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hysteria-things · 3 months

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can u do a story of like chris sturnolio being a dad ??

UNEXPECTED TURNS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at first, you were devastated to find out that you were pregnant at this age. now, realization hits and turns out it’s not so bad for not only you; but chris too.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFFY, angst in the beginning, flashbacks, panic attack

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 760

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A REQUEST LIKE THIS I FIND THESE SO CUTE!

was gonna save this for another day but i’m too impatient LMAO

i’m trying to get through my inbox so there should be lots to come! hope you like it anon :)

*flashback*

‘pregnant’

you read the word at least ten times on the test in your violently shaking hand.

a sob leaves your throat as you tremble. “no.” you choke out.

you try your best to grab your phone and text chris, your boyfriend. you need him here, and you need him here now.

“y/n?” his voice echoes through the house. you steadied your breathing, but you’re still a trembling and crying mess on the bathroom floor.

you hear footsteps coming up the steps. “y/n?” he calls out again.

he runs over to the bathroom door and opens it. the panic shoots through your body again when you see him, and you breathe heavily. “i’m sorry.” you say between sobs.

chris worries all over his face. he kneels to you to take your shaky hands in his. “sorry about what? oh my god, what happened?”

you point to the counter where the test is. he knits his eyebrows together and grabs it off the countertop. he scans over it for a few beats before looking into your crying eyes.

he sets the test down, taking his thumbs and trying his best to rub as many tears away. “i’m sorry.” you repeat.

he brings your head into his chest and tries to shush you. “you have nothing to be sorry about.”

he rubs up and down your body in a soothing motion, whispering in your ear. he rocks you from side to side.

his chin is resting on top of your head. “i’m with you on whatever decision you make. you know that right?” he tells you, kissing your head.

you nod. your ear is on his heartbeat, which is strangely calm. you close your eyes to focus on the rhythm, your breathing steadying along with it.

*9 months later*

tears of joy leave your eyes when the doctor carefully places your daughter in your arms. chris held onto your hand tight the whole birth. he rests his forehead on yours and kisses your nose, then the top of your little girl’s head.

“thank you for giving her to me.” you smile at chris.

“are you kidding? you’re the one that went through hell for nine months.” you and him both chuckle. “you’re a warrior, y/n. don’t ever forget that.”

holding your child for the first time is a different type of love. you never want to let them go.

despite both of you being 20, you know you guys can be the best parents to your baby girl.

*now*

chris sighs when he hears your one-year-old in the pack-and-play he set up in the living room. she’s been crying nonstop.

he gets up from the couch and walks over, leaning to get a better view of her. “what is it, little miss?” he says, reaching into the pack-and-play to pick her up.

she stops her crying to look at her father for a split second, but then goes back to the tantrum. “ma-ma.” she cries.

“your mama is taking a nap. she needs to rest.”

that only makes sadie cry harder, and chris tuts. “let’s take a look outside.”

you guys bought a house during your pregnancy, still close to his and your family. it came with a beautiful backyard.

ever since sadie was born, she has been so fascinated by looking outside. it always worked to calm down her little outbursts.

chris turns so his back is facing the glass door. her head rests on his shoulder as she looks at the summer greenery and flowers. her crying immediately stops, and now she’s doing rapid sniffles.

he rubs her back in a soothing circular motion and rocks from side to side. “i don’t like when you’re this upset, little miss. everything’s okay, i promise.”

her cheek rests on his shoulder, her breathing going back to normal.

when it seems to be a little too quiet, he peeks to look at her face, seeing sadie holding on tight to his arm and sleeping peacefully.

he rolls his eyes but smiles. “so dramatic.” he mumbles. “i wonder who you get it from.”

chris walks the sleeping infant into her nursery to set her down in the crib. before doing so, he kissed her on the cheek.

he stays there to admire what’s in front of him. she most definitely has your face and hair, but she has his blue eyes.

this was not a part of the plan in your relationship; at least not this soon. however, you guys wouldn’t want it any other way.

and that’s the beauty of unexpected turns.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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mina-saiyat · 4 months

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Happy Birthday, Daddy (Tzuyu)

A/N: A little ss for Tzuyu's stockings, I wrote it because she posts it on my birthday, so I guess this is the birthday present she gave me this year lol. Enjoy.

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You slowly awaked by the pain on your arms, feeling the warmth surrounding you, you can’t hold your smile, two beauties have given you a fantastic night for your birthday. You never imagined that you don’t even need to convince them to sleep with you together, Mina and Jihyo have prepared for you. Your hand rubbing their back, feeling the smoothness of their pure skin, your morning boner seems raise again in Mina’s pussy.

‘Boss… No… let me take a rest…’ Mina slurs her words even in her dream, you shake your head resignedly, you are fucking them too rough last night, but can you find a men who can control himself when he is keep seducing by these little evils? You uncover the blanket, witness what you have done last night, handprints and bruises are all over their tits, ass and thighs. Their nipples are swelled and surrounded by your hickeys.

You carefully retreated from their hug and leave the bed, you are going to the office after your birthday leave. Seeing Dahyun and Chaeyoung sitting in the dining room, you pretend nothing has happened and take your seat. However, Chaeyoung is not gonna giving up this chance. ‘Oppa, I can hear Mina eonni moaning all night long.’

‘Do you wanna try tonight? You know I gonna break you until you are torn.’ You not gonna let Chaeyoung take any advantage of you. ‘Well, Dahyun eooni would help me too. We will drain you, Oppa.’ All you can see next is Dahyun is red like an apple, seducing you to get a taste of it.

‘If you still wanna walk tomorrow, you better shut up now, Chae.’ Your hand mounts on her meaty thigh, squeezing it hardly until you hear she moans like a cat. ‘If you are performing well, then you may get what you want.’ You whispers to her ear, not letting Dahyun hear what you say. ‘Try to learn from Dahyun, be a good girl, ok?’ You quickly finish your breakfast and leave for work. Sana has been sent away to oversea these days, you need to monitor the staffs as you are the only seniors at the Myoui’s if Mina is not coming today.

It seems to be another normal day but everyone congrats you when you walk through the long corridor, perhaps they know why the CEO is not here today, but none of them have the courage to make fun of it. If anyone has insulted your fiancé, they are goona have some real bad consequences.

‘Daddy! Happy birthday!’ The moment you opened the door of your office, you are surprised by the jump scare of your dear daughter Tzuyu. You would not expect anyone here when Sana and Mina are both absent.

Tzuyu hugs you with her warm body, you can feel her curve smoothing around you. The cut right on her chest allows you to peek her cleavage, the stockings perfectly wrapping her legs, showing how meaty they are. ‘Sana mommy said you love stockings, so I wear it for your birthday.’

Your hand automatically reaches her ass, the roundness of her bottom half always makes you addicted. ‘Daddy, mummy Sana and Mina is not here today. Let Tzuyu celebrate your birthday with you… Ah…’ You could not wait this little smut finishing, your morning load of today has not been released yet. You immediately put her on your table and start playing her body.

‘Let me serve you, daddy. It’s your birthday… umm…’ Tzuyu slowly turning her head, allow you to kiss her neck more easily. The red on her face hints how enjoy she is. One of your hands has go under her sweater and playing with her tits, feeling how much it has grow after massaging by you everyday. Your another hand still mounting on her thigh, feeling her stockings and the thigh you like the most. ‘Baby, you are serving me everyday, lets try something new today. Let daddy take the lead, baby.’ You kiss her before removing her sweater, her pairs of tits pops out like a rabbit, the cherries on top is erected already, seducing you to get a taste of it.

‘Umm… daddy… you are so horny today… Mummy Mina did not satisfy you last night?’ Tzuyu hugging your head towards her chest, fixing your lips on her nipple. Her hand has already remove your trousers, rubbing your cock with her stockings.

The pleasure of her stockings rubbing your tips is too hard to resist, your can’t hold your moan even you are keep tickling her nipple with your tongue. ‘Baby, I want to fuck you now.’ You kiss her nipples before pushing her down on the table again. With a slap on her ass, she turns around and bending herself on the table, being a loyal slut for you, she always know what you want.

‘Daddy, please give it to me. Your baby girl wants your cock to fill her slutty cunt.’ Tzuyu shakes her ass hardly, not forgetting to give you a wink at the same time. ‘How can I reject my baby girl?’ You slowly approaching her, using your cock to slap her ass. ‘Is that your mummy teach you to be a slut. Huh?’

‘No, daddy. I am the cheapest whore in the world, just punish me please, daddy. I want you, you like to hear it right?’ Tzuyu’s evil whispers takes over your mind, you stop teasing and directly push your cock inside with a swing motion.

‘Oh…’ ‘Ughh…’Both of you release a satisfied moan when you penetrate her, her pussy is always so wet for you, you don’t need another other lubrication. The suction from her womb gives you no time of preparation, you instantly moving your hips in and out, not giving time for Tzuyu to adjust herself.

‘Ahhh… daddy… you are so big…’ Tzuyu seems finally relived from the desire, although she still objecting you verbally, her hands grabs the edge of your table to keep her balance. You fuck her so hard from the beginning, even the table seems to be moving with your thrust.’

‘Tzuyu ah… wear stockings more often… Daddy loves to fuck you in stocking.’ Your free hand still playing around her thigh and ass, feeling how elastic her bottom is. ‘Daddy, ah… I will do anything for you.’

‘Look how wet you are, Tzuyu. My jeans are covered in your juices. You are such a slut, eagering for daddy’s cock.’ You keep thrusting hard, the pleasure is taking over your body. ‘Daddy, don’t say like this…’ Sana push the desks so she could rise her upper body. ‘I am becoming a slut because of you, daddy. Just fuck me harder… Ummm… Break your Tzuyu!’

Hearing your groan, Tzuyu knows how excited you are, she grabs the desk harder and clamp your cock with her walls. ‘Oh yes… right there… Harder Tzuyu. Daddy feeling so good…’ The bite from Tzuyu hits your sensitive spot, your nearly cum from her little trick. ‘You really know how to bite, let daddy treats you more.’ You pull her long hair from behind and fuck her even harder, just like a male dog seeking it’s orgasm eagerly.

‘Ahhh… Daddy. I am going to cum…’ The harder Tzuyu clamps your cock, the harder your cock gets, just like a chain reaction pushing Tzuyu to her edge. ‘Daddy is near to cum too, wait for me… Tzuyu.’ You slap her ass again and fuck her deep with your every thrust, focusing the sensation on your own cock.

However, Tzuyu stills cum ahead of you, following by juices splash on your cock, she reaches her orgasm. Her whole body cannot stop from jerking. ‘Oh… Daddy… I feel so good…’ You slowly withdraw your still harden shaft from her body, admiring her nectar keep leaking out from her clits.

You get Tzuyu in your arms and sit on your chair, feeling the warm of her body. ‘You haven’t cum yet, daddy?’ Tzuyu opens her eyes and asks shyly. Her red lips seducing you, you give her a kiss with tongue while playing with her breasts at the same time. ‘Daddy wanna have more fun with you, do you like it?’

