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#obviously they didn’t know she was a daughter and sister
dimitrscu · 8 months
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it actually baffles me that people think malenia was romantically involved with either gowry, a man who isn’t even really a man but rather a rot pest and not to mention a person she has never met. or maleigh marais, a guy who is obsessed with her and quite literally has a shrine to her in his dining room with a massive portrait and several prosthetic arms and legs adorning the walls. like the guy is a loser and likes to jerk off over her old prosthesis. i feel like when we hand it to millicent she’s going to asks why it’s all sticky
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ghost-babygirl · 2 years
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Another thing about heartbreak high- other than euphoria maybe, I’ve never seen (the different horrific parts) of what it’s like to live with an addict depicted so accurately before Harpers story.
When I tell you I broke down in absolute tears watching that scene of her slip through her door after the car event.. and her starting to cry just hearing her dad being strung out and manic, knowing what’s about to happen cause she realized she went from being around one monster to her biggest fear…. Phew. Hahah hehehe yeahhhh 🥲 sometimes……… the thing that terrifies you the most, to the point where you’re scared n having to resort to violence/self defense…….actually really be living at home with you!
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My sister recently had some oral stuff done and she can’t chew for a while and she’s hangry crying right now and I’m trying so hard not to be affected by it but I can’t stand to hear her because of my empathy and AUGH I JUST WANNA SCREAM
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targaryenluvs · 3 months
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— OPPOSITES ATTRACT
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pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader (romantic) percy jackson x reader (platonic)
summary: the one where percy jackson has to wrap his head around the fact that the nicest person he’s met at camp, is dating clarisse.
warnings: kinda crack ficy in my opinion, fluff, smooches, capture the flag, reader is percy’s saving grace, percy sees the reader as a sister
a/n: i just got inspired okay? ✊🏽
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percy’s feet were booming, heard from afar as he ran to the creek’s shore. the ares trio hot on his tail as they chased him down. he knew he couldn’t run forever, he’d have to fight, but how on earth was he going to win against three trained teens?
as if clarisse wasn’t frightening enough already, her scream sent literal chills down percy’s back, guess she really likes spears? he thought to himself.
the sounds of cheers and celebration drew the pairs attention as luke planted the opposing teams flag into the floor. they’d lost. percy felt clarisse’s grip falter, only slightly, but not when she saw the flag, clarisse’s eyes were currently trained on something behind him. more bullies? “there you are! i was waiting for you, wanted to show you my new and improved skills.”
clarisse let go of him and he couldn’t believe it, the rage in her eyes seemed to dissipate the second you came around. you, the sweetest person he’d met here, were friends with that thing?
that thing was capable of feelings?
his jaw dropped at the sight of clarisse’s hands on your cheeks, listening to you ramble on about who you’d fought and defeated in the woods, the pretty butterfly you’d seen. percy’s eyes were so close to popping out of his skull as clarisse kissed you, deeply. then he wanted to vomit as hands traveled and tongues met.
at dinner that night you sat by luke and chris, happily eating away as your hand rested on a book infront of you. “hey perce! come sit down.” you patted the space next to you as he accepted. “what’re you reading?” percy stared at the cover you’d flipped over to display to him, well he wasn’t expecting that. “where’d you get it from?” you pointed towards your girlfriend proudly, “she said she knew i’d like it, isn’t that sweet?”
percy’s weird version of a smile caused you to frown, “your smile is scaring me.” he immediately dropped it as you laughed, causing him to nudge you. “don’t be rude, i’m just a baby.” percy hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone since his mother. you pinched his cheeks, “naw, yes you are.” he swatted your hands away as you giggled, percy stared at you, studying you.
shining eyes, a beaming smile and an enchanting personality, truly a daughter of aphrodite, yet you dated clarisse. it didn’t make sense in his head, but from what little scenes he’d seen between the two of you, if you were happy than he was too, “what do you see in clarisse? why are you with someone so—” you turned to look his way, percy was worried you’d be offended.
but of course you weren’t, “because i like her percy, and she likes me. she’s absolutely gorgeous, if she wasn’t already a daughter of ares or i didn’t know? for sure aphrodite. and, people are always misunderstood, just because someone seems like a bad person, doesn’t mean they are. when clarisse and i are together, i see the best parts of her, always. i love her regardless, but there’s obviously things that you don’t tell everybody you just meet, or if you aren’t super comfortable with a person then you won’t show all the parts of yourself. i think, when you love someone you accept all parts of them, the good, the bad, the worst. you love someone despite their flaws. clarisse is good to me, and i like her, that’s all that matters. you’ll understand when you find someone yourself perce.”
he sat still, raking over your words in his head, “if one person can feel that way about someone else, they’d explode.” you laughed at his words, he was still young of course, he’d understand soon, you had a feeling. “i’d happily explode because of how much i love her.” you glanced back at her, only she wasn’t there.
“well i don’t want you to explode, i do want to spend my night with you.” clarisse stood behind you with her arms crossed, you could see percy tense up at her presence. with your hand on his, and your eyes reassuring him, he smiled, “i’m happy for you, but if she try’s anything i’m more than happy to beat her ass for you even if i’m broken in half.”
clarisse couldn’t hear his whispers, thank god. your smile was small, placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed percy’s forehead, “my protector, now no one can try anything with me huh? thank you perce, if you need anything here at camp, or if you just want to talk and eat those blue foods of yours—” his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as you recovered from the force.
“thank you.”
“any day perce, any time.”
and percy sat back, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand. a clear thought rung through his head.
opposites attract.
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lyssaluvs · 2 months
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Just Play the Part
(Luke Castellan x Fem!Dionysus!Reader)
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Summary: A makeover from Silena and the Aphrodite girls gives you the confidence boost you need.
A/N: this took me so bloody long it's borderline embarrassing. also luke is so out of character it almost makes me sick but whatever. god this is so short, i'm so sorry.
Warnings: Use of Y/n, reader is described to have curly hair but that's about it.
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Children of Dionysus are rare, daughters even more so. As a matter of fact, you were the only one. To your knowledge… Before you came to Camp Half-Blood, you were an only child, and when you arrived, you suddenly had a much larger family that you did before. A father, brothers, it was fantastic, it felt amazing to have the family you had always dreamed of. However, with a somewhat absent mother, apparently no sisters, and not a whole lot of friends, let alone female ones, you had had little to no feminine influence in your life. This resulted in you becoming a bit of a tom-boy. It’s not that you didn’t want to embrace your femininity, you just didn’t know how.
“Oh goodness, those curls are a mess.”
“That outfit certainly isn’t doing her any favours.”
You heard the whispers as you walked past the small group of Aphrodite girls. As a child of Dionysus, you had quite a talent for theatrics, as well as being prone to sarcastic remarks, so you just couldn’t help but snap back.
“Can I help you?” You asked the group of girls, hands on your hips with your brows furrowed.
“Actually, we were wondering if we could help you…”
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You now found yourself sat in a surprisingly comfortable barber-style chair in the bathroom of the Aphrodite cabin.
“Sorry I got defensive; I’m not really used to talking to girls much.” You apologise to Silena once again. 
“Stop apologising! We love having a new girl to give makeovers to. And who knows, maybe this will give you the confidence boost you need to finally talk to Luke, since he’s obviously too shy to talk to you first.”
You cast your gaze downward as a warmth spread across your cheeks.
“Don’t worry, you’re not that obvious. I just have a knack for these kinds of things, comes with being an Aphrodite kid. Luke, however, is about as subtle a sledgehammer. Please don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” She paused combing your hair to look you in the eye.
You just shrugged.
“The lingering touches when he corrects your stances, yearning stares…” She awaited your reaction and when she was met with a befuddled expression, she continued.
“Oh my god, you’re oblivious. Here’s what you’re going to do. Once we’re done here, you’re going to walk right up to him, and ask him out. There’s no way he’ll say no, so don’t try that excuse. And I’ve seen you on stage, you can certainly play an outgoing character, so if you’re going to use the shy excuse, I’ll tell you to just pretend you’re on stage.”
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It had been almost two hours and your makeover was finally over. Your curls were healthier than ever, your nails were painted, light makeup had been applied, and you had never felt more beautiful. You looked at your outfit in the mirror, taking note of the way the new flare jeans were much more flattering than your previous daggy cargos, and your camp tee now a size smaller and no longer drowning you.
“You’re lucky orange suits you, now go get your man!” Silena pushed you out the door, giving your butt a playful smack on the way out.
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Feeling more confident than ever you approached Luke while he was practicing his swordsmanship in front of the setting sun, alone, as he usually was at this time of day.
“Luke”
The brunette boy turned around so swiftly he almost lost his footing. He looked you up and down and swallowed heavily.
“Y/n, you look ama- “
“Do you want to go out with me?” The words shot out of your mouth before you could stop them. Regardless of Silena’s reassurance, if he did end up rejecting you, you wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible.
His jaw dropped and he looked as though he wanted to say something, but his voice wouldn’t cooperate.  The two of you stood in silence for a few moments as you waited for an answer.
“It’s fine if you don’t. I’ll just go.” You began to turn around.
“YES! Sorry, yes, I want to go out with you. Please. I really want to go out with you.”
It seemed his voice had finally caught up with his mind.
Hmm… He’s cute when he rambles…
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@elz-zalarrr this one's for you!
credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!
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kleftiko · 11 months
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❦ FAMILY MEN
ft. aizawa, hawks, bakugo, dabi
MASTERLIST
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—aizawa
your daughter looked up at eri as she taught the younger girl how to style hair clips and accessories. your daughter was just over a year old, curious about things but not good with coordination, so eri enjoyed being the big sister and teaching her all about fashion. and who was the model for her cosmetology lessons? none other than your husband, shota. there was nothing his girls couldn’t get away with, so he sat patiently as he graded work on the floor as they tugged and pulled on his black locks. every once in a while there was a wince or grimace on his face because they weren’t that gentle, but he didn’t say anything. you silently laughed watching them from across the room, thinking that you couldn’t have chosen a better man.
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—hawks
the habitual babbling of your little boy rang through the kitchen. you looked up at the clock because you knew your boyfriend would be coming home around this time. it seemed your son was starting to get a sense of time by figuring out when his dad came back everyday. and just as planned, the front door flew open, and a rush of red flew in front of you, straight to the highchair as keigo lifted your son. the air was instantly filled with giggles and kisses as the hero greeted his pride and joy. for a minute you were an afterthought, going back to your work until he gave you a few sweet kisses in greeting, son still in his arms.
“can we have a girl next?” he asked and you smiled at him sarcastically.
“can i have a ring?”
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—bakugo
you heard him shouting from the other room.
“don’t put that in your mouth! give me that!”
your daughter babbled in the same tone right back at him. despite not knowing how to speak yet, she gave her dad the exact same amount of attitude that he dished out. you were curious and apprehensive to see when she grew up.
“don’t talk to me that way!”
“katsuki!” you called. “keep it down.”
your husband emerged from the room, holding a freshly changed daughter on his hip who was muching happily on a clean diaper.
“she started it.” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes at his beef with an eight month old. “anyway, i—ow, shit!”
your daughter had bit his shoulder, obviously preferring her dad over the diaper.
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—dabi
“i’m home!” you called but got no reply. you kicked off your shoes and went searching for your boys, only to find them in your bedroom. both were napping on the bed, dabi curled his body around his son as if to protect him from the world. your little boy had one hand grasping his dad’s shirt tightly, the other grabbing at dabi’s mouth, some fingers having pulled his lip down a bit. your heart melted at the sight, and you immediately sighed. your instinct was to curl up with them and hold them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb them so you just watched fondly for a couple minutes before dabi’s eyes naturally fluttered open. he blinked a bit before noticing you.
“if he doesn’t get his hand out of my mouth i’m burning him.”
“toya, no.”
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priniya · 7 months
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🔮 OPPOSITES ATTRACT
synopsis. a quiet slytherin and a loud gryffindor find themselves on a chilly evening, which results in something unexpected — at least for people around them. the oldest weasley’s daughter finds herself infatuated with nott’s only child and vice versa, even if their worlds seem so different, being apart just doesn’t feel right.
notes. theodore nott x weasley!reader. slightly sunshine x grumpy (pretend you’re a ginger if ur not). part 2 containing the date, thoughts?
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theodore nott never thought he would be given a chance to love and be loved, upon all the terrible mistakes he has made. and maybe it seemed silly for a sixteen years old to say, but with an upcoming war, he wasn’t so sure if he could live through it.
theodore nott never thought he would have someone to call his own, someone to help him, when times get tough or someone who would understand him wordlessly. to be fair, theodore nott never thought he deserved anything like that, so the surprise on his face, when he found someone who was involuntarily willing to be his person was enormous.
he was walking around the crowded streets of the city, the dim lighting allowing him to see muggles running around with different expression on every other face he has passed — some of them were happy, cheering the slowly creeping holiday on them, some of them were exhausted and/or angry, probably from trying to find a perfect gift for someone and failing. just watching them gave him some sort of comfort, he had never had to look for gifts too much, his father wasn’t keen on being all festive and christmas was just any other day. the exception itself was looking for presents for his friends, which never had troubled him so much he looked exhausted.
he was in his thoughts, when he felt like he collided with someone. his eyebrows were squinted as he looked down on the red-haired girl, whose face was all red, either from cold or embarrassment. though, there was something so familiar about the girl that made him study her face for a brief second, the tea stain on his unzipped jacket didn’t seem to bother him at all, not as much as the familiarity of the girl.
“oh my god, i am so sorry, sir.” she let out ashamed that she didn’t look where she was going and that she probably ruined someone’s evening with her no sugar, lemon tea. it was then, when the familiar girl finally gave up and looked at the person she rudely bumped into.
“nott?” her words weren’t coated with layers of disgust and regret that out of all the people in london that night, she bumped into theodore nott. her words had surprised and confused undertones, almost as if she didn’t mind seeing him there. now, he obviously recognized his attacker — y/n weasley, a girl he sits behind in history of magic, a twin sister of potter’s best friend, someone who should hate him with burning passion.
“are you alright?” redhead’s question took him off guard.
theo was expecting something else, like a mockery of the fact that he was walking amongst muggles without hexing them all. though to be honest, theodore never hated muggles, well, yeah, he said some stupid shit, when he was younger and he was far from proud, but it was the need to appease his father. he definitely didn’t expect to see the worried manner in her, her brows scrunched as she tried to read his emotions, while standing in front of him in silence.
“theo…?” repeated y/n. he wasn’t alright and he didn’t know if he should show it. for merlin’s sake, he really wanted to get so much things out of his system, but venting to a weasley? he knew better than that — she would probably go around, and spread out the word about everything she heard from him.
nott was about to mumble something in response, when her eyes flickered with concern, demolishing all his justification why shouldn’t he talk to her for longer than needed. she was genuine, not caring that ron and harry weren’t on a good terms with him, she wanted to know, and help if possible.
so, theo simply gave up the act. “uh, no. not really.” he confessed, confirming all the suspicions she got to gather from observing him for a few minutes, when he thought of an answer. her expression changed from concerned to slightly sad, even.
before the boy could realize, he was sat in one of the small coffee shops beside her, a half empty, steamy cup of hot chocolate in his hands as they talked. something was so incredibly off about the way they conversed, first time in a while, he never wanted to conversation to end, just like when he was talking to his friends. his body itched at the thought that soon both of them would have to come to their respective houses and the talk would be just a memory that never happened again.
he had to admit that y/n’s presence was soothing. it was like the smell of a freshly printed new book, a cigarette on a foggy morning, a sensation of someone’s nails gently scratching the inside of his palm. the last one was a habit his mom developed to calm him down before she died, leaving him with an aching need for someone to find out about his perk and do it when he needs.
her muffled laughter filled his ears as he watched the girl cover her lips with a palm, he couldn’t help but smile. the gloomy atmosphere that he brought with his tiny vent was long gone, since she declared it her mission to make him feel better. so, since he wasn’t a big talker himself, she let him listen to all the stories from when she was growing up. even though he never experienced a family like hers, a family that cared for each other, it was comforting.
his eyes darted to the clock hung up on a wall, followed by hers and a long sigh that left his lips. his fingers ran through his curls as he parted his lips to bid goodbyes, though y/n was faster. “we could meet up here some other time, if you want.” she gave him a shy smile, the one he never thought he would see on her face.
y/n weasley wasn’t the shy type of girl, she was a big talker, a smart-ass with witty comebacks and a obnoxiously loud aura coating her small frame, though right now, upon his gaze that wandered around her face for quite some time now, she grew shyer.
“uh.” stuttered theo. “yeah, i guess it’s a good idea.” his reply made her smile go bigger, and in the back of his head, it felt like a reward for the decision he just made, some kind of reassurance that he did something good.
“perfect.” she grinned, taking the two of their cups and taking them to the shop’s kitchen, revealing that either she works there, or she’s just insanely crazy for barging into someone’s workplace as an unwanted stranger. “there’s a fireplace in the back.” weasley added, taking his hand in hers before he could even refuse (he wouldn’t though).
the tips of her long nails gently grazed his palm, when she led him the back, greeting a few of her coworkers. her touch on his skin ached, almost burnt, although if that’s what the insides of a normal, fireplace without floo powder felt like, he could grow to like it, only if a part of her body was pressed against his. few minutes later theo’s hand felt empty as he watched her disappear in green flames, having bid their goodbyes.
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theo hated that feeling. this warm, strange feeling that coated his heart whenever he thought about the obnoxious gryffindor, who he met at those muggle streets. nevertheless, he found himself unable to think about someone else. he was replying to a letter pansy has sent him, and the only thing he had on his mind was y/n, he wondered if ginny told her about her little getaways with theo’s best friend, if all her brothers got back to their house, and — if she thought about him.
his hands throbbed. his fingers wrapped tightly around the quill, before putting it down on his deck. why on earth would he text her? it was one accidental meeting at some crowded street, one conversation that shouldn’t mean anything to them.
nott squeezed his eyes, the muscles on his face tensed as he focused on the paper in front of him, scribbling down a few words in his neat handwriting. a long sigh has left his lips, his eyes tracing the sentence he wrote for her. shit, why would he even do that? if any of his friends knew, he’d have been doomed — one weasley hanging around their friend group was enough, but he didn’t want to push draco nor blaise’s limits.
on a christmas’ eve, he went out for another walk, slightly hoping in the back of his mind that he’d accidentally bump into her again. this time, theodore would make sure to hear her laugh more often, to see her teeth, when she smiles or to watch as she gets shyer upon his gaze on her face.
his feet got him into a familiar looking café, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion — he couldn’t pinpoint from where he knew the place — and looked around. then, he heard it.
“theo!” a female voice rang in his ears. the boy turned his face, a smile slipping onto his lips as he realized where he was. the god damned café y/n was working at. “what can i get you?” a grin spread across her face, visibly delighted to see him there, almost as if she hoped for it.
her forearms laid on the counter as her body leaned a little closer, her hair pinned up in a ponytail that probably got ruined during her shift from running around the place, having a chat with each customer every now and then, a pinkish tint on her cheeks, maybe from the heat in the back or maybe, because he was there.
it took him a second to realize that he was staring with his mouth slightly parted. “uh—” he stuttered, getting a small, barely audiable giggle in response. “i just came to see you.” he blurted out. thank god his ears were covered by the beanie, because just by saying those six words got him all flustered.
“theo.” his name sounded so well coming from her. theodore wanted to hear it again, again, and again. it was melodic, like most beautiful song he’s ever heared. how could he get so whipped after one hangout?
“i hoped you’d come by.” she confessed shyly. “i have something for you in the back, could you give me five minutes? i gotta tell the manager i’m taking a break.” she beamed at him sweetly, rushing off to the back, taking off the green apron that hung on her waist in the meantime.
when she came back, she was still wearing the café’s shirt with a small, green logo, black jeans, and was carefully walking towards his table with a neatly wrapped package and on a top of that a plate with a big piece of some sort of chocolate cake, two drinks (the same as last time), and a cookie. her hair wasn’t in a ponytail anymore, ginger strands falling into her shoulders as she gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.
“you– you got me something?” a question left theo’s mouth, leaving him all surprised — the strange feeling warming him up from the inside. he took a big sip of the hot chocolate in front of him, hardly minding that he burnt his tongue, he didn’t want to say anything stupid. “y/n, we talked once and you… got me something?” he asked once again, not believing his own eyes.
the girl just smiled wider, passing the box towards him. “uh. yeah.” she answered, shrugging. “last time, you said that you never really celebrated christmas the right way, so… please open it.” she tried explaing herself, but gave up at the end, pushing the box further with her fingertips. “please?”
shit.
if she didn’t ask, if she didn’t give him those eyes and that smile. maybe he would be able to refuse, think of some lame excuse that wouldn’t hurt her feelings and give her the box back. but y/n was so sweet, and thought of him hard enough to prepare him a gift.
for half a second, theodore could see something flicker in her eyes, when his lean fingers gently pulled the green ribbon, ripping the gift paper afterwards. the gift turned out to be a sweater, a hand-made one that made the feeling come back to him.
the sweater was dark green, in the similar shade of his tie or the snake symbol on his robes, it had a large, dark blue letter T with a silver outline. his eyes scanned the piece of clothing, the corner of his lips going slightly upwards. “you got me your mom’s iconic sweater?” asked theo.
his mind was filled with different thoughts and emotions right now. he could never call y/n weasley a sweet girl, not because it wasn’t true, but because it would be an understatement — she was the sweetest, or at least somewhere in that range. his cheeks almost hurt from smiling at her, and never in his life nott had felt it.
“actually…” her cheeks started getting a little more pinkish than usual. “it’s based on my mom’s sweaters, i did it on my own. it might not be perfect—" y/n started rambling in nervousness, afraid that the boy won’t be happy about getting a meaningless piece of fabric from her.
