say you will and ignore it after." “I will, I promise.”

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You did just that; you announced that you were taking a break from football. Everyone was shocked at the announcement; you obviously hadn’t even told your teammates about your plan. Not even Alexia.

You didn’t think there was any point in telling her; seeing her bags packed up three days after returning to the apartment was enough for you to know she was done with you. You couldn’t blame her.

You knew it would be tough leaving Barcelona, but after talking with Leah, you felt more comfortable with your final decision. She offered you a place to stay and even got you connected with someone to talk to.

You held in your tears, saying goodbye to Mapi and Ingrid. “Mapi. Look after her for me.” Mapi nodded, giving you a tight hug and trying to stop tears from coming out of her eyes.

“Don’t replace me,” you joked. “You’ll always be my partner in crime, but please take care of yourself.” You nodded and went to hug Ingrid.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” you smirked at that. “I can’t promise you anything; just make sure Mapi doesn’t replace me.”

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“Did you eat my candy again?” "No,” Leah scoffed, tackling you. "Yes, you did,” you grunted, shoving her. "No, I didn't.”

Three months have passed, and you were still struggling a bit. Thankfully for you, you had Leah there to knock sense into you and give you comfort when you really needed it.

You still hadn’t gotten into contact with Alexia; when you left, she was finally able to heal. You got updates through Mapi, who told you how Alexia was traveling a lot now with her family.

You realized all you were doing was holding her back from doing that stuff. Alexia had always talked about traveling the world with you, just the two of you.

You grabbed your phone, you hated how you still thought about her. You redownloaded Instagram and went straight to her account. You teared up as you looked at all her posts. She looked so happy.

She was never that happy around you; she was always worried you would go off and do something stupid. She never got any sleep waiting for you when you went out, knowing you would end up calling her in a couple of hours to pick you up.

“You shouldn’t do that to yourself." Leah told you as she watched you go to the photos. “I miss her.”

Leah said nothing, simply hugging you close and letting you cry. “I didn’t deserve her, Leah.”

You didn’t deserve Alexia Putellas, and you hoped one day she would find the love she truly does deserve.

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wosoamazing · 3 months

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Migraines

Summary: You start the day of slightly sick and during training your Mum gets a migraine so you leave early and some of your teammates take care of both of you.

Warning: Migraines, Minor sickness

Steph walked into training slightly late, you were perched on her hip, your head rested on her shoulder, checks a little rosier than usual, as you held onto Lobby your plush lobster.

“Oh Steph, hi” Lia said as she rounded the corner, “do you need help?” the English women, who was just behind the Swiss women, said as she took some of the bags off Steph.

“Oh, thank you, sorry it’s just that someone isn’t feeling the best I don’t think, and is very sooky and clingy, which made getting ready this morning almost impossible, and of course she has to get sick while Dean is away,” she paused for a moment “Oh God, why did I even come in, what if she gets everyone sick, I-”

“Steph,” Leah said as she put a hand on her arm “it’s okay, don’t panic, wasn’t Katie sick last week anyway?” Lia nodded “See so it’s Katie’s fault she’s sick anyway, so if anyone gets sick, its actually all on Katie”.

“Yeah, okay, what am I going to do with her? I didn’t even think about that I was just so focused on getting here” Your Mum panicked slightly.

“I’m not training today, I’ll take her, we can hang out.”

“Thank you, Leah, but are you sure, she isn’t going to give you much personal space and she will be in a mood”.

“I’m sure, I’m in need of some Y/N cuddles anyway”.

Steph turned her head to face you, “Hey chook,” you lifted you head up off her shoulder and look up at her, she brushed some hair out of your face before she continued, “I need to go train, but Leah is going to stay with you, okay? And I promise I’ll come visit whenever we get a break.” You nodded slightly before you were passed off to the tall blonde girl, “Love you,” you Mum said as she placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Ready to head out?” Lia asked Steph.

“Yeah, okay” she replied, and they headed out to the training pitch.

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The team was playing some fun skill-based games in training today, they were spilt into teams, your Mum was in a team with Beth, Lia and Caitlin. It was when they went over to grab drinks that Beth asked your Mum a question, “Steph, are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just that Dean has gone away, and Y/N is getting sick and-” she stumbles back slightly.

“Woah, Steph, I think you need to sit down,” Lia says as she gently pushes her friend towards the benches.

“No, I can’t, I need to go to check on Y/N and-” she is interrupted by a stabbing pain in her head, she moves her hand up towards her head, with her thumb on her temple and index finger on her forehead she sighed out.

“Shit, I think Katie got you sick,” Caitlin remarked.

“I’ll go get a medic,” Beth said as she walked off.

“Steph, I really do think you need to sit down. Please?” Lia said softly to her friend, gaining concern.

“Yeah okay,” she gave in as she slumped down in a seat, “I can’t be getting sick, I need to look after Y/N” she said before she moved her elbows to rest on her legs, leaning slightly forward, holding her head in her hands, Lia sat herself down next to her and started rubbing her back.

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“Hey, what’s going on?” Leah said as the two Women walked in, Lia’s arm was wrapped around Steph’s shoulder’s, the tears in Steph’s eyes indicated that this wasn’t just a visit, but something else.

“Steph just isn’t feeling too well, why are you guys in here?”

“She felt very very hot and kept whimpering in her sleep, so I brought her in here to see if they could do something, and to see if they had children’s medicine which they did, she felt better after that, but is still very tired so we decided to stay here so she could sleep”.

“’m sorry Leah,” your Mum said as she slightly collapsed onto the bed, resting her head back and closing her eyes, you woke up instantly at the sound of your Mum’s voice which made Leah smirked.

“Mama, hug,” you said while making grabby hands in her direction.

“Your Mama’s not feeling well, what if you just stay here with me?”

“No, wan Mama hug” you pouted.

“Leah, its fine just give her here” Leah got up at your Mum’s words and ever so cautiously placed you on her chest, your Mum wrapped her arms around you and a flashed weak smile at the two Women.

As you snuggled into the comfort of your Mum you said, “I love you Mama,”

“I love you too chook,” your Mama gave you a slight squeeze, Leah and Lia frowned at each other when your Mum didn't give you a kiss, she always gave you a kiss if she said I love you, just to really show she did love you, so the fact she didn’t give you one but kept her eyes closed as her head rested back against the bed wasn’t a good sign.

“Hey Steph, where are your keys? We might go and get all your stuff packed up and the car ready and take you both home.” Lia asked your Mum.

“There in my training bag, I think”.

“Okay,” Lia said as she started to stand up “No, don’t go, stay, please”.

“Like mother like daughter I see, it’s okay, you stay, I’ll go get all our stuff and get the car ready, I’ll then come back for little miss, and you can help Steph out.”

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It’s now later in the day and Katie and Caitlin have come over to visit, they brought some things for you and your Mum, as they visited your apartment on the way over, they also brought dinner with them. You were sitting in your portable highchair at the table, the girls sitting around you, when you saw a familiar figure appearing.

“Mama,” you call out. “Hey chook” she replies before sitting down in the chair closest to her, resting her head on her arms on the table.

“Feeling any better? I think chook is.” Leah says.

“Worse, that’s good”.

“I’ll get you some more Panadol,” Lia said as she started to stand up.

“Don’t bother Lia, it didn’t help”.

“Bath, Bath” you chime, having now finished your dinner, bath time was quite possibly your favourite part of the day.

“I’ll take her, Wally, you want to come too. I have no clue where anything is” Katie says as she picks you up out of your highchair, Lia nods and starts to walk off, Katie followed her.

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“Hey, what’s wrong? Like what actually hurts.” Caitlin asked as she sat herself down on a chair next to Steph and placed a hand on her back.

“My head really hurts, and every time I move everything spins,”

“Is it another migraine?”

“Wait you get migraines, since when Steph? You know you don’t have to hide these things” Leah’s voice was laced with concern; she was uneasy with the fact her friend and teammate hadn’t felt like she could share this.

“Only recently, she’s only ever had 3 and they have all been at Matildas camps, but is it?” Caitlin filled in Leah for Steph, questioning her again.

“I think it might be, but I don’t feel sick,”

“Do you have your meds?”

“No, they’re at home”.

“Are they just strong pain meds,” Caitlin nods “Do you want some of mine? I mean they will be slightly different but like,” Leah offers.

“I don’t know” your Mum’s voice breaks, and her shoulders start shaking, an indication she is crying.

“Hey, it’s okay, maybe we should give them a go,” Caitlin says as she rubs her back trying to comfort her.

“Could I? If that’s okay” “Yeah, sure I’ll just go grab you two and some water.”

“Come on, lets get you to the couch you’ll be more comfortable there,” your Mum nods her head in response and Caitlin helps her get settled on the couch. Shortly after Leah comes back in, handing two pills and a bottle of water to your Mum.

“Thank you Le,” “No problem, anything else I can do for you?”

“No, not currently, I don’t think so. But thank you for looking after both Y/N and I today”.

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“She’s okay, she’s just down here, see” Katie says trying to calm you down, you were having fun in your bath until you realised your Mum wasn’t there, you immediately burst into tears at the realisation and kept asking to see her.

“Mama,” you cry out, voice still shaking from your cries, your Mum bolts her body up as an automatic response.

“Fuck,” she sighs out, the sudden movement caused the pain in her head to increase tenfold and sent a wave of nausea through her.

“It’s okay, you moved too fast, just lie back down,” Caitlin says as she helps your Mum lie back down.

“Cait,” “Are you going to be sick? I’ve got a bag here, so if you are its okay.” Caitlin was very good as this by now considering all 3 migraines your Mum had experienced were when she was sharing a room with Caitlin at camp. At camp you benefited from her migraines as you got to have a sleepover with Harper in her Mum’s room.

“No, I think, I’m going to be okay now.”

“Mama,” you say softly as you sniffle.

“I’m okay bubba, I’ve just got a bit of headache, that’s making me feel bad.” Your Mum softly informs you.

“Oh,”

“But do you want a hug chook?” You nod eagerly, “Okay come here then,” Katie puts you down and you toddle over to your Mum, Caitlin then helps you up onto the couch and you climb onto your Mum’s chest, snuggling in as she wraps you in a hug. “I love you chook” she says, before kissing you on the top of your head.

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simpforfandom231 · 2 months

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Pregnancy PT1

here you gooooo, enjoy!!! Regina is pregnant and is married to Y/N. Janis, Cady, Karen, Gretchen, Regina, Y/n and Damian are best friends. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Regina lounged on the couch, her swollen feet propped up on the coffee table, as she flipped through channels on the TV. Her mood swung like a pendulum, from grumpy to downright irritable. Y/N, her girlfriend since their high school days, bustled around the kitchen, trying to whip up something edible for lunch.

"Gina, what do you feel like eating?" Y/N called from the kitchen, poking her head out to gauge Regina's mood.

Regina rolled her eyes, her hand rubbing her protruding belly. "I don't know, princess. Just surprise me. But make it quick, I'm starving and this baby's eating me from the inside out."

Y/N chuckled softly, accustomed to Regina's dramatic flair. "Alright, how about some grilled cheese and tomato soup?"

Regina made a face. "Ew, no. That sounds like something a sick person would eat."

"Okay, how about a salad then?" Y/N suggested, trying to keep her tone light.

Regina scoffed. "A salad? Seriously? I need something substantial, Y/N, not rabbit food."

Y/N sighed, her patience wearing thin. She knew Regina's mood swings were just part and parcel of pregnancy, but it didn't make dealing with them any easier. "Well, what do you want then?"

Regina shrugged, a pout forming on her lips. "I don't know, princess. Can't you read my mind or something?"

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I wish I could, Gina. But since I can't, how about I make you some pancakes? With extra syrup."

Regina's eyes lit up at the mention of pancakes. "Now you're talking, princess! Pancakes it is."

As Y/N got to work in the kitchen, Regina couldn't help but admire her girlfriend's grace under pressure. Despite Regina's mood swings and snappy remarks, Y/N remained patient and loving, always putting Regina's needs first.

"So, how's my little pancake doing in there?" Y/N asked, pouring batter onto the griddle.

Regina smirked, resting a hand on her belly. "Kicking up a storm, just like its mama."

Y/N chuckled, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "I can't wait to meet them, Gina. Our little bundle of joy."

Regina's heart swelled with love as she watched Y/N move around the kitchen, her gentle movements a stark contrast to Regina's own brash demeanor. Despite their differences, Regina knew she was lucky to have Y/N by her side.

As Y/N plated up a stack of pancakes, Regina couldn't resist teasing her. "You know, princess, sometimes I think you forget that I'm the one who's pregnant, not you."

Y/N rolled her eyes, playfully swatting Regina's arm. "Oh, trust me, Gina, I haven't forgotten. But that doesn't mean I can't pamper my pregnant girlfriend."

Regina grinned, reaching out to pull Y/N into a tight hug. "I love you, princess. Thanks for putting up with me and my mood swings."

Y/N returned the hug, pressing a kiss to Regina's cheek. "I love you too, Gina. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

After finishing their pancakes, Regina lounged on the couch while Y/N cleaned up the kitchen. Regina glanced over at Y/N, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You know, princess, I was thinking... What do you say we have a little gathering tonight? Just some friends over for a low-key hangout," Regina suggested, her tone surprisingly casual.

Y/N paused in her dishwashing, looking over at Regina with raised eyebrows. "Really? Who did you have in mind?"

Regina shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, just Cady, Karen, Gretchen, Damien, and Janis. Nothing too wild."

Y/N chuckled, drying her hands on a dish towel. "Sure, sounds like fun. Just try to keep your mean girl attitude in check tonight, okay?"

Regina rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "I can't make any promises, princess. But I'll try my best."

With Y/N's blessing, Regina grabbed her phone and fired off a quick text to their friends, inviting them over for the evening. Meanwhile, Y/N busied herself with tidying up the living room, fluffing pillows and straightening out magazines.

As the afternoon wore on, Regina's mood took a nosedive, her pregnancy hormones wreaking havoc on her emotions. She snapped at Y/N over trivial matters, her usual Regina George attitude in full force.

Y/N, however, took it all in stride, teasing Regina mercilessly whenever she got too snippy. "Careful, Gina, you're gonna scare the baby with all that attitude."

Regina scowled, rubbing her belly where the baby was kicking up a storm. "Ugh, this baby better not inherit your sense of humor, princess."

Y/N laughed, placing a comforting hand on Regina's belly. "Don't worry, Gina, I'll make sure our little one grows up with a healthy appreciation for sarcasm."

When their friends arrived later that evening, Y/N suggested they sit out in the garden to enjoy the warm spring weather. Regina begrudgingly agreed, her mood lifting slightly as they settled into chairs on the patio.

But even the tranquil setting couldn't temper Regina's sharp tongue, especially when Cady started recounting some of their high school memories.

"I still can't believe you guys wore pink on Wednesdays," Cady chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.

Regina narrowed her eyes, shooting Cady a withering glare. "And I still can't believe you infiltrated our group and tried to sabotage us, but here we are."

Y/N rolled her eyes, shooting Regina a warning look. "Come on, Gina, let's not dwell on the past. We're all friends now, remember?"

Regina huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine, whatever. Just don't expect me to forget."

Meanwhile, Y/N busied herself in the kitchen with Karen and Janis, preparing snacks and drinks for their guests. Karen chattered away about her latest fashion finds, while Janis cracked jokes and kept the mood light.

"So, Y/N, how's it going being pregnant with Regina's spawn?" Janis teased, flashing a grin.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, you know, just trying to survive Regina's mood swings one day at a time."

Karen giggled, pouring herself a glass of wine. "Well, if anyone can handle Regina, it's you, Missy."

As they joked and laughed in the kitchen, Regina couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for Y/N and her unwavering support. Despite Regina's flaws and occasional outbursts, Y/N stood by her side, always ready with a kind word or a gentle touch.

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the garden, Y/N suggested firing up the barbecue. The group agreed enthusiastically, eager to enjoy the balmy summer evening.

"Barbecue sounds great, Missy! I could go for some grilled veggies," Karen chimed in, her voice as bubbly as ever.

Regina rolled her eyes at Karen's comment. "Of course you want grilled veggies, Karen. You're like a walking Pinterest board."