‘But I want your cum, daddy. I want you to fill me with your cum…’ Tzuyu acts innocence again as she knows you can’t resist her when she acts cute. Her soft hand grabs your cock and start stroking again, seducing you to release your desire. ‘If my baby is ready for the new round… Then daddy will give what she wants.’ You push Tzuyu on the desk before you finish, catching her off guard, making her scream. ‘Ahh! Daddy.’

You put her legs on your shoulder, not wanting to waste anytime on the foreplay as it’s the second round. You thrust like firing a cannon, directly reaching the deepest part of her pussy, making her moan painfully. ‘Daddy… be gentle… ugh…’

You ignore her begging and keep thrusting, only adjust your position slightly, so you can thrust your hips more easily. The faster you move, the louder Tzuyu moans. Your hands mount on Tzuyu’s tits again, while you are still enjoying the sweetest temptation inside her.

‘You like my tits too, daddy?’ Tzuyu puts her hands on yours, fixing them on her tits, forcing you to grab them. ‘Tzuyu, you tits are growing again, right?’ Feeling the size in your hands and seeing the soft meats that peek from your fingertips, you pretty sure she is growing again.

‘Isn’t because of you, daddy? You ugh… play with it everyday in office…’ Tzuyu’s moan again when your hand keeps rubbing with her nipples. ‘Yeah, it’s all daddy’s effort. Maybe I should massage you more often, so you could have larger tits than Mummy Jihyo.’ You joke and playing her tits even harder, leaving handprints on it. ‘’Ahh… Tzuyu don’t want… to be so big…’ Tzuyu tries to act cute again. ‘Umm… now is enough… for me!’ The intense sex forced Tzuyu to answer between moans, her tits are bouncing even heavier even they are in your arms.

Your push her legs on her tits, trying to flip her in half. Your hands move down to her waist, pinning her on the table so she could raise her hips up when she feel itchy. ‘Ah… Daddy…… Ummm Ahhh… It’s feeling so good… Please fuck me… harder!’

‘Fuck… Tzuyu… Your pussy are so good…’ You groan loudly as you feel Tzuyu’s wall start tightening again. You pull one of Tzuyu’s leg right in front of your face, the mixture of her sweat and body scent seducing you to get a taste, you can’t control yourself and start licking it.

‘Ohh… Daddy… You not only like my thigh? Uhh… It’ so itchy… daddy…’ Tzuyu start rubbing her clits while you still fucking her hard. ‘Ugh… Oh… Daddy… Faster… Faster please…’ She begs you to fuck her faster again as she know she is going to cum again.

‘Oh… Tzuyu… let Daddy fill you…’ Your words slur from her toes, the stocking is shinning under the light since it is complete wet under your saliva. Once again, you are surprised by her suction, it seems like her pussy is going to bite you cock out from your body.

‘Ughh… Ummm… Ughh… Ohh… Oh!’ The high pitch moan and tightness of Tzuyu let you know that she has reached the second orgasm. She keep shaking her head during the orgasm. You don’t want to hold on anymore, the pleasure all the way down to your spine push you over the edge. ‘Take it all, baby! Have a baby for daddy!’

‘Ugh…’ ‘Ughhhh!’ With two satisficed moan, you keep shooting your cum in Tzuyu until you can’t cum anymore, you keep thrusting slowly even you are jerking from the intense orgasm, her pussy refusing to let you go, keep milking you hardly when you are still moving inside her.

‘Happy birthday, daddy.’ Tzuyu strugglely gets up from the table and gives you a kiss, ‘Tzuyu will help mummies to do their work when they are not here.’ You wipe away her sweat on the forehead and return your kiss. ‘Thank you, baby. I really like the present. But lets clean yourself and start working so we can have more fun later.’ You squeeze her tits and thighs hardly before getting her up.

‘But Daddy… It’s not enough…’Tzuyu walks to the couch at the other side of the room, while keep turning back and making eyes to me. Tzuyu climbs on the sofa, supporting herself with one hand, laying on the side, fully exposed her naked body.

‘Daddy, come here?’

You shake your head with a sigh. A Daddy would never reject her baby daughter.

On the couch, once again you flip Tzuyu into a 90 degree angle, the pairs of leg in the stocking are raise highly toward the ceiling, her tits are playing by you, the tight pussy is welcoming the visitor that she already familiar with.

Seems the boxing day arrives early this year.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #tzuyu smut #twice tzuyu #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut

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samkerrworshipper · 7 months

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My Masterlist

Leah Williamson -

seeing her tonight, it's a bad idea right?

just some friends with benefits smut that’s ends with confessions of love

medication

r stops taking their anxiety medications during the euros finals to get rid of three side effects… but what happens when it seriously effects them on the pitch

let me love you

r struggles after her and leah break up after some drunken kisses with other people… can they mend it all before r’s health is seriously affected?

the call up

when r gets the news notification from the Spanish federation regarding the forced call up the espwnt

safe and sound

r having suicidal thoughts and leah just being there to support them and be there for them

playgirl

friends to lovers smut w cocky as fuck playgirl leah who secretly only has eyes on r

losing

what happens when r loses for the first time?

asthma attacks

what happens when r has a asthma attack whilst Leah’s out for the night?

i will wait for you.

r gets injured in the champions league final and finds herself pushing out everyone, is it to late to make up with the people that matter most?

lost cause

r doesn’t want to do life anymore… leah’s there to make it all better and let her know how loved she is

tourniquet

r struggles with self harm and Leah helps her with it in theee different examples

pain, sweet, pain.

leah’s return from her acl injury is nothing like what she wanted nor expected, but her team are there to help her up when she’s down.

beautiful girl series (leah + jordan as coparents)

part 1 -> close you’re eyes: leah and jordan’s daughter is struggling after their breakup

part 2 -> have no fear: jordan and r have a heart to heart and somethings are revealed

part 3 -> the monsters gone: leah confronts her daughter

part 4 -> she’s on the run: r runs away

part 5 -> and your moms are here: reconciliation

Lucy Bronze -

mamacita

jersey smut with lucy after winning

daddy?…. sorry

just a little drabble about dom daddy lucy

a shoulder to cry on

lucy is there for r after she has a career shattering injury

euro champs and abs

lucy’s prize for winning the euros

leg shakes and body aches pt.2^

after care for the fic above

epiphany

random grief drabble - more r focused then lucy tbh but if u want a good cry then readdd

Alexia Putellas -

movie night

cheek voyeurism smut with r and alexia at team movie night

lap dance

stripper smut with Alexia after the world cup

on the sidelines

wag Alexia on the sidelines for wnba girlfriend

i remember everything

r struggles with eating disorder… alexis is to absorbed in her own life to notice.. what are th consequences?

the party

songfic based off the song the party & the after party by the weeknd… pure filthy smut

exile

songfic based off the song exile by taylor swift

the last time (pt.2^)

Alexia tries to apologise to r after what happened at the club… another songfic based off the song the last time by taylor swift

between thighs

just a little quickie fic

back between villages

alexia tears her acl.

sugar, baby

u have a little arrangement with la reina

Sam Kerr -

cock blocked

team night with the arsenal girls who r keeping you from being thoroughly fucked by your girlfriend

smut headcanons

just smutty dom headcanons with sammy k

a whore’s punishment

literal smutty porn without plot… that’s it.

concealed

little drabble about sam concealing a strap during a photo shoot

the phone call

based off the scene in the uswnt doc with the different call ups except sam x reader coded

acls

based off sam’s acl injury :(

Katie Mccabe -

nails

katie comes home from ireland camp with a new set of nails and she shows you just how much she can do even without using her hands or

Mapi Leon -

massage therapy

mapi gets injured… reader tries to resolve some of the tension in her body

warmed

cockwarming… that’s about it

Alexia Putellas x Reader x Lucy Bronze -

twos a company, threes a crowd

| pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 |

pure filth between my three girlies

Leah Williamson x reader x Lia Wälti -

all yours

just a little friends to lovers angsty fic about lia and leah getting together when the three have always been best friends and r struggling with it

Mapi Leon x Reader x Ingrid Engen -

long distance

touch starved and anxious reader who’s been away from mapi and ingrid for a while and needs a reminder just how much the love her

Vivianne Miedema x Beth Mead -

bad days

Viv has a bad anxiety day… Beth’s there for her no matter what

Kristie Mewis x Sam Kerr -

pinky promise?

little anxiety fic about kristie stressing about meeting Sam’s parents for the first time

wet dream

kristie can’t sleep.. sam has a wet dream..

Lia Wälti x Alexia Putellas -

captains connection

sometiems the captains are the ones who need the most help after games..

auswnt -

togetherness

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

just some tillies angst and fluff

arsenal women -

found family

r goes out in the snow and gets really sick, but is scared to bother their arsenal teammates, two captains show up at their door after them not showing up to training for a few days and help them out and show them just how much the team loves them

homework help

when r moves to england she struggles with the adjustment of new school… arsenal team are there for her though

sticker chart

r and kyra r the pranksters of the team… but what happens when they take it too far and the arsenal parents seperate them as a result

revival

arsenal reader has been struggling more than she’d ever admit.. when it becomes to much she attempts to take her life but her teammates refuse to let her kill herself when she has so much more to live for.

hard times

arsenal reader struggles with PTSD and new year’s eve is a particular struggle… but the arsenal girlies are there for her even if she doesn’t know she needs them

narcotics

reader has a drug problem.. her arsenal teammates help her to realise and overcome it

barca women -

suffer in silence

r struggles with self harm after the problems with the spanish federation.. mapi, ingrid, lucy and alexia are there to pick up the broken pieces

exhausted

insomnia reader with concerned alexia

initiation

pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3

yk just a casual barca orgy fix

#woso #woso community #lionesses #leah williamson #marry me rn #sam kerr #kristie mewis #lucy bronze #sam kerr x reader #auswnt #lucy bronze x reader #leah williamson x reader #alexia putellas #katie mccabe #mapi leon

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creedslove · 7 months

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The Millers 💖

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: an insight of Joel's married life with you and fatherhood of a little boy

Inspired by this post after I fell in love with the idea of Joel being a dad to a baby boy 💙

Warnings: fluff and Joel Miller being the best husband and father in the world

A/N: idk besties, I love Joel and I want him to be happy 😭🥺

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When Joel had Sarah, everything was harder; he was too young to take that much of a responsibility by himself and yet he did it. Giving up his dream and short term plans, he saw himself seeking a steady job to provide for himself and his baby daughter, and for that he worked hard. Joel Miller had to work his ass off in order to make sure his family would be well taken care of. However, he loved that tiny little baby girl with all his heart, and it was that love that gave him the strength and the perseverance to fight things off and make sure his daughter had everything he could give her. Luckily to him, he did a pretty good job at raising her, stated fact as she blossomed into a beautiful, lovely and kind-hearted young woman, who gave him nothing but happiness and pride when she managed to get into a top-notch university, after all, she was the smartest kid he'd ever met.

He didn't know exactly what to do after he dropped her off in college, returning to the home that had been filled with her presence, her laughter, her joy and her things, was now a home Joel would have to live in alone and occasionally sharing with his laid-back brother. He was still fairly young, he had a successful business and he thought he would spend his next decades leading a quiet, comfortable life, with a lot of work, some fun, some night stands and that was it.