“y/n, i love it.” theodore’s words were like honey to y/n’s ears, she gave him a small smile, not really expecting him to gently grab her hand out of sudden. the reason behind it? even theo didn’t know (probably to ease her nerves).
when he realized what he did, he wanted to take his hand back and mutter a quiet apology, the crime scene awkward as much as only possible. although, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that the pink on her face intensified, few more minutes of skin-to-skin contact, and she would turn into a tomato, so his hand stayed on hers, taking the chance and intertwining their fingers together.
“would you– uh,” the redhead started, stumbling over her own words, easily losing focus, each time his thumb stroked her hand, a tiny smirk hovering over his lips. “like to, uh, come here once in a while, you know… until the break’s over? keep me company, maybe?”
and he did. how couldn’t he? this girl was constantly on his mind ever since she bumped into him on the streets and spent literal hours at the café.
although, beside just keeping her company during the winter break — but also at school. he grew so fond of her (and believe me, it worked both ways) that cutting their fresh friendship short was something he couldn’t let happen. so… even though her younger sister was already swaying her way into theodore’s friend group, y/n seemed like a different topic.
theodore nott liked sharing. as unbelievable as it sounds, he really did. whenever he had something he enjoyed, he was willing to share, he was the type of person to give away his last cigarette to one of his friends, but the thought of sharing y/n weasley never crossed his mind. he wanted her all to himself, so… their hangouts always contained just the two of them.
small study dates in the library, late night walks around the courtyard, meet-ups in the room of requirement, picnics in the astronomy tower, while smoking some pot and cigarettes together.
back then, it felt strictly platonic. even if they called it their little dates, nott had a feeling they weren’t moving past the friendship line, while his emotions towards the girl were getting more and more serious. nevertheless, theodore was confident, but not confident enough to ask her out — to confess his silly crush without the fear creeping up on him that y/n would reject him and turn his dreams into nightmares.
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the weather outside was getting better with each day until spending time inside the castle was unbearable. it was around the time, theo decided to finally push his luck and ask the girl of his dream out. ever since he woke up, he was nervously fidgeting with everything that got to his hands and when then classes were to start, it only got worse.
“you alright, theo?” a whisper left y/n’s mouth as she stood next to him in potions, her elbow nudging him lightly, trying to catch his attention.
merlin. the way his name sounded so wonderful on her tongue. if it wasn’t for the small attention-grabber, he would definitely accidentally ignore the question to daydream about how sweetly her voice is.
“no, i mean– yes, yes i am.” he stuttered. “i just– can i ask you a question?” she nodded, making his stomach turn around. “would you, uh– like to go out to hogsmeade with me? like on a date?” the question left his lips.
his throat went dry as he waited years for an answer (which was actually just about two seconds, theo’s brain just got really dramatic from stress), legs giving up, so he had to lean his palms on the table.
“f’course.” weasley grinned, not minding the blush that spread all over her face, just from the ask. “i thought you’d never ask, really.” she giggled, turning her eyes away for a second, before flashing him another beam of hers.
nott’s face was now bright pink. “i– what?” he was struggling to form a logical sentence. “you wanted me to–?” the boy was supposed to finish his thought, though it didn’t really sit well with snape who interrupted their little talk, postponing it until the evening.
the two of them were walking somewhere outside, laughing about something so insignificant, when the situation from classes popped into his mind. “so… about that date. you really want to?” asked nott.
he expected any kind of answer — yes, no, maybe, you should guess, nah — whatever was only possible. however, the feeling of her lips on his wouldn’t cross his mind. she kissed him. y/n has kissed him, leaving him breathless, when she pulled away.
“does that answer your question?” redhead chuckled, her fingers still curled up against the collar of his white shirt. he shook his head, still mind-blown. “yes, theodore faustus nott, i was dying to hear you ask me out on a date. whatever we have between us, i wanted it to move forward and go on a date with you.”
she laughed. “you really think i’d spend hours crotcheting a sweater for a guy i met few days earlier if i didn’t feel something? theo, i almost passed out when you touched my hand months ago.” another laugh left her lips that were now so close to his, clouding his mind with one certain thing.
upon hearing all those words, the boy couldn’t stop himself anymore, he pressed his mouth against hers, savouring the moment. cherishing the fact that she wanted him like he wanted her.
“the date is still a thing, yeah?” y/n smiled as her nose brushed his.
“you’re gonna love it.” he answered, grinning.
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yeonzzzn · 13 days
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💙beautiful angel: sim jaeyun
2.0 of won’t give up on us for the off limits trilogy
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pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 2.1k
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synopsis: after the birth of his daughter, jake takes on the responsibility of watching after her while you sleep and get the much needed rest after giving birth. jake and jay spend that late night reminiscing about old times and discussing the future.
genre: established relationship, older brother’s best friend!au, fluffy, suggestive talk.
warnings: swearing, jake and jay being down bad for daughter/niece, mentions of sex, pregnancy mentions, that’s probably it! ♡
✰ this a 2.0 to this trilogy, please see parts 1-3 under the title before reading this one. ✰
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Jake lets out a quick yawn, rubbing his right eye as his other holds Hwa tighter then wraps the arm back around her. 
You were sound asleep on the hospital bed, completely exhausted from obviously birthing a child earlier in the day. 
Jake rocked little Hwa in his arms, smiling over how soundly she slept like there was no care in the world. 
Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw Jay’s head fall from the hand he was resting on, jolting him awake. Jake tried to not laugh, not wanting to wake up his daughter. 
“You can go home, man,” Jake whispers, “You’ve been here all day.” 
Jay rubs his eyes, “You can go home.” 
Jake scoffs, narrowing his eyes, “The fuck I will go home, my fiancé just birthed my daughter.” 
“And my sister just birthed my niece.” 
“Point taken,” Jake sighs, knowing damn well Jay wasn’t going to leave. As he said at the sports bar the night they watched the Formula One races, they were both fucked if you had a girl. And well, here you all were. 
Jake assumed Jay was going to stay at the hospital as well once everyone else eventually piled out. They even had to ask the nurses to bring an extra recliner chair for him to sleep on. 
Jay yawned, sitting up in the chair and stretching his arms above his head, “You sure you don’t want to go home?” Jake teased. 
Jay flipped him the bird and stood up from the chair, “I’m going to the cafeteria, want anything?” 
Jake nodded, “Surprise me.” 
Jay left and came back quickly, carrying two chicken sandwiches, “They didn’t have much, since ya know. It’s two am.” 
Jake shrugged, reaching a hand out for the sandwich, “I don’t care at this point I am just starving.” 
Jay unwrapped the foil on the sandwich and handed it to Jake, “Need me to put Hwa in her little crib thing?” 
Jake quickly shook his head, not being ready to let her go yet. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to snatch her away from his family and friends earlier, to yell at them that he wanted his daughter back in his arms. The protection Jake felt towards his daughter was insane. Wanting to bark and growl at anyone and everything that looked at her for too long. 
Jay just rolls his eyes and sits back in his recliner across the room on the other side of your bed, “Well, I call dibs holding her after we eat.” 
Jake glared at him, only for Jay to glare back. 
“I’m just as crazy about her as you are man,” Jay hissed, “My family too.” 
Jake decided to ignore Jay and take a bite of his sandwich. Jake knew he eventually had to get some sleep, mostly if he wanted to be awake when you wake up later. 
So Jake eventually nods and swallows his food, “Fine, only because I need to get some sleep and I rather my daughter sleep peacefully in one of her family member's arms than that plastic hospital crib.” 
Jay chuckles as he eats his sandwich, “I couldn’t agree more, brother.” 
Brother. That word holds so much more meaning now than it did before. Jake went from being best friends with Jay to practically being brothers from how close they were, to being brother-in-laws. Jake will soon actually be related to Jay, and honestly, he couldn’t wait. 
“It’s crazy how everything worked out,” Jake said, finishing the last bite of his sandwich, his hand that still held his daughter slightly squeezed her small body, “I still can’t believe it. Like I am waiting to be woken up from a dream.” 
Jay just stared at his friend, watching how he smiled down at his niece and the tears swell in his eyes, “You know, I’ve never seen you cry as much as I have ever since you started dating my sister.” 
“Shut the fuck up.” 
Jay laughs, finishing off his sandwich and standing from the chair, “But it’s not a dream, Jake. Trust me I tried to pinch myself awake after finding out you were messing around with my sister.” 
Jake just shakes his head, “It just feels all so unreal to me. Like I’m a father now? Who would have ever thought about it.” 
Jay just nods. It seemed so out of reach and impossible for the old Jake. The Jake who partied every weekend and was bringing many different women in and out of his bed, didn’t take college all that seriously and honestly only did it to stay with his friends. Jay saw a change in Jake the moment his sister arrived at the house during winter break all those years ago. You changed him, and it was for the better. 
“Yeah it’s weird to think about,” Jay took Jake’s trash and threw it away, quickly washing his hands and making his way back to Jake, reaching his hands out for his niece, “My turn.” 
Jake lifts Hwa up, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and straightening out the blanket wrapped around her then sending her into Jay’s arms. 
“Hello sweet girl,” Jay whispered to her, holding her close to his chest and placing a kiss on her forehead, “Uncle Jay has you now.” 
Jake stared at his friend and daughter with endearment, “I love you all so much it’s insane.” 
Jay carefully sat back into the recliner chair, lifting the leg up, “Same here, man. I love you all with every inch of my heart.” 
Jake stood up and stretched, letting out another yawn before sitting back down and getting comfy in the chair, his eyes looking over to you, watching how your chest raised and fell with each sleepy breath you took. 
“Stop looking at my sister like that,” Jay softly snapped. 
Jake looked away from you, his eyes now piercing daggers into your brother, “Huh? That’s my future wife.” 
“Yeah, and you’re looking at her like you want to impregnate her again.” 
Jake smirks, “Because I do.” 
Jay groans, “Jesus fucking Christ.” 
“Trust me, the moment I can, I’m putting another baby in her,” Jake knew these sex jokes were pissing Jay off, they always did. His big brother protective persona always came out. Even though Jake knocked you up and was now engaged to you, Jay still never wavered his protectiveness. And Jake was honestly happy about it. 
“Remind me that I need to speak to her about getting back on her birth control,” Jay said with a roll of his eyes. 
“I’ll just hide it.” 
“Okay yandere Jake,” Jay chuckles, “Calm down.” 
Jake laughs with his friend, enjoying every moment with him. 
He glances back at you, smiling wide, “It’s crazy how things worked out.” 
Jay was busy adjusting the blanket around Hwa, tracing a finger over her little face, “Yeah, things turned out how they were supposed to.” 
Jake sat up in his chair, keeping his eyes on you, “Thank you, Jay.” 
“For what?” Jay asked, leaning his head down to kiss Hwa’s forehead, smiling as she softly yawned. 
“For walking into my life when you did,” Jake was truly, truly, thankful for Jay. Jake remembers the memory so fondly, sitting at the small table in kindergarten alone. Twirling his thumbs against each other as he watched the other kids in his class make the friends he was too shy to make. 
“Why are you sitting here alone?” little Jay asked, nearly scaring Jake to death, “Don’t you have any friends?” 
Jake just shook his head, looking away from Jay. Jake didn’t attend the same daycare these other kids did, everyone already knew each other or were social butterflies enough to make friends. 
Jay sat down beside him, “Sunghoon, come here!” 
Little Sunghoon stood up from the playing mat and waddled to the table, sitting across from Jay without so much as a thought. Sunghoon was shy too, but since he already knew Jay he felt comfortable. 
“What’s your name?” Jay asked. 
“Jaeyun…” Jake whispered, “But I go by Jake as a nickname.” 
Little Jay just smiled, “I’m Jongseong, but my nickname is Jay. And that’s Sunghoon. We are your friends now. I have a friend in the first grade named Heeseung, he’ll be your friend too.” 
And since then the four of them have been attached at the hip. Jake chuckles at the memory. Jay was also remembering the same memory, smiling and chuckling as well. 
“You were so shy back then, I wonder what happened.” 
“I became friends with you,” Jake teased, smiling even wider, “But it’s because of you, on why I am where I am right now.” 
Jay nodded, looking back down at his niece, “Someone had to become friends with you.” 
Jake rolled his eyes, slumping down into the chair. “If you never invited us to come back home with you, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now.” 
Jay nodded again, “Yeah, we sure wouldn’t be.” 
Jay was honestly happy with how life turned out to be. He’s kept the same friends his entire life, had a perfect sibling relationship with you, you’re engaged to one of his best friends and now he’s holding his niece in his arms. Everything balanced out how it should have. 
“I am glad it was you,” Jay said after a few minutes of silence. 
Jake tilts his head into his hand, “Oh yeah?” he said through a yawn, “Glad it was me who became your best friend?” 
“No,” Jay said with a pause, earning Jake to glare at him, “If you’d let me finish,” Jay hissed, “I am glad it was you who fell in love with my sister. You’ve given her a love no one else could. Nobody was good enough for my sister, not until you.” 
Jake smiled, looking at you, “I am so in love with her. Thank you again for walking into my life when you did. For welcoming me into your family and for letting me love YN. You could have easily beat my ass and forbidden me from ever seeing her again. Thank you for accepting my love for her, thank you for letting me date her. She’s my soulmate, my everything,” Jake now looks at Jay, then sending his eyes to his sleeping daughter, “It’s because of you that I not only have the best friend a guy could ask for, but I met my soulmate so early on in life, and now I have a beautiful daughter. It’s all because of you.”
Jay tried to not let the word go to his head and let his ego boost further. Jay knew this was all because of him. But he was glad for it just as much as Jake was. 
“Yeah, be grateful,” Jay teased. 
Jake was about to comment but stopped quickly. 
“Oh my god can you both shut up?!” you groaned, using all your strength to push yourself up to your elbow, “Some people are trying to rest!” 
“Baby,” Jake said, quickly standing up to rush to your side, “Were we being too loud? I am so sorry.” 
You secretly have been awake the entire time, listening to their conversations and cooing over your daughter. You kept praying they’d eventually just shut up and fall asleep. 
You look at your brother, watching as he places more kisses all over Hwa’s face and suddenly you want nothing more than to hold her. 
You reached your arms out, “Gimme.” 
Jay didn’t want to give Hwa up yet but stood up anyway to hand her over to you. 
You smiled down at your daughter, “Beautiful angel.” 
Jake wrapped an arm around you, leaning his head against yours, “She is, isn’t she.” 
Hwa has already received so many kisses since she was born, but you couldn’t help but press your lips to her forehead, sending every ounce of love you have into her skin. 
Jake loved seeing you like this, so motherly. It turned him on, he had to admit. 
“Let’s make another one when we get home.” 
“Oh god here we go,” Jay groaned, sliding down the chair and crossing his arms. 
“I’m telling you,” Jake chuckled, “I am going to knock her up again. I’ll have sex with her every single night over and over until she’s pregnant again.” 
You tried to not laugh at seeing the look of pure disgust on your brother's face. 
“I take back everything nice I said earlier,” Jay said with a pout. 
“No you don’t shut up,” you laughed, “You love us.” 
Jay nods, “I damn well do.” 
Jake kisses your brow, “Let me get you pregnant again,” he whispers. 
“At least get your own apartment or house first, jeez,” Jay sighs, “Our apartment is crowded enough.” 
“Awe, but if we move out how can I tease you about our sex life?” Jake smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Jay. 
You tuned out the teasing argument between your fiancé and brother, putting your full attention to your daughter, watching as her small eyes flutter open and a yawn leaves her little lips, her eyes now locking with yours. 
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel.
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twilghtkoo · 11 months
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xoxo - lee donghyuck
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synopsis. in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.
pairings. donghyuck x reader (f)
genre. fluff, established relationship, non!idol au
warnings. none!
notes. this idea is inspired by this tiktok i saw T_T i was like holy shit this is cute now let’s make it about hyuck :D also something is wrong w my taglist, it says it got deleted but i didn’t delete it so i might have to make a new one😭 so if the link isn’t working that’s why!! just letting y’all know :)
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“and she hates the crust on her bread–“ your older sister tries to inform.
you push her out your door, mindlessly nodding your head. “i know, i know, don’t worry she’s gonna be fine. now go, before you’re late.” you wave to her one last time before you close the door behind her with a huff.
your six year old niece is still standing behind you with her bluey backpack on her shoulders that has all the things that would entertain her for tonight.
“hi, sweetie. i missed you,” you crouch down to her level, helping her out of her shoes and taking off her backpack.
“i missed you too, auntie!” she smiles and takes off to your living room, giggling.
you had already put on her favorite cartoon on your tv, as you follow her with her bag in your hands before placing it beside the couch.
she’s totally immersed herself in the animated slice-of-life adventures of the dog family. you stand inches away from her, amused at how she has blocked out all of her surroundings.
you turn to walk into your kitchen, thinking of preparing something easy for dinner.
“auntie!” your niece calls out from the living room.
you hum in response, putting away the dried dishes from last night.
“is donghyuck-ie coming over today?” she asks, curiously. and you know just by her tone and the mention of her second favorite person (first is obviously me) she’s twiddling her fingers.
you chuckle to yourself. “yes, he’s coming over later though.”
you hear her gasp before it goes back to being silent, the faint sound of the tv echoing through your apartment.
you’ve noticed your little niece’s infatuation with your boyfriend and you and donghyuck think it’s the cutest thing. she loves playing with him when he comes over while you’re babysitting her, making him sit in the living room with her and color and play with her toys. she gets all shy and geeky when donghyuck walks with her holding hands.
your older sister finds it funny and amusing.
“tell your boyfriend to stop being so handsome yeah? my daughter is bragging to everybody that donghyuck-ie bought her a toy.” your sister groans into your ear, on the phone with you.
you’ve been busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, appreciating the comforting sound of bluey and bingo playing along. every so and so minutes you check on your niece by calling her name.
“yes?”
“just checking on you, you good?”
she hums cutely. “yes auntie.” you peek your head out, seeing her sprawled out on the floor with her backpack next to her and all its contents spread out. she’s drawing something in front of the tv, concentrating with her tongue poking out as she scribbled with her crayons and gazing up at the tv.
she crawls up to her feet, bending down to grab the piece of paper she was doodling on before stomping over to you.
“auntie! auntie!”
you raise your eyebrows, giving her your undivided attention.
she shoves the piece of paper in your face. “look!”
you lean your head back, blinking, trying to adjust to what she’s showing you.
she’s holding up a stationary bluey themed piece of paper that has blue textured crayon words written neatly across the printed lines.
‘dear sunflower ♡’
you gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “is this a letter for donghyuck?” you whisper to her, from her view, your eyes shaped into crescent moons and your hands are covering your smile.
your niece giggles, using the letter in her tiny hands to hide her face as the pig tails from her head bounce from her nodding.
“he’s gonna love it! i mean, who doesn’t love bluey?” you ask rhetorically, hands on your hips.
“right?”
the doorbell chimes throughout your small home, both you and your niece look at each other with big eyes. already knowing who’s behind the door. your niece runs out the kitchen and into the living room squealing as you make your way to let your boyfriend in.
“hi pretty.” haechan grins at you, his eyelids looking a bit heavy and you already know work was tough on him. he still smiles and extends his arms out for you.
you wrap your arms around his neck, playfully groaning when he squeezes you tight in his grasp.
he lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you away to connect his lips with yours in a slow, gentle kiss. his hands roaming over your lower back and creeping down to your ass.
“sunflower!” you both break the kiss, you walk back to the kitchen while he bends down to greet the little girl.
“aigoo, hi cutie. how are you?” you hear him coo at her.
“thank u yn for the food.”
“thank you auntie for the food!” they both say at the same time.
you reach over the table to grab their plates and placing them inside the sink, your niece jumps up from her seat and runs out the kitchen. donghyuck takes this moment to snake his hands from behind to lace his fingers together so you can’t run.
his body towering over you, he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your exposed skin. “thank you for dinner baby,” he mumbles against your skin.
you smile, “of course.”
“sunflower!”
he pats your ass, pecking the top of your head before walking away. “yes bum bum,” he replies. the nickname that seemed fitting and grew on her over time, it being short for bumble bee.
“i made something for you.” the little girl shyly utters, the piece of paper in her hands as she shoves it in his hands.
he laughs lightly, sitting on the balls of his feet. “did you draw something for me?”
she shakes her head, her toothy smile on display, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth on her feet.
you appear behind donghyuck, relaxing your hand on his shoulder.
it’s a comforting silence in your apartment, he’s taking the time to carefully read each word and reading a certain word over again because of the misspelling but he finds it endearing, his smile growing wider as he gets closer to the end.
‘xoxo, bum bum :)’
“hugs and kisses, where did you learn that from?”
“school!” she exclaims.
“school shouldn’t be teaching you how to win hearts,” he states with a playful pout.
she clasps her hands together, stepping closer towards him to point at the tiny prints. “i used my bluey stationary kit, do you like the paper?”
“i do, i’m very honored and i’m going to hang it up in my home. this is my first letter i got from a girl!” he whisper-shouts in your niece’s ear.
obviously you heard him and that made you nudge him with your knee, making him lose his balance.
“auntie you have to write sunflower love letters.”
he smirks, “yeah, auntie.”
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sunnyaelia · 1 month
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Jealousy and Sisterhood
Alexia and you are dating and she is happy that you get along with her sister Alba so well - until people start thinking you and Alba are a thing. In her effort to keep you away from her sister, she drives a wedge in between you and her relationship 
As promised: 
Angstttt and more angst and then happy ending :) 
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Alexia had a soft smile on her face as she watched you and Alba giggle over some old photos of them as kids. She was beyond relieved that you got along incredibly good with her family, so good in fact, that she had to bring you with her to any family dinners or Eli would ask where her third daughter is. You got on especially well with Alba, Alexia’s sister, who was look-wise quite the copy of her older sister but personality wise the exact opposite. 