Karen pouted, but quickly brushed off Regina's remark with a giggle. "Oh, Regina, you're so funny!"

Damian, ever the joker, couldn't resist teasing Regina further. "Yeah, Regina, lighten up. It's not like we're asking you to wear sweatpants or something."

Regina shot Damian a withering glare, but couldn't help but crack a smile at his antics. "Very funny, Damian. Maybe I'll make you cook your own burger."

While Regina and Damian bantered back and forth, Janis and Gretchen took charge of the grill, expertly flipping burgers and hot dogs with ease. Their laughter filled the air as they swapped stories and traded playful insults.

"So, Gina, how's the pregnancy treating you?" Janis asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Regina sighed dramatically, resting a hand on her swollen belly. "Oh, you know, just counting down the days until I can stop waddling around like a penguin."

Janis chuckled, flipping a burger with a flick of her wrist. "Well, at least you have an excuse for your mood swings now."

As Janis and Damian continued to rib Regina, Y/N and Cady retreated to the kitchen to prepare side dishes and salads. Gretchen eagerly joined them, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I remember when we used to do this in high school," Gretchen reminisced, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "It feels like a lifetime ago."

Y/N smiled, tossing a salad with expert precision. "Yeah, those were the days, weren't they? It's crazy how much has changed since then."

Cady nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "I still can't believe you and Regina ended up together, Y/N. How do you keep up with her?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Believe me, it's not always easy. But Regina has a way of keeping life interesting, that's for sure."

As they chatted and prepared food in the kitchen, Regina and the others joined them, their appetites whetted by the delicious smells wafting from the grill. Regina's mood had improved considerably, her sharp tongue softened by the warmth of friendship and good food.

As the evening sun cast a golden glow over the garden, the laughter and chatter of Regina and her friends filled the air. Janis and Regina engaged in a playful bout of banter, their teasing escalating with each passing moment.

"Watch it, Regina, or I'll have to push you into the pool," Janis threatened with a smirk, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes. "As if you could, Janis. I'd like to see you try."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Janis lunged forward, attempting to grab Regina's arm and pull her into the pool. But Regina was quick to react, dodging Janis's grasp and retaliating with a playful shove of her own.

Before Janis could react, she found herself tumbling headfirst into the pool with a splash, her laughter echoing across the water.

Y/N, who had been in the kitchen preparing a dessert, heard the commotion and came running out, thinking Regina had fallen in. She skidded to a halt at the edge of the pool, her eyes wide with concern.

"Regina, are you okay?!" Y/N exclaimed, scanning the water frantically.

Regina burst into giggles, pointing at Janis as she struggled to surface. "It's Janis, princess! She's the one who fell in!"

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, her worry quickly turning to amusement. "Oh, thank goodness. I thought you had fallen in, Gina."

Damian, who had been manning the grill, chuckled at the scene unfolding before him. "Looks like Janis got what she deserved, huh?"

Regina smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's what she gets for trying to mess with me."

But before Regina could revel in her victory for too long, Karen decided to join in on the fun, cannonballing into the pool with a loud splash. The water sloshed over the sides, drenching anyone unfortunate enough to be standing too close.

Regina's eyes widened in shock as she felt the water splash against her designer clothes. "Karen, you maniac! You're going to ruin my outfit!"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Regina's indignation, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Looks like you're not the only one getting wet, Gina."

But Regina wasn't about to let Karen's antics go unpunished. With a mischievous grin, she grabbed Y/N by the hand and pulled her into the pool with a playful splash.

Y/N let out a surprised squeal as she hit the water, her laughter bubbling up from deep within her. "Regina George, you are so going to pay for this!"

But before Y/N could exact her revenge, Gretchen and Cady swooped in, grabbing Regina by the arms and lowering her into the pool with a concerted effort. Regina thrashed and cursed, her designer clothes soaked through and her hair plastered to her face.

"Hey, watch it! These clothes cost more than you make in a month!" Regina snapped, her attitude in full force.

Y/N couldn't contain her laughter as she watched Regina struggle in the water, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like someone got a taste of their own medicine, huh, Gina?"

Regina shot Y/N a mock glare, but her lips twitched with suppressed laughter. "Just you wait, princess. I'll get you back for this."

As Regina fumed in the pool, her mood souring with each passing moment, Janis and Karen frolicked in the water nearby, their laughter echoing across the pool deck. But Regina paid them no mind, her attention fixed on the small figure at the edge of the pool.

"Is that Sprinkle?" Y/N asked, squinting against the sunlight to get a better look.

Regina's eyes narrowed as she spotted their chihuahua, Sprinkle, pawing at the water's edge, his tiny tail wagging eagerly.

"That little troublemaker better not even think about jumping in," Regina muttered darkly, her irritation palpable.

But despite Regina's warning glare, Sprinkle took a running leap and splashed into the pool with a tiny yelp, sending ripples cascading across the water.

Regina's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Sprinkle paddle frantically in the water, his tiny legs churning as he struggled to stay afloat.

"You idiotic furball! What were you thinking?!" Regina shouted, her frustration boiling over as she swam over to rescue Sprinkle.

Y/N reached out to comfort Regina, but Regina brushed her off, her focus solely on rescuing their beloved pet.

As Regina scooped Sprinkle out of the water and cradled him in her arms, her anger melted away, replaced by relief and concern.

"Are you okay, little guy?" Regina murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Sprinkle's wet fur.

But as Regina turned to glare at Sprinkle, her frustration returning full force, Cady couldn't resist teasing her.

"Well, well, looks like even Sprinkle has more guts than you, Regina," Cady joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Regina shot Cady a withering glare, her mean girl attitude in full force. "Watch it, Cady, or you'll be the one taking a swim next."

Cady laughed, unfazed by Regina's threat. "Oh, come on, Regina. Lighten up. It's just a little doggy paddle."

But Regina's mood had soured beyond repair, her frustration at Sprinkle's antics bubbling over as she clutched the soggy chihuahua to her chest.

As the group continued to play and laugh in the pool, Regina couldn't shake her irritation, her mean girl attitude casting a shadow over the otherwise carefree evening. But as Y/N wrapped her arms around Regina and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, Regina felt a flicker of warmth in her heart, reminding her that even in the midst of chaos, love and friendship would always prevail.

As Y/N emerged from the pool, water dripping from her hair and glistening on her skin, she announced her intention to fetch towels for everyone, including Sprinkle. Damian, ever the gentleman, offered Regina a hand as she made her way out of the pool, her mood still as prickly as ever.

"Come on, Regina, let me help you out," Damian said gently, extending his hand towards her.

Regina shot Damian a half-hearted glare but accepted his assistance nonetheless, grumbling under her breath as she clambered out of the pool.

Meanwhile, Y/N knelt beside Sprinkle, wrapping him in a towel and gently drying him off. Regina watched with a mixture of frustration and affection as Y/N fussed over their furry companion, her love for the dog evident despite her scowl.

"Stupid mutt," Regina muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with fondness.

Damian, sensing Regina's sour mood, quickly changed the subject. "Hey, the food's ready, everyone! Who's hungry?"

Gretchen, always eager to help, joined Damian in setting the table, arranging plates and utensils with precision. As Y/N returned with towels and clothes for everyone, she couldn't help but notice Regina's lingering scowl.

"Here you go, Gina," Y/N said cheerfully, handing Regina a pair of her favorite sweatpants and a hoodie. "I thought you might want to change into something more comfortable."

Regina grumbled her thanks as she accepted the clothes, her mood softening slightly at the sight of Y/N's thoughtful gesture.

As Y/N stepped away to change, Regina's eyes followed her, admiring the way the low-waisted sweatpants hugged her wife's toned abs. She felt a surge of desire wash over her, her scowl melting away as she drank in the sight of Y/N in her sports bra and sweatpants.

"You clean up nice, princess," Regina remarked, her voice husky with admiration.

Y/N flashed Regina a playful grin, a twinkle in her eye. "Why, thank you, Gina. I do try."

As they gathered around the table to enjoy their meal, Regina couldn't shake the feeling of warmth and contentment that washed over her.

As the group sat around the table in the garden, enjoying their meal and each other's company, the air was filled with laughter and chatter. Damian and Janis traded playful insults, their banter laced with affection. Karen and Gretchen huddled together, their heads bent close as they whispered and giggled conspiratorially. Cady and Y/N engaged in a lively discussion about their work, sharing stories and swapping advice.

Regina watched with a sense of contentment as Sprinkle curled up in her lap, his tiny body warm against hers. She ran her fingers through his fur absentmindedly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Hey, guys, I was thinking... Would you all like to stay over tonight?" Regina asked, her tone tentative yet still tinged with her trademark mean girl attitude.

The group exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with excitement. "That sounds like fun!" Janis exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Cady nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I'm in! It'll be like old times."

Y/N smiled at Regina, her eyes warm with affection. "I think that's a great idea, Gina."

But as they finished their meal, Y/N realized they were out of beer. "Hey, Gina, we're out of beer. I'll go grab some from the night store," she said, rising from the table.

Regina's brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure you want to go alone, princess? It's getting dark out there."

Y/N waved off Regina's concern with a grin. "I'll be fine, Gina. Besides, it's just a quick trip to the store."

Regina watched as Y/N gathered her things and headed towards the gate, her heart fluttering with worry. "Wait, do you have everything you need?"

Janis, ever the protective friend, chimed in. "Do you want some company, Y/N? I can come with you."

Y/N smiled gratefully at Janis. "Thanks, Janis, that would be great. We can carry the beers back together."

As Y/N and Janis disappeared down the street, Regina made her way to the kitchen to make tea and coffee for their guests. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her as she waited for Y/N to return, her thoughts consumed by worry.

As Y/N and Janis approached the gate of Y/N and Regina's house, their arms laden with bags of groceries, Y/N called out for assistance.

"Hey, can someone give us a hand with the gate?" Y/N's voice echoed through the yard, catching Regina's attention instantly. Concern etched on her face, Regina hurried over, ready to lend a hand.

"What's going on? Do you need help?" Regina's voice was filled with genuine worry as she reached Y/N's side, her hands poised to take some of the burden.

Y/N offered Regina a warm smile. "I'm fine, Gina. Just a little tired from carrying all these bags. We just need help with the gate."

Regina's expression softened with relief, but she couldn't resist the urge to help. "Let me grab one of those bags for you," she insisted, reaching for one of the heavier ones.

But Y/N held up a hand to stop her, a playful glint in her eye. "Sorry, Regina, but I can't let you help. You know, pregnant belly and all."

Regina's face fell at being denied the chance to assist. "But I want to help too. I don't want you doing all the heavy lifting."

Y/N chuckled, gently patting Regina's arm. "Don't worry, Gina, I've got this. You just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby."

Regina's mean girl attitude surged back, her frustration mounting. "Ugh, fine. Suit yourself. But don't expect me to do anything nice for you later."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, don't worry, Regina. I never expect anything nice from you."

Regina shot Y/N a mock glare before turning to Janis. "You could've at least let me help you."

Janis chuckled, shaking her head. "Sorry, Regina, but Y/N insisted. You know how stubborn she can be."

Regina sighed dramatically, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I know. She's lucky she's cute."

Y/N grinned, wrapping an arm around Regina's waist. "And you're lucky you have me to take care of you."

Regina leaned into Y/N's touch, her irritation melting away in the warmth of her wife's embrace. "Yeah, I guess I am."

As Y/N busied herself in the kitchen, arranging the beers and snacks in the fridge, she felt Regina's presence behind her before she even saw her.

Turning around, Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sight of Regina, her pregnant belly prominent and beautiful. Regina's eyes darted to the window, checking on the group in the garden, before she closed the distance between them with purpose.

Before Y/N could react, Regina's lips crashed against hers in a fierce kiss. Y/N melted into the embrace, wrapping her arms around Regina's neck as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. Regina's dominance was unmistakable, her passion evident in every move.

As they broke apart, Y/N couldn't help but tease Regina, knowing her attitude was likely a result of their earlier exchange about the grocery bags.

"Someone's feeling feisty," Y/N remarked with a playful grin, stepping back slightly to gaze up at Regina.

Regina smirked, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Can you blame me? You know how irresistible you are, especially when you're being stubborn."

Y/N chuckled, running a hand through Regina's hair affectionately. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that. But just remember, I'm not one to be dominated so easily, Regina George."

Regina raised an eyebrow, a challenge flickering in her eyes. "Oh, really? Care to prove it, Princess?"

Y/N laughed, enjoying the playful banter. "Maybe later. Right now, we've got guests to entertain."

Regina sighed dramatically, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "Fine, fine. But don't think I've forgotten about this little challenge of yours, Missy."

With a final peck on Y/N's lips, Regina headed back towards the garden, leaving Y/N feeling a mixture of amusement and affection. As she followed Regina's lead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the spark of excitement and love that Regina brought into their lives, even in the most unexpected moments. And as they rejoined their friends in the garden, Y/N knew that no matter what challenges they faced, as long as they faced them together, they would always come out stronger in the end.

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a/n: anon(s)! baby fic is here!! apologies for the wait but it’s long and i hope it’s worth it ☺️ honestly this fic feels like total chaos but i kind of love the vibes. not too much to say other than this was fun to write and i think we’re done on svechnikov baby birth fics lol

word count: 6.4k

tw: mentions of labor, brief innuendo, post partum anxiety (not diagnosed in fic)

summary: it’s time for baby svechnikov number four to make their entrance into the world and of course it’s chaos in the best possible way

“Mama!” Alina shrieks for your attention and your heart skips a beat at her volume, mild fight or flight kicking in before you catch sight of her in the doorway and see that she’s fine.

“Christ,” you mutter to yourself, heartbeat returning to normal. The baby gives a violent kick to your kidney and you wince. “Sorry, bub,” you pat the side of your stomach, “that hit of adrenaline couldn’t have been fun.”

Alina shouts for you again and you level her with a stern look, “hey, what did Mama tell you about shouting like that?”

You’re too pregnant to be gentle parenting, but if you don’t remind Alina about her indoor voice, she’ll just run rampant over the next few months while you’re completely distracted with the new baby. She shuffles her feet and pulls at the little ruffles on the sides of her bathing suit.

“No shoutin’ unless someone’s bleeding or really, really sick,” she sighs and when you nod, she perks up with a toothy little grin. “But I had to shout ‘cause Papa says your frone is ready!”

“My frone?” You repeat, brows scrunched together in confusion. You repeat the word a few times under your breath until it clicks. “Oh! My throne?”

Alina nods and does a little wiggle, bouncing on her feet. “Come on, mama! We wanna show you!” She’s definitely still shouting, but your middle daughter has never understood the concept of an inside voice.

You smile at her and laugh, “okay, mama’s coming, Alya. Remember I’m very slow.” You brace one hand at your lower back, the other hand rubbing at the side of your distended belly. As scary as it is, you’re glad that you’re being induced tomorrow - your entire body is sore and your back and hips are killing you from carrying around this giant Svechnikov baby. Your actual due date isn’t for another week, but since baby’s measuring so big, your ob/gyn made the call for a scheduled induction.

“Mama’s like a tuuuurtle,” she grins slyly, skipping back to the yard and leaving you shaking your head.

As soon as you get to the back door, you can feel the mid-August Raleigh heat and humidity, sweat already prickling at your hairline and armpits. You frown, already uncomfortable and not really in the mood to go outside. Leaving the air conditioning is going to be miserable, but the girls were begging you to join them and Andrei outside, so how could you resist. You scrape your hair back into a knot on top of your head, trying to keep as much of it off your neck as possible. Little pieces fall out anyway and curl with the humidity.

You wedge your feet into the pair of Adidas slides at the back door and step carefully over the lip onto the back patio. The heat hits instantly and you frown, cranky. The baby jabs an elbow into your side and you wince - there’s absolutely no room left in your stomach and every time the baby moves, you’re painfully reminded of that. You hadn’t even realized your stomach could stretch this much, but baby number four is testing the limits.

“Maaaaamaaaaa!” Alina and Kira shriek for you in stereo and you wave from the door, reluctant to go outside into the heat.

“Mama’s coming,” you call back, bracing a hand under the curve of your belly and waddling farther out onto the patio. The air feels like soup and you have no idea how Andrei and the girls are so energetic. Before you can make it a handful of feet, Andrei’s at your side, kissing your temple and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hi,” you murmur.