Meeting you wasn't planned, but it ended up being one of the best, sweetest surprises life had given him, and still, he had never thought it would end up in marriage. He figured you two would be together until you got tired of him and found someone better, he wouldn't blame you, he always thought you deserved more, even if it broke his heart. Turns out you didn't want anyone better, younger or wealthier, you wanted him, exactly like he wanted you, so despite Joel being a stubborn man, you showed him your love and you ended up married to the love of your life. Not bad at all.

However, he had never thought of having a second child. Not that he was against it, but he just figured it wouldn't happen at all, he had gone through all of it with Sarah, so he didn't see himself restarting it from the very beginning… that is until you came with a positive pregnancy test and Joel realized he was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother and you two would become parents. It took him some seconds to let the news sink in, he was shocked, he was not going to lie… he knew you two should've discussed the possibility of having kids and how that would affect your marriage and daily life, but since you were already pregnant, he saw that ship had already sailed.

He was terrified, but also couldn't hide the fact he was so happy to be doing that with you, before he knew it would be different than the first time, where he had to handle a newborn on his own and became a single parent, instead you would do it as a couple, together, building up a family, you were about to become The Millers and he fucking loved that.

Over the course of his life, Joel had to learn to be a girl dad, task that wasn't easy at all, he had no idea one day he would have to learn about Disney princesses, and Barbies, and My Little Pony shit and all the sparkly glittery Sarah was so crazy about when she was a kid. And for a rough guy like himself, he had done a decent job. Which was why his whole perspective had changed the moment he learned you and him were having a little boy.

Joel felt like his heart had stopped for a moment, it was the second time you nearly gave him a heart attack during your marriage. It was so new to him, to know that in a matter of months he was having a little boy. He thought of all the things he would like to do some day, such as teach him how to play the guitar, take him to sports matches, play soccer after Sunday lunches, take him to work… there was just an infinity of things he could try. He was excited.

When you and Joel decided to turn the guest room into nursery, was when he began wondering if his son would be the dinosaur kind of kid, or if he would be into space stuff, animals, or whatever, and just to be safe, Joel bought some of each of the items; that way his little boy could choose whatever he wanted and Joel would be a proud dad not matter what.

Three years after you broke the news to him, Joel prepared himself to leave home and come back home every night to his beautiful wife and his sweet little toddler. It terrified him how time flew by and in the blink of an eye, his beautiful Samuel Miller went from a tiny little baby, to a sweet chatty toddler, and in a matter of time he would become a teen and then an adult. It felt like an exaggeration, but that was what happened to Sarah. He just didn't want to miss out on his son's life, he didn't want to waste precious family moments by working too much. Money was a need, but so was his family, and that was why Joel hated the fact he had to work until that late, he knew you would be gladly waiting for him, but Sammy would be just asleep by the time he finally made it back home. He sighed, as he really enjoyed spending time playing trucks, cars, or blocks with his little man.

He got off his truck and walked to the door, opening it to find a nearly quiet home, the sound of TV was there, though it was low enough for him to be aware you were still awake, but he was sure his boy was already in bed. That was why it made Joel so surprise to moment he saw a tiny little thing waddling towards him, his messy little brown curls showed he had already got cuddles from his mommy, which caused him to he sleepy, judging by the way he rubbed his tired little brown eyes - exactly like Joel's.

"Daddy?" He whispered and smiled tiredly the moment he spotted Joel, rushing to him and hugging him tight, giggling adorably the moment his daddy lifted him up and tiny arms wrapped around Joel's neck. "Miss you daddy"

"Miss you too, Sammy… were you nice to your mommy? Did you take good care of her?" He saw his son nodding obediently and you resting against the doorframe, smiling at them. Your heart was a puddle of love each time you saw how good Joel was with your little boy. You walked to them, caressing Sammy's head gently and pecked Joel's lips

"There's dinner for you" you winked at your husband and got his plate out of the oven, as it was still warm and placed it on the table. You walked to him and tried taking Sammy, but he shook his head "no mommy, stay with daddy please" he gave you the puppy eyes and then turned to Joel "can we play trucks after dinner, daddy?" He asked with a yawn and rested his little body against his dad's stomach, fighting sleep as hard as he could.

While Joel ate, Sammy just stayed quiet, his small hands gripping his daddy's wrist and holding his watch. He shook his head when Joel offered him some food, all he wanted was to play trucks with his daddy.

Joel was still hungry and he was eager to finish that amazing plate you'd made him, but he couldn't simply continue eating while his boy wanted to spend precious time with him. He wrapped his arm gently around Sammy's tummy and got up, taking his son with him

"Daddy is done eating, let's play now, okay? But let's play in your room because our trucks are so noisy and we can't bother mommy" he tickled his son, as he used his trick to convince Sammy to play a little in bed before tucking him in. Sammy on the other hand, could barely contain his excitement, he rubbed his tired eyes once more, but this time the giggles came easy as he was taken to his bed by his father. He sat down comfortably and asked Joel to pick his yellow and blue truck: it was his favorite, given by his big sister Sarah on his last birthday. The man smiled at the thought of it, how his kids were adorable, even if the age gap between them was expressive, Sarah was every bit of sweet to her baby brother, and Sammy simply loved her. He handed his son the truck and sat by the edge of the bed. As they engaged in the activity, Sammy told his daddy silly nothings, giggled and smiled, until he was overpowered by sleep. He lay down in bed, and Joel placed the truck on the floor, taking the fluffy dinosaur blanket and covered Sammy. His big hand caressed his son's beautiful face. He might look like Joel, but he was every bit of sweet and lovely as his mommy, you, the woman Joel loved the most and he was so thankful for having given him the best present a man could have: a family.

"Night night daddy"

"Night Sammy, daddy loves you"

"I love you too, daddy"

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Hi Inês hope you’re doing good. Just thought about Lando being absolutely the sweetest with his pregnant girl. Maybe she’d be insecure but he’d do everything in his power to make her feel good and comfortable in her changing body and he’d be so proud he’s going to be a dad and always mention it in interview, to his friends and everywhere really

Cw: reader's insecurity about her pregnant body

It started as something small and barely noticeable. You started showing when the weather got colder, so it was natural to have more layers on, making your outfits lose the tight fitted shape, and Lando wanted you to be warm and comfy, so he didn't think of it at first. When you started getting ready and dressed in the bathroom, however, that tipped the scales in your husband's head that there was something going on.

"I want to have some cuddles with my two favourite people", Lando said as he laid in bed, ready to unwind from the day, "sure, I'll just put my pyjamas on, I'll be right back", you mumbled, the uneasiness clear in your voice as you made your way to the ensuite.

"Actually, baby, I wanted to talk to you about that", he began, catching your attention as you sat down on the bed where he patted his hand, "you've been very kept to yourself, and you never undress here in the room if I'm here. Is there something wrong?", he asked.

You knew better than to lie through your teeth, so you let it out, "my body has changed a lot recently, and I didn't even think I'd be this bothered by it. I never fit into the patterns that society defined so I thought I would be fine. It's just stretch marks and me getting bigger, it's not like it hasn't happened before", you scoffed as tears gathered in your waterline, "bu- but, It's a lot to take in. Every day there's something new I notice", you bit your bottom lip.

"Every single day there's something new and gorgeous about you, you're right, baby", Lando smiled, wiping the stray tear that fell on your cheek, "May I?", he asked as he lifted your shirt once you gave him consent, "your body is growing our babygirl, Y/N, and you look so gorgeous while doing it", he complimented.

"There's that old wives tale that says that if you're having a baby girl, it means the mother doesn't have that glow or beauty because the daughter is stealing them from her, but that's not true. Everyday you get more beautiful to me. Your tummy is making sure she's safe inside and nothing bad happens to her, your boobs will make sure she's fed and growing as she should", he smiled, tracing patterns in the skin before he unbuttoned the skirt you were wearing, glad the fabric was kept together by the buttons on the side of your thigh so you wouldn't have to move to be left in your underwear.

"All of you is beautiful, and I'm going to show you just that", he moved to hold your ankle, "these are making sure you're moving throughout the pregnancy, and they're so soft an-", he was interrupted, "Lando, they're swollen, Mila even compared them to one of her balloons the oth-".

"Shhhh, I'm not finished...! And your strong, thick thighs, I've always loved them, making sure you'll be ready for when the time comes to bring her earthside. These hips, I always get lost in them, and they're so gorgeous and perfect for me to hold you against my body, your tummy protecting our daughter, all of you", he kissed as he went along, bringing a smile to your face at his sillyness despite the serious tone, "I meant every word, Y/N, I love you, I'm in awe of you everyday, I'm proud of you for telling me how you feel and I'll remind you everyday of that", he kissed your lips, "you're the most beautiful woman in the world, baby".

"Does this look nice?", you looked at your husband through the mirror, not knowing if the dress was flaterring. Ever the funny one, Lando mimicked something going through his heart, falling dramatically on the bed, "woman, you're going to kill me with all of your beauty!", he exaggerated.

Giggling at his antics, you pulled him up to his feet, "you look gorgeous, baby, absolutely gorgeous", he complimented, making you twirl before he kissed your lips.

Already in the paddock, Natalie wa she first to talk about you, "I saw you arrive to the track today with a very special guest. How is everything going?", she questioned.

"Fantastic! It's great having my wife here this weekend, it's my home race so it wasn't hard for her to travel here, which is getting a little trickier now that she's pregnant, but yes, very good", Lando beamed at the mention of you.

"It's always good to have support around and you've been together for a while, too!", she noted.

"Yes! And we're having a baby, so it's been extra special making these memories together. She's sitting in the front here actually, I'm not sure you can see her", Lando pointed to the side of the stage he was facing, "you can't see how gorgeous she looks today, and she's very pregnant so I won't make her get up, but that just means you'll have to go online and see my very own beautiful superwoman", he gushed, the praise directed towards always coming to him so effortlessly.

"She does indeed look amazing! Hi, Y/N!", Natalie waved, "what a great Silverstone Grand Prix we're going to have, I'm sure!".

"Did you know that he told everyone in the driver's debrief that you were joining us today?", Oscar pointed out while you had lunch, his son Lucas drawing with you on his colouring book, "Lando!", you scolded softly, blushing at the thought of your husband pestering the rest of the grid, "what? They all know we're having a little Norris and they always ask about you, so I told them you were here this weekend!".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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kiarastromboli · 4 months

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Teach me 3 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part. 1. Part.2

Masterlist.

Warning: angst, argument ?

Summary: After being summoned by her principal for what she did with Chris, Y/N sees things take a completely different turn. Unintentionally, Chris will not make it any easier for her, pushing her to make a choice that is more than painful for their mutual well-being.

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A week had passed since the incident in the locker room with Chris.

After being summoned, the principal decided to suspend both Chris and me from school for two weeks.

If only that was the end of it…

After the meeting, my parents demanded a serious discussion at home.

“Y/n, I’m trying to keep my calm, but what the hell is this story?”

“This is not how we raised you. What kind of girl sleeps with a guy in her high school locker room?”

“Your behavior is disappointing, Y/n. I expected better from you.”

“For how long did you hide this little adventure with that asshole from us?”

“Do you realize how irresponsible you’ve been? Do you think universities will appreciate seeing this on your school record?”