Where Alexia was calm and a bit stern, Alba found everything funny and rarely took stuff serious. Where Alexia was seemingly more standoffish and kept to herself at first when meeting others, Alba was immediately befriending people left and right. The two of them were a funny mix and you loved nothing more than to tease your girlfriend of over a year together with Alba who gladly told you every single embarrassing story about Alexia. 
Later that night Alexia was scrolling through her instagram while you got ready for bed in the bathroom. She smiled when she saw that Alba had posted something from the dinner, the first picture being one of you and her that Eli had took, the two of you laughing over the photobook. Though Alexia’s smile vanished pretty quickly when she saw the comments. 
‘Awwwww’ 
‘Is this like a soft launch?’ 
‘Okayyy 🔥 didn’t expect Alba and Y/N’ 
‘they’re so cute 😭 when is it my turn to be happy’
‘i thought alba was single lmao’ 
‘hope they last, this is so sweet’ 
‘i just know both of them together get on alexia’s last nerve’ 
Alexia could feel her blood boil, the comments quick to make her angry. It wasn’t the first time she had seen comments like these, but never these many and never without anyone doubting that you and Alba were together. She had been the one to request that you two keep your relationship under wraps, forever scared of you having to face negative comments since everyone on the internet was way too bold. She had expected that it would sometimes suck, like when people flirted with you and she couldn’t really do anything. What she hadn’t expected was, that you’d literally end up getting shipped with her own sister. It made sense in a way, you and Alexia never posted each other obviously, Alba and you did though. Of course people would start to think that you two were a thing. She knew deep down that she had no reason to be mad, and she wasn’t mad at you. But the whole thing made her incredibly upset nonetheless, angry at how this nice day had now turned. It also had her overthinking.
You were quite friendly, getting along very well with everyone quickly and loving to meet others. It was a bit of a clash with Alexia who was more of a homebody and the longer she thought about it, the more she realised why people were shipping you and Alba. You got along so well, constantly doing something together and laughing at the family dinners - pictures of it being uploaded to Alba’s instagram. Both outgoing, nice and more of a sweet vibe instead of intimidating like Alexia. You both liked a lot of the same TV shows that Alexia only struggled through because of you, often doing her best to distract you with other activities for her entertainment. 
The thoughts made her stomach turn, anxious that you might realise as well that Alba could be a better fit for you. That she could be someone you could easily post pictures with because she wasn’t famous, didn’t have some weird and creepy fans like Alexia did. Alba could be someone that you could go shopping with for hours without being bothered by fans that would take pictures of the two of you and follow you around. Alba could give you a lot more. 
She acted like she was sleeping when you came out of the bathroom a little later, not reacting when you cuddled yourself into her side like you always did. Though, once she heard your breathing evening out she was quick to wrap her arms around you and pull you more into her, a possessive grip around your waist. You didn’t notice, simply adjusting a bit in your sleep while your girlfriend’s thoughts next to you were circling around what to do. 
What you did notice was Alexia’s changed behaviour the next day. At first you thought she was mad at you, noticing how she had a grumpy expression on her face the entire day, looking more mad than just stern like usually. But she was also very clingy, attached to your side the entire time though she barely said anything, only humming when you asked her if everything was alright. 
To your surprise she told you that you wouldn’t be able to go with her family to the next Barça game on Sunday since she didn’t get enough tickets for all of you. You were honestly confused how, because you’ve been coming to her games from literally the first date on, wanting to support her as good as you could and Alexia loved it. She always came over and greeted you, ensuring to try and keep interactions friendly and not flirty so nobody would suspect anything.
You ended up accepting not being able to come and waved it off, though you were pretty hurt that she had apparently prioritised getting her mom and sister there for the game but not you. You tried to shake it off, telling yourself that her family was the most important thing to Alexia - though you had to admit that you had started to think that you were a part of that family. Apparently not. 
Missing one game didn’t bother you that much, you watched it from home and sent her a text immediately after how proud you were of her when you saw that she had scored the penalty she had taken. 
When she also didn’t let you come to the game afterwards, you were getting a bit irritated. The third time it happened you were certain something was up. It was confirmed when she announced that she was going to a family dinner with one foot already out the door, giving you no chance to even reply before she shut the door. A family dinner was usually definitely something she would take you with her to. There was no reason not to. 
In Alexia’s head she was doing the right thing: keeping you away from Alba and ensuring that nobody would think you two were together anymore by not letting you two bond any further. She simply said that you weren’t feeling well to Alba and Eli who both immediately questioned where you were, sad to hear that you weren’t doing well. 
Since Alba was a sweetheart and missed talking to you anyway, she came over to your and Alexia’s shared apartment the next day. Alexia was at training, obviously not having told you that she had lied and said that you were sick. So when Alba came in and started asking you how you were, you were mostly confused and clueless on what she meant, even though still very happy to see her. You connected the dots once Alba explicitly asked you if you were feeling better or still sick, so you could come to the next family dinner that was soon. You agreed, not telling her that her sister had lied and deciding to just confront Alexia and outright ask her why she had said you were sick when you hadn’t been. 
You did just that as soon as Alexia came back home. 
“Hola mi amor.” She tugged you into a hug, about to press a kiss onto your lips before you took a step back. 
“Alba was here earlier.” Alexia felt her heat beat pick up a bit, seeing on your face already that her little lie had caught up with her. 
“Why did you say I was sick?” 
“Amor…” Alexia avoided your gaze as she said it, head lowering as she started to twist her fingers - a clear sign that she was nervous. 
“Look, it’s fine if you want to spend more one on one time with your family by yourself but don’t lie. You’re putting me into an awkward position when you do that.” 
You couldn’t be further from the truth right now, there was absolutely no way Alexia would ever want to spend less time with you instead of more. But you had just given her a perfect excuse on what happened, so she decided to take it, not ready to reveal that she was jealous of her own sister and not aware what consequences would follow. 
“I’m sorry amor, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.” You had a lot more questions, wanting to assure yourself that you hadn’t been imposing for some time. How long had she felt like that? Did Alba and her mom also think you were coming over too often? Maybe her friends were annoyed that you sometimes came with? 
But you could already feel the familiar burn of the tears behind your eyes and you definitely didn’t want to cry right now.  Not in front of Alexia and not when she had just simply set a boundary. She was allowed to spend time alone with her family, you had no right to get upset with her. So you just sighed, trying to finish this conversation up so you could go be emotional in peace. 
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again.” You pressed a quick kiss onto her lips before telling her that you had to go get some groceries while already on the way to the door. Therefore she missed the dejected look in your eyes or the way your shoulders were slightly slumped. You had never heard Alexia say before that she wanted more time by herself with others, usually the blonde was actually very annoyed when she had to go anywhere without you, always trying to convince you to come with her to every single thing she could take you with. 
The feeling of now apparently being unwanted - even worse: having been unwanted for a while and you just hadn’t noticed was horrible. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, trying to think over how often you had come with her to dinner or other activities with friends. Had she been thinking this from the beginning on already? She had usually been the one to invite you, sometimes it was her mom Eli, sometimes it was Alba. You had actually looked forward to seeing them at the next planned dinner in a few days - now you were pretty sure you couldn’t face them. The nagging question whether you’d been getting on their nerves this whole time kept you awake all night, tossing and turning in Alexia’s hold who was peacefully sleeping next to you - exhausted from hours of training. 
You ignored the sting of rejection when the next day, your girlfriend told you hesitantly about the dinner that Alba had already invited you to and told you that she’d rather go alone. You felt horrible about it honestly, sad that she didn’t want you to come with her. She always came with you when you met up with your family - she was part of it in your eyes anyway. Why didn’t she feel the same? Still, you decided to just text Alba that you wouldn’t be able to make it to dinner anymore, wanting to make sure you respected the time that Alexia wanted alone with her family. 
Alba cussed you out in a joking way over text that you just flaked on her and it weirdly made you feel a whole lot better. She apparently really did care whether you could come or not, she had also been the one to explicitly invite you. Maybe at least she hadn’t gotten sick of you yet. 
Eli was equally disappointed that you didn’t appear again. This time Alexia said that you were swamped with work and couldn’t go, noticing the clear disappointment in both her mom and her sister’s eyes. It didn’t make her feel any better, already feeling terrible over how sad you had looked earlier and for a moment she debated on whether she should just come clean and stop acting ridiculous, after all it was just a few people shipping you two. 
Well, one quick look into Alba’s comment section on instagram when she posted a photo dump with you in it as well had her certain that she needed to stick to her plan. The comments were once again flooded with mentions of how cute you two were and how well you fit together. Alba jokingly apologising to her, finding it hilarious, didn’t make her feel any better. 
At the same time you were at home, overthinking again on whether you were too clingy. You did spend a lot of time attached to Alexia’s side as soon as she was home. Especially after national break. Was that what bothered her maybe? You were just too close in general, smothering her too much? The longer you thought about it, the more sense it made. It wasn’t nice to think about how you had maybe cuddled up to her on the sofa and she had internally groaned, having hoped to spend some time alone. You didn’t have any confirmation of it but it still stung to even think about. 
Therefore, it wasn’t as hard as you had expected it to be to withdraw a bit from her. Every time you longed to just throw yourself into Alexia’s arms you thought about how she might be too nice to say that you were getting on her nerves right now - even though you were. It made you stay away a lot more. You started meeting friends when Alexia got home from training - you’d usually see them beforehand so you could spend time with her but now the goal was to give her some space. The more you thought about it, there more you were certain that you’d be overloaded too if you got home from a very stressful and exhausting training and your girlfriend was immediately clinging to you like you usually clung onto Alexia. You didn’t know that it was the best part of Alexia’s day and something she actually looked forward to every single time, disappointed when she got home to a dark house and no you, a simple text message letting her know you were out. 
You felt even more like you were doing the right thing when Alexia continued to not invite you to games - she was terrified someone was going to film you and Alba laughing or hugging like you often did when someone scored - and then upload it, making everyone ship you even more. You had always been there - Alexia often calling you her good luck charm to score goals. Now you weren’t invited to a single one of them. It was ridiculous how much it hurt, sitting alone in front of the TV to watch the game and just texting her afterwards that she had played well while Alba and Eli were in the stands cheering her on and embracing her after every match. After some time you didn’t even feel like watching anymore, getting bitter whenever you saw a glimpse of her family in the crowd - the family you obviously didn’t belong to. You still did, telling yourself to suck it up and be a good girlfriend. If she wanted space then she had every right to request that. You never complained to Alexia or told her just how much it hurt because she had already said that she hadn’t known how to bring it up. If you now told her that she had hurt you so much by setting a reasonable boundary, she probably wouldn’t tell you again the next time something bothered her and that just wasn’t a healthy relationship. 
Despite still hugging and cuddling Alexia a lot like usual, you felt weirdly detached from her. And alone. You both just saw each other right before you went to bed, there was barely time to do any activities with Alexia’s packed schedule and you always had an excuse available to avoid spending time with her, unsure if she really wanted to or just felt like it was her girlfriend duty to make time for you. 
Alexia hated it. The family dinners weren’t even that fun anymore because she spend most of the time missing you and wishing you were there. Coming home from training sucked because you weren’t there to excitedly greet her. Eating somewhere out with friends usually had her mostly thinking about you and hoping you might be available to come with her the next time. You basically never were. Going to bed was the highlight of her day most times because at least you were finallythere and she could pull you into her arms like she’d been wanting to the entire time. Alexia found herself thinking quite a few times that she’d rather deal with jealousy than with whatever this was. 
So when four weeks after she had started this whole mess, you were sitting on the bed waiting for her to be finished in the bathroom, she finally invited you to a game again. You could barely even be excited, pretty certain that she just felt bad that you hadn’t been there in quite some time. It wasn’t a lie when you apologised and told her that you had plans, having agreed with friends that you’d meet up because you were tired of sitting in front of a TV alone watching others enjoy the game together. You had never rejected going to a game before, always freeing up your plans so you could come and support her and it stung Alexia worse than she could have predicted when you declined. It only soothed her a little when you showed her that you’d be keeping watch of the score with your phone, having downloaded an app to ensure you wouldn’t miss anything. 
She missed you even more than usual when she came home that day, hoping to at least cuddle up with you on the bed after a gruesome match. You were still with your friends though, the house empty and the bed cold. Everything about it sucked and Alexia couldn’t even get mad because she hadn’t been inviting you to matches for a while - of course you didn’t expect her to suddenly invite you again. 
It didn’t help that Alba had obviously noticed that something was amiss, she knew how you had always ensured to make time for Alexia’s games since they were a very important and big part of her job. So for you to just be too busy this often? Unlikely. She told Alexia to fix whatever had happened, knowing that it was a lot more likely that her stubborn and proud sister had done something rather than you. The way Alexia avoided her gaze after she said it just proved it. 
When you came home later, Alexia wasn’t in the best mood. You congratulated her on her victory, having seen with great pride that her name was also on the score sheet. It only served to make her even more annoyed - more with herself than you. She hated coming home from matches without you chattering happily in her car about what parts of the game had you holding your breath. She hated being at the matches without seeing you in the stands, happy and talking with her family that had adapted you so well. They would have another family dinner this weekend and she knew she’d hate being there, without you, the constant questions when you were and the obviousness that whatever was going on was her fault. 
So, when you got into bed next to her, barely able to say anything about the game since you didn’t watch it and she couldn’t even blame you for it since she was the one to never invite you anymore, the annoyed sigh escaped her before she could stop it. 
You looked up from where you had been tucking yourself under the covers, having noticed that Alexia wasn’t too happy right now. “Everything okay?” You were a bit hesitant, unsure on what to do. Normally you were more in tune with Alexia, knowing exactly in the moment what would set her off. You had barely seen her all day though so you were lost on what could have gotten to her. 
“Sí.” 
Okay, something was definitely wrong. You sighed as well, pulling out of your beyond stubborn girlfriend what was going on was like pulling teeth sometimes and you were honestly tired and just wanted to go to bed. 
“Alexia. What’s wrong?” 
She merely shrugged, arms crossed as she sat propped up against the headboard of the bed. You were definitely too tired for this so even though it was petty you turned your nightstand lamp off, plunging the room into darkness while saying “Fine. Good night.” 
You barely got the chance to lay down before Alexia turned her nightstand lamp on, making you blink rapidly to adjust to the light again. 
“There’s a family dinner on Saturday. I want you to come with me.” 
You raised an eyebrow, honestly displeased at this conversation. First she’s annoyed and won’t tell you why and then she starts making demands instead of just asking normally. You loved how assertive Alexia was usually, but when you were already a bit annoyed with her then it was extremely grating to your nerves. 
At your hesitance she sighed again. “Don’t tell me you already have something else planned for that day as well.” 
You could barely answer before she already made the next decision, the sting of another rejection too much for your insanely proud girlfriend. 
“Fine. Don’t come. Good night.” She turned towards the nightstand to turn her lamp off but was stopped by your arm on hers as you spoke, quickly getting angry with your girlfriend. 
“Seriously Alexia? You were the one who wanted more space, I give you that and then you turn it around and get mad at me?” 
“I didn’t ask for more space.” 
“You did, you literally told me that you want some alone time with your family and I gave you exactly that. You’re the one who doesn’t want me at family dinners anymore even though I thought we already count as one family anyway, you’re the one who gave me this dumb excuse of not having enough tickets so I can’t come to any of your games anymore and now you’re also the one mad at me for thinking you’d want space? You obviously do. Do you just want me to sit around here all day happily twiddling my thumbs and waiting that you get home once you feel like enjoying my presence again?” You were getting quite worked up but Alexia starting this conversation when you were already tired and sad about everything ensured that you had quite the short fuse right now.
She looked shocked at your outburst, finally connecting the dots of what should have been obvious to her entire time. In the time it took for her to gather her thoughts you had gotten up with your blanket and pillow in hand and were on your way to the door, not willing to sleep in the same room as Alexia right now. She was quick to get up and race after you, holding the door closed as you tried to open it. 
“Wait, amor I’m sorry. I’m sorry, let me explain.” Before you could even answer she grabbed your blanket and pillow and tugged it out of your grip, leading you back to the bed with a firm hand on your shoulder.
When you sat down and looked up at her, ready to hear what she was going to say, she sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. Knowing she was going to have to reveal her ridiculous jealousy was embarrassing but there was no way she was going to let you keep thinking that she wanted space from you when she wanted the exact opposite. She already felt horrible at the thought of you feeling unwanted through her behaviour. 
If she had realised earlier that she had hurt your feelings so badly she would have immediately told you the truth and assured you that you hadn’t done anything wrong - so now she was desperate to fix the amount of hurt that had apparently accumulated at her constant rejection. 
“This is going to sound ridiculous but just hear me out please.” 
You nodded, now mostly curious at what was going on. 
Taking a deep breath, Alexia started. 
“Do you remember the last family dinner we both went to? Alba posted a picture afterwards of you two looking at that picture book and when I read the comments I saw how many people were shipping you. I’ve seen it before but this time it was really flooding the comments. Everyone was so convinced that you two are together and I hated it. There were so many people so certain that you and Alba would make a great couple and I don’t know… I was scared that maybe, over time you’d realise what advantages being with Alba would have. She wouldn’t keep your relationship private, no weird fans bothering you and not constant matches after which I’m too tired to do anything. She’s a lot happier as well, no rumours like the one that every player in my team is scared of me. You two like the same shows, the same food and you both like going shopping for hours. Stuff I just don’t do like that.” 
Alexia looked genuinely terribly sad at the end, scared that you especially now would see how much better Alba could be for you. 
“Alexia,” you were honestly floored, for a moment unsure where to even start. “How could you ever think that we are not meant to be? I don’t want your sister, I’ve never wanted her and don’t ever will. I love you for you. I love that you seem intimidating to others, I love that we don’t always like the same things and I love that you can show me movies or food or shows I’ve never considered before because you enjoy different stuff than I do. You have gone shopping for hours with me simply because I like doing it and that means even more to me since you only did it for me. I don’t want an exact clone of me as my girlfriend and you’re usually a really great one. I love being with you. I’ll take a few inconveniences that aren’t even your fault to continue being able to be with you.” 
The soft smile on Alexia’s face told you that you had found the right words, one of her hands carefully reaching out to caress your cheek - the gesture giving you the familiar butterflies you often felt around your girlfriend. 
“I need you to remember that, okay?” 
Alexia nodded in response and scooted herself closer to you, wanting to get one last thing of her chest. 
“I know I’ve been the one to ask you to keep this private but,” she interrupted herself when she fixed a small hair strand of yours that was laying across your middle part, shortly distracted as she pulled it back to the right side before smoothing over your hair with a smile. 
“But I want to make it public. If you’re okay with it, of course.” 
You thought it over for a moment. You knew what would await you if you two published that you were a couple. Fans infiltrating your comments, interrupting your privacy and the blissful little bubble you two had build around yourselves. But - also the ability to kiss Alexia after matches, to give her more than a short hug in public and to openly support her when you were once again bursting with pride at her achievements - being finally able to call her your girlfriend. So the answer was pretty clear. 
“I’m okay with it.” 
“Sí?” The bright smile on Alexia’s face was infectious as you nodded and then laughed when she pulled you onto her lap to hug you happily. 
You were laughing again the next morning when Alexia was preparing her instagram post, you securely sitting on her lap again with one of her muscular arms wrapped around you as she scrolled through countless pictures. She wanted to ensure that there was no doubt that you were dating her and only her, taking a lot of time to choose the best ones. 
At the end she settled on one singular picture. Ironically Alba had taken it. It showed the two of you kissing in a tight embrace. The caption was a simple: ‘con mi novia de 1 año’
You barely had time to look at the influx of comments, Alexia’s satisfied smile telling you that people had definitely gotten the - very loud and clear - message, before she suddenly grabbed you and rolled you two over. With a smirk on her face she hovered above you, one of her fingers slowly trailing over your neck towards your chest, pulling down the fabric of your top. 
“Time to celebrate mi amor.” 
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sully!family! x fem!daughter/sister!navi!reader
summary : Y/N and her family were forced to leave their home, and tensions rise as they continue their lives in a new place.
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“Give it back!” Y/N shouted, annoyed at her twin brother, Neteyam, for stealing her rider’s mask. “You are like a child.”
He dangled it above her head, “That is what we are, sister.” Y/N finally snatched it from him and immediately called for her Ikran, Belli’a. “Dad won’t be happy you’re going out at this time.”
“He doesn’t care about me anyway.” Was Y/N’s end statement before she dove off the home base and into the dark sky. Neteyam watched her until she was a speck in the air then ran to find his other siblings.
“Where is Y/N?” Lo’ak asked as soon as Neteyam found him in their family’s tent. Their parents looked at their eldest son and awaited his response. Neteyam contemplated lying to save his sister, or telling the truth to save himself.
“She flew off.” Neteyam gritted out through his teeth and regretted it. His parents were up and asking questions after Neteyam answered. “She didn’t say where, she just left.”
Jake and Neytiri disregarded him and called for their Ikrans. The two searched the area for their daughter with no luck of finding her. They began the search near the forbidden section, hometree, considering it was still releasing toxic gases from its burnt trunk. Neytiri spotted an Ikran on a canopy and swooped to see if it was Y/N’s. It was. She waved her arm to Jake, and he came down to his mate. They got off their Ikrans and trailed down the tree to the floor. Jake tracked her footprints to a part of the forest where a river was still flowing despite being blocked by big branches of hometree. They located Y/N in the water, but she was simply floating in it, arms and legs spread, face and mind cleared of any thoughts. The bioluminescent rocks under her made her seem as if she was a part of Ewya with her peaceful nature. But Jake and Neytiri didn’t care for that as of this moment.
“Y/N!” Jake stomped into the river and pulled his daughter up by her arm. Her startled eyes met his, and she tensed under his gaze. “What are you doing out here? Flying off?”