“Hi,” he smiles down at you, looking a little tired. His face is bright pink too, which you had warned him would happen. “Off to your throne, solnyshka.”

You let him guide you over the grass, avoiding the lawn toys and stray Barbie dolls that litter the ground. You’re perfectly capable of walking on your own, but it’s nice to lean your weight against Andrei’s side and have him help you. “Did you reapply sunscreen?” You ask, knowing the answer. Besides his face, his shoulders, chest, and arms are all tinged pink too.

He wrinkles his face at you. “I think once? I’m fine,” he shrugs and stops in front of your throne.

It’s one of your beach chairs settled in front of the girls’ old baby pool, an umbrella stuck in the grass behind the chair.

You grin at Andrei as the girls sprint up and dance around you.

“Do you love it, Mom?” Evie bounces excitedly on her toes. “That way you can watch us play!”

“I love it!” You cup Evie’s cheek in one hand, ruffling Alina’s hair with the other. “This is the best throne ever, you guys are making me feel so special.”

“Only the best for our koroleva,” Andrei winks at you, hoisting Kira up onto his hip when she starts tugging at the hem of his swim trunks. She grins her little toddler grin at you and then whispers in Andrei’s ear, a chubby little hand splayed on his cheek. He nods seriously and says, “yes, Mama will watch you go down the slide.”

You laugh and lower yourself into the chair, your lower back popping and protesting. A little groan slips past your lips and all four of your watchdogs whip their heads in your direction. The girls have wide eyed looks on their faces and you offer up a comforting smile, “sorry, girls. Mama’s okay, remember it’s hard for me to sit so low.”

A brief bout of Braxton Hicks two weeks earlier had taken you by surprise and your startled yelp and the way you had doubled over from the shock had scared the girls a little, so they’re insanely keyed into any weird noise you make lately.

“Why don’t you get Mama’s drink?” Andrei sets Kira back on her feet and nudges the three of them off with his hands. After they skip off, Andrei helps you swing your legs up and over so your feet kick in the cool water in the baby pool.

You sigh happily, dropping your head back, “oh god, that feels good. It’s hotter than Satan’s ass crack out here.”

The baby kicks, the outline of a little foot visible through the taut skin on your stomach, as if agreeing with you.

Andrei scratches at his jaw, rasping his fingers through a couple of days’ worth of stubble. “It’s not so bad, when you have the girls spraying you with the hose every two minutes,” he laughs a little, squatting down next to you and shaking his head so stray droplets of water fly off of his hair. Your face crinkles up and you swat at him, giggling. He taps at the side of your stomach, hand warm against your skin. “The little one is behaving?”

“In the loosest sense of the word,” you sigh, shifting in the chair, trying to get comfortable. “I’m kind of ready to get my lung capacity back.”

His hands stroke over the swell of your stomach, the baby’s arms and legs following Andrei’s touch. You pluck at the white linen fabric of your dress where it’s stuck to your skin with sweat, regretting the choice of clothing. “Tell me when you want to go inside,” Andrei says. “Girls will be fine if you’re not watching the water war.”

You hum, swishing your feet in the water. “A little vitamin D is probably good for me,” your smirk matches Andrei’s when the double entendre is out in the air. It’s been a minute since you had Andrei inside of you, too uncomfortable for the exertion, and you miss having him that way. The horny days of your second trimester are long in the rearview mirror.

Before he can say anything, the girls come running from the house, ice rattling around in the Stanley that Evie’s got clutched in her arms. You grin at the sight - your oldest leading the charge with her younger sisters following dutifully behind. Evie unceremoniously drops the cup on your lap with a chirpy, “here, Mama! Daddy even added lemon for you.”

“Oh, my favorite,” you reach out to tug on one of Evie’s braided pigtails and she beams at you before dancing away, Alina hot on her heels. Kira presses her little body up against your thigh and looks at you with puppy eyes. “What’s the matter, Kiry?”

“I have?” She asks, pointing at your Stanley.

You nod and hold the cup out for her, straw pointed in her direction. She plants her hands on the metal and chews a little on the straw while she sucks back more water than you expected. Andrei laughs a little when she gulps down the water, releasing the straw with a heavy sigh and then runs off, shrieking for her sisters.

“Adding another one to this chaos is going to be wild,” he comments, leaning back and splashing his hand in the pool water, hitting your shins with little droplets.

“Poor number four is either going to be the loudest to be heard or the quietest with three big sisters talking for them,” you giggle, tracing your fingers over the engraved 37 on the Stanley - the WAG Christmas gift that keeps on giving. You get a particularly painful kick to the ribs and wince, muttering, “maybe that first option.”

“Dadddeeeeeee!” A trio of shrieks echo across the yard, the girls calling for Andrei to rejoin them. He stands up and presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Duty calls,” he gives you a little salute and jogs off, leaving you to enjoy the way his ass fills out his bathing suit. It’s a view that never gets old, but even better is watching Andrei chase the girls around and play with them, matching grins on all four of their faces. He chases them through the sprinklers - if those have been on all morning, your water bill is going to be through the roof - and lets them splash him, pretending to get scared. He watches while the two older girls clamber up the side of the small inflatable water slide you’d ordered back in June when it was obvious that the majority of the summer was going to be spent in Raleigh, with the girls running loose in the backyard.

Kira stays at the bottom, in the splash zone, shrieking happily when Evie and Alina zip down the slide and hit her with water.

It’s honestly the best thing you’ve ever bought - the Nečas kids have been over for play dates at least once a week to run wild in the water and you’ve had a ton of the other guys and their families over for barbecues and parties. Now, you’re just glad it’ll keep your girls occupied while you relax.

After you’ve been outside for an hour or so, you call them all back so you and Andrei can reapply sunscreen to the girls’ pink little faces and shoulders. Andrei gets his own healthy dose of sunscreen, even though it’s too late for him to avoid the sunburn on his face, chest, and shoulders. You make a mental note to throw a bottle of aloe into the fridge when you get inside.

“I hate this, Mama!” Alina whines, bouncing from foot to foot while you try to cover her face in Baby Coppertone. “It’s yucky and sticky and I don’t want it!”

“If you don’t let me reapply,” you huff, out of breath from trying to keep her still between your knees and your severely diminished lung capacity, “your skin is going to turn pink and hurt.”

“I want pink skiiiin!” Alina howls, dodging your sunscreen covered hands and running off, her face a little mask of white from the lotion you hadn’t been able to rub in properly. She disappears into the playhouse and you roll your eyes, giving up completely. You’re too exhausted to fight her and tomorrow’s sunburn will be a problem for the babysitting grandparents while you push out the bowling ball baby laying on your bladder.

Behind you, Andrei laughs and teases you, “just like her Mama, that one.”

“Absolutely not,” you grumble, holding out your hands to him so he can pull you to your feet. “I’m literally so quiet and agreeable.”

“Maybe when you’re sleeping,” Andrei scoffs, helping you step out of the pool. His palm finds the side of your stomach like a magnet, fingers spread over the swell protectively. “Otherwise, you’re stubborn like a bull.” He pauses, smirks. “And loud.”

“You’re terrible,” you mutter, waddling as fast as you can to the bathroom. “Bullying the woman who’s carrying your fourth giant baby.”

Andrei’s voice carries through the bathroom door as you shut it behind you, “this is only the second big baby! The other two were normal sized.”

Later, when it’s far past your bedtime and you still can’t sleep with excitement and nerves swirling low in your belly, you whisper into the dark of your bedroom, “Drei? Are you awake?”

It takes a second, but eventually he replies, “depends.”

“On what?” You reply quietly, shifting and bending your leg so you can open up your hip a little and relieve some of the uncomfortableness. Kira curls closer to you, one arm draped over your stomach, the thumb of her other hand wedged firmly in between her lips. She looks even more like a baby while she sleeps, long eyelashes fluttering against the tops of her cheeks, and you start to feel emotion clogging your throat. Her last night of being the family’s baby. You hadn’t had the heart to put her back in her own bed when she came wandering in a few hours ago.

“On what you need from me,” Andrei’s voice is clouded with sleep, but you see and feel him roll onto his side so he’s facing you.

You stick your tongue out at him lightly. “Last night as a family of five,” you murmur. “Any final guesses - fourth girl or first boy?”

“Girl,” Andrei replies on a yawn, reaching his hand out and over Kira to rub at your belly. “Belly looks the same as it did with all three, just bigger.”

He’s not wrong, but, “agreed. But only because I think my nose spread out again like with the girls.”

“You’re just as beautiful as always,” Andrei says.“Your nose looks the same too.”

You’re convinced he’s lying, but there’s no point in arguing now.

“Think we’ll see bub tomorrow or will it be a couple of days?” You yawn, exhausted but wired. You can’t decide if you have to pee or if it’s just the pressure of the baby.

“Tomorrow,” Andrei laughs a little, “if the kid knows what’s good for her.”

You yawn again and Andrei tells you to get some rest, “it’s going to be a busy few days, solnyshka.”

Somehow you manage to fall asleep and then it’s induction day, a hectic morning consisting of four grandparents showing up and three little girls bouncing around asking if their baby is coming yet. You’re overwhelmed by the time Andrei helps you into the passenger seat of the Navigator, kissing you gently.

“Calm, my love,” he murmurs against your lips, rubbing at your stomach. “We know what to do, right?”

You nod, “right.” Wrapping your fingers in the neck of his t-shirt, you tug Andrei back in for another kiss. “Let’s go have a baby!”

Twelve hours later, you’re dripping in sweat, contractions gripping your stomach every thirty seconds with regularity. Andrei’s eaten lunch, dinner, and then a second dinner around 8:30. You, on the other hand, are on your ninth cup of ice chips and are dying for something that will actually fill you up.

You hold out your hand for Andrei’s when another contraction starts and he lets you crunch his fingers together while you breathe through it. “More ice?” He asks, brushing frizzy, damp strands of hair off your forehead.

“No,” you huff, slumping back against the pillows. “I never want to see an ice chip again. The second this kid pops out, I need you to get me a party platter of sushi, I don’t care what time it is.”

Andrei laughs and promises that he’ll get you whatever you want.

After that, it’s a blur. The contractions are nonstop, your ob/gyn between your legs encouraging you to push, and Andrei’s arm braced around your upper back to give you some leverage.

“Okay, I see some hair,” your doctor says. “Big head, but one push and it should be out. Then we’ve got a baby!”

Andrei murmurs encouraging words in your ear that you barely hear over the rush of blood in your head and the guttural scream that forces out of your throat. You scream and cry and there’s pressure and then release as the baby slides out.

You’re allowed to slump back against the pillows, tears streaming down your face while you crane your neck to see the baby, “is the baby healthy? Is she okay?”

“He’s just perfect,” your doctor beams, holding the baby up. “It’s a boy, mom and dad!”

Her words sink in and you start sobbing - a little boy!

Your husband’s big hand is cradled over your head and the baby’s on your chest, bloody and scrunched up and crying. Your own hands automatically come up to cradle him, your lips pressing against the top of his head. “A boy! Oh my god, Drei, a little boy,” you sob to him, laughing into Andrei’s mouth when he kisses you.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says shakily, his cheeks wet. “A son. Solnyshka, thank you. He’s - thank you. Fuck, I love you so much.”

Andrei’s hand comes up to cover yours on the baby’s back and you’re jolted by how warm his hand is compared to yours, you’re shaking and freezing, but all you can focus on is how happy you are.

The baby’s cries taper off and he nuzzles against your chest, your heart melting at how perfect and adorable he is.

“He looks like the girls,” Andrei comments, unable to stop staring. His fingers stroke over the baby’s back, your own trembling with the adrenaline come down.

You laugh. “They all look like you, babe. My genes never stood a chance,” you can’t stop smiling, pressing your lips all over the baby’s head. He’s so warm against your chest.

You’re not sure how long you get to keep the baby on your chest, but the next thing you know, you’re in recovery, dozing while you watch Andrei hold his son. The baby is a big one, like you’d expected, weighing in at a sold nine pounds, eleven ounces. Your entire lower body is still throbbing with pain, but it’s all so worth it to see Andrei with the baby cradled in his arms.

“Four kids and I still can’t believe he’s real,” Andrei chuckles hoarsely, gazing down at the baby with shiny eyes.

“Oh, I can believe it,” you reply dryly, shifting with a wince. “I feel like we should’ve been more prepared with boy names.”

You’d run through the list of the few that you had liked, but none seem right. His middle name will be for Andrei, but the first name is stumping you both.

“We’ll figure it out,” Andrei looks up at you with a grin. “I love you so much, I said that, right?”

“Several times,” you hold out your arms and wiggle your fingers at him. “Give me back my baby, Drei.”

Andrei transfers the baby to you with the ease of a practiced parent, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. You’re both exhausted and it’s so early in the morning the sun isn’t even up yet. You’ll have to pass out soon, but right now you can’t get enough of the infant. He looks so much smaller when he was in Andrei’s arms. You trace over the slope of his nose with the tip of your index finger, seeing so much of the girls and Andrei in his features. “You sure you don’t want to name him after your dad?” You ask, double checking.

“No, no,” Andrei shakes his head. “Geno has that covered. Besides,” his lips twist up in an impish little smile, “Igor’s not my favorite name.”

You know he’s thinking about the Canes’ most recent loss to the Rangers in the second round of the playoffs. The Rangers getting swept in the ECF had been extremely satisfying in your house.

You giggle a little and watch as the baby yawns. He’s been quiet, sleeping on and off, so much more peaceful than his older sisters. “Okay, I get it. You know, my grandfather, his name was Demetrius. A few letter changes…Dimitri?”

Andrei’s knuckle brushes against the soft pudge of the baby’s cheeks and murmurs the name. “Dimitri,” it sounds so different, so much better in his accent, “Dimka.”

He yawns in your arms and it feels like something clicks into place in your chest. You nod at Andrei, “that’s it. That’s his name.”

“Dimitri Andreievich,” Andrei laughs as he says the name. “Big name for a little boy.”

“He’s almost ten pounds,” you scoff. “This is a gift from the Big Boy genes, oh husband of mine.”

He smirks at you, leaning in for a kiss and your poor battered vagina gives a weak throb of pain. It’s too soon for him to be this adorable.

After a solid three hours of sleep, broken up once so you can try feeding Dimitri, you start pestering Andrei for your sushi. It’s nearing eight in the morning on the nineteenth, making it nearly twenty-four hours since you had breakfast with the girls before coming to the hospital.

“What about anything else?” He frowns at you. “Sushi for breakfast is…” He trails off, wrinkling his face in disgust.

With the baby latched to a nipple, you pout at him. “Did I or did I not push your giant child out of my body?” You pause to inhale and then continue, “And! Since it was already this morning before someone thought to feed me, all I’ve eaten in twenty four hours is ice chips and a peanut butter sandwich. I am starving!”

Andrei laughs at you, but before he can answer, gets distracted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. It’s probably Elena, looking for an update since you hadn’t called anyone in the early hours after Dimitri had been born, exhausted and looking to soak in the time as a trio. You turn your attention to the baby while Andrei chats in Russian on the phone. He hangs up and sits down on the edge of the bed, wrapping his hand around your knee. “Mama says the girls are going wild, waiting to hear about their new baby,” he grins toothily. “Can sushi wait? I think maybe I’ll go get the girls to introduce them to their brother.”

“Natives are restless?” You ask, the guilt of being away from the girls, even for a day, even to literally give birth, starting to creep in. Tears well in your eyes and you don’t bother to do anything about it, knowing you’re going to be a weepy mess for the foreseeable future. “How do you feel about meeting the big sisters, D?”

Dimitri lets out a soft little baby squeak and you give Andrei a watery grin. “I think he likes that plan. Bring me my girls.”

In the time that Andrei’s gone, Dimitri naps in his little plastic bassinet and you get helped into the bathroom by your nurse, ready to sit with the girls as long as their attention spans can handle it. You brush your hair back into a neater braid and wash your face clean of sweat. By the time that Andrei texts that he’s parking, you feel a little more human.

You can hear little footsteps running down the hall and you rub a hand over Dimitri’s belly, “get ready for Hurricane Svechnikova, bub.”