“Believe me, you won’t see that boy again, Y/n. I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

It was mainly my father speaking, as usual. My mother just cried, casting disdainful glances at me, as if I had ruined our lives with my actions.

As always, it wasn’t about me, but about them. I was their daughter, but I wasn’t really myself. All my life, I had been just their daughter, nothing more. The one time I allowed myself to be me, I ended up making an unforgivable mistake in their eyes.

I was not allowed to go out, and I hadn’t seen my phone since then, so no way to communicate with Chris about what happened.

I felt so guilty for leaving him in the dark like this. Chris knew my parents were strict, but I had never dared to tell him how much.

I wasn’t even allowed to break up with my boyfriend as I wanted; my father took care of sending him a message, making it clear that if he dared to approach me, he’d be in trouble.

It was the first time in my life that I was punished, and the first time I saw my parents so disappointed in me. To be honest, I was disappointed in myself. What had possessed me to do that? What did I hope to achieve?

I hoped to one day be more than just their daughter, seriously, Y/n?

My days consisted of crying, staring at my bedroom ceiling, and rereading the same books over and over. Maybe that’s all I deserved after what I did.

And maybe it was better for Chris too. He and I could never have worked; we could never have hidden this relationship indefinitely, and my parents would never have accepted me being with him.

He loved a girl who didn’t even have the right to exist, and how selfish I was to trust that “we” could ever exist one day.

I had to let him go, even if it broke my heart. I knew that by staying with him, I condemned us to a catastrophic end, and it eventually happened.

It was now 2 a.m., and I was lying in my bed doing nothing. Sleep had abandoned me a long time ago.

Every night when the lights went out, the only thing I could think about was how much I had disappointed my parents, and it haunted me.

*knock knock knock*

I panicked and sat up in bed when I heard the familiar sound at my window.

*knock knock knock*

I knew it was him, but what was I supposed to do?

*knock knock knock*

Oh my God, if he keeps this up, he’ll wake up my parents. I have no choice.

I got up to open the window for him, and he immediately entered, almost pushing me without waiting for my approval.

“Chris, what the hell?!” I said, surprised, as he stumbled towards my desk.

He looked in bad shape, with huge dark circles, disheveled hair, red eyes, and the smell of alcohol.

“My beautiful baby,” he said, placing his hand on my cheek and smiling.

“Chris, have you been drinking?” I asked, concerned, before going to lock my door.

“I missed you so much, Y/n,” he said, sitting on my bed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I sighed.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my messages, baby? What did i do wrong?” he said, looking up at me.

“Chris, you have to leave. You can’t stay here,” I told him, sighing.

“I’m not going anywhere until you answer me,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Oh God, please, I’m serious. If my parents find you here, they’ll kill me. It’s not a joke!” I told him, getting annoyed.

“Y/n, I don’t care about your parents. This is about us!” he said, standing up.

“But what ‘us’ are you talking about, Chris? There’s no ‘us’ anymore!” I replied, feeling tears welling up.

"Y/n, you can't do this to me; I just went through the toughest week of my life without you," he said, breaking down.

"Y/n, look at me, look at the state I end up in without you; I need you," he said, hitting his chest.

I was simply helpless before his speech; it killed me to see him so distressed, and it broke my heart not to be able to do more to help him.

"Look at how pathetic I am without you," he said, grabbing my hand.

"Chris, you have to leave now," I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

"You can't give me the best moments of my life and take everything away like this overnight without giving me an explanation, Y/n. I'm sorry for what happened in the locker room; let me make it up to you," he said, getting upset.

I didn't know what to say; honestly, I wanted to tell him how much I missed him, but I had to let him go. The state he had just put himself in because of me was proof enough that this relationship was not good for him, and that's not what I wanted for him.

"Y/n, we'll find a solution, but you have to explain me the problem if you want us to get through this. I know you're not telling me everything, baby, talk to me," he said, locking his eyes with mine and placing his hands on my cheeks.

And I cracked. I cracked when I saw hope in his eyes, when I saw how much he wanted it to work. It was what I wanted too, but it led to nothing.

It would have been selfish of me to tell him how much I loved him, how much I wanted us to find a solution because I knew I had condemned myself. I knew that by giving him the slightest hope, I risked breaking him even more than I already had.

"Don't make things more complicated, please. I can't do this, Chris, go away," I said, crying.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong," he said in a trembling voice.

"My parents don't want me to see you anymore," I confessed, hoping he would understand, but I knew he wouldn't give up that easily.

"And is that the only problem? Y/n, if that's all, we can continue to see each other secretly. I swear I don't mind; they won't know anything! If that's what we have to do to stay together, then I'm ready to do it, ready for anything. But please, Y/n, don't end everything like this, I beg you," he said desperately.

"No, you don't understand. It will never work. What kind of couple hides their relationship from the world, Chris? You deserve better than that," I told him, shaking my head and stepping back.

"But it's you I want, Y/n. I climbed to your window, and it's with you that I want to spend the rest of my days," he said, advancing toward me.

His words were like shards of glass stabbing into my heart. As long as they remained, I knew the blood wouldn't flow, but I also knew I had to tear them out to heal.

"No, you're just drunk, and you don't mean any of what you're saying," I said, shaking my head and trying to hold back the tears.

"I'll tell you all this again tomorrow when I'm sober, and I'll tell you every day of my life if I have to. But, Y/n, please, I need you; I can't do it without you," he said, a tear running down his cheek.

I stood there, staring at him, crying, and he took me in his arms.

And I felt those same shards pierce my heart again because of the comfort I could find in his arms. I wished to die there, die in his arms.

"I'll fix everything, Y/n, I promise. Let me fix everything for you," he said, stroking my head, and my heart was never heavier than at that moment.

I cried so much I had trouble breathing; I couldn't stop. I was in his arms, and I knew it was probably the last time.

"Y/n, I love you; don't let me down," he said in a weak voice, and I left his arms.

I looked at him with tear-filled eyes; I wanted to scream that I loved him too, but I couldn't. So I closed my eyes and screamed it in my head without letting the sound escape my mouth.

He looked at me confused, and I bit my lip to stop my sobs.

"Y/n, please," he said, sighing.

I shook my head, and he started to move towards me, but before he reached me, I told him everything.

I had to tell him the truth if I wanted him to understand, even though I knew it meant stabbing him in the heart.

"My parents are sending me to another school, Chris," I said in one go.

"What?" he said, confused, stopping.

"They don't trust me anymore. They're sending me to a private school on the other side of the country," I told him, trying not to cry.

He took a step back, completely disoriented when he heard that.

He sat down on my bed and ran his hand over his face, letting out a few sobs that broke my heart.

He had just realized the situation; he had just realized it was hopeless.

I stood there, watching him realize what I had just told him, and it was horrible, but at least now he knew it was over for good.

"It's okay," he said, wiping his tears and getting up. "We'll find a solution, Y/n. I'll come to see you."

"No, Chris," I said, crying.

"Yes, I'll fix it. I'll sort this out," he said, pacing back and forth.

"Chris please..." I sighed.

"I'll just set aside some money to come and see you," he continued, completely in denial.

"Chris-" I said, with a weak voice, still crying.

He lifted his head towards me and immediately came to wipe away my tears. "Don't cry, baby, it's okay, it's not a big deal."

"You have to let me go," I replied in a voice so weak that I almost doubted he heard it.

"No, Y/N, we just got together, stop saying such things," he said with a fake laugh, trying to conceal his sobs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Chris, you have to let me go," I said, placing my hand on his cheek with a reassuring smile to show him that it would be okay.

"No," he said, letting a few tears fall. "Y/N, I'll handle this, I promise. I'll do it for us," he continued, wiping his tears and placing his other hand on my cheek. "I'll fix it."

"There's no 'us' anymore, Chris; it's over," I said.

"So what, you're going to give up at the first problem?" he said, raising his voice.

"You're just going to throw everything away just because your parents don't want you with me?" he said, getting upset.

"Y/n, fight for us, for me... for yourself," he said, desperate.

I wanted to answer him, but I had nothing left to say; it was too hard. It hurt too much to see him break his heart over me like this.

"I'm ready to fight for you, and you're giving up just to please your parents, seriously, Y/n, damn it," he said, cracking.

He placed his hands back on my cheeks, "You're not going to let your parents separate us, baby, I-," he started before I cut him off.

It was too much for me; I couldn't continue to stand there listening to him beg me to fight for him when I couldn't.

"It's over, please go now," I said, removing his hands from my face.

"You don't mean it, Y/n; you can't even say it properly. You don't want it to end; I told you we'd find a solution," he said, getting frustrated.

I closed my eyes before taking a deep breath; I felt like I was suffocating.

"Y/n, if you want me to leave, look me in the eyes and tell me clearly," he said, clenching his jaw.

I opened my eyes and tried with all my might to hold back my tears.

I tried to contain all my pain; it was so unfair. Why didn't he just let me go? Why did he have to ask me to fight? Why did he keep pushing me to keep hope?

I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice; I had to tear the bandage off at once if I wanted Chris to be happy one day without me.

"Chris, it's over; I want us to separate i don’t love you anymore. This relationship is doomed to fail; go, please," I said in a harsh tone without looking away from him.

And I could almost hear his heart shatter in his chest.

I was dying to tell him that I didn't mean a word of it, but I didn't have the right to condemn him in this relationship.

He turned around and started walking towards my window, and before leaving, he looked at me one last time, his eyes shining with tears.

He was waiting for me to stop him, to grab him by the shirt and kiss him like the first night he climbed through that window.

He was waiting for me to crack like all the other times and tell him everything would be okay.

But this time, it wasn't the case, and when he realized that, he went through my window and left.

I collapsed on the floor; I had just put an end to the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me.

I had just broken my heart and the heart of the man I love the most.

All this would never have happened if I hadn't kissed him that night.

If I hadn't let him into my room and into my heart.

I was convinced that love stories like ours never died like in books; I thought things would eventually work out, and a solution would come to us unexpectedly.

But life is a heartless bitch ready to rip your heart out when you least expect it.

The next week, I found myself packing my bags to leave Boston for good. Chris never climbed back through my window, and I deleted his number from my phone, hoping he would eventually find someone with whom he would have a happy ending.

We were just an anomaly in the system of lines that were supposed to remain parallel but ours ended up crashing into each other.

We consumed each other without knowing that this story had an expiration date, and I pay the price every day waking up far from him.

I pay the price every time I see something that reminds me of him.

A lacrosse jersey, a half-open window, a soda can—absolutely everything brought me back to him.

And I continued to search for a piece of him in every new person I met.

Even though I lost him, my love for him will never fade. Every day, I pray for my day to end quickly so I can find him every night in my dreams.

To the boy who made me realize how good love could feel.

And how painful it could be too.

Masterlist.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #angst

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drm06 · 11 months

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How could you lose Nala?

Alexia Putellas x reader( first writing ever, maybe a part 2 soon)

It's a beautiful and sunny day in Barcelona, You are taking your dog, Milo, on a walk around the city. This time, taking in your surroundings, hoping not to get lost again like the last four days since being in the city. As you walk, you see a little pomeranian running by. You look back to see the dog heading to the busy street. You tell Milo to sit and rush to catch the tiny dog before it reaches the end of the sidewalk. You catch him or her and take it in your arms. Then call for Milo to follow you, heading to a bench to look if you can find a tag. The collar has a tag with the name Nala.