She attempted to take back her arm from his grip but to no avail. “I was just enjoying the freedom and peace.”
“That was your last moment of it for a long time because you’re grounded.” Jake fired back at her, and Y/N yanked her arm out of his hand.
“I am double grounded?” Y/N spat at the man in front of her.
“Yes, if that’s what it takes for you to not disobey direct orders.” Jake said with a venomous tone. Neytiri didn’t know whether to step in or let the two settle it, just them.
“This is ridiculous.” Y/N spoke and started walking the path to her Ikran. Jake quickly caught her wrist and turned her back to him.
“Don’t walk away when I am speaking to you. I am your father.” Jake seethed at his defiant daughter.
“You’re acting like an officer. I am not your soldier.” Y/N replied and shook him off once again. “Fathers don’t yell at their children for a small mistake. Fathers don’t make their children scared to talk to them. Fathers don’t want their children to fear them when they walk towards them.”
Jake softened his features and looked to Neytiri then back at Y/N. “Is that how you feel?”
“Obviously, or I wouldn’t have said it.” Y/N snapped and turned away from her parents prying eyes, wanting more information on her feelings.
“Why didn’t you say this before?” Neytiri finally got in the conversation and approached her daughter carefully.
“You didn’t care about my thoughts.” She pointed her sentence at her father. Jake glanced down in guilt and gazed back to the girl. “Also, I like to keep my grievances to myself.”
“That isn’t healthy.” Jake commented, and Neytiri shot him a warning look. “Y/N, I apologize if I have made you feel that way, and I don’t want you to be upset at me.”
“Too late.”
“He is trying.” Neytiri told her daughter, defending his apologies.
“Please, Y/N. We can come to a resolution.” His daughter glared into him, and he swallowed harshly at her cold eyes. “I see you, my daughter.”
“Fine.” Y/N relented with an unwavering stare at her father. “I accept your apology, father.” He inched closer to her, but she stepped back. Jake was hurt by that, but respected his daughters boundaries and just motioned for her to go back to the Ikrans. The three flew back home and were even silent when they entered the tent where the rest of the family was sitting.
Y/N didn’t acknowledge anyone and went straight for her bed in the corner and put her back to everyone. Jake stared at his daughter well in to the night, wondering where he first went wrong with her and how they ended up in this hostile relationship. Neytiri did the same, but comforted Jake more so as he spoke of his thoughts out loud to her after all the children were sleeping.
The next morning was an early one since the raid of the RDA’s supplies was that day. Y/N was up before any of her family and was sharpening her knife as her parents woke up along with Neteyam and Lo’ak. The five quietly collected their battle gear and walked out of the tent to let the two not going sleep. Y/N put on her chest armor and forearm cuffs then called for Belli’a and straddled her. She waited for the family to do the same before heading off to her post. Y/N was a lookout for the raid.
She stood on her Ikran as the train appeared from the distance and neared the Na’vi waiting in the forest. Y/N resumed looking at the sky for any RDA people to come flying in. Her bow was out and arrows were ready to fly if instructed. The train was close enough to where it would be great to set off the explosion so it wouldn’t wreck all the materials inside. Which is exactly what happened. Jake sent the signal and the tracks were blown up with the train railing into the dirt.
Y/N perceived an aircraft heading towards them and shot an arrow at the plane before telling her father of the intrusion of the sky people. Neytiri and her squad were on it immediately as soon as Y/N informed them. Y/N’s job was done, or so she thought before she witnessed her idiotic brothers landing on the battlefield.
“Idiots!” Y/N mumbled to herself then flew down to where they were to scold them. “Father definitely told you two to stay in the sky.”
Neteyam jumped at his twin sister’s voice erupting from behind him. “I only came down here because this moron came first.” He pointed to Lo’ak who was in the line of passing weapons.
Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled Lo’ak and Neteyam by their ears to their Ikrans with them complaining like children about how it hurt. “Go! Now! Before Dad sees.”
Jake saw his three children on the field and was on his way to them but a missile was dropped next to them and only Y/N was hit. Lo’ak and Neteyam had climbed their Ikrans already and were in the air before the bomb fell. Neteyam roared in horror for his sister as she got lost in the debris. Jake hurried to pull metal and dirt away from where he thinks she tumbled.
“Y/N!” Jake yelled. A cough was heard over a train door, and Jake ran to find his daughter on her back, holding her arm. He kneeled down to her and stroked the hair from her face. “Hey, hey, I am gonna get you up.” Jake hauled Y/N onto her feet to which she groaned at the soreness. He had an arm around her waist while Y/N’s head leaned against his bicep. “Stay awake, ok?”
“Dad!” Jake heard from above, and Neteyam was there hovering. “I can take her!”
Y/N was silent as Kiri chatted and bandaged her arm. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy what Kiri was saying, she just couldn’t focus when she knew her father was about to rip her a new one for being on battlefield. Her other arm held up her aching head as she hit it on a metal object out there as well.
“Y/N.” Her father barked from outside the tent. Y/N closed her eyes and prayed to Eywa before standing shakily and exiting the healing tent. “What was that out there? Why were you down there?” Neytiri was once again a neutral party to the side.
“My brothers were being idiots, and I was getting them out of the way.” Y/N tiredly explained. Jake clenched his jaw as he observed his injured daughter. Her face was busted from whatever it hit, and her arm now had a gash the length of his hand. “Can you yell at me tomorrow? I think I might pass out, and I don’t want that to be counted as disrespectful.” Neytiri led her daughter to her bed as Jake followed behind.
Neytiri brought Jake out a little away from their tent and said, “You are too hard on them, her.” She kept a space between them as he tried to reach out. “This isn’t a squad, it is a family.”
Jake’s eyes filled with unshed tears as he said, “She is hurt because of those knuckleheads. But she knows better than that.”
Neytiri shook her head and went to tend to Y/N who was calling for her. Jake rested on a rock and watched the Na’vi bustling around, organizing weapons and carrying conversations. He only stopped his lurking when Tuk came over and said he looked sad. He instantly smiled and said not anymore.
The next few days were a whirlwind for Y/N after her siblings were held captive in exchange for their father to traveling to the island, Awa’atlu. Y/N was still weak from her run in with train pieces so as her father pleaded with the leaders of the Metkayina clan, she rested her head on Neteyam, and he let her. Their Tsahik surrounded the Sully’s space and accused Lo’ak and Kiri of not being real Na’vi.
“Look, look. I was born of the sky people, and now I am Na’vi. All right?” Ronal narrowed her eyes. “You can adapt. We will adapt. Okay?” Jake declared and kept his children out of Ronal’s sight.
“My husband was Toruk Makto.” Neytiri established and inched toward Tonowari. “He led the clans to victory against the sky people.”
“This you call victory?” Ronal snarked. “Hiding among strangers? It seems Ewya has turned her back on you, Chosen One.” She directed that comment to Jake, and Neytiri growled at her. Ronal returned the gesture.
“I apologize for my mate.” Jake stepped between the women before a fight broke out.
Neytiri snapped, “Do not apologize for me.”
Jake gave her a pleading look as he said, “She’s flown a long way, and she’s exhausted.”
“Jake!” Neytiri hissed.
“Toruk Makto is a great war leader. All Na’vi people know this story. But we, Metkayina, are not at war. We cannot let you bring your war here.” Tonowari expressed to Jake.
Jake clicked his tongue before saying, “I am done with war. Ok? Just wanna keep my family safe.” Y/N shut her eyes completely, pure exhaustion taking over, and Neteyam held her up delicately. Neytiri glanced back at her hurt daughter and back to the Clan leaders.
Ronal followed to where Neytiri looked and her eyes eased a little. Her and Tonowari had a nonverbal conversation with their facial expressions and came to a conclusion.
“Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters for they do not know the sea. So they will be like babies taking their first breath. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.” Jake was relieved to hear of Tonowari’s decision and prodded his children to thank the man. “My son, Aonung, and daughter, Tsireya, will show your children what to do.” A boy popped out protesting, but Tonowari put his hand up to silence him. “It is decided.”
“Come, I will show you our village.” Tsireya joyfully led them through the nets and docks of the island. Neteyam eventually just had Y/N on his back since she was too tired to even walk. The family was taken down a woven path to a marui where they would live. She left after everyone was inside the hut.
“Okay, Sully’s fall in!” Jake said and gathered his children and wife in a circle. “Come on, take it in, let’s go.” Y/N was shaken awake by Neytiri, and Y/N laid on her mother as her father spoke, “I need you kids on your best behavior. I mean it. Learn fast, pull your weight. Don’t cause trouble. Got it?” Lo’ak was specifically targeted by that one so he nodded.
“I want to go home.” Tuk cried.
“Tuk, this is our home now.” Jake patted her back. “We’re gonna get through this. Only if we have each other’s backs.”
“What does your father always say?” Neytiri chimed.
“Sully’s stick together.” Their children blankly answered.
“Yes, that’s right. Now with a little more feeling.” Jake says and his children do it once more before he dismisses them. Y/N stayed in the marui because she was too sore/tired to get up more than she was. “Neytiri, I am going to learn as well. I will see you when I get back.” Jake placed a kiss on his mate’s forehead then left the hut to find Tonowari.
“Are you alright, my daughter?” Neytiri crawled to Y/N who laid on the floor in a ball. Neytiri put her hand upon Y/N’s head and soothed the knots in Y/N’s flowing hair.
“I’m fine. No need to worry.” Y/N whispered and held her eyes shut. Y/N’s headache was back and stronger than before, but she didn’t want her mother worrying and her father complaining. But Neytiri was smart enough to know her daughter’s signs.
Neytiri grabbed a cold leaf and put it to her daughter’s head, and Neytiri could see the relief it brought to Y/N’s body. The mother and daughter ended up snuggling and falling asleep on a blanket with Y/N’s head on Neytiri’s chest.
Jake returned to the marui, ready to tell his wife of the skimwing he managed to dive and fly with, but once he saw her and his eldest daughter cuddled, he couldn’t bare to wake them up and disturb their peace. So, he busied himself with making food for his family for dinner.
“You were so embarrassed!” Neteyam laughed out as he walked into the hut with Lo’ak and Tuk. Lo’ak shoved his brother into the wall and begrudgingly sat down next to his father who was raising his brows at the two’s conversation. Tuk giggled as well and scaled onto her father’s back.
“Where is Kiri?” Jake asked Neteyam, and hugged Tuk once he rearranged her to be on his lap. Lo’ak side glanced his brother as Neteyam thought of an appropriate response.
“Getting lessons from Aonung and Tsireya.”
“At eclipse?”
“Yes.” Neteyam shortly answered. Neytiri woke up after all the banging of wooden plates and bowls by Tuk who apologized as soon as she saw her mother and sister opening their eyes.
“What have you made, Ma Jake?” Neytiri got up and scooped Tuk into her arms. Y/N just rolled over and tried to fall asleep again. “Y/N, to the circle.” Y/N huffed and legged to plop next to Neteyam who gave her a soft smile.
“Just a stew from the fish I caught.” He replied and poured it evenly into the bowls. Kiri barged into the marui with an angry face and everyone knew not to interact and let her eat peacefully.
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Y/N, the next day, settled on the pale sand of the shore and kept a lazy eye on Kiri who was in the shallow water, searching for tiny creatures.
“What is she doing?” Y/N distantly heard and perked up to see Aonung, Roxto, and two other clan members standing on the shore, pointing at Kiri. “She is just looking at the sand.”
“Hey! Fish Brains! Leave her alone!” Y/N retorted to the annoying boys. Kiri got out of the water and gazed at her sister and the Metkayina, confused.
“What did you say?” Kiri innocently questioned.
“Are you some kind of freak?” Aonung snickered, and Y/N finally got off her back and pushed the clan leader’s son away. “Woah!”
“I said leave her alone! Now, back off!” Y/N reprimanded the boys and put Kiri behind her. They kept pulling and tugging on the girls that Y/N had enough and punched Aonung in the face. All commotion stopped and the four boys stared at her. “What? Never been punched?” Aonung kicked her to the ground and fired a punch into her nose. The other boys started dragging her limbs as Lo’ak and Neteyam appeared.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” Neteyam whacked Aonung off Y/N, and Lo’ak began fighting Roxto and the other two. Y/N was more bloodied and internally screamed once she realized her father was going to rip her to shreds once he saw her. The fight trickled out after awhile, and Kiri left long ago, not caring for such stupid activities. The three Sully siblings left looked to each other and accepted their fate as they made their way to the family marui.
“What were you thinking?” Jake yelled at his kids, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “What is the one thing I asked you to do?”
“Stay out of trouble. Listen, it was my fault.” Neteyam tried to ease the tension and take the blame.
“Neteyam, do not be daft. I threw the first punch.” Y/N defended her brothers, and Jake’s conflicted eyes met her unattached ones. “Triple ground me.”
Lo’ak jumped in, “I’ll go apologize.” He left and so did Neteyam, leaving Jake and Y/N to settle their staring contest.
“Why’d you do it?” Jake sighed.
“They were picking on Kiri and I.” She replied and held a hand to her face to stop the tears from falling. “I couldn’t just let them bully her.”
“Look, I know that, Y/N, but that was Tonowari’s son. He is higher up here. His father didn’t like to see his son beat up by the guest’s kids.” Jake reasoned with his daughter. A rogue tear escaped Y/N’s eye. “Oh, babygirl.” Jake embraced Y/N, and she finally didn’t resist him. “Is there more to this story?”
“I, just, I want to go home.” She meekly murmured into her dad’s shoulder. “I don’t belong here.” Jake clutched his daughter until she released him. “I have to apologize, too.”
——
Her and Aonung made up, but it fell apart just as quickly as she found out through Neteyam that Aonung took Lo’ak outside the reef and left him there. Now, there was a search party out for her younger brother, and she wasn’t even allowed to assist in the rescue by her father’s orders.
“I have the boy!” A warrior called as he swam on his Ilu up to the shore with Lo’ak behind him.
“Lo’ak!” Y/N shouted and ran to him and checked him for wounds, she found minimal damage, so she hugged him. He gratefully enveloped her. Neytiri and Jake appeared next to them and so did the clan leaders with Aonung and Tsireya at their sides.
“Is he hurt?” Tonowari worriedly asked the Na’vi girl.
“No, no he isn’t. No harm.” Jake spoke instead of Y/N, and she narrowed her eyes at her father. “Thank you for finding him.”
“My son has to own up to his mistakes.” Tonowari stopped Jake from taking his family away. “Aonung?”
“No, sir. It was my fault. I suggested for us to go beyond the reef. Aonung just wanted to please me.” Lo’ak said, stepping out of Y/N’s arms. Y/N sneered as she realized she was saving Aonung’s ass from being punished.
Tonowari and Ronal glared down at their son, “Is this true?” Ronal grunted.
“I’ll deal with this.” Jake pushed Lo’ak along, and Y/N trailed, not wanting Lo’ak to be alone. “Cause anymore trouble, and I’ll tie your tail into a knot, you read me?”
“Yes, sir. Lima, Charlie. Can I go now?” He didn’t really wait for a response and left his older siblings and his parents to watch as he departed.
“Where were you?” Neytiri scolded Neteyam, and Y/N stayed near him in comfort.
“Yeah, what happened to keeping an eye on your brother?” Jake continued, and Y/N could see the disappointment in her father’s face. She knew it all too well. Neteyam knew there was no escape, so he only nodded.
“It isn’t Neteyam’s responsibility to always be at Lo’ak’s side.” Y/N snarled, and her father snapped his head to her. “And he wasn’t there because he was helping Tuk with her Ilu.” Neteyam and Neytiri inhaled sharply from her defiant words.
Jake breathed through his nose, staring at the girl with an unknown look. He was trying to understand her. And it frustrated him when he couldn’t immediately because this was his little girl, and he was meant to know what she was thinking and what she wanted from him.
“I hear what you’re saying.” He quietly told her. She waited for the “but,” but it never came. “Lo’ak could’ve been hurt out there.”
“That doesn’t mean it is Neteyam’s fault, or job to be his nanny. If anything, it is Aonung’s blame.”
Jake clenched his hands and faltered, “Y/N, I understand. I do not want you angry with me.”
Neytiri dragged her eldest son away as Y/N and her Jake had a stare down. Neither were backing down, and Jake cursed internally at her stubbornness that definitely came from his genes. The only indication of breathing from either was the steady movement of their tails swishing in time with their chests.
“You make being your child difficult.” Y/N snapped. Jake clicked his tongue and looked up at the dark, twinkling sky. “Do you see that?”
“Yes.” Jake was increasingly preparing to give up on his daughter. Y/N shook her head after he didn’t elaborate or say anything else, so she began walking somewhere where he wouldn’t be. “Wait.” He caught up with her. “I need to guarantee safety for all my kids, and at times that means I have to be harsh.”
“That doesn’t justify you treating Neteyam, Lo’ak, and I like soldiers.” She retorted, but her cruel stare became softened as her father eyes glazed over. Jake suddenly sat on the sand and patted next to him for her to do the same. His daughter hesitated but did so.
“I had a twin.” Jake informed her and didn’t look at her. “Back on Earth. He was supposed to be the one to come here and explore.” Y/N could see where this was going and played with the sand. “He died before he could be sent here. I took his place because I had nothing else back on Earth.”
Jake finally stared at her. “I met your mother, she taught me the way of her, my, people, and then I was part of the Omatikaya clan. The sky people destroyed HomeTree, I tried to stop them. Your grandfather died, and your mother was heartbroken. She didn’t like for awhile.” He wistfully smiled as he thought back to those days. “But she accepted me again. And we defeated the sky people. And then I found out she was pregnant with Neteyam.” Y/N swallowed hard. “I didn’t know she would birth two babies that day, but when I saw you come into the light. I knew I would do anything to keep you safe.” Jake and Y/N met eyes. “I can’t let anything happen to you, or your siblings because I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“I see you.” Is all Y/N said.
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Ronal cried out the next day at the sight of her Tulkun floating dead in the ocean beside her calf. Once Jake saw who did this, he had to instruct Tonowari to tell the Tulkun to leave, so they wouldn’t be hunted, including his family not being hunted. Lo’ak had a thinking face, and that frightened Y/N. Soon, Lo’ak left the discussion area and ran to get his Ilu to find his Spirit Brother, Payakan, with Neteyam and Y/N hot on his trail.
“I have to tell Payakan. He is outcast.” Lo’ak unhooked the armor for his Ilu.
“Lo’ak!” Neteyam boomed. “I have to keep your skxawng ass here.” He snickered slightly as he said that.
“He is my brother, I have to tell him.” Neteyam had an angry expression as he got up in Lo’ak’s face.
“No, I am your brother.” Neteyam growled, and Y/N already knew Lo’ak’s plan as he pushed Neteyam away and jumped on his Ilu. Y/N immediately jumped into the water, and her Ilu got her and she told it to follow Lo’ak’s Ilu. She could hear others also coming, but Y/N focused on keeping Lo’ak out of danger.
The two arrived to Payakan around the same time. Lo’ak took notice of the tracker on Payakan that was the same at the one that was on Ronal’s Tulkun. “Help me!” Lo’ak yelled to his sister, and he started pulling at the tracker. She did too, and the others approached and grabbed at it.
“Call dad! Just go! Tell him where we are!” Neteyam struggled to say to Lo’ak through his tries of pulling the tracker off of Payakan. Y/N got onto her Ilu and put the rope from her Ilu’s harness onto the tracker.
“Go!” She commanded her Ilu, and it began trudging in the water, trying to move with the force of the tracker. Aonung and Neteyam set it loose, and Y/N was off into the sea, attempting to find a place to drop the device. She sensed something following her and found a crab-like vessel chasing her. She swerved the Ilu and dropped the tracker in the sand.
She narrowly avoided the vessel and found a place to lay low until her brother searched for her. But that idea fell through after she witnessed Tsireya, Tuk, and Lo’ak getting caught in the net.
She hurriedly tried to stop it from going out of the water, but she was too slow. Y/N looked to her left to find Kiri capturing another vessel in tendrils on some sort on a plant, ultimately saving herself, Roxto, and Aonung. Neteyam swam beside her as she thought of a way to discreetly get on the ship. Neteyam and Y/N communicated with opposing looks and made their move when Payakan shot up onto the ship. The twins jumped out of the water and scaled the ship to where their siblings and Tsireya were tied.
“Lo’ak needs saving from his big sister?” Y/N teased and cut his cuffs. He rolled his eyes as he smiled at her. “Tsireya, take Tuk.” The Metal girl nodded and led Tuk to the ocean with her.
“We need to get Spider!” Lo’ak pleaded with his older siblings who shared a weary glance. “Please, we can’t leave him!” Y/N stomped her foot in disagreement, but Neteyam knew what that meant and nodded to Lo’ak. So, the three scoured the ship for Spider and climbed the pipes above. They found him being escorted by sky people, and Neteyam knocked one out as Y/N dealt with the other one, kneeing his face and causing him to pass out. Lo’ak whooped with Spider as Neteyam pushed them along. Y/N snatched the gun from the ground and shot at the Avatars aiming their guns at them. She hit every single one in the heart.
“Go! In the water! Now!” Y/N shoved Spider, and he told the other two, and they listened. Y/N took a deep breath as more people shot at her area, and she was out of ammo with no bow either. She regained her mental strength and sprinted to the water. The Avatars took their chance and ruthlessly fired at the Na’vi girl. She felt it before she could locate it.
“Y/N! We did it!” Lo’ak happily exclaimed and fist bumped Spider. Y/N spat water from her mouth and held her side. Neteyam zeroed in on her and caught the way she was choking on something that wasn’t water.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Neteyam swam to her, and looked under to find the source of bleeding. “Lo’ak! She is bleeding!” Lo’ak swam over to them, and Tsireya got off her Ilu, so Neteyam could put Y/N on it ride to the rocks nearby. “Hold her up, Lo’ak!”