“Mama!” Evie bursts through the door first, hair in two pigtails on the top of her head and a bright red tutu around her waist. You beam at the sight of her and open your arms.

“Hi, bunny,” you coo, emotions clogging up your throat. “Come give me a hug!”

She dances over to your side and clambers up on the bed, nearly smacking you in the face with a piece of construction paper and jostling you a little painfully. You wrap her up in a tight hug, inhaling her little-kid scent of markers and Johnson and Johnson shampoo. Over her shoulder, you see Alina skip into the room and you hold open one arm.

“My Alya,” you grin. “Come join Mama.”

She’s in a Canes giveaway t-shirt that you’d cut down so it wasn’t a literal dress on her and you briefly wonder how wild they were being if this is how they ended up dressed. Alina needs a little help getting up on the bed and as Evie is pulling at the back of her shirt, Andrei appears at the door, Kira on his hip and an exasperated frown on his face.

“Didn’t Papa tell you not to run?” He raises an eyebrow at the older girls cuddled against your sides.

“We missed Mama,” Evie replies, pouting. You smooth a hand over her hair and shake your head at Andrei. They don’t need a parenting moment right now. Kira wiggles in his arms and reaches for you until Andrei relents and settles her on your lap in a way that doesn’t cause you pain. None of the girls have even so much as looked at the baby, but you’re not rushing them, knowing it’s a big change for them.

Andrei settles on the little couch while the girls fill you in on all the fun they had with the grandparents yesterday. They make Andrei bring you the bag of pictures they drew for you and the baby and that seems to trigger them. “Oh! Wait, Mama,” Evie perks up and looks around, “where’s the baby?”

You laugh and point at the plastic bassinet, “your little brother is right there. Just waiting to meet you three.”

Like it was rehearsed, all three of them scramble to the side of the bed to get a good look at Dimitri.

“He’s a boy?” Alina asks, squinting down at him.

“We have a brother? Not a sister?” Evie carefully reaches a hand into the bassinet to touch one of Dimitri’s tiny feet. “I thought it was a sister.”

“Baby!” Kira pats the edge of the plastic. “Baby in Mama’s belly?”

You kiss the back of her head. “Yeah, this is the baby that was in Mama’s tummy. His name is Dimitri.”

Andrei comes over to lift Kira and Alina into his arms so they can get a better look at the baby. “It’s different, right, to have a brother?” He asks, looking at you softly. You know he wouldn’t have cared if the baby were a girl, but there’s something about men and their sons, and you’re beyond happy that you were able to give him that.

“He’s not going to do much for a while,” you say. “But when he gets moving, I bet you’re all going to have a lot of fun.”

“Mmm,” Evie hums thoughtfully. “Boys are kinda yucky.”

“I’m a boy!” Andrei gasps, mock offended. “Am I yucky?”

You shoot him a wicked smile over Evie’s head and mouth ‘filthy’ at him, surprised that you even have it in you to flirt with him. Andrei laughs, his eyes sparkling, and you both nearly miss it when Evie chirps, “yeah, ‘cause sometimes you’re smelly after hockey.”

You snort a laugh and then, sensing that he’s missing some kind of party, Dimitri stirs, making little noises and wiggling his arms and legs. The girls watch, fascinated, and you skirt around Evie so you can pick him up. You glance at the clock on the wall and it’s been close to two and a half hours since you fed him, so he’s probably hungry. He starts to fuss more and the girls look a little disgruntled by the noise, so before they start complaining, you pucker up and plant a smacking kiss to Evie’s cheek, making her giggle. “How about Papa brings you guys back home so you can play and don’t have to watch me change any stinky diapers? Then you can come back later with Nana and Pop and Babu and Dedu? You can introduce them all to your new brother,” you grin, adding more excitement and animation to your tone so they’ll get excited too.

“You’re sure?” Andrei asks, even as your two middle kids are fighting in his arms, chattering at each other over who touched who. He’d scooped them off the bed as soon as Alina started poking at Kira to see how close she could get the former baby of the family to the edge of the bed without pushing her off. The noise they’re making is starting to agitate Dimitri and you’re very sure. Andrei himself looks a little frazzled with the girls practically shrieking in his ears.

“Go ahead,” you widen your eyes at him. “We’ll, ah, we’ll do a little more sibling bonding later in the day. D and I aren’t going anywhere.”

Andrei looks conflicted about leaving you, but honestly, Alina and Kira’s fighting is starting to give you a little bit of a headache. Dimitri is fussing more and you don’t want to start feeding him with the girls in the room because that opens up all the “whys” and “what are you doings” that the girls are so prone to these days.

Evie’s tucked against your side, looking down at the baby. She sighs and looks up at Andrei, “he’s so loud. Let’s come back when he’s quiet.”

Andrei’s mouth tips up in a half smile and you manage a weak laugh, reflexively holding out a hand to guide Evie when she half rolls, half climbs off the bed and beelines for the door. She waves over her shoulder and chirps a blithe, “bye Mommy, bye baby brother.”

“I think she’s expecting you to follow her,” you say to Andrei, a little wide eyed at your oldest’s actions. Securing Dimitri in one arm, you wave the other at the door, “go, please! Before she gets kidnapped!”

“Right, yeah,” Andrei nods and bounces the girls in his arms, “say bye to Mama. We’ll see her later, okay?”

Taking a little break from fighting, Alina and Kira wave at you over Andrei’s shoulders, blowing kisses. You wave back and then practically deflate when the door shuts behind Andrei and you’re left alone with the now opening crying Dimitri. You sigh and get him adjusted on your breast, quieting him immediately. You rub tiredly at your eyes, frustrated and exhausted. Maybe you’d underestimated the chaos four kids are going to be.

Once Dimitri is finished eating, you call for a nurse to bring him back to the nursery so you can get some much needed sleep. “I always feel bad sending them to the nursery,” you confess to the nurse, Jenna. “It makes me feel like a bad mom.”

“Sweetheart,” she laughs warmly, “I saw that husband of yours head out of here with your little girls. Sleep as much as you can before going home to that chaos.”

“They’re usually much better behaved,” you say wryly. “New sibling apparently throws off the routine.”

She tucks Dimitri into a swaddle and says, “oh, they get used to it. You two are old pros at this, so I think you know what you’re doing.”

You smile warily at her, a nervous pit in your stomach that you hadn’t felt after any of the girls’ births. You’re not sure why you feel so unsettled now, raising a boy in the early infancy stage isn’t any different than raising daughters. When Jenna takes Dimitri back to the nursery, you slide down on the bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and getting as comfortable as possible to take a nap. A few tears leak out of the corners of your eyes, dripping down your temples and into your hair and you take a deep breath. It catches in your throat a little and you hiccup, covering your eyes with a cold, shaky palm.

Somehow, you manage to nap on and off, dozing in that weird limbo where you can hear most of what’s happening around you, but time passes faster than you think. After what feels like two minutes, but is actually closer to two hours, you give up on the nap and find your phone in the mess on the bedside table. You busy yourself with responding to texts and scrolling through social media, zoning out to a video of a woman making homemade pop tarts when Andrei appears at the door.

“Delivery,” he announces, your head shooting up at the sound of his voice. In his hand is an obscenely large paper bag with the name of your favorite sushi place stamped on the side. He catches your gaze and shakes it enticingly. “Husband of the year, yes?”

“If there’s spicy tuna in there, I’ll get the trophy engraved now,” you tease, a small, but genuine smile on your face. Andrei kisses the corner of your mouth and sets the bag on the rolling table.

“Two spicy tuna and plenty of miso soup,” he promises, sitting down on the mattress and helping you unpack the plastic containers.

You rub your chopsticks together and ask, “how are the girls? Everything okay at home?”

Andrei’s in different clothes than when he left and he smells like soap and cologne, so you know he at least showered when he got home.

“They’re good, don’t worry about them,” he reassures you, passing over a container of seaweed salad. “Kir was down for a nap when I left and our moms were playing Barbies with the older two.”

You nod, poking at the seaweed with a lazy motion. Andrei’s gaze is steady on your bent head, you can feel his eyes studying you and so you eat a mouthful of the seaweed, chewing slowly. As hungry as you had been earlier, it’s hard to swallow now. Andrei’s knee bumps yours and you look up at him, worried brown eyes on yours.

“What’s going on, solnyshka? Are you okay?” He ducks his head so he can maintain eye contact. One of his hands comes up and cups your cheek. You lean into his touch and shrug.

“I’m okay,” you sigh. “Just…”

Andrei’s quiet while you try and find the words. You’re not even sure what you’re feeling, why you’re so overly emotional.

“I missed the girls,” you say quietly. “But, four kids? It just…this isn’t going to be easy at all, Drei. They all started chattering and Dimitri was crying and I just wanted to cry too.”

“He’s not even a day old,” Andrei says gently. “It’s okay you’re emotional. I’ll tell you a secret,” he laughs under his breath, “I cried in the car when I went to get the girls.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, setting your chopsticks down. Andrei’s not usually one to admit to crying.

“Yeah,” he nods. “Probably more because we have a son, but still. I cried.” Andrei winks at you, smiling warmly.

A little laugh slips past your lips and you tug at the end of your braid. “I think I’ll be okay once I get into a routine. But I’m glad the moms are staying until the season starts, we’re going to need all the help we can get.”

Andrei scoffs and moves to sit next to you and wrap his arm around your shoulders so you can burrow against his side. “You’re the rock, koroleva. If anyone can handle me, four kids, and the hockey season, it’s you,” he praises you, mouth pressed against your temple. “Just tell me if you’re overwhelmed, okay? We figure it out as a team.”

You nod against his side, the knot in your chest loosening a bit. Your arm rests on his stomach and Andrei keeps you as close as possible, knowing you need the physical comfort right now. “We’re so done having kids, by the way,” you mutter into his shirt.

Andrei laughs and your whole body vibrates with the sound. He rubs his hand up and down your arm, teasing, “Dimka and I are still outnumbered.”

“Oh, that is not something I care about,” you laugh in response, snaking your hand out to pluck a piece of sushi out of its container. “We’re closed for business down there.” You pause and then continue, knowing Andrei will have a retort. “For baby making business. Other fun activities will be reevaluated at six weeks.”

Your husband gives you a mock little salute, amusement written plainly on his face. He picks up his own piece of sushi with his free hand, popping the piece in his mouth and chewing before he says, quietly and totally sincerely, “you’re the best mom the kids could’ve asked for, you know that, right?”

“You’re going to make me cry again, you big jerk,” you sniffle, pressing a hand to your mouth. “I just finished crying!”

“I’m sorry,” Andrei cuddles you closer. “Eat and rest, because the moms are not going to want to wait too much long to meet the little guy.”

You pull back a little so look up at Andrei’s face and he has a slightly dopey look in his eyes, a little upturn to his lips like he’s trying to fight off a smile. “You want to go get him, don’t you?” You ask, exhaling a little laugh through your nose.

Andrei nods eagerly, unable to hide his excitement. “Yeah,” he admits, “I know we should rest, but I really want to keep holding him.”

“Go get him,” you say, “I kind of want to get a hit of that newborn smell.”

“Weirdo,” Andrei captures your chin in his fingers and tilts your head up to kiss you sweetly.

You grin against his mouth, “your weirdo and mother to your weird children too.”

Andrei’s laugh follows him all the way out the door.

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov fic #nhl fic

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ghouljams · 9 months

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I’m in a mood for cowboy! Ghost. How would Goose react if Ghost is super sick but is trying to still do his work? Would she go Mama Bear on him and force him to stay in bed while she took care of him? How would he react to someone being this attentive and caring to him while he is sick?

The problem is that Ghost is so used to toughing it out or taking care of himself that he will not tell Goose if he's sick. I think she'd know pretty quick though when he won't touch her because he doesn't wanna get her sick. No doctor Goose necessary, Momma Duck is one with the medical degree.

Simon is in the barn when you finally find him, he's been avoiding you since he left the house this morning and you're not really sure why. He's leaned against the wall, head tipped back and eyes closed, you can see the movement of his chest with each breath he takes. That's probably not good. You run through your options and settle on not being mad until he explains what's wrong. You grab his dog tags, because you know he won't risk breaking them. He sighs hard.

"Not in the mood sweetheart," He tells you, his voice is thicker than usual, too rough and deep for this late in the day.

"What's wrong with you?" You cut straight to the point. Simon doesn't even flinch, just pushes off the wall to stare you down.

"Nothing is wrong with me," It's too defensive, you narrow your eyes at him. He's not wearing his mask, it must've been real fucking uncomfortable for him to take it off. His cheeks are flushed, but not in a sunburn kind of way. You tug his tags and he resists your pull. Doesn't matter you can reach from here.

You raise a hand and press it against his forehead. Simon flinches away. Stupid bastard.

"Does daddy know you're sick?" You ask, not feeling particularly kind for asking in the first place. He should've told you.

"Doesn't need to, it won't affect my work."

"Bullshit it's not," You don't bother letting go of his chain, leading Simon out of the barn and back across the grass to his little house, "It's 100 degrees out and you're runnin' a fever, you plannin' on faintin'? You get any redder and I'll enter you in a tomato contest, swear to God I'm gonna kill ya' for this."

"You get more Texan when you're mad," Simon helpfully supplies. You don't bother turning to glare at him, you think he can feel it. He holds the screen door for you while you angrily push the house door open, more cooperative than you thought he'd be. Probably fixing to run back to work as soon as you leave. As if you would.

You don't let go of Simon until you see him sit on the bed. Even then you stand and tap your foot until he sighs and lays down like it's the hardest thing in the world. You give him a short nod and go to the bathroom for a thermometer and some cold meds. He's sat up and yanking his boots off when you come back. At least that's something. You hold out the thermometer and he takes it, but doesn't move past that.

"Under your tongue genius," You tell him already tipping purple nyquil into the little plastic cap. He eyes the cold medicine suspiciously. You set the full cap and the open bottle on the bedside table, and pull your phone out. "Either I take your temperature or Momma does, and you don't want me callin' the doctor out here."

Simon sticks the thermometer under his tongue. You don't know what it is with military men being so scared of the doctor, but it's damn useful for getting your way. You both wait for the thing to beep, you're quick to snatch it before Simon can. You're pretty sure he'll lie to you about his fever. You suck in a breath staring at the temperature on the little screen. 101, not good, and probably not helped by the heat or working all day.

"Wasn't that bad this morning," Simon grumbles. You don't spare him your glare this time.

"You-" You actually don't have an end to that sentence that doesn't make it sound like you want to strangle him. You point at the nyquil cap instead. He takes it dutifully and downs it like a shot. "I'm callin' the doctor." You tell him, because you can't really punish him for being sick, but you don't have to reward him either.

"Do not call the doctor," He warns you.

"Fine," You relent, Simon relaxes a little, "I'll call daddy." The tension is immediately back.

"Goose," Oh he's serious calling you that, too bad you're serious too, already dialing up your dad, "I'm warning you, do not." You hold the phone to your ear with a hand on your hip and wait for your father to pick up.

You don't even wait for him to ask you why you're calling you start right into it. "Simon's sick and you've been workin' him all-" Simon makes a grab for your phone while you're talking, you give a quick shout and try to hold it out of his way. He may be bigger than you but that doesn't mean he's going to stop you. Simon grabs your arm and pulls it down, you have to put real strength into keeping your phone held aloft.

"I'm fine, you don't need to call," Simon grits out, going for the more effective tactic of simply grabbing you around the waist and bodily hauling you onto the bed.

"How are you still this strong when you've got a fucking fever," You yell, trying to claw away from him. Simon just drags you back and snatches your phone.

"All fine here, sir," He tells Price quickly, keeping you pinned down with a firm hand on your back and your legs between his. He hangs up before Price can say anything and tosses your phone onto the nightstand. "Can you be less of a bloody wife for ten fucking minutes," He growls at you.

"Can you be less of a fucking soldier?" You hook your legs behind his and push up to reverse your positions. You settle angrily on his lap, and flop back on top of him.

"Forgot you could do that," Is the only response you get, half mumbled as Simon drags a hand down his face.