"Ok, so you are Nala. Hi little one, we'll find your owner soon, I promise."

You search the back of the tag, but there is nothing there no phone number, address, or anything. You have no idea how to find the owner Nala's owners. You think of the little girl or boy that might be crying right now for the little dog. However, you don't have much time do dwell into that as you look at your watch and S**t you're supposed to be meeting with the board of doctors that will be under her command from the start of the season. You can't be late in the first day. You take Nala and pat your leg for Milo to follow you and rush home. You leave Milo in the backyard and put Nala in a big cage in which you leave her water and food. You feel bad to leave her in the cage, but you don't know how she'll react in your house and the last thing you need is for her to ruin your couch or your shoes. After you put on a light blue skirt and a white blouse and put a jacket the same color as the skirt and get on a pair of high heels, you rush out of the house to your car and head to meet the board. You reach Barcelona's training facility in about 5 minutes, they actually found you a place close to work just hoe you requested. You enter the facility and someone unexpectedly awaits your arrival, Joan Laporta, the president of FC Barcelona. He greets you and makes small chat with you as you walk towards the meeting room. He praises your achievements and says he wanted to get you on board at Barcelona since you worked with Messi 5 while he was with the team. You smile at that. It's the highlight of your career to be chosen by him to help with his recovery of an injury. Laporta explains your role as the new head of medical board at Barcelona. You'll work closely with teams. You reach the meeting room and Laporta sends you win.

In the Putellas house

Alba is hovering around the living room calling all her friends to get into a detective job and find Nala. Alexia is on the couch, with her leg elevated on a pillow crying her eyes out, on the phone with her mother." Mami, Alba lost Nala"

Alba looks at Alexia full of guilt. She wanted to help her sister and take Nala out for a walk as Alexia can't right now. But somehow she managed to lose her. Now she's eaten by guilt. That's exactly what Alexia needed right now, on top of not being able to play and being in pain thanks to an acl injury, now Alba had lost the only thing that was keeping Alexia from going insane. Yep, Alba is screwed, in fact the only thing that's keeping Alexia from tearing Alba's head off is the fact that she can barley walk even with crutches.

The door opens and Eli, the girls mother rushes in and heading to the couch to comfort her daughter. She gives Alba a deadly glance.

"How could you lose Nala?" Eli's heart breaks for her oldest daughter. If her little baby doesn't get her doggy back, Eli is going to kill Alba herself by the principle "I made you, I kill you"(*This sounds way better in my mother language*).

"Lo siento mama, I don't know how it happened."

After a almost two hours you get out of the meeting room, you're exhausted. But it was a productive meeting you got to know the other physios and doctors and let them know about your way of work. Maybe even more unexpected is to find Laporta again waiting for you as you exit the room. He invites you to a gathering of the men's team. He insists it's a good opportunity to meet the people you'll work with in a more casual environment. So you go. You get to chat with a lot of the players and with their wifes or girlfriends. Despite the club worth and as well as their's, you find them to be quite down to earth. It will be easy to work with them. At 2 in the morning you get inside your house. You're going to beat yourself up in the morning when you'll have to be at work at 8. But you go to be. After getting ready for bed you get down to get a glass of water and that's when you hear the little Nala crying for her owner. Your heart breaks and you go and get her out of the cage and take her to your room. You put nala on the floor where and get an old dog bed that you are not even sure why you brought with you when you moved here it's too tiny for Milo now, but perfect for Nala. You put Nala on it and get into bed, closing the lights. Soon you hear little legs on the cold tiles. You know what's that. You look down,next to your nightstand two little puppy eyes watch you.

"So your mommy let's you in bed doesn't she?" I don't so go back to your bed. You turn around and close your eyes. Then you hear the little dog cry. You turn and without a word take the dog and put her next to you Happy now? With that you sleep.

Alexia doesn't sleep a minute that night.

The next morning you're awoken by what would have already been stabbed 19 times by you if it had flesh, the alarm clock and get on with your normal morning routine if you don't take in consideration the little dog that almost stumbles you over (That's why you have a golden retriever). You get down and let both dogs do their necessities in the backyard, you don't have time to take them on a walk. You go to work. Today you'll meet the woman team and will assist a training session to see where you stand. You go over a few things with the team until 10 when the team starts the training of the day. Jonathan walks you on the field. You tell the team your name and what is your goal for the day. Lucy and Keira make their way over to you and give you a hug. You met last summer because stared as the Head doctor for the Lionesses for the Euros. They're happy to see you at Barcelona. During the training the girls are sloppy and distraught. You are a little bit confused, some part of you is scared this is how the team is normally.You are not really into football, at least female football, and you've never seen Barcelona femeni play a game before. But then you look at Keira and Lucy and see that they are the same. So it's the team, it's something with them today. And Jona confirmes that when he says I don't know what is going on with you all today, but Dr. Y/L/N is here to see you play and you've done everything but not that until now. We'll take 5 and I want you to focus after. He turns to you I'm sorry I don't know what's with them.

You observe the girls during the break. Everyone is talking and they seem upset. You wonder what it is and you'll ask Lucy after. The next part of the training goes even more badly if that's even possible. Exasperated, Jonathan calls it a day and profoundly apologies to you. You aproapch Lucy What's going on with all of you.

Um, you know our captain Alexia Putellas right?

You look at her confused

Wow you really know nothing about female football. She won the Ballon d'Or twice, Best female football player? Compared to Messi? Nothing wow You'd break her confidence. Anyway, sorry my mind is in 14 directions

You laugh I've seen some of those goals even I would've scored.

She is out for the season with an acl injury and yesterday her sister lost her dog. We've done a search party but we couldn't find the dog. Alexia is already in a bad place with the injury, if we don't find Nala, it will kill her.

I understood, hopefully you find the dog and I can see an actual training so I can set my plan of action. Wait what did you said the name of the dog was?

Nala why? Please tell me is a little pomeranian. Yes it is how do you know. Maybe because I have found a dog named Nala yesterday without a phone number.

Seriously? I mean how many lost pomeranis with the name Nala can be ?

Lucy calls Mapi to them. Diana might have Nala, she found her yesterday. Seriously. We have to tell Alexia. Wait if is not her Nala. I doubt that. What if one of you that knows the dog better comes with me to get her and if you think it is we just take her to Alexia. You leave with Mapi. She drives you to your house. Mapi exclaims Wow this is big. Not the moment. They get inside and Nala rushes to Mapi. It is Nala. You both get in the car with Nala and head to Alexia's apartment. Mapi knocks on the door Fu*k it Alba Come in it's open, how was I supposed to lock. Someone screaming can be heard. Mapi looks at you She's been grumpy due to the injury now she's even more. Let's hope it is Nala if not we might end up without heads. Maria you said it is. I don't know ok, I hope. You enter the apartment and catch the sight of a blonde woman sitting on the couch with her leg elevated and a pair of crutches next to her she's been crying and she's holding a picture in her hands. You presume it's the dog. Alexia doesn't acknowledge Mapi she looks straight at you. You somewhat hide behind the defender, mostly hiding Nala cause you are taller and a tad bit more muscular than her. You mostly scared for her to see Nala, you can't watch her break in front of you if it turns out is not Nala. Mapi says cheerfully We are not Alba, hoped you'd be more welcoming. We brought something that'll make you happy. You hold out in her view. She can't contain her excitement and just rushes forward to get her, getting up, forgetting about the knee. She stumbles over at the pain. Mapi catches her and helps her down. You put the dog in her arms. It's Nala how, where. Thank you! She hugs Nala tight. She then hovers the dog in kisses. She the looks back at you You found her? You say Yes. She look at you with gratitude thank you. But how. Mapi takes a seat on the couch inviting you to do the same as you begin to tell her how you found Nala. So you're the new head doctor at Barcelona. What were the chances. I didn't manage to go to get the new tag inscriptionated with my number. If you weren't working at Barcelona maybe I would've never gotten her back.

You smile at that, Happy to help, well maybe not as happy last night at two am when she wanted to sleep in my bed. I never let mine in my bed even when he was a baby. But your little monster made me make an exception.

You don't let your dog in your bed? He'll take half of the bed, of course not.

She puts her hands on Nala's ears so that the dog doesn't hear what are you saying. Your smile got even bigger she's cute.

That's when you remember she called a name when you knocked. Um shouldn't you let your sister know we found Nala so she can stop searching?

She buried her face into Nala's fur then says barley audible Don't want to, still mad at her. Let her search a bit more.

You and Mapi laugh at her childlike behaviour that the famous footballer adopted. You wonder if it's the painkillers or she's just really happy to see her dog again.

Mapi looks at you and says I'll call Alba. Alexia glares at that. You're about to say you should leave, feeling like you intrude, when the door opens to reveal another woman who you assume it's Alba. She rushes to her sister and as she sees the dog.

"Oh thank goodness Lala is OK. I'm sorry Alexia. I promise I'll be more careful next time"

Alexia gives her a look, if looks could kill Alba would've been death by now. If you think I'm ever letting you around her, you're crazy"

"OK I deserve that." Then she looks at you for the first time. She then says Oh my Now I'm not even sad Nala got lost. You found her ?

It will definitely take you a while to get used to how Spanish girls act, but you nod. Alba then says I'm Alba and you're so hot". Mapi laughs and you start to laugh with her. Alexia says mad "Alba behave" That's when you say It's quite alright and then turn to Alba holding out your hand."I'm Y/N L/N and thanks for the compliment." Mapi looks between the 3 of you. She has to give it to Albs, you're hot. She is conflicted She hasn't seen Alexia this nice to someone since she got injured and given the look Alexia had given Alba. Alexia actually likes you a little. Maybe Mapi's getting a little ahead of herself but she thinks the two of you would be good for eachother.

You once again explain how you found Nala, this time to Alba and then you excuse yourself. Alba offers to take you home when you say you'd come with Mapi, who's probably going to stay more with Alexia. You gladly accept the offer.

Alexia looks at your back as you leave she likes you you're different somehow and brought her dog, so maybe it's some saviour complex or something but she wishes she could find it in her to stop you and ask for your number. But she's too shy for that. And you and Alba leave, the door closing behind. Alexia sights as she hugs Nala closer. Alexia distracts herself by asking Mapi how was the training Mapi laughs at that "You should've asked Y/n that".

A few days later, Alexia had forgiven Alba. Now the younger girl enters Alexia's house to bring her lunch. Alexia is surprised to see Alba all dressed up. "Where are you going?"

Alba smiles as she looks in the mirror making sure her hair looks good."I have a date with Nala's saviour."

"When did you even get her number?"

"When I took her home. Now eat, I'm late I'll hopefully won't be back tonight."

Alexia has no idea why this revelation hurts her. She wishes she was the one going on the date.

And that's it finally done. Want a part 2?

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jackharlou · 1 year

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Thankful

Concept: jack is away most of the time, but after a little surgery your daughter gets done, he stays home for a few. there he gets to realize how lucky he is to have you as the mother of his child.

"what's with the face?" - urban asked jack as soon as he saw him checking his phone for probably the tenth time in the last three minutes.