As they got to to rocks where their father waited, he opened his mouth in terror as his daughter was actively bleeding out. “Gently! Watch her head!” He bellowed to his sons as they set her on the rocky ground. “Y/N, babygirl, hey, hey, I need you to hang on. Neteyam, apply pressure on the wound!” He flipped her fragilely and saw there was an exit wound. “No! No! Ok, Y/N.”
“What is it?” Jake couldn’t answer his eldest son as he held his daughter’s pale blue face in his hands.
“I wanna go home.” Y/N sputtered to her dad. “Dad, I wanna go.” Y/N could see the hope draining from her father’s eyes as he nodded.
“We’re going home. I’ll take you home.” Jake reassured her. Neytiri arrived and screamed in out loud at the state of her child.
“No! Y/N! My sweet daughter! Eywa! Please, please! My baby!” Neytiri cradled her daughters’s head and arms. “No!”
“Mom, I,-“ The light in Y/N’s eyes vanished and her breathing ceased. Neytiri shrieked and cuddled her dead daughter closer, hoping her love and desperation would bring her back. Jake looked to the sky with tears falling, he couldn’t hear his own thoughts as his mate and Neteyam wailed and knelt over Y/N’s body.
“Where are your sisters?” Jake asked Lo’ak numbly. Lo’ak provided the answer and Jake gathered Neytiri and Spider before retrieving his daughters.
——
Jake, Neytiri, and Neteyam lowered Y/N into the bright, yellow tendrils in the sea and watched as Y/N was swallowed by them and laid to rest with the ocean floor. After her funeral, the three traveled to the Cove of the Ancestors to see Y/N.
Jake was transported to a memory of young Y/N shooting her first thanator without Jake’s help.
“Look, Dad, I did it!” She excitedly squealed, and Jake softly grinned at his little girl and a tear fell from his eye. “Why are you crying? Is it not dead?” His daughter turned around frantically, but Jake only laughed and spun her back to him.
He caressed her face as she was now the older version of herself, “I am just happy to see you.”
She have him an odd look, then older Neteyam appeared behind him, tearing up as well, “You two are acting strange, but I am happy to see you, too.” Neytiri was in the shadows watching with a faraway smile as her daughter was reunited with Jake and Neteyam. “Well, I have to go prepare the thanator, and get you carry it, loser.” The little Y/N was back and was saying that to Jake. He only laughed in the memory with Neteyam chuckling behind him, holding his hand to the bracelet she carved and made him that same day from the thanator teeth.
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na0koz · 3 months
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haikyuu boys meeting your family !
atsumu, kageyama, suna,
pre timeskip, female pronouns
atsumu is so scared. like he’s terrified. he’s convinced himself your parents won’t like him and they’re gonna force you to stop seeing him, but he won’t tell you that.
the plan was to go on your date in the city and then come home for dinner with your family; it can’t be that bad, right? wrong apparently. the whole journey home atsumu is pretty quiet, he’s trying to decide how to act while he fiddles with the bouquet wrapping that he insisted he buy for your mom. every time you ask if he’s okay, he just smiles at you and tells you he’s tired from walking around so much. once you guys get to your house atsumu’s gotten over the shaky nerves and he’s now onto the cocky, overconfident nerves, which is pretty close to his personality anyways. the whole time he’s complimenting your mom’s cooking, playing with your younger sibling and he was even humble about volleyball. you smile into your food when he says “ahh i’m not sure if i’m the best setter ‘round here” knowing full well that’s what he usually calls himself. he makes sure to thank your parents a lot.
after he goes home your parents tell you how nice he seems and how you did well. after you shut the door while he smiles and waves he lets out a huge breath, one he’s been holding all day. “they liked me,” he muttered to himself as he zips up his jacket and takes himself home.
kageyama is oddly relaxed. he declines hanging out with the team since he’s going to your house to properly meet your parents, which he says almost dismissively. a few minutes later he’s asking what the big deal is and how it’s “just meeting her parents?”; noya and tanaka and practically yelling in his face “dude. she’s like, totally in love with you if you get to meet her parents.”
he only realises how big of a deal it is when he notices how sweaty his palms are as he raises his hand to knock on your front door. he chews his lip while he waits for you and can suddenly only focus on your parents liking him. he’s snapped out of his thoughts when you open the door and pull him into a hug before you lead him into the lounge area to say hi. kageyama doesn’t really know how to talk about himself, you know that so you help him along by asking him questions like “don’t you have a game next week?” and prompting him to talk about the details. he’s also not very good at eye contact or even looking at people when he’s talking to them but at least he’s talking. while he’s helping you clean up he nervously asks if he did good so you take his hands and make sure to tell him just how well he did.
after he goes home your mom says “he’s cute” while you exclaim and punch her shoulder. he opens his phone and sees a bunch of texts on the team group chat asking how it went. he decides to tell his sister how it went before his friends.
suna is calm. he tells himself he’ll try not to be an asshole because who would want their daughter dating a sarcastic, snarky guy? he obviously loves you, but if your parents don’t like him then who is he to go against their wishes and keep seeing you? if they want him to leave you alone, he will.
he’s discreetly asking you stuff that will affect how he acts during the week before he’s scheduled to have dinner with you and your family. suna asking you which shirt you like better was new, so you were a little suspicious but you decided to ignore it. he did slip a couple times, he swore once and told a story with the details that parents don’t need to know left in, but he saved it well enough by saying he wasn’t part of it and it’s just something he heard from a classmate.
your mom seemed a liiitle apprehensive about suna but you did your best to tell her he was just nervous and he’s not a bad guy. he texted you later in the evening asking if he had fucked up, you told him he didn’t and how he heard your parents saying he seemed like he really cared about you. that lifted a little weight off his shoulder.
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kurogxrix · 1 year
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Fire Drill
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Dad!Ao’nung x Sully!reader
IN WHICH yours and Ao’nung’s son is killed during Quaritch’s attack, but your family is here to help you pick up the pieces.
WC: 3.3k
warnings: ANGST, grief of a son and a brother, death, violence and gory injuries.
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2 years. The little amount of time that you had been given before Quaritch and his team came to wreak havoc amongst your family once more. It seemed like your parents killing him once had not been enough, because his appearance made him look hungry for another death. Though you were all happy now, far away from the menace of his heavy ammo and the menacing gun that was slung upon his shoulder. 
The first few weeks of living within the Metkayina had been so hard for you and your family. Between Lo’ak and Kiri being treated far worse for having human features, and the hard time you and your mother were having with fitting in with their traditions. The Tsahik had not been any softer on you despite the mistreatment that your family already faced. She despised your family of ‘demons’ and probably your mother too because she was affiliated and had children with one. 
Your siblings and you had found comfort within the presence of the sweet Tsireya and Rotxo. Neteyam and yourself often found yourselves laughing quietly at your obviously in-love brother. Though you couldn’t make fun of him for too long, because you too had started developing something for the local Metkayina bully. 
Something about his arrogance just made him so annoying yet attractive. Maybe it was his confidence, or the way he would tease you unrelentingly. Nevertheless, you just couldn't let anyone know of your silly crush for now, because if it fell upon the ears of the future olo’eyktan, you knew that he’d never let you live it down. Weeks had passed and your interest towards the boy could only grow more and more as the days passed by.
Though now, only with the teasing remarks of your family. Neteyam was always known for the keen eye that your mother had passed down to him, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the longing stares that you would send the rude boy. Long story short, he told Lo’ak and your little brother and his humongous mouth just couldn’t keep shut. To say that your mother was disappointed in your choice of men was an understatement, but she had allowed herself to fall in love with the person that she had wanted, so why couldn’t you? 
Jake was…shocked to say the least. You had never audibly expressed your interest in any boy back at home, and here you were now. Though he knew that there was nothing that he could do to stop his 18 year old daughter from pursuing her heart's desires, because he had done so with Neytiri. 
Your sisters had a calmer approach about the subject, rather asking you about it during some private gossip session that you had with them. 
So after many months of hidden admiration spent, you still wondered how you had managed to end up under him in the middle of the forest behind their homes. Far from reach of everyone else, in the middle of the Metkayina mating grounds. His chests heaved up and down as he regained his breath, staring down at you with his stern lustful gaze. 
An accidental confession and two young adults on the run from prying eyes was all it took for the both of you to run off and bond before eywa, queues intertwined with the feeling of love running thick through both of your veins. You’d laugh at yourself months ago if you had told yourself that you even had a chance with Ao’nung, but here you were now, mated for the rest of your lives. 
The walk of shame felt rewarding in some way the next day, you had proved to Ronal and Tonowari that you feared them not, even if it meant being bonded to their son. Now you were all family, if they wanted it or not. Ao’nung and you had moved into your own private marui, and you were shoved into your mother’s loving embrace one last time as you packed your things and moved into your new home. Everything was perfect at first, a feast was soon established for the news of your mateship, and soon came another for the news of your bearing. 
A baby, conceived through the love that you both shared. The endless nights that you both spent hidden away from the rest of the world, tightly squeezed in each other’s embrace as you slept the night off. Many were unaccepting at first, a demon hybrid and their future olo’eyktan? How absurd. But soon everyone calmed down, and time passed faster than you would’ve liked it to. 
-
Fires spread throughout the whole village, heavy flames engulfing the beautiful village in its soaring arms. When you arrived back at shore, your heart was already void of all emotions. You felt as though it was bleeding, and the death of your brother felt like the knife that poked through the midst of it. You wanted it to burn with anger towards the sky people for taking your younger brother’s life, but you just couldn’t feel anything. 
The brother that you had watched being birthed, cleaned and placed wailing into your young arms had been violently taken before you. It was unfair, but he was in a better place now, away from the cruelty of this world. You couldn’t imagine how your parents felt, losing their first son before their very own eyes. How guilty your little brother must've felt for everything. Though you forced your sorrows away because you had a family of your own to attend to. 
Your son was still with his caretaker, and your mate probably had wounds that needed tending. Suddenly, the acrid scent of burning hit your nostrils, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. The fumes entered through your lungs like the much wanted air, and exited like the carbon that you would need to exhale. 
Your yellow eyes shone a warm amber colour as your eyes were strained amongst the fiery scene before you. The flames engulfed the stretching material of the maruis, spreading at an undying pace. You were frozen in your spot as you watched the fire turn your homes into remainders of what once was. Your mind raced as you imagined the worst of all scenarios. 
You flinched upon contact, elbowing hardly whoever had just grabbed you by the elbows. You turned around to meet their eyes, distress swirling in your very own. Ao’nung nearly fell back at your unwanted assault, huffing as you elbow left quite the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Not the good kind of feeling. He looked at you before reaching for you once more, though you were unresponsive to his touch. 
Once the smell of burning reached his nose, his attention was completely retracted from your frozen form. He suddenly urged forwards, grabbing your hand harshly into his as he ran towards the maruis. He ran faster than he had ever done, because there was a nagging feeling of fear lodged deep inside his heart. 
You could feel your heart physically stop as you arrived in front of your shared marui, the stretchy material of your home now falling apart under effect of the burning. What scared you the most was the silence. As much as it pains you to say, you would’ve rather heard the painful yells of your baby than the wavering silence. 
Without hesitation, Ao’nung entered the marui first. He had little to no reaction as a piece of burning material from the roof fell ungracefully over his arm, leaving a small and ugly mark behind. Him halting in his steps was enough to bring you back to life and rushing to the scene besides him.
Though the sight before you was what no mother would ever wish to see. The woman that was once protecting your son now laid lifeless besides the weaved crib that was made from dried sea plants. The smell of death was atrocious, and you had immediately known that she had not died due to the unfortunate fires. She had been murdered by those sky demons. 
You had no care nor time to turn her around to investigate her cause of death. Though you were happy that you didn’t see the violent wound that ran down her back, a long cut that passed from the top to the bottom of her spine. Her blood seeped to the floor and tainted the material, and you could only wish then that it wasn’t Aytan’s, your son. 
She was bare and open from the back for anyone to see if they dared to flip her around. You were glad that you didn’t need to, because the sight of her guts spilling all over your feet would’ve surely made you regurgitate your meal all over her mutilated body. 
Instead your eyes panned for painfully long on your son that laid still in his crib. Void of any movement or life, you felt as though now you would puke. 
His skin was cursed with burn marks that overtook nearly half of his body. He looked so miserable and even if he was still alive at the moment, you would wonder if saving him would do him any good. The once soft baby skin now looked roughy and flaky. 
He was still so small that he could barely fit into the two palms of his father’s hands, but he was big enough to fit perfectly in your smaller ones. 
Perfectly safe and healthy in his mothers embrace is where he should’ve been right now, not like this. 
You looked over to Ao’nung for some unreasoned confirmation that your son was truly dead, but he wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, his lifeless eyes hovered over the charred child that laid innocently in his crib. He couldn’t even make a move to grab the baby, because he was frozen in anguish.
You couldn’t even remember when you had started crying, or when your cries had turned into desperate sobs and prayers towards Eywa. You couldn’t even remember when Ao’nung’s family had found the both of you safe and sound into the marui that once called a home, now in shambles beneath your feet. All you remembered was grasping your son with all force that you had left and praying to the Great-Mother down on your knees, and the painful tears that rolled down your husband’s cheeks.
Though there weren’t more than 3 tears that he had shed, it was 3 too much. He wouldn’t have cried if those damned demons didn’t follow your family here, but yet there he was. He too couldn’t even remember when his mother had embraced him, but she had done so. 
There were so many things that the both of you had regretted not doing on that night. Like staying back to protect your son by yourselves. You both resented yourselves for the fact that the last time the both of you would ever hold him this way would be at his funeral, followed by your brother’s. 
-
Everything was quiet since that night, at least for you. It was too much loss for your fragile heart to comprehend all at once. Was your brother’s death not enough, have they had to take your innocent son’s life as well. Your poor son that had just been presented to the clan
You were scared. Scared of so many things that you could not control. You feared what Ao’nung thought of you, did he hate you for not being there with you son? Maybe if you were, you could’ve protected him unlike the incompetent babysitter that you had left him with. No, you shook your head from those nasty thoughts. It was wrong of you to think ill of that woman, she had been present with your son until her unfortunate death. 
Your fears turned into trepidation as your husband made his way towards you, a plate of fish in his wobbly hands. 
Ao’nung was so angry at many things. He was angry at himself for not being there with his son. He felt mad at the poor woman for not having the ability to protect his innocent son. Though most of all, he felt vexed at you for freezing up on that day. He told himself that perhaps if you had not taken so much time to snap back to your senses, your son would somehow still be here.
He knew that it was wrong of him to think like this, he knew that even if you had acted faster, his son would still be laying unresponsive at his return. He knew that feeling angry at his innocent wife was wrong, that none of this had to do with you being at fault. He hates himself for having these unwanted feelings and thoughts, and at times Ao’nung truly wishes that he could silence his subconscious. 
He hated himself for internally blaming you even after watching you drown in remorse. Even after watching you sob over your dead son’s frail body. And even though it had been hours since the funeral of your brother and son, your tears still ran freely on your delicate cheeks.
They stained your dark skin and they strained your eyes that could do nothing to stop the flow. Ao’nung felt his guilt triple in size as he sat next to you, your body instinctively shaking as he engulfed you in his warm embrace. For he had always been your pillar of reconfort and the person that you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable within. 
He hushed you gently as you sobbed into his arms, his heart shattering once more as you cried to him. You were unsoothable but he hadn’t complained once, instead he gave you the comfort that you seeked so much. You felt guilty too, because you were not the only person going through grief. Who would be there to comfort Ao’nung when you were crying in his embrace?
Though when you made your worries audible, he was quick to shut them down. He wanted to be strong for you, for his family and mostly for himself. He told you not to worry, that he was okay as long as you were and soon your insecurities of him hating you vanished through the soft breeze. Ao’nung didn’t hesitate to remind you of how strong your love was and that you’d both get through it.
You both slept with heavy hearts at night, unable to close your aching eyelids until they fell on their own with exhaustion. His arms never left your form and you slept with your head on his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his beating heart.
-
You felt jealous at first, heart black and full of envy as you watched young mothers with their children. Hell, even the older mothers made your heart clench with resentment. And though you knew it was selfish of you to despise mothers for simply existing, there was little that you could do to make the feeling go away. 
You couldn’t face the sight of the young children that trudged behind their mothers and soon it began affecting your Tsahik performances. How could you heal children and mothers and assist labourers when you couldn’t even stand the sight of them anymore. 
It was unfair, so unfair for everyone but you knew that it was the way that life went. You knew that you couldn’t keep on closing yourself off like this, that you had to be accepting of what had happened and face reality. 
So accepting was what you had done. Slowly by slowly, you have started rebuilding your life with the help of people around you. Your mother was the most understanding person, because she had lost so much already. She had lost her son just as you had, but she had never once reprimanded you for grieving. She had never forced you to speak up to her, she had never resented you for feeling the way you did.
You had learnt that it was not the end of the world, and that one day you’d be better, you’d all be better. Neteyam and Aytan’s death were not in vain, for the Great-Mother always had a plan for everyone. If it was her will, then so be it, there was nothing that you could do to undo what was done anyways. 
Tuk had been the sweetest girl during that moment, and it never failed to bring tears in your eyes at how understanding she was. She was so young and you were sad that a part of her youth was taken away from her because of this ongoing war. 
You could never thank your brother and father enough for being there for you despite the guilt that weighed them down, pushing so hard that they could only bear to stand on their knees.
Though solace could only work in both ways, and you were just as there for them as they were there for you. Aytan was just as much their family member as Neteyam was, and they were allowed to grieve the loss of your son as well. It took time for you all to find peace within this feeling of forfeiture, but you all knew that one day, things would be okay. 
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You watched as Ao’nung made his way towards his people, a prideful smile adorning his face as his gaze turned to you. His eyes were full of adoration as he stared at you, then to the little bundle of joy and baby fat that was lying comfortably in his arms. 
He stood before his people clad in his traditional clothes that were used during feasts and announcements of this type. 
The child in his arms stirred awake at the disturbance, whining slightly for her mother. The sound reached your ears and for a second you worried for your daughter, but you knew that nothing bad could happen to her as long as she was in her father’s arms. 
The child's stomachs growled loudly for a second and you had to bring your hand in front of your mouth to stifle your laughter. She had just been fed a few minutes before this and yet her hunger caught up to her once more. A trait that she had acquired from his father, you had to cook 3 times your own fish portion to properly feed his warrior’s stomach. 
Ura was a child that would soon grow to walk on clumsy legs, a child that was yours. Though a part of yourself was gone forever, tearing a piece of your heart along with it. You knew that the pain of losing your first child would never really go away, but you'd always have your family to help you get through it. You had a wonderful mate, that you relied your entire life within his hands, and a family that knows the ways past your heart. 
You watched as Ao’nung raised your 3 weeks old daughter into the air, her chubby little arms raising in amusement. The sound of her name pierced through your ears and soon the chants began to fill your heart with joy and pride. You couldn’t help the warm smile that overtook your features as you watched your daughter being presented to the entire clan, your family close behind you. 
Your mother held a hand over her chest, where her heart was. Her smile mirrored yours and the pride on her face could compete versus the one that she felt when you were the one being shown to her clan. Your father and siblings were close to her. Lo’ak now shone with new tribal tattoos, ones similar to yours as they dipped from his chin and all the way down his leg. 
His mateship with Tsireya was soon made public, and you felt a pang in your heart when you knew that you couldn’t tease him about it with Neteyam anymore. Though you swallowed your sorrows, feeling happy for your baby brother. Your sister in law stood besides your brother, her eyes glued to her newborn niece. A child that she knew that she just absolutely would spoil when she would learn to stand on her own feet. 
Perhaps things would get hard at times, and the reminiscences of your son would be permanent, but you had a loving family that would always help you fill the void. 
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The Sweetest Taboo part 8 - Trent Alexander-Arnold
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Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister
Summary:
The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, and angst
Word Count: 10.4 K
Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight
It was part of their daily routine for your parents to speak over the phone in the mornings. Your mum always wanted to know what was going on with the house, with you and Jobe and of course with your Dad. Your dad wasn’t the best with updates but he would never miss her call. 
“What about y/n? She’s doing okay with work?” your mum asked, not having heard anything about what you were up to from Mark. 
“Oh actually, y/n went to Liverpool this week so she’s not here,” Mark off handedly answered, as if that wasn’t important information. 
“She went to Liverpool?” she asked, not having been aware you planned to leave Birmingham. 
“Yeah she drove up there yesterday, she said she got there okay,” Mark continued, thinking that was enough explanation because that was the bulk of what he knew.  
“Who did she go with?” Denise inquired, hoping her husband actually knew and didn’t just let you go off to Liverpool with no further information. 
“By herself,” Mark made your mum sigh when he met the expectation of not knowing. 
“So she just randomly went to Liverpool alone?” Denise questioned the clearly strange situation that she presumed Mark didn’t question when you told him of these plans. 
“Well no, she said she was going to visit Trent - you know Trent right? Jude’s friend,” your dad remained simplistic about it. The added nugget of information almost made Denise’s eyes pop out of her head. 
“She went to see her boyfriend and you didn’t think to tell me about that?” Denise sat up surprised. 
“Is he her boyfriend? She didn’t say that - she said they were friends and she was going to visit him and Liverpool,” Mark shrugged, having believed it was a casual trip you went on. Denise rolled her eyes at his naivety. 
“Where is she staying?” Denise asked, hoping he at least knew that. 
“I don’t know but she’s good at planning, I’m sure she’s got it sorted,” he remarked and Denise sighed. All these years together and it still shocked her how blasé he could be. The problem was he trusted you too much. He always had it in his head that you were perfect from when you were a little girl to now at your adult age and therefore he didn’t question your moves. 
“So you don’t know where she is?” Denise pinched her nose bridge, trying to stay calm about it. 