"Could've had a lovely day of me playing housewife, but no, it's always gotta be the hard way with you," You grumble, you hope the nyquil knocks him out before you do. You feel yourself raise with Simon's intake of breath, and lower quickly as he sighs. His hands grab you and flip you onto your stomach, you make yourself comfortable on him. He feels warm even though his clothes, you frown and press your ear to his chest to listen to his heart beat.

"You like the hard way." You can feel the rumble of his voice against your cheek.

"Not for this," you mumble, "you should've told me you weren't feeling good."

"I know," Simon sighs again.

"You'd wanna know if I was sick," Simon hums in response, you think the cold meds might be kicking in. You reach up to pat his face, "Stay awake I'm not done nagging."

"The fuck did you drug me for then?" He settles a hand on your head, the other rubbing your back with slower and slower motions. You suppose that's fair. "I'll tell ya' next time, alright? Lemme sleep."

"Fine," You relent, even though you don't fully believe him. You sort of wish Simon was a big baby about being sick, but you're also sort of glad he isn't. You wait for him to fall asleep before you get up to see if there's any soup in his little kitchenette. You expect he'll be out for a few hours, which is plenty of time for you to worry over him. Plenty of time for you to call your dad and tell him Simon's taking a sick day tomorrow, and plenty of time for you to sit on the bed next to Simon and brush his hair out of his face. He's such a soldier sometimes.

As if you wouldn't want to take care of him in sickness and in health.

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x oc #simon riley x oc #oc: goose #cowboy!ghost #being sick means being vulnerable and being vulnerable is very hard #even if you're literally marrying this person #Get it together Ghost you're being stupid #Price is so mad at Ghost for working with a fever #He didn't need you out in the heat Ghost he's got Gaz #and Gaz is more than capable of cattle wrangling

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russellsppttemplates · 3 months

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So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#max verstappen blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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mamayan · 5 months

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Okay imagine this - (you don't have to do it, you can delete this if it makes you uncomfy, I love you and you have done nothing wrong ever) - but IMAGINE okay?

Bakugo Katsuki, The Dynamight, number two hero, and his child with you is quirkless (bonus if reader is also quirkless)

Imagine the disappointed ambition - he was so sure the kid would inherit his quirk or something similar, he was so sure - especially since the kid looks like Katsuki - and yet...

I guess I'm in mood for hurt-comfort 😔

Honestly, I see this affecting our dearest mama here, as it’s likely for Katsuki to really fall for someone after being a bully/jerk to them.

Imagine his quirkless sweetheart, desperate to please and impress at all times because they’re just useless without a quirk (thanks to his bullying in the past) and realizing their child inherited their quirkless gene?

Pro-Hero Katsuki Bakugo x Quirkless Fem! Reader!

Growing Pains

cw: SFW • Language (R) • Hurt/Comfort • Bully to Lovers • Child Care (tis the season) • Pro-Hero Katsuki • Fem! Reader • Marriage • Katsuki learns how to communicate a little better

A child is a gift so precious one must always be careful never to forsake it.

That’s what his hag-mother always said at least. The endless joy though which his daughter brought truly lived up to her words though. A gift. A precious, incredibly tiny and fragile, gift he swore to never forsake as he held the bundle in his arms at the hospital.

You looked beautiful even after so long in labor. Joy painting your features and making his heart ache from the sugar being injected into his veins. The love and adoration in your eyes only making his resolve harden further, to protect you both and love you two till his last breath.

So what changed from that moment till now? As a normally happy rambunctious toddler sits in complete stillness with eyes wide in horror. You didn’t look any better, skin perspiration more than his own on a usual day, lip being chewed until the skin breaks and he’s forced to grip you tightly.

“Hey—,” his gruff voice wakes you up.

“I’m so sorry…” his brows furrow in confusion, your apology unexpected and odd.

“The fuck are you sorry for?” He feels the atmosphere in the room start to divulge, his child and you both acting as if you’d heard a cancer diagnosis and not something he’d already considered the possibility of. Of course he’d wanted his daughter to have a quirk, but it didn’t call for such a grave reaction.

“It’s all my fault… I’m so sorry baby…” the tears freak him out more, your tears flowing endlessly as you stare at him with such hopeless eyes he’s startled to his core. Dark garnet eyes widening as a sick feeling enters his gut, something churning he can’t even name. “I failed both you and our daughter, making her weak and worthless like me—,” He’s going to be sick for sure, the sterile little clinic room starting close in on him.

He’s Dynamight, number 2 pro hero, and only because shit for brains Deku was better with the media but still, he’s not sure what to do. How to fix it, as you hold your child and cry, asking for forgiveness from him.

It makes him remember every instance of the past he cringes and does his best to avoid thinking on. Every tug of your hair, every shove to the floor, every time he made you feel small for something so superficial as not having a quirk.

Your tears were endless, and they seemed to spur on his daughter as well, her little sniffles making him nearly enraged as the door creeks open at the worst moment and the doctor returns.

The woman’s sympathetic gaze make him want to punch her, the way she seems understanding and not offended as himself.

“It can be a hard acceptance Mrs. Bakugo, I’m happy to recommend some quirkless support groups for the two of you, then we can look at some family care plans—,”

“What. The. Fuck. Are you talking about? Support group? They don’t need a fucking support group, your raggedy ass bitch—!”

“Katsuki!” “Mr. Bakugo?!” “Papa?”

It didn’t matter, he wasn’t hearing words anymore, top blown and his tempter unleashed as he nearly blows the door off after throwing you both over his shoulder and storming out. Cursing the entire way, uncaring of the phones being pulled out and people whispering and recording. He’d get an earful from the agency but it hardly computed in his mind.

Your fault? It seemed clear enough it was his fault. When all he ever did was make you feel belittled for your quirklessness, small and weak because of it, and now what did it do?

It passed on to his own fucking kid. His fault. This was his fucking fault.

His own eyes were admittedly wet as he shuts you both up in the car. Making sure you both are buckled in safely before he nearly screams once he’s seated behind the wheel. He wants to scream more, yell and break something to deal with the flood of guilt and shame washing him like an old friend.

He never apologized, only pushed it all away like the bullying and harassment never occurred when he started courting you. He’d been in love with you, and that bullying was his sick revenge for making him feel so much adoration for a single individual.

His frame engulfs the seat, muscles taunt and wide chest heaving as he calms down slowly to your silent tears and wobbly bottom lip.

“Katsuki… can we not have any discussions with her in the car…? Maybe we…,” you lick your lips as you fumble over yourself like a nervous wreck in the passenger seat, eyes wide and pacifying as you give him a look filled with a plea. “—Maybe we could have her stay with your mother tonight?”

Because you think he’s angry at you and at her.

For being quirkless.

The most defenseless and precious people to him, the two he’d sworn to never hurt or mistreat, now looking at him with complete devastation and heartbreak. His daughter is never usually so silent and still, sitting like a little doll in her car seat.

He’d always been a confident man. Unshakeable and firm in his resolve because he refused to settle and let himself be anything less than the best.

For all he is though, he’s never felt more helpless and human.

You flinch when the first tear falls.

The sight just as jarring as the realization your child is like you.

Katsuki’s eyes widen before narrowing as he grits his teeth and bares them like a hurt animal, tears spilling as he slams his head on the steering wheel in frustration. The windows tinted and thankfully adding a touch of privacy he’s grateful for now.

“I’m sorry—!” It’s wobbly and hissed like a curse, his apology burning his throat as he forces it out. He can’t look at you as he wipes at his face, shaking his head as he clears it to focus long enough to repeat himself.

“I’m so fucking sorry—never, never did I think less of you ‘cuz you didn’t have a damn quirk—! I was an asshole, a piece of shit that didn’t know how to deal with my crush on you, so I fucking ruined it by picking on you.” His eyes are blood shot, kept wide to prevent anymore liquid spillage but the way his entire face and body scrunch up, it’s difficult to believe he’s able to stop himself on sheer will alone.

“Papa…?” It’s like a slap to the face when he looks over at his daughter to see a spitting image of you both in her, features more like him but personality following you in a way that makes him melt.

“Y’listen good,” he gathers himself up better as he addresses your daughter now. “You will never be less than anyone else, quirk or no quirk, y’hear me?”

“But—,”

“No buts. It’s not up for debate. A quirk doesn’t classify a person’s value. It never has. We just associate them with power when in fact, a bunch of useless quirk havin’ shit stains run the country. A quirk ain’t power kid, power is in will, and that’s all you.” He’s glad you kindly dismiss his slip in language, watching as her little eyes widen and well with tears too.

“So I’m not bad?”

“You’re the best damn thing that’s happened since I met your mom. I love your mom, don’t I? She’s great even if she doesn’t have a quirk. Strong and resilient, patient and smarter than I’ll ever be.” He’s gripping the steering wheel so tight it may break soon if he doesn’t release his grip.

Then he’s being met with you. Your arms wrapping around him, your own muffled cries in his shirt. His hands are around you just as quickly, pulling you into him as much as the small space in the vehicle allows, breathing you in and calming himself as he reaches out and unbuckles your daughter to pull her little body into the bear hug too.

“You mean it…?” Your whisper barely audible as he holds you both close.

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

And that’s enough for this moment. While he’s not a great man, Katsuki truly never lies, sometimes honest to a point it’s painful.

This is a bittersweet pain though.

Dividers/ @cafekitsune

#Yan answers #Yan loves her mooties #tw: child care #bnha #bakugou katsuki #pro-hero katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #hurt/comfort #mha

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tarjapearce · 2 months

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So.....is there a cartoon or song that the O'Hara kids often watch/listen to that makes their parents want to take the CD away or turn off the internet?

Hehehe 🤭

If there was something Miguel and you regretted was to bring up and old show you used to watch.

You for bringing it up, and Miguel for adding it to Lyla's code so Benjamin and Rosie could watch anytime they wanted.

At first the show, PB & J Otter, was a success for his babies. Benjamin would sit next to Rosie and watch a couple of chapters before either you or Miguel picked them up for a bath and then sleep.

But a month later, whenever This song came up, his eye started twitching.

You knew the song by heart at this point, and sometimes you sang along subconsciously in the most random times of the day.

Benjamin had asked to play it whenever you picked him up from school. Even Gabriella joined for a bit before she started using her earphones with a 'not again' face.

But this one, had him giving Lyla a side eye.

Not that Miguel disliked the song or the show. He just secretly started hating noodles.

Noodle, use your noodle

His jaw tensed when the song echoed in the sound system in the living room.

Even though Rosie's happy screeching was worth the torture, And Benjamin's dance amused him every time, it had to stop.

Noodle, do the noodle dance

And that night you were making noodles. Again.

You in the other hand, secretly asked Lyla to fake an error whenever Benjamin asked for either the intro or The Noodle Song in your car.

"Mama, can I have some noodles for dinner?"

"Sorry, mi amor but if you keep eating them only you'll get constipated and sick."

"And you'll turn into one!." Gabi whispered ominously at him with a spooky grin.

"What? Is that true, Mama?"

Benjamin's concerned voice made you giggle, "No, mi amor. You won't turn into a noodle."

"She just says so cause she don't wanna spook you out. There was a man that ate honey only, and he turned into honey!"

Your brow quirked

"Spooky. Where did you learn that?"

"On class today, we saw some legends and discussed about the Honeyed Man!"

"Wait, it's true?!"

Gabi nodded and Benjamin's eyes turned bleary.

"Benjamin, baby, it's alright!, it's just a legend. But you will do get sick if you only eat pasta."

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Thanks to Gabi The Noodle song stopped echoing through the living room.

Miguel seemed in a better mood but you loved teasing him. As for the kids they just moved on to another show. Rosie had been more interested in playing with whatever safe texture she could lay her tiny hands on.

With a stretch you got into bed next to him and kissed his shoulders while you rubbed one of his firm glutes.

"Wanna use your noodle, Papa?"

You whispered to his ear with a cracking voice thanks to the laughter and he groaned underneath the pillow.

"Stop", His hands would pull you close while his mouth was already working by leaving a loving trail of kisses in your tender neck, earning him a flurry of sweet giggles as he rested his chin ontop of your breasts.

"Won't use my noodle if you keep laughing."

"Oh my god. This is so bad"

Miguel's shoulders just shook at the silent laughter you provoked him.

"I hate noodles."

"Gabi told Benji he'll turn into one if he kept eating them."

"Remind me to increase her allowance for that."

Your leg hooked onto his waist, as usual and then he kissed you.

"'Nough talk." He removed his shirt and pinned you underneath his frame, "Gotta give you some noodle."

Your teasing had backfired, but in truth you didn't mind. You both loved making love in between laughs.

#talking with t✨#t writes✨#miguel o'hara x reader #soccer family ⚽🕷️#miguel o'hara x you #gabi o'hara #mama o'hara #rosie o'hara #benjamin o'hara

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josephquinnswhore · 1 year

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hello hello hello!! i hope you're having a wonderful day my dearest 💛

i have a dad pedro x pregnant wife reader request if you're taking them?

could you do where like reader is like almost ready to pop with their third child and their first maybe around 8 years old and their second is around 6 years old and reader and pedro finally agree on getting a house and they go house hunting. i'm a big sucker for imaging how it would be to have a family with this man and doing stuff like this with him.

pure fluff and happiness bc my depressed ass needs some happiness 💛💛

-much love my darling 💛💛

Settling In

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader.

Summary: you and Pedro are hunting for your dream home before your third bundle of joy arrives.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: pregnancy, mentions of blood, bodily fluids, birth (not detailed.)

Note: I’m sorry this is short I’m sick and my brain hurts lol. Anyways I hope you love this, thank you so much for requesting!!

The grunt that leaves your lips as you roll around on the bed is involuntary, trying to escape the warmth urgently as your baby sits on your bladder, putting more pressure for you to get to the toilet. You ignore the pains in your body as you stand, waddling to the toilet just in time to not lose your bladder on the bathroom tiles.

You thoroughly wash your hands and wipe them on your fleecy pyjamas. A delicious smell wafts from down the hall, your mouth watering with saliva as your stomach grumbles with want. Your steps are heavy as you tread down the hallway, your body slightly rocking side to side as you waddle, your heavily pregnant stomach taking its toll on every inch of your body. Your eldest daughter Maria comes running toward you first, “morning mama, dads making us breakfast. Your favourite too.” You play with her hair as she hugs you, pushing a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. “Oh did he? Isn’t that sweet.” She rushes to her spot at the table, screeching her chair as she waits patiently for her food. Your second daughter, Andie stays seated, you press a kiss to the top of her head as she swings her legs under the table as she groans in frustration, tired of waiting for her food. “Good morning baby.” She huffs, finally looking at you as Pedro comes over with plates full of food for the girls. “Hi mama.” Pedro serves the girls their food, not wanting to keeping them waiting a minute longer. He sets the rest of the food down for the two of you, stalking towards you with a grin on his face. “What’s got you in a good mood this morning?” You question with mock suspicion. “Can’t I just be happy to see my beautiful wife?” Your cheeks heat at his comment, rolling your eyes as you lean into him. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” He pulls away from the hug, pulling your designated seat away from the table so you can sit. As he sits you fill your plate of your favourite breakfast foods and some fresh fruit. “I do have good news to share baby, you got me.” He throws his hands up and you smile, watching him In encouragement to continue, “I think we’ve found a house. We can go and look today if you’re up for it. Make sure it’s everything you’ve dreamed of.” Your tears start filling with tears, hormones flowing through your body like a tidal wave. “Baby that’s incredible.” His grin widens, “the appointment is for 10:30 this morning. Once the girls are done eating I’ll get them ready, you sit and enjoy your breakfast.”

After 10 long minutes of ruffling through your wardrobe you finally find an outfit that you like, it accentuates your bump beautifully, matching your skin tone. You slip on a pair of vans, not bothering to be too formal today, thinking more about your comfort.

“You look incredible, do you know what?” You giggle and hide your face in your hands, after 10 years of being with Pedro he still had a way of making you feel like a teenager with a crush, “you only tell me a hundred times a day.” Pedro huffs shaking his head, “that’s not enough, make sure to scold me next time.” He jests. “The girls are strapped into the car, you ready to go?” You pat your pockets, phone, wallet, keys. “Good to go.” You confirm.