"she said abby wasn't feeling ok a few days ago, and apparently yesterday y/n caught the same thing abby has. i've been calling and texting her but she doesn't answer. i'm worried, what if something happened? they're there on their own" - jack spilled out without taking a second to breath, that just showed urban how nervous his friend really was.

"abby's a kid who goes to school. there are thousands of viruses floating around in a little kids' classroom so i bet it's just a flu or something and y/n must have her hands full with abby being sick and clingy to her. don't stress out, we'll be there in less than an hour. it's all good, i promise" - his words did soothe jack but nothing besides getting home and seeing his family being alive and well could relieve his stress.

as soon as the plane landed people started asking things from jack. like checking and approving the pictures from a photoshoot he did a few days prior, listening to a few beats some producers sent them or just going to the studio. he apologized and went straight to the car that was waiting for him and asked to be taken home.

in around forty minutes he was walking through his front door, listening to the very unusual silence. he's used to finding the tv turned on with some silly cartoon playing, his baby asleep wherever she passes out or playing with new toys that you couldn't help but buy when you went out because you thought they were "cute and fun for her", but you both knew than in a matter of days she would ditch them and go back to her favorite ones, so he quickly ran upstairs, and was able to finally breath after hearing his little girl's sweet voice coming from the walk in closet.

"wed dipstick, mommy?" - he saw her ask for when he finally laid eyes on his little family. you sat up straight, opened a drawer and got a hand full of lipsticks.

"mommy doesn't have red lipsticks because i don't use them but i have these pretty pink and brown ones, are these ok for you?" - you asked in a raspy voice that showed him how sick you were.

"it ok" - she said happily and took her time to choose the one she liked the most, while her daddy recorded the scene without them knowing. when she chose the one she felt matched better with the green eyeshadow, thick eyeliner and heavy blush, she applied it the best she could on you - "done, mommy. you dook beawtiful"

"she does look beautiful, baby" - jack said making the both of you jump and turn your heads to the door, finding there the love of your lives.

"daddy!" -she yelled and quickly jumped in his hold, being received by the tightest hug that physically proved how bad he missed his little one while being away.

"hi, my beautiful princess. are you feeling better now?" - he asked while rubbing his thumb on her cheeks.

"yes. mommy gave me some tisgusting mewdicine" - she said making a funny face, making her dad laugh.

"i'm sure it was, honey, but it made you feel better and that's what matters. mommy gave that to you because she wants you to be healthy so you can go to school and play with all your friends"

"you see how pewtty mommy dooks?" - she made her dad put her down again and ran to you, grabbing your face to show jack her masterpiece, looking so happy and proud about it.

"mommy always looks beautiful but you managed to make her extra extra beautiful. you're an artist"

"like you, daddy" - she said with the biggest smile on her face.

He managed to get her to play in the living room with her toys while watching her favorite movie of the week, so he could pay attention to you.

"you do look beautiful" - he said trying to hold a laugh.

"oh, shut up" - you murmured slowly getting up from the floor after finishing putting away the makeup and brushes abby used.

"how are you feeling?" - he asked concerned, seeing how red your eyes were and hearing how raspy your voice got.

"like shit" - you answered before he pulled you into his embrace and held you tight - "don't kiss me"

"why?"

"because i don't need you to be sick too" - you murmured with your face buried in the crock of his neck, enjoying the little bits of him your nose let you smell.

"i couldn't give three fucks about that" - he said. he moved you so now you were face to face. while your arms were surrounding his body, his hands were cupping your face and pulling you closer to him, making your lips join his - "i've missed you like crazy" - he murmured against your lips, making you smile - "i've missed you and all your germs" - he said after pulling back with red lipstick all over his mouth.

after two days, you and abby were more than ready to face the world again, which meant she could go back to school.

"have a good day, baby, be good and nice" - you told her before jack opened the backseat door and walked her to her classroom.

as soon as he entered the car he said - "she's so cute, i can't believe we..." - he was interrupted by an unexpected sneeze - "... did that"

he looked at you with a guilty face, which was answered with a bad look from you, making him smile with guiltiness all over his face - "stop at the pharmacy on the way home"

the next few days abby played nurse and you were "THE jack harlow's doctor" as he called you. of course he was way more dramatic that your toodler.

less than two months later abby went down again, now with a tonsillitis. you knew it wasn't normal for your child to be getting sick so often, so you took her to her doctor. you walked out of that place with an appointment to have her tonsils removed, thing that made you tear up already. abby was calmed down by the doctor when he told her she could eat all the ice cream she wanted. there he won her, but when he told you about the after care and how difficult it could be to both, you and her, you got scared, but it was something that could help her, so it needed to be done as soon as possible.

after telling jack, he made sure his schedule was cleared for three weeks, starting the day prior to her surgery.

"wow, abby, you're such a grown up" - jack told her after helping her put on her hospital gown.

"i am. i am a big and bwave" - she said with her sweet, and congested, voice.

you two kissed her a little less than a million times before a nurse came to take her.

"we have a bunch of balloons over there, do you wanna come with me to help me inflate them?" - the nurse asked your innocent baby, the one who said yes and started making conversation with the woman in the blue scrubs.

"i'm scared" - you admitted to jack.

he sat on a chair and pulled you, making you sit on top of him. he held you tight and caressed your body - "it's all going to be ok, she's as strong as her mommy" - you kissed his lips and rested on his shoulder.

in less than an hour your girl was brought back to you, so you just sat and waited for her to wake up. when she did, jack had to pull his phone to record her, so he could show her and your family later.

"mommy, i feel weidd. i'm scawed" - she said crying, not understanding why she was feeling like that. you could only lean down and hold her tight, silently cleaning your own tears with your thumb. you felt guilty for putting your baby through this, on the other hand you knew it was the best decision, but how could a toodler understand that?

"it's ok, my love. you'll feel better in a few. we'll go home and watch all the movies you love with daddy and we'll eat a bunch of ice cream and yummy things mommy will prepare for you. mommy and daddy love you and we're here to take care of you, always"

"i don't dike dis" - she said holding you tighter, if that was humanly possible for a human her size.

jack had to move to another part of the room to clean his tears and not show his baby he was scared too. he was there to assure her everything was going to be ok, she didn't need to see how much the whole situation affected him too.

things were rough the next week and a half, but at the two weeks mark she was feeling good enough to go to school. jack took her the first day back while you stayed sleeping, trying to recover from the past few days.

when you woke up, jack had breakfast made for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"i just wanted to do something nice to say thank you" - he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him.

"why?" - you murmured.

"i'm thankful for you loving me the way you do, for giving me the most beautiful baby, for loving her more than your own life, for being our biggest care taker and protector. i'm just thankful for you and our little family"

jackharlow

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jackharlow i try to keep them out of the public eye because i know how hectic this lifestyle can get, but damn, i want to scream so loud so the entire universe can hear how much i love this girls. i'm one lucky man because i got to meet the love of my life a few years ago, and she saw in me something good and worthy because she blessed me with a family.

these past few days have been exhausting because our little abby had a little surgery and she was being a little hard to deal with, but not once i saw my wife lose her temper or patient with her. yes, she was tired, but she always showed our girl it's ok to not feel good, that it's ok to be hurt and feel frustrated.

i'm not around as i would like, but while i'm out there making sure my family has the best life, my woman is doing one hell of a job raising the most amazing human being and i couldn't be prouder.

i wouldn't want to have kids or share my life with anyone else but you, y/n.

here's to at least 7 more🥂

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow instagram au

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 8

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Hiii besties! I am so excited for you all to read this next part! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it for you 🥹 Bradley is finally here and I don't know how to act 😭 I love you all so much! Thank you so much for reading my fic, it means the world to me ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: He's finally here, in the flesh. What the actual fuuuuuuck. How will your first encounter be after 7 years? 😱 Buckle up babe, turbulence is ahead 🛫

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: cursing, a lot of cursing, angst x 1000 (please let me know if I missed anything!)

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You were frozen. You didn’t know what to do. You looked around to see where Leia was. Luckily she was down by the shore with Bri and a random little boy. You sighed and turned to him slowly.

You put your hand above your eyes to block the sun to get a better look at him.

He took off his aviators. “Y/n/n! It’s me! It’s Bradley!” He was smiling.

You wanted to slap that sexy smile off of his face, but instead you played along. “Oh my goodness!” You sat up. “Bradley Bradshaw.” You nodded your head.

He sat at the end of your chair and put his hand on your leg. “Hey! How are you?”

His touch made your skin crawl, in a good and bad way. “I’ve been okay, and yourself?” At this point Mav and Penny excused themselves to go down to the shore with Leia and Bri.

“God, I've been really good, y/n.” He took his hand off of your leg and put his aviators back on. “You look great! God what has it been? Nearly 7 years now?” His big stupid smile still across his face.

“Yes, about….Thank you.” You were really awkward.

He reached out for your hand. “Hey it’s just me y/n/n.” He caressed your hand. “No need to be awkward! We know each other like the back of our hands.”

He was still smiling so big. His cheeks were rosy and his mustache a little messy. He was glistening with sweat. God he looks so damn fine. You thought to yourself. You narrowed your eyes behind your sunglasses.

“So what’s been up with you y/n? Anything new?” He made himself comfortable at the end of your lounge chair.

You shifted around, “You know, Brad. Just the same shit different day.” You were very monotoned and were not amused or enjoying this fake talk.

“Oh I know exactly what you mean, y/n/n. God I can’t believe you’re sitting here in front of me!” He was still so excited to be talking to you.

You nodded, “You too, Brad. You too.” What the actual fuck is going on here? You asked yourself as he looked out to the ocean.

How was he just being so normal like he didn’t ghost you for 7 years. You were constantly worrying about him. Praying that he would just text or call one day. That he would just take 2 minutes to let you know he was alive. To just sit here and act like everything is all happy and dandy as if nothing ever happened. As if you just didn’t just spend the last 6 years raising his daughter he had no idea about because he never contacted you. Not even after he got back from his deployment. He was back for 6… 6 fucking years from his deployment and he never even said he was back. He never even said when he finished his deployment. When he was back in the states. Yet here he is, with his stupid ass beautiful smile acting like nothing is wrong. Just picking up where you both left off… 7 FUCKING YEARS AGO. You used everything in you to keep your composure, but you just really wanted to reach over and slap that sexy ass mustache off of his face.

Right before you could say something your daughter came running to you. Oh fuck, Leia PLEASE. NO. You felt like you had a knot in your throat and your heart rate increased.

Leia: “Momma can I have a popsicle from the ice chest?” She stood there next to you and Bradley, fixing her hat on her head and pushing up her little sunglasses.

Y/n: “Yes, baby that’s fine. Go ahead.” You brushed her curly hair behind her ears and pinched her cheek.

She gave you a hug, “Thanks momma! I want a strawberry one, I really like the strawberry ones.” She walked to the ice chest next to Bradley and just stopped to look at him.

“Son of a bitch….” You whispered under your breath. You sat up about to help your daughter so she could get away as soon as possible. But she straightened herself up and smiled at Bradley.

She looked at Bradley. “Hi I’m Leia!” She gave him a big hug.

Bradley hugged her back and your heart skipped a beat. You thought you were going to pass out right then and there. WHAT THE FUCK!!! You were shaking.