“She's in Liverpool,” Mark stated the obvious. In his head, you were safe and you knew what you were doing. 
“Mark!” Denise snapped at his nonchalance. 
“What?” he questioned his wife’s outrage, he didn’t think it was a big deal.  
“Oh my days, you really saw our daughter leave the house to go all the way to Liverpool and you didn’t ask where she’s staying or who she’s with!?” Your mum ranted. 
“She doesn’t need me in her business and I thought she would tell you more if there was more,” he explained his innocence and heard Denise heavily sigh. “I’m sure she’s fine, she can handle herself,” Mark tried to reassure her. 
“I know that but it’s not an everyday thing and…well…She didn’t tell me,” Denise felt a bit left out and a touch jealous you told your dad and not her. She knew that obviously you would tell Mark because you lived with him but it felt a little purposeful that you didn’t tell her. She called all of the time, why hadn’t it come up? 
“Maybe it slipped her mind, besides she lives with me she couldn’t exactly disappear for a week and not tell me,” Mark tried to reassure her that him being informed wasn’t special, sensing the upset tone from his wife. 
“Yeah I guess that’s it,” Denise shrugged, trying to focus on that possibly rather than the fact you didn’t tell her. 
Jude came down ready to go to training and Denise got off the phone with Mark to drop your brother to training like she did everyday. Most of the drive she was thinking about you and your secret trip to Liverpool. She eventually decided to ask Jude if he knew and if it was only her in the dark. 
“Jude, did you know your sister was going to Liverpool this week?” Denise asked Jude in the middle of silence between them. The only noise in the car ride to training being Jude’s playlist over the radio. 
“What?” Jude asked, wondering if he really heard that. He lowered the music because he was sure he misheard. You and Liverpool in the same sentence? No way he heard that. 
“Y/n, your dad said she’s gone to Liverpool for the week - did you know?”  Denise asked again. 
“She’s in Liverpool right now? Like with Trent?” Jude asked in sustained disbelief despite hearing his mum clearly. 
“I presume so, your dad only really knows she went there and said she was going to visit Trent.” Denise explained what she knew as she drove. 
“No, I didn’t know she was going,” Jude sat in his seat fuming. Denise sighed, not liking the idea that you didn’t tell half your family you left town for a week. Jude was more concerned about the fact you were likely spending an entire week alone with Trent.  He hadn’t arrived yet, but he was ready for training to end because he was going to call you as soon as he got home. 
Trent woke up with your head on his chest and your arm wrapped around his middle, feeling most at peace. He gingerly put his arm around you to rub your bare back under the covers and kissed your satin covered head. He wished he could stay like this all day but he had to get the training. He so badly  didn’t want to leave you, that he thought about bringing you to work with him. 
“Baby,” he spoke to you, kissing your head once more and pulling you a bit closer to him. You didn’t move, you were sound asleep against his chest. He sighed and debated if it would really be so bad if he showed up late to training today. He laid his head on his pillow for a while longer, stroking your thigh that laid over him and keeping you close to him. He grabbed his phone from the side table and sighed at the time. He really needed to get out of bed if he wanted to make it to training on time. 
“Y/n,” he called for you, a little louder this time. You still didn’t stir so he turned his body to yours. The movement brought your naked chest to his and allowed him to roam his hand over your shoulder and down your back. “Baby,” he said again, pressing his lips to your forehead with his whisper. You wriggled a bit, a sign you were not fully asleep. He didn’t want to startle you so he pressed more soft kisses against your face; your forehead, over your shut eyes, the bridge of your nose, all in an attempt to gently wake you. You smiled as he continued to kiss on your skin, waking up to his touch. You were still sleepy but you tilted your face up a bit, pouting your lips to encourage him to kiss your lips. He smiled at your sleepy gesture and placed a few soft pecks to your lips. “I have to go to training,” he said between kisses which instantly made you frown. You shook your head no and pulled yourself closer to him by the arm you had around his body. Trent chuckled at your clinginess and hugged you back before repeating himself. He really did need to go - no matter how much he wanted to stay. You groaned about it and rolled onto your back, finally letting him go. Trent kissed your cheek and got out of bed, watching you as you cuddled the pillows instead of him and dozed back into sleep. He fought the urge to climb back in next to you and went to start his day instead. You on the other hand couldn’t stay awake, it had been a long day and night for you- you needed some recovery. 
Trent got ready for the day and came to sit on the bed perpendicular to your sleeping body once he was ready to go. He reached an arm out to you, caressing his thumb across your cheek before leaning in to kiss your lips. You woke to his touch, smiling when he pressed his lips to yours once more. 
“Stay,” you opened your eyes to see him as he pulled away. 
“I can’t, but I’ll be back later - I’ll come straight home,” he promised but you stil sighed in disappointment. You sat up, holding the cover to your chest under your arms to get closer to him. 
“I could make you breakfast,” you took one of his hands in two of yours. 
“I’ll eat at training, I ordered something for you though - it’ll be here soon,” he watched you play with his hand and flipped your hand in his, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. “Call me if you need anything okay,” he dropped your hand and leaned in to kiss your forehead. You nodded and laid back in the bed when he got up. He told you a couple more things like what the security code on the door was and to call him with what you wanted for lunch but you were not fully awake so you told him to just text you whatever he was saying. 
You fell back into a light sleep when Trent was gone, mostly just resting your eyes but the ring of your phone snapped you back into reality. You blindly picked up the phone and through one half open eye you saw Damion’s name on the screen. You groaned but answered the call. 
“Hello,” you put the phone to your ear, with your eyes closed again. 
“Where you at?” Damion abrasively asked into the phone. 
“In bed, why are you calling me?” you asked, rubbing your hand over your eye. 
“Because you messaged me some cryptic shit last night,” he brought up Trent’s message you’d long forgotten. You opened your eyes and looked at the chat with Damion to remind yourself what he was talking about. 
 Message my girl one more time and you’ll be hearing from me. 
You saw the message from your end of the message thread. It was followed by Damion asking a series of things like who are you? Wtf is this? y/n- answer me. You didn’t notice his replies last night because after Trent sent that and you got into bed with him the night went from comforting cuddles to him fucking you from behind like he had a point to prove. The kiss of his cock to your g-spot wiped your memory of this whole exchange so you were shocked to see it now. 
“Oh…I see,” you put the phone back to your ear. 
“What is that about? Are you with someone?” Damion put you under interrogation. You paused, thinking about what to say but Damion didn’t give you much time to think.  “Y/n answer me! Who are you with?” his tone got stronger. 
“Can you calm down, I’m barely awake right now,” you tried to cool the heat of the conversation. 
“Can you answer me,” he snapped back, his patience past thin. 
“Damion, you and I are not involved anymore - this conversation is unnecessary,” you tried to end the topic and also keep your cards to yourself. 
“Are you seeing someone or not?” he continued to ask, growing irritated by your avoidance.
“It’s none of your business,” 
“Are you trying to wind me up? I’ll come see you today - we can talk,” he announced his plan and you panicked. 
“I…that’s not possible,” your nervousness reared its head in your tone. You really  hoped he’d just give up at this point. You didn’t want to say more but he seemed to want to know more. 
“Why not? After work I’ll come pick you up and we’ll talk,” he unfortunately insisted. 
“I can’t Damion,” you said with more strength but no further explanation.
“Why not? You busy?” he questioned. 
“Yeah…yeah I’m busy,” you coyly answered, losing strength once more. He paused, noting the reservation in your tone. 
“You are seeing someone aren’t you?” he hit the nail on the head but you didn’t answer, “Who is it?” he pushed but you silently chewed your lip, “Where are you?” he asked again and you didn’t say anything. Your heart rate picked up and your skin started to feel cold. You had to get off of this call. 
“Damion, I have work to do - I have to go,” you switched gears and avoided all of his questions. “Bye,” you didn’t wait for him to respond, you instead immediately hung up the phone. You put the phone down and pulled a pillow over your head - screaming into it before taking it back off. You hated being pressured like that, you didn’t like situations you were not in control of. You shook away the pressure of Damion and got out of the bed, leaving your phone behind as you went into Trent’s en suite bathroom. 
You got the breakfast Trent got delivered - ate and then got ready for the day. You buried the Damion issue behind and focused on the day ahead. Damion messaged after your call asking you for the truth but you ignored it and archived the chat away from your sight. You couldn’t start your day stressed about him. 
Instead, you did some work while sitting in Trent’s bed until you got curious and started to explore the house. You didn’t want to be noisy in his belongings so you just toured the house. It was obvious he’d only recently moved - a lot of rooms were not really decorated. You looked about, opening the door to a guest room that was actually made up. You smiled to yourself, thinking about when he asked you if you wanted to stay in your own room. You guessed the bed was made up in case you said you would. You kept looking, opening another room you thought would suit a personal closet for you should you ever decide to move in. Sure that was jumping ahead but it was a really nice house. It had good bones. You made your way downstairs and stumbled upon his game room - it was probably the most decked out room you’d seen. Of course he would give this priority. You rolled your eyes a bit, but you knew how boys were so you didn’t let it get to you. Once he intended to make time for you, you were good. 
You went to the kitchen next, in search of a snack. You didn’t expect to find much, considering he lived alone but the fridge was pretty stocked. 
“Good on him,” you pulled out an apple and went back on your tour. The place was nice, simple with simple decor and a few misplaced items but nice. Most importantly - it didn’t look like it had a woman’s touch. 
You sat satisfied after your tour on the couch, eating your apple and enjoying your time alone in his place. You knew Trent was being dramatic when he mentioned it but playing pretend about living with him wasn't so bad at the moment. The sex was fantastic, the house was lovely, and he took care of you. It was dreamy. If things worked out you could see yourself here with him long term. 
You went back to work and as promised around lunch he messaged to ask if you wanted him to order food for you. You decided to cook, feeling in the mood to continue to play house. You put your work aside and went to his kitchen. You really got into it. You played music through his home audio system and danced around his kitchen while making a meal for yourself with something for him in case he was hungry when he came home. It was fun and it felt natural being in his space, cooking for him and waiting for him to come home. Your mind ran away while you cooked. You started to  think about what life with him would be like; if he’d want you to cook a lot, what he liked for dinner, what your baby would look like. 
You went off the rails when the thought of your babies came into mind.  How many? What would they look like? Would you have more boys or girls? What last name would you give them?   Bellingham-Alexander-Arnold felt like a lot. Maybe just Alexander-Arnold. You frowned thinking your name meant alot to you so you considered maybe Bellingham only, but then you thought Trent seemed like he’d want his babies to be Alexander-Arnolds. You shrugged, letting go of the frown; you could do Alexander-Arnold. Baby Alexander-Arnold - that’d be cute. You shook your head and refocused on your meal on the stove before you over cooked it. You were getting way too lost in playing house. You’d already created a whole family and started thinking that you two would need a food processor so you could be the ultimate mum and make homemade baby food. One day and you were already thinking about babies - you needed to calm down before the powers of the mind overpowered your birth control that was currently working over time. 
Later that day Trent messaged that he was leaving training and you quickly signed off the project you were working on and went to get ready for his arrival. You freshened up, fixed your hair, re-moisturised your body and slipped into a dainty floral pink lingerie set. The bra and panties had pink and white embroidered flowers against mesh fabric, giving a soft look. It was day time, you wanted to be the cute kind of sexy and you could never go wrong with pink.  You considered putting on clothes over it and keeping the set a surprise but you didn’t bother. You just went downstairs to warm up his food in your underwear. 
“Baby, I’m back!” Trent announced his arrival as he stepped through the door. You giggled and bounced out of the kitchen and into the hallway of the foyer to meet him. You saw him before he saw you,  he was putting his keys down by the door but when he looked up and saw you walking toward him in only the little pink set his face melted in astonishment. “Wow,” he breathed too low for you to hear. 
“Hi,” you bounced over to him, with a big smile on your face. You reached your arms out for him before you got all the way there and he took a step forward to meet your stride with his arms out. You dropped your arms over his shoulders and he put his around your waist, hugging you to him. “How was your day?” you asked, pulling your face out of the hug to look at him.
“Better now,” he kissed you without hesitation. You slipped into the rhythm of his kiss, and the sweet familiar taste of his cushion soft lips. He tightened his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him while keeping his mouth on yours. You pulled yourself closer to his face by your arms around his neck, deepening the needy kiss. Any closer and you’d become one person. He’d only been gone some of the day but it felt like years without his touch. You didn’t even know you were missing him this terribly. 
“You hungry?” you asked when you finally pulled away from the kiss but kept your arms around his neck. 
“You look so good,” Trent didn’t hear the words you said. He only saw your lips move. You laughed and dropped your arms from his body. He was slower to let go but when he did, he took a step back to really look at you. He silently asked himself how he got so lucky. 
“I made food for you,” you took his hand and pulled him to the kitchen. He was following but he was only watching you from behind on the way there, not paying attention to his path. “Hungry?” you asked again once you got into the kitchen, turning to him. 
“Huh?” he asked, his eyes late to look up. 
“Food, do you want food?” you laughed. 
“Uh yeah sure,” he gripped the counter and shifted himself to sit in one of the chairs at the counter. You got the food for him and put it out for him with the utensils. 
“Did I tell you how good you look?” He obviously and greedily looked you up and down. The head on his shoulders was empty. The head below was in charge and all he wanted to think and talk about was you. 
“Yes, thank you,” you leaned on the counter in front of him, giving him a view of your boobs pushing over the top of your floral bra. His fork almost dropped out of his hand at the view. “Eat,” you slapped the counter and snapped him back into himself. He nodded and tightened his grip on the fork. He really had to say his prayers tonight about you. He knew he was lucky, but coming home to you dressed so sexy with the sweetest smile on your face with food waiting for him - this was beyond fortune he could expect. 
You asked him about his day while he ate and he forced himself to focus on more than how good you looked. He found his words and humoured you with stories of the day. You’d have to google these men’s name’s later to get a visual of who he was talking about but it was fun to hear him talk. He got very animated between bites of his meal telling you about games they played in training and conversations the boys had at breakfast. When he was done eating you took the plate from him and put it in the sink. 
“I’ll wash it, come over here,” he stopped you from doing anymore. You looked back at him and smiled before following his instruction. 
“How was your day?” he asked while you walked over to him. He turned his chair to you, inviting you to come to him. 
“I played house,” you stepped between his legs. 
“Played house?” he raised his eyebrow at you. You nodded and turned your body against him, sitting on the very edge of his chair, resting your back against his chest and your cheek against his. “What did you do?” he rested his hand on your belly. 
“Well I did some work, I toured around the house a bit, I made us food…housewife stuff,” you put your own hand over his on top of your belly.
“Housewife stuff…is that what you want? To be my housewife,” he laced your fingers together and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I can give you that if you want,”  the soft scratch of his facial hair brushed your cheek and he put his free hand on your upper thigh. 
“I like my job,” you reminded him and yourself. He hummed and stroked your thigh. 
“And you’re very good at it,” he moved his hand over your panties. 
“I am,” you cooed as his warm hand brushed closer to your centre. 
“But if you wanted to stay home, I’d take care of you,” he pressed his finger between your slit and kissed your cheek once more. You sighed into his touch as he went from a light press to deeper circles over your pink panties. 
“I still have things I want to achieve,” you closed your eyes and spoke again to both him and yourself. You had to remind yourself of those goals because right now being his housewife was sounding fantastic. 
“I’ll support whatever you need,” he pushed your panties aside and pressed his fingers against your clit in smooth circles. You purred and dropped your head against his shoulder. “What do you need baby?” he put more pressure on your clit and moved his other hand up to cup your boob. 
“You,” you arched your back slightly against him, pushing your body into his hands. He slid his hand further down your panties and pressed the pads of fingers against your hole. You spread your legs further, begging him for more. You dipped his fingers in just enough to feel how wet you were from his teasing then worked them back up to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in precise circles until you were shuddering in his arms. 
He softly kissed your cheek when you settled from the high and pulled his hands from your panties. He slapped your thigh with his hand quickly and told you to get up. You sprung up too fast and almost stumbled on your unsteady feet but he steadied you with his arm around your middle and pulled you with him to his couch. He sat first and pulled you toward him, you straddled his waist and put his face in your hands, pausing from your intention to kiss him to take in his pretty face for a moment. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he turned his head to kiss the inside of your palm. 
“Because you’re so handsome,” he chuckled and put his hands on your lower hips. 
“I’m more than a pretty face,” he taunted. 
“I know,” you dropped one hand to slap his chest, “I like other things about you,” you rested both hands on his Liverpool training top. He raised his eyebrow at you, expecting a list. 
“I like your humour,” he met your point with an ‘uh-huh’, “I like how attentive you are,” he waved his hand for you to continue making you shake your head. “I like that you’ve got a wicked right foot,” you teased and he laughed. 
“Are you trying to be me girlfriend or me manager?” his thickened scouse accent made you laugh. 
“Depends…is girlfriend on the table?” you now raised your eyebrow at him. He laughed and moved his hands down to your ass. 
“For you? Yes, it’s definitely on the table,” he palmed your ass in his hands. 
“So…,” 
“Don’t worry about it,” he leaned forward and quickly pecked your lips, “When it’s the right time, it’ll happen,” he leaned back on the couch and continued to palm your ass. 
“And how will you know when the right time is?” you watched him, your head focused on that. 
“Don’t worry about it,” he leaned forward and kissed your skin, peppering along your neck while asking the impossible of you. 
“I worry, that’s what I do,” 
“Not with me,” he slapped your ass and leaned back once more with a smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes at his claim and slouched your shoulders. 
“Don’t be like that,” he took your hands off his tummy and put them around his shoulders. You sat pouting because you wanted to say he should ask you to be his girlfriend now but you didn’t want to beg for it. You also wanted to ask him when he intended to ask but again you didn’t want to beg for it so instead you kept quiet and moody. You hoped at least your visible frown would guilt him into giving you what you wanted. Instead of folding to your silent demand, he put his hands up your back and pulled you closer to him. He kissed your neck, up your face and then your lips. Your silent protest didn’t last long before you readily kissed him back when his lips were on yours. 
He won control of the situation quickly because now you were grinding your hips in his lap and kissing him as he played with your boobs in his hands under the fabric of your bra. 
“As much as you look so sexy in this, it needs to come off,” he pulled the straps off your bra and then unhooked it from your body. He threw it aside and put his hands on the band of your panties next, pushing them off your hips before you could blink. 
“Wait, you,” you tried to take his top off after he’d already pushed your panties off your hips. 
“Stop worrying,” he picked you up and put you to sit on the couch. You scrunched your face at his taunting comment, ready to snap back but he knelt to the ground and pulled your thighs to him and pushed them back against the couch before you could find the words. 
“Trent!” you gasp instead, digging your nails into his shoulder. He only chuckled and dove in between your legs, pressing your thighs further back and pressing his mouth into your pussy. Your body twitched and your tummy curled as he spread you open with his tongue, hitting the spot you should probably name after him, just right. You forgot anything you wanted to say because your head fogged and your eyes glazed over. Your body was in control, moreover - he was in control of your body and he had you quivering to release in no time. 
He sat and pulled you back on to his lap after that, shoving his pants down beneath you. You didn’t wait for instruction, you took him in your hand and slid your body down on him. He dropped his forehead on to your shoulder, restrained moans emanating from him and you rocked your hips with his cock buried inside of you. 
“You’re so tight,” he said into your shoulder before taking a breath and leaning back. He watched you on top of him for a moment, taking in your beauty and taking a mental picture of the moment before grabbing your hair in his hand, pulling it off your neck and latching his lips to your warm skin. He kissed and sucked on your skin, marking you on your neck whilst marking your ass with the slaps of his big broad hand. You twerking your ass on his cock, bouncing and circling your hips between the slaps of his hand.  He stopped slapping your ass only to grab your waist and fuck so hard into you, you both came with loud moans and groans of the other’s name. 
You rested your body against his chest after you came with him still inside. It took you a few minutes to catch your breath and find some strength before getting off and up. You left him to use the bathroom, grabbing only your panties off the floor on your way there. When you saw your reflection in the bathroom mirror - your hair tousled and a mark on a rather visible area of your neck reddening, you sighed. The sex was really good but damn if you two didn’t slow down your family’s going to think you were kidnapped and beaten whilst away. 
While you were gone your phone started to ring from the kitchen but Trent was too tired to get it and you couldn’t hear it. Shortly after the ringing on your phone ended, Trent’s phone started to ring in his joggers that were on the floor. He sighed, not wanting to be pulled out of his bubble right now but leaned forward and grabbed his pants off the floor anyway. He naively answered the phone on seeing Jude calling. 
“You with my sister?” Jude asked before Trent got his hello fully out. Trent sighed again, feeling his bubble of peace totally burst. He pulled his joggers up and sat back on the couch in preparation for the impending stressful conversation. 
“What are you on about Jude?” Trent tried to play dumb, he thought maybe he could get Jude off the topic. 
“My sister, is my sister with you?” Jude repeated himself, pacing in his room now that was back home from training. Trent stayed quiet, biting his lip, trying to think of a plan B.   “Mi hermana! Do I have to say it in Spanish for you?” Jude’s frustration dripped over the phone line. 
“Have you spoken to her?” Trent asked, delaying the truth. It was obvious to Trent that you wanted your location to be a secret from Jude because you didn’t tell him before you came. However, Trent, unlike you, didn’t think the secret would stay secret for long and as predicted the issue was clearly coming to a head. 
“No, I just called and she didn’t answer - are you with her?” as the repeated question left Jude’s lips and hit Trent’s ears you walked back into the room in only your panties, smiling at Trent - blissfully unaware. Yeah Trent was with you alright, but definitely not in a way he was about to tell Jude about. 
“Who is it?” you asked from a far, fortunately far enough to not be heard over the phone. Trent put a finger to his lips for you to be quiet which definitely made you question him but you chose silence and straddled him once more instead. You figured it wasn’t about you because he let you get close to him and rested his strong arm around your lower back. 