You try not to laugh as you see the girls dressed in mixed matched clothing, Pedro was never one for caring about kids dressing in super expensive clothing, nor did he care how they dress, he let them dress themselves most days unless it was ridiculously outrageous. Pedro opens the passenger door to his Audi for you, letting you hold his hand as you lower yourself into the leather seat. He presses a kiss to your hand before he shuts the door.

You had seen the house online, no price listed which you would assume means one thing; it’s expensive. The neighbourhood was filled with extravagant houses and perfectly mowed front yards, some with picket fences and gardens full of colourful flourishing flowers. The house had a sign out the front “for sale” in bold orange letters. It took your breath away momentarily, “holy shit.” Pedro only smiled as you watch in awe as he helps the girls out of their seats, opening the doors for them. “Wait here while I help mama out of the car, okay? Stay here.” The girls agreed in a unison of, “okay papa.” Pedro helps you out of the car, holding his hand above your head to make sure you don’t bump it on the door frame. A grunt leaves your lips as you stretch your spine, cracking in a few places before it settles again, earning a big kick from your baby.

“What a beautiful family we have here! You must be,” she checks her notepad for appointments, “Mr Pascal. Pleasure to meet you, I’m Donna.” Pedro nods his head, “this is my wife and our two daughters, Maria and Andie.” The middle age lady greets your daughters kindly, “hi Donna.” Your daughters greet, the ladies short blonde hair rested on the shoulder of her suit jacket. “Hi girls. Why don’t we get started and go inside and I can show you around!” “Perfect!” You cheer. As you walk through the front door you’re in the kitchen, the white granite bench accentuates the kitchen countertop. The kitchen was modern, stylish lights hanging from the ceiling illuminating a bright yellow light. “This kitchen was renovated by the last owners, first of many bonuses that come with the house!” You look around in awe, trying to take in the minute details and imagining yourself cooking meals for Pedro and the kids in this kitchen, smiling to yourself at the thought. “Now just around the corner we have the living room, a spacious area for your beautiful family! A fireplace was also added by previous owners, the perfect addition for the upcoming winter!” The lounge room was fully furnished, the room accentuated with light grey and whites. An artwork catches your eye on the wall, a familiar work “CENTREFOLD” by Kathryn Macnaughton. “The last owner had good taste in art.” Donna laughs, “the last owner painted this artwork.” You turn to her as your mouth gapes open, “wow, that’s incredible.”

The bedrooms are spacious, enough for the girls to have their own and baby when they get old enough. The mast bedroom is huge, the California King Bed sits proudly on its black bedframe, the room furnished and you wonder if it comes with the house. “Does the house come furnished?” Donna smiles widely as she shows you the ensuite bathroom. “It does come fully furnished! You can always discard of or replace the furniture if it’s not to your liking.” You and Pedro share a look “no, it’s perfect, you insist, inspecting the shower, already imagining you and Pedro showering your newborn together.

“Why don’t you go and show the girls the garden out back sweetheart?” The girls cheered at Pedro’s suggestion, “sure,” you gestured the girls out the back, “let’s go and have a look at the pretty flowers outside. See if we can find any butterflies.” The two girls take one hand each and drag you out the door which makes Pedro laugh. It’s beautiful outside, it’s cooling down through the day in transition for winter. The flowers are big and bold, full of nectar which attracts bumblebees and butterflies.

“Look mama a big butterfly!” Your eyes follow Andie’s finger, eyes finding the blue Monarch butterfly that lands on a yellow flower, sucking the nectar and fluttering away all in a matter of seconds. “Look he’s got friends!” Maria yells, running to chase the butterflies that wonder over the fence. “Aw they’re gone.” Maria sighs with disappointment in her voice, “it’s okay baby. We’ll see lots of butterflies if daddy wants this house.” Your hand rests on her head, running your fingers down her dark locks. “Are we going to live her mama?” You shrug, “it’s not up to me baby.”

“Actually, it’s entirely up to you. How do you like it?” Pedro’s voice makes you turn around, a small smile on your face as you see his red cheeks. “I love it baby. It just looks.. expensive.” Pedro frowns, the wrinkles in his face are deepening at his expression. His hand rests on your pregnant stomach, “this is for us, our family. If you want is, it’s ours.” You wipe the tears that collect on your lash line with a laugh, “making me emotional Pedrito. Yes I would love it here, the girls are having so much fun.” The sound of the girls laughter fills the air, the birds singing their songs accompany them. “I was hoping you would say that, because I already bought the house.” Pedro admits sheepishly. You wrap your arms around his neck, your bulging stomach creating a space between you, stopping you from being completely into him. “It’s perfect Pedro, I can’t wait for our baby to be here with us.” He kisses your lips sweetly, “I can’t wait for him to be here either.” You raise your eyebrows, “him?” He shrugs casually, “just got a feeling.”

“It’s a boy!” The midwife declares. Tears are falling down your cheeks as sobs fall through your lips, the small infant is placed on your chest, a beanie on his head and skin still coated in blood and fluid. His loud wailing cries settle as you wrap your arms around him, kissing him on the head. “You’re so perfect.” Pedro is kissing the skin of your sweaty shoulders as the midwife’s clean you up. “Oscar Jose Pascal. Welcome to the world.” Pedro is crying and you wrap him in a blanket, “do you want to hold him?” Pedro’s eyes are red from crying, “please, baby, please.” Pedro was shaking, you sit him down on the chair besides the bed, “take your shirt off, he needs skin to skin contact.” Pedro follows your instruction, holding his son to his chest, learning his head into Oscar’s. “God he’s so perfect. You did incredible baby, I’m so proud of you.” You place your hand on his thigh, rubbing it lovingly, “I can’t wait to get him home. The girls are gonna love him.” Pedro only hums in agreement as he intently listens to his soon coo at his touch. Your family was complete.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro x fem reader #husband Pedro pascal #dad Pedro pascal #fluff #pedro pascal fic

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feelingf1 · 10 months

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reunited - charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader

summary: charles was the boy next door for a lot of your childhood, that was until he left one day without saying goodbye. you decide to go to the Monaco gp, but will he recognize you?

authors note: this sounded way better in my head, but i wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.

enjoy!

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17 Years Ago:

You rushed down the stairs as fast as your little feet could carry you, grabbing your coat off the hook as you reached the bottom. You had spent all day watching out of your window, waiting for Charles, your next door neighbor and best friend, to come home from his week-long trip to Spain.

“Mama, Charles is home! Can I go see him?” You called out to your mother, who was tidying the kitchen. She smiled softly at you. “I don’t know love, they’ve had a long day full of traveling, they’re probably tired.”

You weren’t going to give up that easily. “But Mama, Charles said I could go see him as soon as he came home. Please? I haven’t seen him in like years.” Your mother shook her head, laughing. “Okay, you can go. But if Pascale is not in the mood to have you over, come right back. Okay?”

You ran over to your mother and hugged her leg tight. “Yes, thanks Mama.” and you practically sprinted out the door, not stopping until you rang Charles’ doorbell.

Pascale opened the door and called up the stairs for Charles to come down. “Y/N, I missed you.” he screamed and hugged you tightly. You returned the hug, grinning from ear to ear. “I missed you too. Where did you go?”

“I went to a karting race in Spain, and I nearly won.” The pride was extremely visible across his face as he held out the photos that his older brother, Lorenzo, took whilst he was driving.

“I got a silver medal, come and see.” The two of you joined hands, sprinting up the steps into Charles’ bedroom. He held out the medal and you took it into your hands.

“Charlie, this is so cool! You’re going to be the best driver ever when you’re older.” He smiled, “I hope so. I really want to driver for Ferrari when I’m older.”

You felt your heart drop a bit after hearing this. You thought that the two of you would live on the Monaco coast forever, like you had promised.

“But Charlie, Ferrari is in Italy, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“But then we wouldn’t live together here.”

“I can live here too, or you can move to Italy with me. Don’t worry Y/N, I will never leave you.”

You looked up at him, “Promise?” He nodded, “Promise.” “Okay good.” you said, “You can’t break a promise.”

“I won’t. Now come here and look at the photos of the beach.” He said as he grabbed your hand and jumped onto the bed with you, photos flying everywhere.

a few months later

As the bus dropped you off at your gate, you sprinted towards the door, rushing to ask your mother for permission to go and see Charles. He hadn’t been in school all week, but it was wintertime, and you’d just assumed he was sick.

You rushed into the kitchen. “Mama, can I-”

You met your mother sitting at the kitchen table, with a sad smile on her face. “Y/N, come sit, we have to talk.”

You threw your bag on the floor and sat into the chair, your mother looked very upset, which worried you as she was normally an extremely happy and bright person.

“Pascale called me this morning Y/N. She had to move back to her home in Italy, her parents are very sick and she needs to help them out.”

You felt upset, Pascale was practically your second mother, but you were happy that you still had Charles.

“That’s sad, but at least Charlie is still here.”

Your mother reached out and grabbed your hand, stroking it softly. “No, Y/N. Pascale took Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo with her. They all moved to Italy.”

You burst into tears. You couldn’t believe that you had lost your best friend, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“But Mama.” You cried, through sobs. “Why didn’t he say goodbye?”

A tear rolled down her cheek, she hated seeing you so upset. “It was so sudden Y/N. She didn’t tell Charles or Arthur because she didn’t want to make you all sad. But don’t worry, Pascale said that he’ll write letters to you and maybe come visit you, okay?”

You crawled into your mother’s lap, still sobbing into her soft jumper. “I didn’t want him to go. He promised he’d never leave me Mama.”

“I know pet, but this was something nobody can control.” She said, stroking your hair. “Come on, let’s watch a movie to make you feel better.”

She wrapped you up in your arms and carried you to the living room.

“I can’t wait to get his letters Mama. They’ll be so exciting.”

You waited day after day, but the letters never came.

17 Years Later:

You grabbed the white blazer that was hanging in your wardrobe and put it on with a green top underneath. Today you were going to the Monaco GP with your two best friends, who had managed to get their hands on paddock passes.

As you curled your hair and did your makeup, you couldn’t help but think about Charles. He wasn’t just your home hero, but your childhood best friend, who you still sorely missed many years later.

You tried everything to reach out to him, sending him messages, letters, posting tweets, absolutely everything, but he probably just thought you were another crazy fan, which broke your heart.

Your friends entered your room. “Ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your bag from your table.

The atmosphere at the race was incredible as always. This was the first year though that you weren’t watching from a balcony at your friends house, you were actually in the paddock, and it was incredible.

“So, are you gonna try and speak to Charles?” One of your friends asked, knowing the history between you two.

“No, no. He won’t remember me, and he’ll probably think I’m just some lunatic or something.” It hurt you to say it, but you knew it was true. Charles was driving for Ferrari, there’s no way that his childhood best friend was still on his mind.

You headed to the bar and got a couple of drinks, before heading to the paddock to see all of the garages of the drivers. It felt so surreal, seeing all of this in real life.

As you walked down the paddock with your friends, you managed to grab pictures with a few of the drivers, until you headed down to the Ferrari garage and saw him, you saw Charles.

Your friends nudged you, encouraging you to even just say hi. You felt nerves and panic rise in your chest, but pushed them down and did it anyways.

You smiled broadly and waved. “Hi Charles!” You called out to him. He looked at you, returning a thin-lipped smile and a wave and continued on his way, stopping for photos and autographs, but not stopping to turn back around for you.

That was it. He had forgotten you. You knew it was a high possibility he wouldn’t remember you, but that didn’t stop you from hoping for a fairytale story, where he’d remember you, swoop you into his arms, and apologize for everything. Instead you were hit with the reality, and that caused tears to stream down your cheeks.

Your friends grabbed your arms and led you out of the paddock and towards your seats. You still cheered Charles on, after all, he was your home hero, even after what just happened. At the end of the race, Charles finished P2, and the whole crowd, including you, erupted in cheers, even if you were tired and heartbroken.

Your friends turned to you. “So, are you coming to watch the music acts?” You were a sucker for concerts, but the thought of wrapping yourself up in your bedsheets feeling heartbroken was much more appealing.

“No, but please, you guys go. I’ll be fine.” You hugged them goodbye and headed home to your apartment overlooking the coast. You threw off your clothes, climbing into a hoodie and joggers, not even having the energy to take your makeup off. You curled into bed, staring at the photos on your wall, when your eyes landed on one in particular.

It was a photo of your 8th birthday. You were wearing a pink princess dress, and Charles was stood beside you, wrapping his arms around you. There was chocolate cake smeared across both of your faces and you were laughing. You felt the tears starting again, wishing you could go back to those moments, wishing that Charles had kept his promise.

You were moments away from falling to sleep, when you heard your doorbell ring. You were originally going to ignore it, but the repeated ringing declared that this person wasn’t going away until you opened the door.

You headed to the door and your mouth fell open when you saw who was standing there.

“Charles?” You asked.

He stepped in without saying nothing and engulfed you into a hug, which you immediately returned. You started to sob into his jumper.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You managed to croak out. He held you out so he could look at your face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything, for not recognizing you straight away, for leaving you all those years ago, for breaking our promise. I’m so sorry.”

You held your hand up to his face, cupping it gently. “It’s okay. You had to go. We couldn’t do anything to stop that. How did you find me?”

“I thought you looked really familiar when you waved at me earlier, it was playing on my mind all day. I seen your friends again and I asked them and they said that it was you. They told me you came hoping I would recognize you, and when I didn’t, it broke your heart, so I came right over.” Tears fell from his eyes too, which he tried to wipe away quickly.

You hugged him tight again. “I thought I’d never see you again. I’m so proud of you Charles, for achieving your dreams. I’ve followed you every step of the way, I want you to know that.” You whispered softly into his ear.

“Move in with me.” He said, out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ve found you now and I never want to let you go again. I don’t want to break our promise again either. Move in with me. Or I can move in with you here in Monaco, we can-”

You cut off his rambling. “Yes, yes I’ll move in with you Charlie. We’ll never lose each other again.”

You grinned at each other from ear to ear. This was it, your fairytale ending, and it was better than ever.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 imagine

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Okay hear me out mama tacos, Mlbrry is so tired and worn out after practice and when he comes back home late at night, Y/N is still up, waiting for him and in the mood and he's like not today, sweetheart, I'm so tired. And thens she's like okay then let's cuddle and he lays on top of her, hugging her, laying his head above her heart and she kisses the top of his head a few times and pecks him on the lips and then he kisses her back and it turns to a steamy make out sesh and they end up having sex and she's like, remind me again, who did not want to have sex and teasing him. I can't think of anything else im gone for him 😭😭😭

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YN had been in the mood all day, Harry had to be in the city early for a meeting with team over sponsorship and what not before he had to go play a home game.

The kids were all well behaved today, Easton and Cash had baseball practice, and earlier in the afternoon Ezra and Briar had at-home swim lessons.

They all went to bed easy, exhausted from a long day of fun activities, ending with watching a few minutes of the game on their television to see their dad before tucking in for the night.

YN isn’t all that tired, especially because all the kids were in bed by eight.

She took her time taking a hot lavender bubble bath, shaving, and moisturizing her body before laying ontop of their duvet to scroll through her phone in the dim light from a floor lamp in one of her husband’s shirts and underwear.

When she opens up Instagram, on the popular page, paparazzi pictures pop up from today and YN clicks on a slideshow.

She snorts out a laugh at his mismatched outfit and noticed that the floral tote he had on his shoulder was totally hers.

However, she pinches the picture to zoom in on his legs - they just look so pretty, lean and muscular, looking like they’re carved from marble.

He’s so fucking attractive and she notices 750,000 likes on the image from other people who think the same just gives her a sick satisfaction that’s her husband.

She rarely gets time to sit on her phone so time gets away from her, until the man who the internet is fangirling over is standing in the doorway.

His messy curls are damp like he showered right after the game and left before barely drying off, he is already shucking off his hoodie and shirt, revealing his rippling stomach and the vee teasing into the front of his shorts.

“Hi mama,” Harry rasps lowly, closing their door and trailing over to lean down to give her a kiss which she’s already tilted her head up for, “Missed you and the babies.”

“Missed you more,” She replies, her hand wasting not time traveling from where she had cupped his jaw down his pecs and abdomen before dipping into his shorts.

Harry sighs against her mouth, his hand coming to wrap around her wrist and bring it back up to kiss the ring on her finger then her palm.