“Hi sweetheart, I’m Bradley. It’s nice to meet you.” He was smiling at her.

You thought your heart was going to explode from the warmth you felt seeing her first interaction with her father and also because you were scared as hell.

Leia smiled at Bradley. “Its nice to meet you, Bradley.” She pulled a popsicle out of the ice chest and waved it in his face, “I like strawberry popsicles, what flavor do you like?”

He put his hand on her hip, “I like strawberry too, sweetheart. It is the best flavor there is, besides chocolate.” He smirked at her.

She lit up with excitement, “I really like chocolate too!! Momma says too much, but you can never have enough.”

Bradley patted her hip, “Exactly! You can never have too much chocolate.”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Bitch. Fuuucccckkk. You thought as they continued some small talk.

“Bradley would you like a popsicle too? I did take the last strawberry though.” Leia showed sympathy in her voice.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Maybe next time we can have strawberry popsicles together.” He rubbed her arm.

She nodded, “Can you open this for me?” She waved the popsicle at him.

He laughed and ripped open the plastic for her. The gave her the popsicle. “There you go, Leia.” He just kept smiling at her.

Leia looked at the popsicle and then back to Bradley, “Here you can take a bite since it’s the last one.” She put the popsicle to his mouth.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay! That’s your popsicle.” He put his hand up to the popsicle.

She had her puppy dog eyes contained behind her sunglasses. THANK GOD. You were still petrified.

You knew she was giving him the look because in the sweetest baby tone she insisted, “Pleeeeeease Bradley. Have some pooooppsicle?” She put it out to him again.

He smiled at her and nodded, “Okay, but just a small bite.” He took a little bite of her popsicle. “Thank you, sweetheart. I definitely needed that pick me up after a long day.” He messed up her hair as he rubbed her head.

She was super giddy and ran off as Bri was calling for her over and over again.

You scratched your head because you could feel the sweat trickling down. You were so nervous for what was to come. PLEASE DO NOT… JUST DON’T PLEASE. You pleaded in your head.

Bradley looked at you and smiled, “Y/n/n, you didn’t tell me you have a kid! She is the sweetest thing ever. She’s just like you.”

Are you fucking kidding me right now? Was all you could think. “Yea, I have a daughter.” You said smiling. And so do you. You thought to yourself. “She has a heart of gold, Bradley. She loves loving and sharing.”

“Wow that’s crazy! She looks just like you.” He put his hand above his eyes looking out to see her. “I always knew you would be a great mom, y/n.” He put his hand on your leg.

Oh how you just wanted to kick him off your chair and into the sand castle next to him.

No sir. She actually fucking looks just like you. You thought to yourself again. “I really think she’s a photo copy of her dad.” You laughed.

“No way, y/n.” He looked back at you. “She’s definitely you. Everything.” He moved his hand to your thigh and squeezed it.

You wanted to punch him in the face, but you also wanted to just pull him in to feel his warmth against you.

The two of you sat there for 3 hours just talking. He was talking about his career in the Navy and how it took off. You were happy for him. You talked about how you finished school for engineering and how you work head of your sector. You talked about life with a kid and he was so amazed. It started to get late.

Bradley: “So I was wondering if you’d like to grab some dinner sometime while I’m here? Maybe tomorrow after training?”

You were going to regret this and shoot yourself in the foot, but you remembered what Penny and Mav told you at your daughter’s birthday party. “Sure, I’d like that.” You smiled.

“Great! How does 7 PM sound?” He started to put his shirt back on.

“7 it is Bradley.” You smiled. Oh my goodness…..

You got upand you started to clean up the area.

Bradley helped you clean up and load the car. He said goodbye to everyone and headed into the bar with the rest of the crew.

On the way home Leia fell asleep and you told Bri about everything you and Bradley talked about. She was shocked that you even agreed to a date tomorrow.

Bri slapped her palm to her forehead, “So what you’re telling me is he literally hugged his daughter, LOOKED HER IN THE FACE, and proceeded to say she looked just like you?”

You sighed, “Yep, that is exactly what I’m telling you, girl, but she did also have sunglasses and her bucket hat on. Covered some of the obvious features.”

She leaned over the middle console and got close to your face. She was just staring at you. “Didn’t he realize HE WAS LOOKING IN A GODDAMN MIRROR!? THEY WERE BOTH WEARING SUNGLASSES!”

You looked over at her slightly, trying to not take your eyes off of the road, “Yes.”

She flew back in her seat, “Blind. Fucking blind I tell you.” She shook her head and crossed her arms, “I thought Mav was blind. He helped raise Bradley. But this is just a whole new level. He was literally looking at himself!” She groaned loudly, “I bet him flying towards the sun has really jacked up his eye sight because HOW DO YOU JUST NOT NOTICE YOUR CHILD?”

You reached your hand over and rested it on her arm, “Well for one, It's Bradley. He couldn’t tell the difference of a llama and an alpaca if they were right in front of him. He’s very oblivious. And two, I’m sure the thought of possibly having a kid has never crossed his mind.”

Bri was still pouting, “He’s still blind.” She turned to the window. “So, are you gonna tell him?”

You retracted your hand from her arm and returned it to your steering wheel, “I want to. I have to. It’s only fair to Leia.” You looked at her sleeping in your rear view mirror. “It’s the right thing to do.”

Bri looked at you, “When will you tell him? Tonight when you're on you ‘date?’ ” She put air quotes around date.

You slapped her hands, “It’s just an outing with him. Not a date. But I don’t think tonight would be best to just lay it on him… I don’t know. I think tonight maybe we should just talk about what happened with us?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Gosh I really don’t know. I guess we will just see what happens. Plus I have some time.”

You got home gave your daughter a bath and put her to bed. You cleaned up and laid in your bed all night. You had hard time sleeping trying to process everything. You were excited to see Bradley, but also so scared and mad.

It was the next day and you were nervous all day to meet up with Bradley. How would you know when he was coming? Did he still have the same number? Does he even have your number still? You didn’t have his anymore, it was too hard to have his in your phone after he ghosted you. It was now 5 PM and you started to get ready. You did your hair and some light make up. You put on a cute black glittery dress and some cute baby heals.

7 PM rolled around and you were just waiting, sitting by the front window looking at the stars. Then, it was 8 PM you were sitting there looking stupider and stupider by the second. You thought to yourself, how could you trust he would actually come? He stood you up for 7 years already. Then, 9 PM rolled around. You got up defeated going into your room to change because at this point this was just pathetic to sit around and wait. You already did that more than enough for him. You weren’t going to give him anymore of your time. Your phone started to buzz and light up. You answered it.

Y: Hello?

B: Hey y/n! It’s Bradley!

Y: Oh hey, Bradley.

B: Hey look I’m really sorry I got caught up with training tonight.

Y: It’s cool maybe another time.

B: No no y/n/n I’m already here.

Y: What? How do you know where I live ?

B: It’s the same place like before right?

Y: Well yes, but-

B: Okay, see you right now!

Y: Bradley.

B: I’m coming to the door right now!

Y: Bradley, wait..

—-click—-

There was knocking at your door. He was in his flight suit with it peeled down revealing his black T-shirt underneath and the arms of his suit tied around his waist. How the hell could someone make a green jump suit look so damn sexy without even trying. He had flowers with him and he was sweating and smiling.

“Hi y/n/n. I’m so sorry for taking so long. I can explain to you on the way back to my house so I can change real quick.” He handed you the flowers.

“Oh um it’s okay.” You put the flowers down on the table by the front door and walked out of the house to go with Bradley. Shit. You thought to yourself.

He opened the door for you to his bronco and lended you a hand to help you into his truck. You sat in the passenger seat and he climbed into the driver seat and drove to his house. He pulled into his drive way and he came around and opened the door for you and helped you down.

What the hell? The two of you lived in the same city not even 20 minutes away from one another and he never said anything to you? AND he still had your number because he just called you. What the fuck is wrong with this dude, seriously? You thought about how all the Gs he’s been pulling all these years has really messed him up and he now just permanently doesn’t get enough blood to his brain.

You entered his house after he opened the door and let you in first. You sat at the bar stools he had at his counter top as you waited for him to clean up and change. After 30 minutes of waiting, he finally came downstairs. He had some jeans on with a white T-shirt and another famous Hawaiian shirt. You felt over dressed.

Bradley: “So since it’s too late to make our reservations for dinner, would you be up for going to the Hard Deck?” He said as he combed his hand though his wet curly hair.

Y/n: “Sure that’s fine, I don’t mind.” You got off the stool and fixed your dress.

Bradley just looked at you, lips parted slightly. “You look very beautiful y/n/n.”

You smiled lightly and looked down at the floor blushing. “Thanks Bradley, I like your shirt.” You grabbed the one of the open ends from it being unbuttoned and waved it slightly in your hand.

He smirked at you and looked away. He stepped towards you and put his index finger and thumb to your chin to raise your gaze to meet with his. Your heart stopped when your eyes met his green eyes, he smiled. “Shall we then?” He grabbed your hand and you felt a pit in your stomach. Good and Bad.

Here goes nothing, y/n…. You thought to yourself as you crossed the threshold of a warm house into the cold night.

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HOOOLY SHIIIIIT, Leia really did that besties. How do you feel about their first encounter? Are you ready for your "date" with Bradley? 😉 I'll see you in the next one babesss 💕

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theproblemcallednight · 8 months

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wungo wednesday guys

i’m not ok. im very not ok. this is gonna kill me

spoilers for bsd s5 and maybe 110 but fuck knows wats happening next week

AYA BABY NO

SCREW UR BIO DAD HE CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF IN HELL. GO LIVE W KUNIKIDA AND BRAM

AYYAAAAAAAAAA. she’s my child my kid sister if something bad happens to her i will and i am not joking murder-

nsjsjsjs BRAM MY BOI PROTECT UR DAUGHTER. ILY BOTH TOO MUCH SISIIAJEHJQJSJSJD

omg sigma he’s beautiful

SIGMA RUN RUN RUN THATS A DEMON FROM HELL DONT LET HIM TOUCH U MY GODS DAZ WHAT DID BONES DO TO U

ok daz has a thing for cupping ppls cheeks. i will not eleborate

THIMBS UP????? WAIT TILL A GLOCK IS AT UR HEAD U STUPID BASTARD PEICE OF SHI-

i’m g the one time sigma can b happy 😭😭 he deserve the world wksjdndhd

BITCH. U CRAZY BITCH GET OUT IF HERE W UR DUMBASS ILL LEAVE THE REST TO U GO FACE UR RESPONSIBILITIES U LAZY ASS SACK OF SHIT BEFORE ME AND KUNIKIDA COME BEAT UR ASS

fuck. get out. i’m not crying u r

BOI U TELL HIM SHOOT HIS ANEMIC ASS. bro sigmas trying his best and it shows and i luv him with all my heart omfg

omg my boi

NDJDJDJS AYA YES. bother ur father until he does smth yes girl go go go go slay save the world i believe

oh but u care abt u daughter don’t u. cmon u can’t deny it. ayas ur daughter and there’s nothing u can do abt it

wait i didn’t capture it but she’s says father. so if it’s confirmed that aya is some reincarnation of brams daughter. good to have confirmation