“Mum told me she’s in Liverpool so I’m sure she’s come to see you,” Jude revealed more without prompting in his haze. Trent sighed and decided to let him down easy. He initially didn’t want to say much but he clearly was not getting off of this call without an explanation. 
“Yeah she has,” he hoped Jude would calm down with the bland version of the truth. 
“And neither of you thought to tell me!? Why is she even there? What are you two doing - wait actually don’t tell me that,” Jude stopped himself when the obvious came to mind, “my sister Trent!” Jude complained with a groan. Now that it really settled with him that you and he were alone in Trent’s new house he felt sick. He remembered telling Trent that now he could have girls over in peace since he moved house but he never imagined the girl would be his sister! 
“You know about us already Jude,” Trent calmly reminded him. You were busy stroking his goatee while he talked but when you heard Jude’s name your eyes nearly fell out of your head at the mention.  
“I didn’t think it’d get this far,” Jude complained. At least Jude hoped it wouldn’t have gotten this far. 
“Trent give me the phone,” you hit his chest and demanded but he ignored you. 
“I told you I was serious about her, I meant that,” Trent spoke to Jude and ignored your request for the phone. He used his strength and picked you off his lap while standing up and leaving you on the couch. He started to walk away talking to Jude on the phone but you followed. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you about this trip but we’re adults Jude,” Trent continued to speak and speed walk through the house, running from you trailing him. 
“I know but this is weird, don’t you think it’s weird?” Jude asked through the phone. 
“It doesn’t have to be weird, we’re already like brothers now we’d just be …brothers in law,” Trent spoke and Jude groaned at the implication. 
“Brothers is cool, it’s calm, I rate you like that but brothers in law! That would mean you’re doing gross stuff with my big sister and that’s- ,” Jude dramatically made a retching sound to complete his statement. Trent almost laughed but he held it back and remained serious.  
“Give me the phone!” you mouthed to Trent still trying to get the phone from him but not wanting Jude to hear you and confirm your presence. 
“We’re not doing gross stuff,” Trent gently but firmly held your hand down that was grabbing for the phone. He looked at you silently quarrelling with him in only your panties and again almost laughed- between your dramatic panic beside him and Jude’s prattling on the phone he was finding it harder and harder to take you Bellingham siblings seriously. 
“You are! I swear on my life you better not be doing that shit you gave me advice about with my sister,” Jude almost vomited at the idea and Trent smirked. He was definitely doing things to you he advised young Jude on and more but he chose to be respectful and kept his mouth shut. 
 “Don’t worry about it - It’s just like before but instead of you me and Jobe, it’s you me y/n and Jobe,” Trent tried to make the situation palatable to Jude, make it sound like a friendship. Jude remained quiet for a moment and you bit Trent’s arm that was holding yours back. He looked at you like how a mother looks at a child about to be scolded for breaking a vase and you stood frozen. He tucked the phone under between his ear and shoulder, freeing both of his hands and swept you into his arms princess style in a swift motion. You gasp when your feet leave the floor and you used all your strength to  hold on to him as he carried you. 
“Fine, but don’t fuck this up,” Jude warned Trent after a moment’s thought. There unfortunately was not much he could do about you being in Liverpool from his position in Madrid. He hoped at least his threats would be enough to keep Trent in line when it came to his sister. 
“I won’t, I have to go Jude - we’ll talk,” Trent dropped you on the couch and hung up the phone. 
“What was that!” you sprung up on the couch to sit. 
“I should be asking you that,” he gestured to the bite mark on his forearm. 
“Why did Jude call? Does he know I’m here? What did he say?” you ignored Trent’s question and stood up in front of him. He laughed at the crazy in your eyes rather than taking you seriously. 
“Can you be serious right now and answer me!” you shrieked. 
“Baby, you’re topless in little pink panties while acting angry - how can I take you seriously right now?” he folded his arms against his bare chest with a big smile on his face. 
“Hmph,” you huffed and folded your arms across your chest, covering your boobs. He continued to laugh so you walked off to go up to his room - staunch on trying to prove a point. 
“Baby wait,” he lazily followed behind, still amused by your dramatics. You stormed into his room and grabbed a top out of your suitcase on the way to his bed. You shoved it on and sat cross legged in the middle of the bed with your arms crossed facing him watching you with a smile from the door. “How am I the bad guy here?” he chuckled and leaned on the door frame.  
“Because you didn’t give me the phone,” you pouted, “You knew it was Jude you should have let me handle it,” 
“He called me,” he shrugged, leaned off the door and moved toward you. 
“He’s my brother,” you kept your scowl. Trent slowly nodded at that and climbed on to the bed with you. “You should have let me deal with it,” you dropped your folded arms as he laid across the bed opposite you, propping himself up on his exposed arm. 
“He is, but you haven’t done a very good job at dealing with your brothers and dating me so I thought I should handle it,” He reached toward you and pushed the side of your top up. 
“That is not true, I’ve done fine,” you clenched your teeth, pulling your body away from his hand. 
“You didn’t even tell Jude you were here - did you think that would work?” he let go of you and leaned back on his elbow. You rolled your eyes at his dig on your methods. 
“He’s in Spain, he wouldn’t have known,” you shrugged, sticking by your plan. 
“Y/n, you’re smarter than that,” Trent titled his head at you. 
“Okay so…I hoped he wouldn’t find out,” you dropped your head, not wanting to face him and the judgement of your glaringly ludicrous plan.  Trent thought about continuing the topic but he didn’t want to make you feel worse. He’d been honest enough. 
“It’s okay…,” he reached out for you once more, putting his hand on your crossed legs. “I’m handling it and you don’t have to worry,” Trent promised. 
“I don’t see how I can not worry about this,” you frowned, folding your arms and looking at him once more. “It’s my family,”. 
“I know but it’s our relationship and the boys have an issue with me in your life so let me deal with them - man to man,” you almost rolled your eyes at his plan. 
“They are boys, my boys,” you reminded Trent. Man to man? What did Jude and Jobe know about man to man? 
“Y/n,” he gripped your leg beneath his hand and gave you a stern look that enforced his idea to handle it himself. 
“Fine, whatever,” you threw your hands up. “Just don’t fuck this up,” you pointed at him making him chuckled at your contentious agreement that mirrored Jude’s.  He took his hand off your leg and reached out for you once more. You remained stubborn and moved away from him. 
“Come here,” he sat up and grabbed you, pulling you to him. Your side was now pinned to his chest and you had to sit and take it as he kissed your temple, cheek and corner of your mouth. “Would you smile please,” he continued his kisses. 
“You’ve pissed me off,” you complained as he kissed your face.  He laughed and put his arm around the side of your waist furthest from him. He used its position to pull you to face him and brought you so close you were on his lap. 
“I only want to make life easy for you,” he kisses down your neck and to the spot he’d previously bruised. 
“Making me stressed about my brother is not helping,” you tried to not just give into his touch. 
“You won’t be stressed, I’m handling it,” he kissed back to your jaw and then pulled away to look at you, “I got you, that’s all you need to know,” his words cemented by the earnestness in his eyes. You did feel like he was serious and about more than just this issue with Jude and Jobe. He emitted a confidence that he would be able to fulfil that promise and it made you feel good. Of course you still had a little pit of unsettled discomfort in your tummy about your brother’s but you had to trust Trent. 
“Okay…fine, I won’t stress about it,” you put your arms around his shoulders. 
“Great,” he pulled you more on to his lap for you to properly straddle him. “Now can we talk about something else?” He swept your hair up in a ponytail in his hand and kissed your shoulder. 
“We can talk about you needing to learn not to fuck up my hair,” you swatted his hand and he laughed but didn’t let go. 
“I’ve not fucked it up, it’s so pretty,” he let go of your dischelved hair. You saw it after your fun downstairs - you knew he was chatting shit. You knew it would be you, the detangling comb and God before the day is over. 
“It’s not for touching,” you reminded him. 
“Not even a little?” he taunted you with mischief in his eyes. 
“No,” you put your hands on his chest. 
“Not even when I kiss you?” 
“No,”
“Not even when I fuck you,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes. 
“No!” you pushed him a little, only making him laugh, “Rules are rules - don’t touch my hair,” 
“Okay, fine,” he held up his hands but the mischief was still shining in his eyes. You doubted he was taking you seriously and he very much proved he wasn’t. He disobeyed you almost instantly. You fell into his spell as he kissed you and you two fell into eachother’s touch but soon he made a point of touching your hair while fucking you. He tangled his hands in it when you bobbed your head along his cock, guiding your head further down his length. He messaged your scalp and your cervix in synchrony when he fucked you in missionary and of course - of course he gripped your hair in a tight pony tail when he fucked you from behind until you came around him. You wished you had the energy to scold him after but when he held you to his chest, stroking the very hair on your head and placing soft kisses in the path his hand left over the crown of your head you forgot any words you could say. You just let him - you and the detangling comb could battle it out later. 
At your home your dad had just got in and was about to go into the house but the movement of a man he didn’t know stepping out of his car in front of your home stopped him. The man started to walk toward the house but your dad intervened. 
“Where are you going?” Your dad stopped him from going further. 
“Uh-,” Damion stopped in his tracks. He was so focused he hadn’t noticed your dad there before he spoke. Damion somewhat recognised him from photos but given this was your house, it was obvious he was your father. “Hi- I… is y/n home?” Damion asked, dropping his hard demeanour. 
“No she’s not,” your dad protectively folded his arms, “who are you?” He asked, looking over the man. 
“I’m Damion, y/n’s friend…I just wanted to talk to her,” Damion became more meek. 
“Never heard of you” Mark remained judgemental with his arms crossed. He knew most of your friends and Damion wasn’t one of them. He also didn’t think this boy was of interest to you if you were with Trent in Liverpool so his presence on your doorstep was rather questionable. In addition, Mark didn’t like the way this boy was storming into your house looking for you when Mark didn’t even know him. 
“Oh uh well we haven’t been friends for too long,” Damion repackaged what you two actually were into friendship. “Is she going to be home soon?” he persisted. You hadn’t answered any of his texts and it seemed you’d muted his calls but he needed to speak to you after the morning’s drama. 
“No she won’t, she’s not in town,” your dad’s eyes remained narrowed at Damion.
“Not in town? Where is she?” Damion snappily questioned, between the strange text seemingly from a man, your avoidant behaviour and now your dad saying you weren’t in town, Damion didn’t like what this puzzle was adding up to look like. 
“If she wanted you to know, I think she would have told you,” your dad kept that information to himself. He definitely didn’t like the look on Damion’s face when he mentioned you weren’t in town. Mark wasn’t the most intune with your personal life but given the behaviour of this man, he figured he wasn’t just a regular friend. Damion caught the disapproving attitude from your dad and decided to retreat. He didn’t want to make matters worse for himself. 
“Uh…okay, well if she comes around just let her know I stopped by,” Damion started to walk back to his car, “have a good day,” he said to your father and got back into his car. 
“These kids,” your dad shook his head and stepped into the house. 
“Hey,” Jobe greeted his dad with a brief look over the shoulder then returned to playing games on the television. 
“Do you know about some guy named Darion? Or was it Damion,” your dad tried to recall what the man said his name was. 
“Damion?” Jobe spun back around to his dad. 
“Yeah - a tall lad, he was just here looking for y/n,” Mark continued and Jobe shut off the game to get the information. 
“He was here?” Jobe pestered for more. 
“Yeah, he was just outside. He seemed rather bothered before I spotted him and he was asking for y/n, do you know him?” Mark explained. 
“Not really, but I know he and y/n used to talk,” Jobe revealed but as soon as he said it he silently hoped your dad wouldn’t tell you he said that because Jobe knew you’d be pissed. 
“Oh,” your dad nodded his head at confirmation of his presumption that this Damion man wasn’t just your friend. 
“But she’s with Trent now,” Jobe added, making a face of displeasure when he said that. 
“And I’m guessing this Damion guy isn’t happy about that,” Mark pondered, putting the puzzle together. He didn’t make a habit of intruding on your life - he waited for you to tell him things, so all of this was coming as a surprise. He wasn’t even sure what Trent really was to you and now there was this other man around. Mark just sighed and shook his head. He trusted you to make the right decisions. He didn’t want to get too involved. “Hopefully Trent is better for her, this Damion guy doesn’t seem too solid,” Mark commented. He knew Trent as a player and as his son’s friends - he thought he was a nice boy but he just had to hope he was also good to you. 
“I hope neither are and she could just come home and stay home,” Jobe complained, making his dad laugh. 
“She’s going to grow up,” Mark put both his hands on Jobe’s shoulders. “Like it or not,” he gave Jobe a shake off the shoulders and left the room. He knew that better than anyone. For as much as Jobe was attached to you as his big sister, you were your dad’s little girl first. He still struggled to swallow the pill you weren’t little anymore but he knew the truth. He made peace with it. Jobe wasn’t quite there so he grumbled about that and went back to his game. 
“I’m hungry,” you drew a line with your nail down the middle of Trent’s chest. 
“What do you want?” Trent asked, putting his phone he was scrolling on down. 
“I don’t know,” you shrugged and continued to draw lines up and down his bare chest. 
“Do you have any ideas about what you want?” Trent asked, and you shook your head no. He waited to see if you’d think of something before intervening. 
“I could make you a sandwich,” he ultimately offered. 
“I’d like that,” you immediately agreed. He smiled and tried not to laugh at your agreeability after just not knowing what you wanted. You just wanted him to get you something and he was fine with that. 
“Come on,” he sat up, forcing you up with him. You two threw on some clothes and went to the kitchen. He started to make the sandwich for you and you sat pretty at the kitchen island waiting. 
“What’s your favourite song right now? I’ll DJ,” you opened your phone and connected it to the house speaker. Trent chuckled at your enthusiasm and gave you a song to play. You bobbed your head and danced in your seat a bit as the music wrapped around the kitchen. “Why aren’t you dancing!” you judged his stiff body that stood over your sandwich prep.
“I’m cooking,” he complained and you rolled your eyes. You hopped out of your seat and went over to him. 
“Dance,” you instructed him, swinging your hips and trying to encourage him. 
“I’m not dancing,” he shook his head and remained focused.
“Trent please,” you whined and grabbed him from behind, trying to move his body. 
“No,” he was in between a laugh and a firm no. You put your hands on his hips and tried to move them yourself but he wouldn't budge. “Y/n, stop,” he playfully complained. He put down the knife and grabbed your hand, pulling you off the hold on his hips and putting you to the side of him. 
“You’re no fun,” you twirled around and kept dancing around the kitchen. 
“Not all of us are ballerina’s like you,” he poked your belly when you got closer. 
“I’m not doing ballet - it’s just fun, just move your body,” you encouraged him.
“I don’t dance,” he shook his head. 
“Fine, I’ll just dance on you,” you turned and pushed your ass against him and swayed your hips against his. He didn’t move, he only laughed. “Trent, come on!” You turned to him and put your arms around his shoulders. 
“You’re really cute, you know that?” He put one arm around your waist and tapped your ass before turning his body and attention to the sandwich he was making. 
“If I’m so cute, why don’t you dance with me?” you kissed his cheek, unable to resist the dimple sunken in with his smile. 
“I told you, I don’t dance,” he stretched his free hand to put the plate with the finished sandwich in front of the seat you were previously in. “Go eat,” he tapped your ass once more, gesturing with his head for you to go back to your seat. 
“Fine,” you groaned and let go of him. You really had nothing to complain about - you were being spoiled and had a great view of a very good looking boy in front of you but you still kept the dramatics high in your tone. “I’m going to get you dancing one of these days,” you warned him and took a bite of the sandwich. 
“How’s the sandwich?” he ignored your threat and smirked at you from his position leaning on the counter in front of you. 
“Really good actually,” you complimented him after swallowing, “you’re impressing me,” you smiled and he chuckled, leaning off of the counter and coming around to sit next to you. 
“I’ve got to make sure you want to visit again,” he sat in the chair beside you. 
“Oh I’m definitely coming back, you don’t have to worry about that,” you took another bite. He didn’t have to worry about you saying no. In fact you were already thinking about when you next could finesse your job to let you work solely at home for a couple weeks so you could stay with him for longer next time you visit. 
“Good to know,” he held your head with one hand and kissed the side of it before stroking his hand down your hair. “You really should do something about your hair though, it does look crazy,” he poked and you immediately slapped him. 
“Get off!” you moved your head to shove his hand off your hair. He laughed as you repeated for him to get off of you in outrage. He ignored your yelps and continued to stroke your curls that he tangled all evening into the night before finally setting you free. “Stop bothering me while I eat,” you complained and took another bite.
“You’re such a hot head,” he laughed and put his wicked hands on the table. 
“I’m not, you’re just annoying,” you rolled your eyes. 
“I thought I was impressing you,” he smirked, throwing your prior approval of him back in your face. 
“Clearly you can do both,” you took another bite and kept your face in a scowl. He remained amused, far from deterred by your show of attitude. He found it cute actually - seeing you get riled up when he poked fun. He would never truly want to upset you but a little banter couldn’t hurt. 
“I’ll help you with your hair later,” he proposed, trying to win back your smile but all he got was you looking at him like he suggested you two go to the moon right now. “What?” he asked of your loud silence. 
“You? Mr. cotton pillow cases are going to help me with my hair?” you put the half eaten sandwich down on the plate to really marinate with the ludicrousy he was suggesting. 
“I mean yeah - what? You think I can't?” he put up a bravado that he knew what he was doing. You scratched your neck and thought about how to let him down easy. 
“I mean…you could try,” you decided to not break his spirit. 
“I’ll help, just eat your sandwich and then we’ll go back upstairs and do it,” he spoke with confidence despite his extreme lack of expertise. You gave him a questioning look, but returned to your sandwich and left him with the hope he could manage detangling your hair before bed. 
When you did get back to his room you opted to do your hair in front of the bathroom mirror so you could see whatever madness Trent was going to get up to in your hair. You kept it simple, instructing him to just spray a small section with water and slowly brush from the bottom to the top. You gave him the good brush and clear instructions but when you left him to his own devices he could barely see his way. He hyper focused on the very edge of your hair after you emphasised to detangle from bottom to top but then he got frustrated and tried to rank through a much larger section from the middle. The brush caught in your hair and you yelped at the yank. 
“Sorry sorry,” he immediately apologised. 
“That section is too big Trent,” you returned to detangling your side. 
“But the other section was way too small, I’d never finish,” he complained, “how much hair am I supposed to be working with?” he asked in frustration. You looked at the frowning wrinkles on his forehead through the mirror and laughed. 
“Here, let me,” you sectioned the hair yourself and repeated the instructions for him. He looked at the section of hair in his hand with narrowed eyes, studying the deceptively tangled hair before getting back to work. In the end, you did most of the detangling because you did several sections while he could only get through two but he tried his best. You definitely were not going through an entire wash day at night so you just dried your hair a bit and started to braid your hair in two to sleep. Trent watched you do the first one and he asked to help with the second. You gave him a try toward the end and it took him many failed crisscrosses of your hair before he finally got it secure enough to stay. 
“Great job,” you cheered him on, looking at the finished braid in the mirror before you. It was obviously messier than the other side but it didn’t matter. He was proud of it and you were proud of him. “You did really well, you’re going to be a great dad someday,” you turned to face him with a smile. It rolled off your tongue but the complement hit him differently than he expected. The thought about helping you with his and your future little girl’s hair slapped him like a brick and he felt an overwhelming desire to have that experience with you. 
“Uh,” he had to clear his throat, “thanks, ready for bed?” he asked to distract himself from the direction of his imagination. 
“Yeah,” you slipped from in front of him and went into his room. You climbed into bed and grabbed your satin bonnet off the side table. He watched you settle into bed with your hair now covered in your signature pink bonnet, your face slathered in products he couldn’t name, your body clad in heart print pyjamas with the skin you had exposed glowing from whatever moisturiser made you smell so good and felt a content he hadn’t before in his body. 
“You okay?” you asked him, catching a spaced look on his face while he stood frozen in his place. 
“Uh, yeah,” he stuttered after a delayed response to your simple question. He turned the lights off and walked over to his side of the bed and got in with you quietly while his heart screamed with untapped emotions. You immediately attached yourself to him when he got into bed, tucking yourself into his side and resting your arm and leg across him. He breathed in your warm vanilla scented skin and kissed your satin covered head. 
He held you to him, keeping you close while his mind drifted to the images his heart conjured. Images of you getting ready in the bathroom, and of you dancing in the kitchen with the music almost too loud to hear you over flashed behind his closed eyes along with other sweet scenes of you living with him, until they shifted into dreamier scenes of you waddling around with his baby in your belly and eventually rocking your future angel in your arms. 
 “What are you thinking about?” you asked after noticing by the pace of the rise and fall of his chest beneath you he was still awake after some time of lying together. 
“Huh? Oh…uh just this weekend’s game,” he lied and pulled you an inch closer. He wasn’t thinking about the game but he didn’t want to seem too full on with the truth.
“You’ll do great,” you patted his chest and encouraged him, presuming he was worrying about it hence he couldn’t sleep. He thanked you and gave you a little squeeze in return. You didn’t ask anything further and you seemed to start to drift into sleep on his chest. He internally sighed in relief that you believed him and couldn’t see into his mind to know what he was really thinking about. He closed his eyes once more, this time with rest being the aim. He drifted into dreams mimicking his daydreams; scenes of the life he wanted with the girl in his arms. In wakefulness and in REM, you were everything to him and he just hoped what you two had was going to be a forever thing. 
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pairing ⤜ rafe cameron x fem!reader
word count ⤜ 2.0k
summary ⤜ distance makes the great grow fonder, and when it comes to you & rafe, distance keeps you both awake at night.
warnings ⤜ mentions of anxiety, insomnia
a/n ⤜ i was looking through old requests and randomly got this idea. hope you like it :)
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“And remember, separate rooms, you two.” Ward reminds you both, but his words are obviously directed at Rafe by the look he gave to his son.