“Mama,” He rumbles in that slow drawl, like he has all the time in the world, tiredness seeping into his tone, “M’so exhausted, love. Don’t think I could get it up if I tried. I’ll give it to you in the morning, yeah?”

And even though YN felt a swoop of disappointment in being turned down because she was feeling so aroused and energetic, she understood and she never wanted her husband to feel bad for saying no when he didn’t want it.

“Sounds like a plan, come give me a cuddle then,” YN redirects, letting out an omph! of breath when he settles ontop of her, a heavy weight as his tummy moves slowly against her pelvis, his head tucked right against her breasts, “How was everything today?”

Harry rustles around until he’s comfortable, trying to displace his weight so it’s not overwhelming - moaning in pleasure when YN’s hands come up to scratch his scalp lightly.

“Mm, did I mention I missed you terribly?” Harry hums before he adds, “The sponsorship meeting was pretty cool. Gatorade offered me 3.2 million dollars to post three pictures on my Instagram of me drinking their new protein shakes during my workouts. Jeff told them to round it up to four and they had a deal. And they did.”

“It’s crazy how not that long ago we were sat in your frat, trying to figure out how we were going to afford the move to New York and our little baby. Now you’re just having millions thrown at you daily,” YN replies as she continues to scratch.

“H, I just-“ YN shutters through a sob, trying to catch her breathe as she feels an anxiety attack coming on quick.

“Whoa, baby. Don’t cry, please,” Harry replies, startled by the onslaught of tears as he moves her from where she was sitting on his lap at his small desk to his bed, noise coming from all levels of the frat house.

“I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I don’t know how we’ll manage to move and support the baby,” YN wipes her eyes, anxious from them looking in his laptop at apartments in the city.

“I will always, always make sure the baby is supported,” Harry says firmly, his hand coming to cradle her blossoming bump.

“We twenty and twenty-one, picking up our whole lives, and adding a child to it,” She shakes her head, “What if we’re not good parents? We’re young and broke.”

“And we love each other,” Harry cuts in, “We love each other and we are going to love our baby more than anything else on this planet. Our age doesn’t define us as parents.”

“I’m scared,” YN whispers as he kisses her face with soft pecks, his hand massage the now taut skin of her bump.

“Never let anything bad happen to you or the baby,” Harry tells her, “I’m scared too but I know, for a fact, that you’re going to be an incredible mama. Let me worry about the rest.”

“We did it, baby. You’re now a rich housewife, all this money is ours,” Harry chuckles jokingly but pauses when YN tilts his chin up.

“I would love if you made a million dollars a day. I would love you if you make 10 dollars a day. I’m not proud because of money. I’m proud of your hard work for our family,” YN says sincerely and with an edge of firmness as she leans down to kiss his forehead.

“I-“ Harry chokes off because he doesn’t know what to say to sum up everything he’s feeling, “I love you and our babies, so fucking much. Would do whatever I needed to do to support you.”

“I know, baby,” YN agrees with a smile against his skin, he tilts his head up further until their lips meet once again - soft and unhurried.

It starts off quite romantic and innocent, short pecks before pulling back, only to be magnetically drawn together again.

Harry readjusts until he’s propped up a bit more, a hand coming to cup her jaw as they share short, delicate kisses.

It feels like it’s goes on forever, which is a good thing in this case scenario, the constant quiet smacking over their lips and shallow pants for air.

YN tries to keep it nonsexual but it’s really difficult when he’s keeps bringing her back in for more and more kisses - his lips raspberry red and puffy from their movements.

She feels it through his thin shorts when he hardens up, quickly and stone solid, perking up against her - he tries to ignore it but after YN tests the waters by licking at his tongue, he groans and grinds down into her center - only covered by flimsy cotton.

His skin is hot, like a space heater as he doesn’t let her up for air, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth - wriggling down until his cock is fitting right into her plush folds through the fabric, his head bumping at her clit.

There’s no deadline, no hurry as they grinds together, YN spreading open more and allow Harry’s lips to travel down her neck as he keeps a steady rhythm of grinding against her.

She doesn’t know what makes it so sexy but it just is when he bites at her nipples through her tee shirt, pulling them between his teeth before sucking the shirt material damp.

It made her want, crave his mouth on her nipples, feel the smooth laps of his tongue or harsh nips, anything.

“You’re everything I want,” Harry murmurs against her belly, rucking the shirt up to lick and suck at the plush she had, “Just want to be on you, every second of the day.”

“You’re teasing,” YN whines softly, eyes twinkling down at her husband who is thumbing at a line of stretch marks near her navel.

“M’not,” Harry dismisses with a shake of his head, his mouth slowly moves up her belly - goosebumps in their wake as he begins to lay kisses on the underside of her breasts.

She felt so wet that she had to be dripping onto the sheets, her chest was pounding, and her blood pressure was rising from the arousal of it all.

“Please, H,” YN finally gasps after his lips and tongue ghost their way around her cleavage, breath tickling over her nipples, his teeth grazing against the risen tender skin of her areola.

“Whassit?” He mumbles, mouth not moving from her skin, lost in whatever his exploration was of her body like he owned it - he did.

“Just need your mouth on ‘em,” She huffs, squirming her hips a little bit to get the point across to her husband.

“Sure baby,” Harry agrees distractedly, his lips moving to finally wrap around her peak and his hand coming up to roll and pinch the other one.

And he fucking tortures her with it.

She’s stuck between a figurative heaven and hell.

Heaven is the fact that he’s been showing attention to her chest for the last twenty minutes but hell because his hand doesn’t even move to touch her cunt.

When she tries to sneak her own hand down into the front of her panties, Harry frowns at her, and guides her hand back up, “S’not time for that. Just let me touch you, love on you.”

She could tell how tired he was by how lazy and unrushed his movements were but yet somehow focused at the same time.

Her tits were scattered with lovebites by the time he was done, her nipples sore with achingly good pleasure, and her core was a wet mess.

Harry during this whole time would intermittently rut his hips against her, to relieve a bit of friction before settling back down.

She needed more.

She was too wired to let him continue onslaught of teasing which she knew he would, especially when his hand finally moved fo her cunt to roll her clit through her underwear with no urgency.

“Wet f’me,” Harry rasps as he moves down to pet at her core through the fabric, bumping against her like he’s trying to get his fingers in, “Gonna let me tease this pretty cunt?”

That’s all she needs to her before she was knocking him off her and onto his back, his went easily because he was surprised by the sudden movement and let out a low, pleased laugh.

This was euphoric.

She has to return the teasing just a bit, she shimmies off his shorts and briefs, and he’s so hard it look painful, fuck he was big.

She ducks down, purposefully avoiding his cock as she sucks mean, harsh hickeys into his sensitive thighs which make him mewl in pained pleasure.

YN knew his hands were aching to wrap in her hair and guide her warm mouth to him but he resisted, clenching his fists in the sheets.

“Give me more, mama. Come on, be a good girl,” He goads instead in his most alluring, gravely tone - hips twitching impatiently.

“More?” YN smirks a bit wickedly, she moves to his balls, lapping gently at where they’re swollen and snug at his base but makes him audibly moan when she ducks down to trace her tongue down the sensitive skin and back to his hole.

“Fuckin’ Christ, how are you so fuckin’ hot? How’d I land you, baby,” Harry babbles, lifting his hips a bit so that YN can have better access to him and he’s now so so wired.

“M’gonna, doll. You’re gonna make me come, just please. M’gonna come for you,” Harry pants out desperately and she takes pity, wrap a hand around him and giving a few hard pumps before he comes, ropes decorating his stomach, “You’re perfect. Make me feel s’fucking good.”

“H,” YN whines as she sits back up, ready for her own release now.

“Of course, shush up. Know m’gonna get you off, sweet thing,” He titters, still out of breathe when he pushes her back and tugs off her underwear.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at her,” Harry breathes out in awe when he sees how wet her folds are with arousal, how pretty she spreads open like a flower, “S’pretty, darling.”

She was so sensitive, so puffy that it only takes a few directed licks to her clit and she was bearing down, moaning through her climax.

When Harry pops back up afterwards, a sleepy smile on his face, he swipes the hair off her forehead, and murmurs, “Baby, I’m actually so fuckin’ tired now. Will you wipe me down? Love of my life, y’know that?”

YN giggles, kissing his nose before shimmying off the bed, and padding to the bathroom to warm up a rag to wash off his belly.

By the time she washes herself off and brings the cloth out, he’s splayed out like a starfish, stark naked, and snoring.

YN grabs a clean pair of briefs and shimmies them onto his body which makes him grumble and whine as she disturbs his slumber after she wiped him clean.

Days like this. She wishes she could save and keep in a box for when they’re older, being so in love and so happy and young.

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lumoverheaven · 3 months

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Sad Little Girl

Mood board by my lovey love @iamasaddie tysm 💗

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Joel Miller x fem!plus size!reader

A/n: hello everyone! I’m back with an actual fic! This one is near and dear to my heart and very personal to me, I hope you enjoy it! Big s/o to @xdaddysprincessxx for proofreading! Ilysm mama 💗💗💗 This fic was made with game!joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗 (reupload to see if it shows on tags bc tumblr is fucking me hardcore rn.)

Warnings: mentions of SA and heavy trauma, age gap (reader is in her 20s Joel is in his 50s), death of a loved one, also David is mentioned. If I missed any lmk!

W/c: 1.5k

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Growing up during the apocalypse wasn’t fun. There were many horrible, disgusting men that would do whatever they wanted. The need to survive set aside, they fucked with other people, especially women to get their twisted pleasure. You had fallen victim to that terrible abuse, but out of some sick and twisted mercy the most that had been done to you was being touched inappropriately and had a man expose himself to you. Worst of all? It was in your own home.

Your dad was a part of the smuggling circle and would often have his colleagues over to discuss routes, plans, and merchandise. One of his least trusted associates was the one that tortured you to no end. Because of that you didn’t feel like yourself, you didn’t feel like a girl. As the days passed you wore baggier clothing, you cut your hair to your shoulders, you bound your chest to get rid of any semblance to a woman. What also helped was that you were bigger than the average girl, you thought that maybe you looked broader, more like a male. This was how you coped, how you pushed everyone away.

When you found out your father died it was like a bucket of cold water to your skin. You didn’t know what you were gonna do or how you were gonna get by. A few days after you received the news about your father, there was a knock on your apartment door. Grabbing one of your father’s weapons you hesitantly opened it to find Joel Miller, your dad’s most trusted acquaintance. You lower your weapon and stepped aside to let him in.

“Hey bunny..” Joel began, you never understood why he called you that, based on your appearance you were nothing like a bunny. Not cute, not soft, not friendly.. You were the opposite. “Sorry ‘bout your dad.. Look, your pa on one occasion told me that if anythin’ were ta happen to ‘im for me to take care of ya.. Now I know you're a grown woman that can make her own decisions and take care of herself but I still wanted to offer ya a place to stay.. I know how awful solitude can be and I really care ‘bout ya..”

You had to process what he was telling you but you liked Joel, though you had some very negative interactions with men in the past, he was the only one you trusted aside from your father. You nodded your head in agreement and as the days and weeks progressed you moved your things little by little to his and Tess’ apartment.

You kept to yourself most of the time, mostly passing your time by drawing, reading, or listening to music when you didn’t work. Tess and Joel would sometimes let you go with them to their smuggling jobs but Joel would keep you close.

Joel noticed something was up with you, he noticed your change from the beginning. While your father thought nothing of it he noticed when his cheery-eyed bunny lost the spark in her eyes and became dull. He wanted to talk to your father about it but he felt like it wasn’t his place to say anything. He noticed how you presented yourself, manlier than you used to be and more quiet. Now this change he mentioned to your father.

“Hey man, I noticed somethin’ up with bunny.. Why she dressin’ like that suddenly? Seems like a drastic change..”

But your dad always brushed it off saying it was a phase that you were going through but Joel knew it was more than that.

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It had been a few months that you had been staying with Joel and Tess when one day after Joel and Tess went after Robert, Joel came back with a 14 year old girl named Ellie. You looked at Joel surprised and he pulled you aside to a room to talk about what was happening. He and Tess were going to deliver this girl to the fireflies at the capital and it wasn’t going to take them long.

“I wanna come.” you told Joel, he shook his head “Nah, just me ‘n Tess.. Too dangerous..” That answer didn’t satisfy you. “I’m coming with you. Whether you like it or not.” and you left to go where Ellie was. Joel chuckled lowly and shook his head again, he knew better than to argue with you, you were a little spitfire, just like your dad.

When your journey began you kept to yourself and only spoke if you heard something or needed something. Ellie tried to talk to you but you would only respond with a nod or a shake.

“What’s up with her.. Him? Nah her?” she asked Tess and Tess chuckled. “I don’t know, kid, she’s a nice lady, just quiet is all.” Joel took that chance to check up on you.

“Ya alright? Need anythin’?” you shook your head and Joel left you be.

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Your trip had gone sour, Tess was dead and now you were on route to Lincoln. Tess’ death hit you hard but you know you have to be strong for both Ellie and Joel. After you had all processed her death you figured it would be best to open up now since it was only the three of you left. You began talking more and found that you shared a lot of things in common with Ellie. You two became quickly attached and while Joel did his best to ignore you both, being the ever stoic and grumpy man he is, he was still really happy that you opened up.

Little by little Joel noticed a positive change in you, the sparkle in your eyes was slowly returning and now you openly were conversing and laughing with both Joel and Ellie. Your progress was quickly squandered though when Joel got hurt and by events with David, a creepy school teacher turned psycho cult leader. You took care of Joel while weeping silently, you were scared you were gonna lose the man you trusted, the man you felt safe with. You know you should’ve gone hunting, you know what happened with Ellie is your fault. You both scrambled as you tried to lead David and his men as far away from Joel as possible. But in the end you both got caught. You and Ellie were held in different areas but you panicked as you saw the disgusting look in his eyes. You knew exactly what he wanted to do with you and especially Ellie.

After what happened with Ellie it triggered your PTSD and you just held Ellie as you both wept. You both had been fairly quiet on the trip to the hospital. It killed Joel to not just see one of his girls be quiet and devoid of life but both of them. Especially since you had come such a long way.

That night when Ellie slept he approached you and asked if you both could talk. You agreed and followed him a little away from the camp not to disturb Ellie’s sleep but still keeping a close eye on her.

“Bunny… I’m sorry ‘bout what happened.. you ‘n Ellie didn’t deserve that.. I shoulda been there to protect y’all..” of course Joel blamed himself when it wasn’t his fault at all.. with a sigh you begin to speak. “It’s not your fault Joel.. it’s mine.. I should’ve been more careful towards Ellie.. she.. we..” you burst out crying and for once you felt the warm embrace of someone who loved you. You would cry by yourself at nights, not wanting to disturb your dad with your seemingly insignificant issues.. but for once you cry and you just get held.. you craved that more than anything else.. as much as it pained you, you told Joel everything that happened in the QZ for years before your father died.. he clenched his jaw and held you tighter..

“I wish ya woulda said somethin’ bunny.. never liked that freak anyway.. woulda killed ‘em for ya..” Joel whispers as his lips pressed into your hair. You chuckled and just let the tears fall. It felt good to get it off your chest, to let Joel in.. you felt safe, you felt secure in his arms.

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When you return to Jackson, you’re a whole new person. You and Joel live together in a house while Ellie lives in her shed. You’ve begun to let your hair grow out again, decorating it with cute hair accessories you would find, you’re wearing pretty, fitting clothing, even dresses! Joel sees how brightly you’re shining. No longer are you the shy quiet girl that people assumed was a brute boy. You changed totally. You were truly beautiful in his eyes. You were thankful for Joel, he made you feel safe, he made you feel true peace. Enough to where you felt like you didn’t have to protect yourself anymore, enough to where you could finally be yourself and not worry about getting hurt. He would protect you, he would be there for you. You were his bunny, you finally felt at home.

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x plus size reader #joel miller x you

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creme-delacreme · 1 year

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Reader and Jack get into a argument because of that one moment at the B.E.T awards when he kinda hovered over the girl, (iykyk) and they get into a argument and reader is mainly upset because he looked at the girl like he looks at her. They should get into the argument before a party and make up there (This is so long o know 😭😭)

f*ck B.E.T

“Jack you’re on in 15!” A stagehand announces. “I can do a lot in 15 minutes.” You joke, looking Jack up and down. “Oh really?” He jokes. “With you looking like this.. yeah I can do a lot.” You grab him by his waist and pull him in. “But as much as I would love that, you are performing in front of all my favs and WITH my fav so we need you at your best.” You state. “Yes ma’am.” He groans. “No pouting. After the show’s over I want you all to myself.” You whisper the last part in his ear. “Gimme kiss.” He says licking his lips.

“Muah. I love you pookie. Go kill it like you always do.” “With you watching? I’m gonna set the stage on fire mama.” He smirks.

“Jack! Time to go!” Shouts a stagehand. “Mm that’s my queue baby. I love you.” “I love you.” You swoon as he walks off. You head back to your seat with Neelam. “I’m so excited. I love watching him perform.” You say. You and Neelam continue to chat until his performance is announced. You shriek in excitement as the show starts.

You watch your man with pure admiration until he was chest to chest with an extra, giving her the same look you swore he only gave to you.

Kissing your teeth, you lean back and wait til First Class comes on. You normally aren’t the jealous type but the look he gave her has you sick to your stomach. And sadly you have to mask it since you never know when the cameras will point to you watching your boyfriend perform.

When his performance is over, you’re slightly beaming and stand up to clap for Jack. Of course he isn’t let off the hook for doing a great job but you’re still going to show your love and support. A sour mood can wait. When he comes back to take his seat he’s a bit taken back by how you act. Instead of giving him a kiss like you usually do, you opt for a “Good job baby.” Which lets him know he’s done something wrong.

After the award show ends, Jack is quick to get you to the side. “What’s going on with you tonight? Before I got on stage you wanted to rip my clothes off and now you’re revolted by me. Baby what did I do?” Jack asks cupping your face. You roll your eyes and get his hands off your face. “I’m revolted by the way you were looking at the extra on stage. That same lust filled look you give me. I know your bedroom eyes when I see them jack so don’t you DARE say it was an act.” You growl as the limo pulls up. You’re supposed to be changing and heading to the after party.

He sighs. “Are you serious right now?” He starts as you guys enter the limo. “What did you want me to do? Look at her in disgust?! I didn’t give her bedroom eyes. I did a simple up and down. You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic Jackman? You looked at her how you look at me. I know that fucking look when I see it. But I’m sorry I forgot I should just allow my boyfriend to look at any female however he pleases. I don’t know if you think I’m jealous of a bullshit extra but it’s more than that. It’s about respect Jackman. If I caught it, so did other people.” You end the conversation at that as the rest of the team enters the vehicle.

He just rolls his eyes and engages in conversation with his boys. Neelam is sitting on the other side of you and takes notice of your still sour mood. “Is it because of his performance? I saw how he looked at the girl and didn’t know how you would feel.” She says. You just sigh, not wanting to cry in frustration. She notices that too and pulls you into a side hug. “Just wish he understood why I’m upset.” You mumble.

The ride back to the hotel was a blur. You were now in your hotel room getting ready for the night. Jack hasn’t said a word since you’ve arrived. And that of course hurts and now all you want to do about the whole situation is stay in and watch movies.

You were currently in the bathroom fixing up your makeup. You had changed into a tight fit purple dress and some sneakers since you were in heels all got damn night. You look in the mirror and sigh.

“Can I talk to you?” Jack asks coming into view. You nod as you turn to look at him. He sighs and pulls you in by your hips. “I’m sorry. Even if I don’t know how I looked at the girl, I should’ve took into consideration how you were feeling. You wouldn’t have made it an issue if it wasn’t one. I watched it on twitter and you and everyone was right. I looked at her how I look at my favorite person on this planet and I should’ve known better. I’m so sorry baby.” He says, leaving a kiss on your shoulder at the end of his apology.

You cup his face and kiss him. One. Two. Three times. “Thank you for your apology. I love you so much and I know you didn’t mean anything by it. It just hurt to see the look you give me being used on someone else while I was sitting in the crowd. I don’t need no extra or any bitch for that matter thinking they can put the paws on MY man.” You giggle. “Yea mama. YOUR man. And your man only. You got that? I don’t want anyone else but you. I love you.” He cheeses, squeezing your behind.

You squeal. “Not too much sir. We’re going out still!” You say running away from him. He groans. “Yes ma’am.”

In light of me hitting ONE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS ON THIS BLOG.. I’m happy to announce that I’ll be writing again. Send me concepts to help get back into the groove of full story writing! I love you guys so much and honestly I never thought I would get to this many people enjoying my writing even after I stopped writing. This is my creative outlet and sometimes it’s hard to come on here and write and I know a lot of people understand that. I love all of you.

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ichigoromi · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧| 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Hiii, it's been a long time since I've posted! I am back briefly, just to post a little gift that I have been keeping for some time😅 I hope y'all are doing fine!

Work has been busy, but I am taking time to write again...and it has not been going well.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi (timeskip) x Y/n (she/her)

Genre(s): Romance, some light angst(?)

Warning(s): mentions of drinking, y/n being drunk

Enjoy!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Recently, your relationship with Sakusa has been going through a rough patch where you would start fighting over minor things.

You started going on more business trips, and he travelled more often due to his activities as a national athlete.

Today was the worst. He just woke you up abruptly and started a fight about you never keeping the house clean, and it all blew out from there.

So, instead of sitting down and talking about the problems you two have, you went to the company’s weekly dinner, which you rarely did, and now going for the third round.

Your subordinates are scared as you down the tenth(?) pint of beer at this place.

And it was time for you to head home after seeing your drunken state.

They haul a taxi for you, and soon, you are returning home to your place.

Somehow, you managed to haul your drunken ass back to the apartment in one piece. You fumbled with the door lock, finally got the pin right, and entered your home. Sakusa was sleeping soundly on the sofa, waiting for you because it was unlike you to return home so late.

You shrug off your heels and are about to leave it sprawled on the floor, but then your boyfriend hates it like that. In the darkness, you put your heels back in the shoe closet and walk into the living room.

“Hmm? Why are you outside~? You should sleep inside, and where’s yer blanket?” He was asleep on the sofa without a blanket, and you knew he might catch a cold if he continued to sleep outside without the thick duvet.

It was hard to walk straight while drunk, but you dragged out your heavy duvet and lay it over your sleeping boyfriend.

“Night night, Mimi. I’m sorry, too~.” You leaned over and kissed his forehead, cheeks and lips before collapsing on the warm wooden floor, falling asleep almost immediately.

[The following day…]

Sakusa woke up to you holding his hand and sleeping on the floor, curled up to your golden retriever, who casually becomes your bolster. He saw that you were still wearing the clothes from yesterday and the duvet over him.

He carefully moved your arms away and carried you back into the bedroom. Sakusa then proceeds to change you out of your clothes into a shirt of his because you love sleeping in his shirt, which he loves and hates because you look cute, but he is always running out of clothes.

When he makes sure you are clean and comfortable, he heads to the kitchen to make breakfast and prepare a hangover cure when you wake up.

You woke up with a splitting headache and dragged your feet to the bathroom to freshen up, but that did not help your hangover.

“Jin? Mama is not in the mood to play now. Go find papa.” But your loyal companion continued to stay by your side.

And you feel it.

Sakusa could hear you emptying your guts in the bathroom; he turned off the gas cooker and rushed to you. He held your hair back while rubbing your back soothingly as you puked into the toilet bowl.

Even though Sakusa is very uncomfortable with this, his precious girlfriend is very sick and needs him by her side.

“I’m sorry, Mimi. I know it’s disgusting-” You were going to apologise to him, but he cuts you off immediately.

“Don’t apologise. I’m the one who should be apologising. Are you feeling better?” Before you could answer him, you were puking again.

He helps you up from the floor and passes your rinsing glass to rinse your mouth before getting your toothbrush. You brush your teeth thoroughly before gurgling mouthwash. Sakusa holds you close to him as you two walk towards the living room.

After all that puking, you were exhausted and famished. Sakusa, he holds you close to him, and you lean on to him.

“I think we should go on a date later tonight. I’ll reserve at that restaurant and get you-” You shushed him with a kiss. He instinctively holds your waist, eagerly bringing you closer to him.

When you pull away, you start laughing.

“I don’t need no high-class restaurant. Let’s catch a movie and go to the arcade, then have oden by the roadside stall and have a night walk with Jin, just like old times. That’s what I’ll like. I feel like because we are not spending enough time together or having talks like a couple, it causes us to drift apart. So, what do you think?” You suggested while looping your arms around his neck and straddling him on his lap.

“I love it.” He leans in and pulls you into another deep kiss.

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LOVE - Chapter 9

After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she’s pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

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The next two months were hectic for Janelle with the addition of Malachi and dealing with her postpartum depression. Mama Fatu had come over everyday and helped Janelle with everything and even if Janelle didn’t need anything done, Mama Fatu would just come and sit with her and sometimes even Trinity on her off days from IMPACT! Wrestling

But right now, she was all alone, Mama Fatu was sick and didn’t want to give Malachi any unnecessary germs, which was understandable. Trinity was busy, Josh and Jon were on the road and her father had taken Xavier to the park just to give Janelle some quiet time while Malachi was sleeping.

But something told her to keep her dad and Xavier and her father home, she had this gut feeling that something was going to happen. And she was right because standing on her front porch was none other than Ximena.

“Girl, what the hell do you want?”Janelle stressed as she opened the door. She was not in the mood to deal with this woman’s bullshit. Ximena cracked a smile and the irritated look on Janelle’s face.

“Oh, you had your baby. Congratulations.” Ximena chuckled when Janelle crossed her arms over her chest and said nothing. “Whatever is my son here?” Janelle rolled her eyes and went to shut the door in Ximena’s face but she placed her foot in the way, preventing it from closing.

“Ximena go away. Xavi doesn’t want to see you. Josh told you that already.” Ximena scoffed.

“I don’t understand why y’all would let a 4 year old decide what he wants. It makes no sense to me.”

“It doesn't have to make sense to you.” Janelle snapped back, the scowl on her face deepening. “How me and Josh raise our sons has no effect on you.” The smirk on Ximena’s face was gone in an instant.

“You ain’t pregnant nomore.” Ximena said, “I will whoop ya ass.”

“Try me bitch. I’ve been waiting for the day you put ya hands on me.” Janelle hissed, opening the door wider and stepping into Ximena’s personal space. When Ximena didn’t do anything Janelle smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now get the hell off my property.” Not waiting for a response, Janelle walked back into the house, slamming the door behind her, which of course woke up Malachi, who was sleeping in the living room.

“Perfect,” She mumbled before going to attend to him.

That bad feeling that Janelle had was still there two days later, which happened to be the day of Xavier’s 5th birthday party. Even with all of the planning and setting up Janelle just couldn’t shake off that feeling.

“You good?” Josh asked, walking up to her holding Malachi. She had just finished setting up the balloon arch near the entrance to the backyard. She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded her head.

“Yup.Peachy” She answered, making Josh frown at her. “I’m fine. Promise.” She said, giving him a tight lipped smile. He was about to reply when the doorbell rang. “Hopefully that’s Jon and Trin with the drinks.” She hurried off back inside the house before he could say anything.

She groaned when she saw who was actually at the door. Not in the mood to deal with her, she walked back to the backyard to Josh. “Your baby momma is at the door.” She said, grabbing Malachi out of his hands.

Josh sighed and walked towards the front door. “What do you want?” He asked, eyeing the gift bags in her hand.

“Hello to you too Josh.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s my baby’s fifth birthday, what else would I want?”

Josh closed his eyes and sighed. Today was stressful enough, he did not want Ximean at this birthday party. “Look, I don’t think this is a good idea. Aight, Maybe you can come back tomorrow or something. Just not today.” Ximena narrowed her eyes at him.

“Look, I'm not tryna start no mess. It’s Xavier’s birthday and I just want to be there for him.”

“Listen” Josh sighed “I’m not tryna be mean right, but you missed every other birthday. What’s different about this one?” Ximena stayed silent staring at Josh.

Janelle had walked back into the house and was hiding behind the wall in the living room, listening to their conversation. She understood that Ximena was Xavier’s birth mother but Janelle wished she would just go away and leave her family alone.

“Why can’t I just see my son? This is not fair Josh. I made a mistake and you and your bitch of a fiance-”

“Woah,” Josh cut her off, pointing a finger in her face. “Watch ya’ damn mouth. Janelle has been more of a mother than you have ever been. You can’t keep coming here and insulting her.”

“No fuck that,” Ximena snapped pushing Josh’s finger out of her face. “I understand that I fucked up. Okay! I know that. I’m trying to be in my son's life but y’all are making it so fucking difficult.”

“No, you made it difficult when you kidnapped him.” Josh growled out. “You went about that shit wrong and you know it. You somehow knew where I lived, you could’ve just come here and asked to see him and I probably would have said yes. But instead you kidnapped him and scared him. I don’t want you around my son.”

Ximena stood there for a moment, staring Josh down before she scoffed and handed Josh the gift bag before walking back to her car and driving away.

“Is everything okay?” Janelle asked as she walked towards Josh. “What did she want?”

Josh shook his head and guided her back into the house. “Nothing, come-on people should be arriving soon."

The party was going well. A Lot of people had shown up, kids from Xavi’s new school and old school. And Xavi was having the time of his life.

“Come-on kids! It’s time to sing ‘happy birthday’.” Janelle called out to everyone. She smiled as she watched all of the kids run over and form a circle around Xavier and the cake. Just as everyone began singing to Xavi, Janelle saw a group of people yelling out her and Josh’s name as they entered the backyard through the side gate. Janelle made eye contact with Josh who immediately grabbed his brothers to see who it was. Janelle handed Mama Fatu the cake and tools her to take everyone inside before going to see what was going on with Trinity following her.

“What the fuck!” Janelle was seething when she saw who was causing the commotion. “What are you doing here!” Janelle was breathing heavily as she looked at the group of people in front of her who looked like they came dressed for a fight.

Ximena chucked at the enraged look on Janelle’s face. “I”m sick of you thinking you can dictate when I can see my son.”

“So you interrupt his birthday party? That genius.” Janelle rolled her eyes. “Do you have rocks for brains? The shit that you do is the reason why Xavier doesn’t want to see you.”

Ximena tried to step into Janelle’s face but Josh stepped in between them. “I told you I don’t want you around my son.”

“It’s her son too. That’s the part y’all not understanding.” Josh looked over at Ximena’s brother.

“So y’all think this shit is okay? Y’all think comin’ up in here looking for a fight is the way to get Ximena to see Xavi?” Jon and Sefa were now holding Josh back from attacking Sebastian. “I’m telling you, yall need to leave, now.” Josh spat out, trying to get out of his brother’s grip.

“Calm ya’ ass down. You got too much to lose.” Jon whispered to Josh but Josh wasn’t listening; he had his eyes focused on Sebastian.

Ximena was glaring at Janelle, she was sick of this bitch thinking that Xavi was her son. “Fuck it.” Ximena shrugged before attacking Janelle and tackling her to the ground.

“Oh Shit!” Trinity shouted before trying to get Ximena off of Janelle but Janelle flipped Ximena over and started to punch on her. Josh had broken free of Jon’s grip and attacked Sebastian and it was now a free-for-all. The group that Ximena had brought with her had run off and basically left her to fend for herself. After getting one last kick in on Sebastian, Josh rushed over to pull Janelle off of Ximena.

“I told ya’ bitch ass I was waiting for you to put ya’ hand on me. You done fucked up now!.” Janelle yelled, still kicking at Ximena as Josh pulled her away.

“Aye, relax. The police are on their way and we’re pressing charges. But you need to relax. We still have guests inside.” Janelle took a deep breath and tried to relax, but Ximena had her all the way fucked up. She could take the name calling and the looks but once Ximena put her hands on Janelle all bets were off.

“Imma go tell everyone to leave.” Trin said as she ran back inside. Jon and Sefa had blocked off the side gate so Ximena and her brother had nowhere to go but to jail.

Kind of an abrupt ending but Janelle finally beat Ximena's ass.

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