“Yeah, yeah isn’t that Rose honking outside?”
“I’m serious, Rafe.” His expression softens slightly as Ward gives you a slight smile. “Keep this one out of trouble for me while I’m gone?”
“I’ll do my best, Mr. Cameron.”
Ward and Rose were headed to the Bahamas for their anniversary, and it took enough convincing for Ward to let you stay with Rafe as it was.
His reasoning being that Wheezie was impressionable at her age, and wanted to keep the rules clear for when her day would come. As if Ward had no experience in making exceptions for one child over another, but Rafe was never on the right side of things.
That said, Rafe always thought this was Ward’s way of exercising control over him. Ensuring he wouldn’t forget that he was bound to Ward’s rules as long as he lived in Ward’s house.
You didn’t mind it as much as Rafe did, trying to keep his spirits up, since you’d still be the first person he’d see in the morning and the last person he’d see at night.
“It’s a stupid rule, we’re both adults. But I appreciate you trying to be politically correct for my father.” Rafe mumbles, pressing his lips to the side of your forehead gently, your fingers intertwined as his arm draped around you.
“I don’t think your dad would be okay with me staying here at all if I wasn’t.”
“She’s right, son. It’s your responsibility to set a good example, your little sister watches your behavior more than you think.”
“I do not!” Wheezie shouts, rounding the corner into the room, likely having been eavesdropping on the other side of the wall.
“Either way, I won’t have any of my kids ‘playing house’ in here while I’m gone.”
Rafe fumes at this, feeling more defensive than usual towards his father since you’re sitting next to him.
“And what about Sarah? What do you think she’s doing at John B’s all night, huh?” He retorts, but is quickly silenced as you swat at his chest lightly.
“At least we know why you married Rose after 2 minutes.” Wheezie remarks, earning a proud chuckle from her brother from her audacious comment, and from the exasperation on his father’s face.
Ward shoots his daughter a look of warning, but ultimately brushes her off. “You’ll understand when you’re a father, Rafe.”
“Won’t be anytime soon at this rate.” Your boyfriend grumbles into your neck, and you wince, hoping his father didn’t hear it.
“I think that’s exactly his point, honey.” You whisper.
Ward scrambles around the first floor of the home, making sure he has the last of his things before leaving to meet Rose who is impatiently waiting in the car. “Alright now, you all be good, keep the house clean.”
“Bye, dad!” Wheezie shouts, already leaving the room now that the gossip has run out.
“You’ll be missed.” Rafe taunts sarcastically.
“Safe travels, Mr. Cameron!”
Much to Rafe’s dismay, you can’t find it in yourself to let Wheezie down & break the rules while Ward is away. Deep down, he can’t either. Not when your eyes are sparkling while looking into his, begging him into believing that you’ll make it worth his while.
He won’t let you get away that easily— he faux insults you, how you’re a goody two-shoes first and his girl second, but by the way he’s holding you bridal style in his arms, carrying you to the guest room, you can’t tell the difference.
He carefully gets you ready for bed, a process of small steps that feel natural to him.
Taking out your earrings for you, he knows how much you hate it when the earring backs poke you when you lay on the pillow wrong.
Doing your skincare routine— albeit he goes extra slow to really ‘massage’ the products in. You both know it’s all in the name of admiring you up close, while pressing soft kisses to your lips every so often.
He could never forget the step of fluffing the pillows just how you like them. Prior to your stay, he even bought the same pillows and sheets you have at home— switching out Rose’s poor taste in linens for something that would help you sleep far more comfortably.
The last and most important step; Kissing you goodnight a million times. The way your lip balm tastes makes the floor seem like a feasible option in his mind, but you’ll never let him.
Rafe is obviously stalling time before he has to leave you for the night, but as he would tell it, he’s just giving you something to dream about. After all, nothing less than royal treatment exists for his Y/n.
Rafe hated nights like these. His mind had a tendency to race at night, sometimes beyond the point of return. His only consolation being that you were near him, just a few doors down. Being left alone with his thoughts only made for long hours of tossing & turning.
His fingers itched to pick up his phone off the nightstand and call you; longing to hear your voice.
You always had a way of making him forget. Unbeknownst to you, whenever Rafe had times of anxiety, he’d ask you questions. Sometimes philosophical, sometimes funny, or sometimes recollections of stories that would lead you to ramble on and on.
And no matter what was happening in the world outside of the walls of Tannyhill, or what words were exchanged between him and Ward earlier that day, you must have some kind of magical powers with the way you make his worries disappear.
Nobody loved him like you did, and he made sure to show you he returned the sentiment tenfold.
Rafe didn’t know how long he’d been laying there, heavily fatigued but eyes wide open. The light of the moon created a soft glow in the room, shining on the photo of you both on his nightstand.
It was a picture from Midsummers, candidly taken by Wheezie. Natural, showing the two of you in your element of being irrefutably in love with one other. Nothing like the stuffy portraits hanging through the halls of his home.
His eyes flickered to the alarm clock sitting next to the picture frame. Rafe stared at the numbers, watching the time go by, knowing you’d probably be waking up before he gets any sleep at all.
He can’t pretend that he doesn’t know the remedy for this spell of insomnia; and she’s slumbering peacefully down the hall.
‘But the rules, Rafe…’, He can hear you reprimanding him even through his current state.
Rafe weighs the options, considering you’ll be too exhausted to put up a fight and kick him out of bed. And he knows under no circumstances, would you ever kick him out of bed.
Soft sounds of an owl perched in a nearby tree catch his attention from outside, breaking away from his dilemma and focusing on the balcony just outside his window.
Rafe’s too tired to think twice about his decisions right now, thoughts of you clouding his mind. All he can do is thank the universe that nobody is here to witness what he’s about to do.
You wished you had it in you to be rebellious in times like these. Compliments from everyone in Rafe’s life, most notably his family members, were not lost on you, as he’d even acknowledged himself that you inspire him to be better.
To be responsible, to have integrity, and as silly as it used to sound to him, they’re all of the things that he now believes will land him a place in heaven right next to you.
His arms holding you close just hours ago felt like a distant memory, and the coziness of the duvet couldn’t compare. The matching linens from your own room served as a nice touch, though.
You’d been in and out of sleep for the past few hours, and you wondered if Rafe was at least sleeping better than you were.
It could’ve been your surroundings. Hotels, sleepovers, anywhere that wasn’t your own bed had ever provided the same comfort.
Then again, the image of Rafe clad in nothing but plaid pajama pants felt pretty comforting, awakening the butterflies in your stomach at the thought.
When he kissed you goodnight like it was the last time, how could you think about anything else?
Those imaginations were cut abruptly short, hearing a thud on the balcony of the guest room you were occupying. Your heart skipped a beat, and you were about to abandon all of your intuitions about following Ward’s rules & wake Rafe immediately, if it wasn’t his unmistakable silhouette of a tall body & messy hair that made you sigh in relief.
You got up, the duvet still draping around your shoulders, before pulling the thin curtains back in a swift motion. Your suspicions were confirmed about Rafe being on the other side of the door.
He always found new ways to romance you beyond belief, but this was new.
“Hey, crazy. Do you always balcony hop in the middle of the night?”
“I’m only crazy for you, so don’t start.” He mutters sleepily, yet his natural wit is still sharp. Rafe’s hands instinctively snake around your waist & he presses his forehead to yours. “Haven’t done it since I was a kid. Used to get up to the roof and stargaze.”
“So, why tonight did you feel the need to break out of retirement?”
“Would you believe it if I said ‘no reason’?”
You giggle, kissing his neck chastely. “No.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Do you want me to sing you to sleep?”
He chuckles, followed by a soft sigh, almost feeling bad for interrupting precious time you could’ve spent sleeping. Not really feeling bad since he’s feeling peaceful once more, but feeling bad just a little bit. “It’s just one of those nights, baby.”
You kiss his cheek again tenderly in acknowledgment. Your eyes met his guiltily, knowing what he’s asking without asking it.
“You know we’re not supposed to share a bed.”
“Not even with a pillow wall between us?”
“You and I both know that won’t last a second.” Rafe smiles at you, admiring the way you know the other so well. “But he never said anything about sharing a balcony…”
You untangled yourself from his embrace, laying down on the daybed atop the balcony. You outstretch your arms for him, wiggling your fingers for emphasis.
He studies you patiently, wondering if he had the stars to thank for how perfect you were for him. He doesn’t waste anymore time in joining you, holding you close to him.
Your cheeks heat up at the realization that this was the Rafe you were dreaming about not long ago. He had a way of making you forget the rest of the world around you. A little ignorant bliss has never felt so good.
He lifts your chin with his index finger and thumb, kissing you again between looks of adoration. The look says a thousand words, leaving the best things unsaid as it often does with you two.
“Are you okay?”
Rafe feels his eyelids grow heavy, and for the first time all night, his mind is free and clear of affliction. “I am now.”
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With Eliza at school and Luke nervous about a little girl a thought came to me.
How would Eddie react when Eliza came home and I just talked about a boy giving her things, like a picture of them holding hands?
And Luke talking to reader, asking how her dad made her fall in love with him.
Obviously you don't have to do this if you don't want to.
I love you.
This request just seemed like the perfect one for @munson-blurbs and me to write for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy and that Cupid shoots all of you in your wonderful butts with an arrow 💘
Warnings: smut, oral, f receiving, male masturbation, pregnant!reader, older!eddie
Words: 2.6k
[As You Wish masterlist]
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Little Eliza Munson slides her glittery green Little Mermaid backpack off and sets it down on the coffee table in the living room. Her small Mary Janes had been kicked off near the front door and now she tucks her pink sock-clad feet beneath her as she unzips the bag. 
First out comes the folder that her homework is always secured safely inside. Keeping with the theme of Disney Princesses, a smiling Mulan stares up at Eliza as she opens the folder. Before she can get to her homework though, a drawing slips out and floats down onto the carpet next to her. Heaving a sigh and rolling her brown doe eyes in annoyance, she snaps the folder closed as Luke traipses into the room.
Drawings weren’t uncommon in the Munson household. In fact, there was probably a drawing from every member of the family hanging on the over-crowded fridge. But as Luke glimpsed this slightly crumpled paper next to his sister on the navy carpet, he knew he didn’t recognize the style—or lack thereof—from anyone in the house. 
“Liza, whatcha got?” he asks his sister. 
“A drawing from my boyfriend,” Eliza replies, nonchalantly. 
A loud bang and a murmured “shit” from the kitchen has Luke snorting in amusement at what was obviously their dad’s reaction to Eliza’s little announcement. 
“Oooh, Liza likes a boooooy!” Luke teases as he walks over towards her. He bends over to pick the drawing up, but Eliza snatches it and slams it down on the table in front of her before he can. 
The little girl wrinkles her nose in disgust. “Ew, no! I don’t like him. He’s always eating sand from the sandbox.”
Ryan pokes his head in from the kitchen, his mouth full of food like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Hey, Luke used to do that.” He strolls over to his siblings. Luke glares at his older brother as he continues speaking. “When did you finally stop? Last month, right?” Eliza giggles and it diverts Ryan’s attention back to her. “Then why is he your boyfriend if you don’t like him?” The oldest Munson sibling takes a seat down on the floor next to the little girl. He tilts his head as he inspects the drawing the boy made for her. Ryan is able to make out that it’s supposed to be Eliza holding someone’s hand—presumably the boy who drew it. The little hearts around their heads in reds, pinks, and purples add the final touch.
Eliza shrugs. “Cuz he said so.”
“Who said what?” Eddie asks as he comes into the living room. He’s caught wind of what’s going on from being just on the other side of the wall in the kitchen, but he doesn’t wanna come in ready to send this four-year-old boy with a crush on his daughter to Siberia. “Please don’t tell me you listened to Luke again. Didn’t you learn your lesson when we had to unglue those shoes from your feet?”
Luke throws his arms in the air. “Why am I being attacked like this today? You know what, I’m going to find the one person in this family who actually likes me.”
Ryan smirks to himself and can’t help adding, “Wormy Munson died when you were four, dude. He’s long gone.”
Luke flips him the bird as he walks out of the room. Eddie crouches down and looks over the drawing with Ryan when Luke returns with you in tow. 
“It’s them,” Luke says in a whiney voice, pointing to his older brother and father.
You sigh and shake your head as you rest your hand on your swollen belly. “Why are you all picking on my son?” You wrap your arms around Luke the best you can in your heavily pregnant state and press a kiss to the side of his head. “My little angel did nothing wrong.”
“Yeah,” Luke adds petulantly, and it transports you back to when he was five. Ryan rolls his eyes and Eddie lets out a bark of laughter. Even Eliza isn’t buying it. Luke pretends to recover from his ordeal and turns to the little girl. “Okay, Eliza,” he says to his sister, “tell Mom what you just told us.”
“My boyfriend drawed me a picture, but he’s gross and I don’t like him.”
“He’s only her boyfriend because he said he was,” Ryan tells you. 
“Honey,” you say with a soft sigh, “if you don’t like someone, you can say ‘no, thank you.’”
“And if he doesn’t listen, you can always hit him with the one-two.” Luke demonstrates by punching the air. 
Eddie shakes his head and waves his hands in front of him. “Absolutely not.” You breathe a sigh of relief that he’s putting an end to Luke’s bad advice until he says, “you gotta kick, too. Aim for the—”
“Okay, that’s enough violence for our four-year-old, thank you very much.” You waddle your way into the kitchen and open the cupboard to find one of the few boxes that haven’t been ravaged by teenage boys. “Who wants fruit snacks?”
“Not Liza’s boyfriend,” Ryan snickers. “He’s still full from all the sand.”
Luke looks at you for a moment but doesn’t speak until you’ve handed a pouch of fruit snacks to Eliza. “Was Dad your first boyfriend?”
Eddie wraps his arms around your growing middle. “No, but I was her last,” he teases, kissing your cheek with an exaggerated mwah!
The boys mirror each other with their grossed-out faces. Luke shakes it off though and playfully nudges his father out of the way with his shoulder.
“So then how did he make you fall in love with him instead of with another boy?” he asks. 
An instinct is telling you that there’s more behind this line of questioning than simple curiosity of your and Eddie’s relationship, but you know better than to pry in front of his siblings—or his dad, for that matter. 
Taking advantage of the others being occupied by the snack, you tug Luke towards the front of the living room and plop down on a couch with him. You’re facing him as much as you can with a seven-month pregnant belly, adjusting to a comfortable position.  
“So, what do you want to know?” you start off asking Luke, keeping your eagerness to a minimum. The last thing you want to do is scare him away by seeming too excited. 
“Well, like…” Luke looks down and picks at a loose thread on his sock. “What made you want to be with dad? Like, you were in college when you two met. There were all those college guys, but you wanted dad. Why? What did he do to…get your attention, I guess?”
Your memory flashes back to when you first met Eddie. It feels like you’re watching a mini movie in your brain about how the two of you ended up together, a reel that wouldn’t be allowed on cable TV. The story isn’t exactly something you want to tell your son, so you comb through to find the bits that can be given as advice. 
“What did he do to get my attention?” You shrug and shake your head. “There wasn’t something he specifically did that made me want to be with him. It was a bunch of things that make up who he is. The first thing that caught my attention though was seeing how great of a dad he is to you two boys. You guys just adored him, and he’d do anything for you. It melted my heart.”
Luke chews on his lower lip as he considers your words. “So, there wasn’t something that he…bought you or anything?” He scrunches up his nose in contemplation. 
“Luke,” you say with a kind chuckle. “You can’t buy someone’s affection.” When he stays silent, you decide to press your luck. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking?”
His cheeks go pink; it makes you think how bashfulness is an odd look on the boy who is seemingly unfazed by everything. 
“There’s, um, this girl at school. And I was gonna ask her to the Valentine’s dance, but I don’t wanna look like an idiot.”
You smile. Mystery solved. Honestly, you should have known that Luke would be experiencing these kinds of feelings sooner rather than later. “Part of liking someone is taking that risk,” you tell him. “Although I highly doubt you’ll look like an idiot.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs, not fully satisfied with that response. “I just don’t wanna do too much, but I also don’t wanna do too little.”
The gift question makes more sense now. Usually, Luke’s gift-giving was reserved for birthdays or bribery, but it looks like he was making an exception to the rule. 
“Well, maybe you could get her a rose? Just one, not a whole bouquet,” you suggest. “And then you can ask her to the dance.”
“You think that will work?” Luke asks, a nervous quiver in his voice. 
It breaks your heart to see him this anxious, and you wish you could make certain that his plan will be successful. 
“Since I don’t know this girl, all I can say is that it should work. And if it doesn’t, she’s not worth your time because she doesn’t realize how thoughtful and caring you are.” You think for a second and then add, “not to mention hilarious.”
“And devastatingly handsome,” he quips with a straight face, making you giggle.
“Of course, that too.”
Your youngest son stands up from the couch and presses a kiss to the top of your hair. Pregnancy hormones have you tearing up as you remember when you used to do that to him. 
“Thanks, Ma.”
Luke helps you off the couch and as you walk closer to the kitchen you can hear your husband and daughter conversing. 
Eddie stands in front of Eliza with a serious expression. “Now, what do we tell boys we don’t like when they like you?”
“No, thanks!”
“Right!” He offers her his hand, and she slaps him five. “And now what do we tell boys if you do like them?”
Eliza thinks for a moment before remembering the answer. “I got a tall Daddy and crazy big brothers.”
“That’s my girl!”
Luke walks past and chimes in. “Tell them one of your brothers went insane from scurvy. Like it seeped into his brain and turned him into a flesh-eating zombie.”
The little girl makes a grossed-out face, giggling when Eddie gently slaps him upside the head. As if wanting to join in, you feel a kick from within your belly. 
“You wanna know how I snagged this gorgeous lady?” Eddie puts an arm around you and looks at Luke. “Turned on the ol’ Munson charm. It’s irresistible.” 
The comment about his irresistible charm plays on a loop all evening. Once the kids go to bed, it’s time for you to see if you can whip up some charm of your own. 
While Eddie brushes his teeth, you strip down to nothing. Well, nothing but the necklace he gave you on the night you two first slept together. The night you’d finally felt him inside you after months of using your own fingers and pretending it was him. The night he promised to knock you up with his babies. 
Mission accomplished. 
He walks back into the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the pendant resting between your milk-filled breasts. 
“Jesus, baby.” He practically flies into bed and starts kissing you. His burgeoning erection presses against your thigh through his boxers. 
You tilt your head slightly, so he knows to move his lips to your neck. “Been thinkin’ about you, Eds. How good you treat me, how loved you make me feel…”
Eddie’s fingers find your clit and make precise circular motions. “Always gonna treat you good. Like my goddamn princess.” His mouth finds your collarbone. “The way you look when you’re pregnant…god damn.”
Smiling, you start to push yourself up, but he shakes his head. “I wanna spoil you tonight.” He positions himself between your thighs, licking a gentle stripe up your folds. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Here, see for yourself.” He leans over your stomach and kisses you so you can taste your own arousal on his tongue. 
“‘S all about you tonight,” Eddie promises. He lowers himself back down and buries his nose in your pubic hair. His tongue glides over your clit, softly at first, but gradually increases in pressure. 
“Mhm, y-yes. R-Right there,” you murmur, relishing in the build-up to the stimulation. 
Eddie’s hips rut against the mattress as he wraps his arms around your thighs to pull himself closer to you. The feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair has him surging towards painfully hard. 
The soft moans and whimpers that float from your sweet lips break Eddie’s resolve and he reaches down to wrap a hand around his aching cock. He strokes himself in time with the flicks of his tongue over your aroused clit. 
“Eddie…Eddie—oh!” You throw your head back against the pillows. A pleasant warmth grows within you and it has you arching your back, legs tightening around your husband’s head. 
“Gonna cum,” you whimper.
“That’s my girl,” Eddie says against your dripping, throbbing pussy. “Cum for me, princess.”
Sparks dance in your vision as your orgasm breaks over you. It makes its way throughout your body, curling into every corner until it feels the absolute euphoria that Eddie brought you. 
Trying to catch your breath, you watch with dark eyes as Eddie pushes himself up to his knees. You know what he wants, so you lay down as flat as you can so it’s easier for him to crawl over you. 
Eddie’s still fisting his cock, the tip angry and leaking precum. He manages to straddle your body and braces himself with one hand pressed on the mattress right beside your head. His other hand works over his cock until the rhythm becomes erratic—your husband’s telltale sign that he’s about to cum. You only encourage this by arching your back and presenting your enlarged breasts and rounded stomach to him. 
With one final growl, Eddie releases over your bare skin. You watch as the pearly white lines make patterns across your belly with each pump of his fist over his cock. There’s so much and you love it. 
Once he’s finally spent, Eddie collapses down on the bed next to you. You miss when he’d just fall down onto you after sex, but the growing in your womb has put a pin in that for the time being. 
Neither you nor Eddie want to clean his cum from your body, but Eddie grabs his boxers and takes his time in cleaning you. If he went over your nipples more than once or maybe give a tit a squeeze here and there, what of it?
After a few attempts, you manage to roll onto your side so you’re lying face to face with your husband. He leans in closer and gently presses his nose against yours. 
“You always make me feel so good,” you say softly.
Eddie smiles and it makes your heart kick up. That smile will never lose its magic. 
“The pleasure is all mine,” Eddie replies sleepily. 
You lean in the last few inches and press your lips against Eddie’s. 
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” you say.
“It’s not Valentine's Day yet,” Eddie says with a soft chuckle. 
“True,” you say as you curl up into his chest. “But I don’t need that day to tell you and show you how much I love you.”
“You’re right, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re my Valentine every day.” 
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