DJDJDJ HE LOOKS SO BABYGIRL. and the way his voice went up omg. fedya baby y r u so fake ily

WHY CANT MY SILLIES COEXIST DAMMIT. CMON PLZ JUS LET THME BE GRUMPY COWORKERS NOT STABBING EACH OTHER

yes i would love to take ibuprofen w u rn i rlly need it

FATHER DAUGHTER IN COOL LIGHTING SJSJDBXBS i’m so normal abt them wdym

oh hi chuu i messed u. plz come back i need a happy ending i beg

ah yes daz being the ass as usual. i’ll let it pass this time tho.

yes the power of friendship will never go wrong skin manifest it bsd magical girls and then they beat fukichis ass

AAAKKFJDJDJD NOOOO DAZ

birch i hate u sm come back to me

bones where r the eyes don’t leave those out u cowards

oh nvm that’s my sleep paralysis demon

ADAM. VERLAINE. WELLS. SOMEONE. SHOW UP AND TANK THE DAMN NUKE PLZZZZZZZZ

BRAM

it’s red for his death 😭😭😭

well. that was a trip. idk what’s happening next week but bones better not fuck it up.

and that’s a wrap from ur tired delulu very upset abt 110 hostess

have a bsd day folks

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justice4canyonmoon · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing sm 💖 could u write something where H and Y/N are new parents and they finally have some alone time? And maybe she's a little insecure about her body? I feel like Harry would be so cute in this 🥺

hi!!! thank you for saying you love my writing, that's very sweet ❤️❤️feel bad that it took me so long to answer this, but I got a huge bout of inspiration yesterday and today!!!! I didn't know whether you meant fluffy alone time or smutty alone time, so I did a bit of both lol. this is the longest thing I've written in a long time bc I really liked this prompt, so I hope it's worth the wait and the read!!!

warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!!!! oral (fem receiving), soft sex, body image/body insecurity, separation anxiety (a little), also lots of fluff

wc: 2.7k

Four months ago, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Mara looked almost exactly like you; her hair, skin tone, nose, and ears were just like yours, but her eyes were bright green, just like her father’s. You and Harry were instantly attached to your sweet little girl, and you would both do anything to protect her.

But you were both exhausted. You both knew that caring for a newborn would be hard work, but somehow it was even harder than you anticipated. Constantly waking up in the middle of the night to feed her, changing her multiple times throughout the day, and of course, having to hide her face from paparazzi or nosey fans made raising your child quite difficult. You and Harry hadn’t had any alone time during the four months that Mara came into your life. Neither of you could remember the last time you had been on a date or had sex.

When Harry brought up your lack of alone time with his mother on a video call, she offered to let Mara stay with her for the weekend. You were both apprehensive, never having left your baby girl alone for that long, but Anne managed to convince you that having your alone time would help you both be better parents to your kiddo.

“If you aren’t at your best, you can’t raise your baby to be her best.”

And of course, you knew Anne was right. That’s what led you to right now, handing your mother-in-law a large bag of baby supplies. Harry was gently cradling your daughter in his arms, with her tiny hands gripping her favorite stuffed animal: a soft, pink, stripey kitten, as well as her yellow baby blanket.

Anne could sense the anxiety radiating from you both and softly told you, “I promise you she’ll be fine for the weekend, she’s in good hands. You and Gem turned out pretty well, didn’t you?”

“I suppose we turned out alrigh,” Harry chuckled.

You smiled, though it didn't quite reach your eyes, and picked up Mara’s car seat, joining Anne and your husband on the short walk to her car parked in the driveway. Anne put the baby supplies with her in the passenger’s side as you placed the car seat in the back. Harry set his daughter into the seat, strapping her in with nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’ll be back Sunday evening. I hope you both enjoy your weekend!” Anne said, bringing both you and Harry into a warm embrace.

You smiled, “Thank you, Anne.”

She returned your smile, telling you both how much she loves you before getting into her car and disappearing out of the driveway and down the road.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the anxiety of being separated from your baby welling up inside of you.

Harry took your hand and led you back inside, “‘S okay, love. Mum’ll take great care of her.”

“I know she will,” you told him, your anxieties spilling out, “it’s just the first time we’ve been away from her. What if some kind of emergency happens, and we won’t be there?”

“If something happens, Mum will handle it and call us. I’m anxious too, my love, but she’ll be okay,” Harry murmured comfortingly, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you into him, gently running his fingers over your back.

Harry’s reassuring words put you more at ease, until he murmured in your ear, “Since we’ve got a little alone time now, was hopin we could spend most of the weekend in the bedroom.”

The anxiety of being separated from your baby morphed into an anxiety of a different kind. The brand new stretch marks and flaps of skin that adorned your body since you gave birth had almost completely dissolved your confidence. The idea of your husband seeing you naked now, though you would love to have sex with him since it had been a few months, terrified you. What if he didn’t like what he’d see anymore?

“Maybe later, H. Right now I’m starving.”

Which was at least true. You were so anxious about Mara leaving that you hadn’t eaten much all day.

Harry nodded understandingly, “Let’s get some food in yeh then, darling. Wanna go out or order in?”

“Order in,” you replied, “maybe that Indian place we like if that’s okay?”

“Anything yeh want is okay with me, lovely.”

You ordered your food quickly, not taking too long to decide what you wanted and then flopped onto the couch, tangling your limbs together as you picked out a serial killer documentary to watch to pass the time.

“I don’ understand why yeh like these s’ much. They’re so dark,” Harry commented.

“They’re fascinating,” you responded, “it’s grim but interesting to see into the mind of someone so messed up.”

“Whatever yeh say, lovie,” he said, pulling you closer to him, “I’ll watch anything yeh wan’ as long as I get to hold m’ pretty wife nice and close.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, even if you didn’t quite believe the pretty part anymore. You ended up getting so engrossed in the documentary that you didn’t even notice the food arrive.

When Harry got up to get the food, you whined in protest, enjoying the heat his body was providing you.

He laughed, “Be right back, lovely. Jus’ gettin’ food f’ my favorite person.”

“Didn’t know you were just getting food for yourself,” you quipped.

His eyes narrowed, “I know I’m a narcissist, but I love you just a little more than I love myself.”

“Wow, thank you, Harry. I feel so loved,” you said in a monotone voice as he grabbed the food from the delivery man.

Harry set the bag down on the coffee table and looked at you. As you were trying to figure out what was going on in that crazy brain of his, you suddenly got the wind knocked out of you, as a suspiciously Harry shaped figure threw himself on top of you!

“H!” you shrieked between bouts of laughter, “what the hell?!”

He laughed loudly, then moved to press kisses along any exposed skin he could reach, “Feeling loved yet?”

You snorted, trying to push him off of you, “You’re so annoying, Harry.”

“But yeh love me, right?”

You rolled your eyes, “I guess.”

Harry placed his hand over his heart, “Ouch! That stings!”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” you said sarcastically, “however can I make it up to you?”

Harry wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, “I can think of a few ways.”

“We have food to e-eat, Harry.”

But your voice wavered at the end as the quick kisses from before turned into slower, sloppier kisses around your neck.

“Not that interested in the food anymore, lovely. Haven’t been with yeh like this in four months,” he murmured, trailing his fingers toward the hem of your shorts.

But you grabbed his wrist, “Stop, H.”

He looked at you quizzically, but listened, pulling his hand away, “Everything okay, sweetheart? I’m sorry, I didn’ mean t’ overstep at all.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay, Harry. Not you, it’s me.”

“Talk to me, lovely,” he replied, cupping your face in his hands, “let me inside that pretty head of yours.”

“I’m not pretty anymore, not since I had the baby…” you trailed off.

Harry looked shocked, “What the hell are yeh talkin’ about?”

“I mean, my body looks awful! I haven’t lost any of my baby weight, and I have all of these gross stretchmarks and other blemishes that I didn’t have before! My boobs are all saggy and sore from having to feed Mara, and I always have bags under my eyes now. How could anyone still find me pretty?” you rambled, tears beginning to spring to your eyes.

Harry listened to you, looking quite upset. He certainly didn’t agree with you at all.

“Lovely, y’ the most beautiful person ’ve ever seen. All of those things yeh said before are perfectly natural! And how could I not find yeh beautiful? This body gave birth to our child, and that makes it the most beautiful thing in the world. I’m so lucky y’ mine, darlin, and even when we’re 80 years old and our hair is falling out, I will always think y’ more beautiful than the sunset, than diamonds, or than anything else,” his lips softly pressed to yours, then he pulled away again and looked you in the eyes, “can I show yeh how beautiful I think yeh are?”

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

“Yeah? Yeh sure?” he questioned again as his hands traveled to the hem of your tank top.

When you nodded your assent once more, he slowly lifted it over your head, giving you any chance to stop him. But you didn’t, so his lips trailed down to your chest, murmuring sweet nothings as he did so. When he got to your breasts, he massaged them gently, not wanting to make them more sore than they already were. It felt like heaven, having his massive hands softly rubbing on the tender flesh.

“Feels nice,” you told him, making him smile.

“I’ll give these more often then,” Harry replied, “gives me an excuse to hold y’ boobs.”

You rolled your eyes again, but there was a fond smile on your face, “Annoying.”

“Loving,” he shot back, kissing your chest lightly.

“That too,” you said, your smile growing.

Harry grinned at that, and he continued to make his way down your body, stopping at your stomach. You tensed up, and Harry noticed.

“Love your tummy, baby,” he said, kissing and rubbing your pudge, “love it s’ much.”

You didn’t know how he managed to make you feel so loved, but you were grateful for it. Tears came to yours eyes once more when you took in the moment, your husband lavishing his attention on your body and helping your insecurities slowly melt away. How did you get so lucky?

Harry noticed your wet eyes, “Still okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “just love you.”

That almost made Harry want to cry too, “Love yeh too. More than anything.”

His affections moved to your thighs then as he shimmied his way further down on the couch, lips trailing across the stretch marks that adorned your flesh.

“So pretty,” he said softly, “always love y’ thighs, baby. Especially when you let me in between them like this.”

He nudged them further apart and sucked marks into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“H,” you breathed, wanting more.

“Can I take y’ shorts off, baby? Wanna taste yeh s’ bad,” Harry asked.

You quickly nodded in agreement, and your husband tugged off your shorts and panties in one motion. He spread your lower lips apart, smirking in satisfaction when strings of your wetness began to coat his fingers.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he said almost to himself, “and so wet f’ me. Been a little while since ‘ve gotten t’ touch yeh like this, hasn’t it?”

You nodded, “Too long. Please touch me, H. No teasing.”

Harry knew that now wasn’t the time; your bodies missed each other too much. So he leaned in and sucked your clit right away, making your knees buckle.

“Shit, H,” you moaned as he lavished your clit with attention, not taking your time today.”

He pulled away temporarily to say, “Missed y’ pussy too much t’ wait,” before diving back in, licking at your slick hole.

You gasped and whined, instinctively closing your thighs around his head. Harry’s hands gripped your thighs and gently pulled them apart, not wanting to get rough with you today, but still needing a little space to work.

You breathed out a soft apology to which he said, “s’ alright. Jus’ try and keep them open f’ me.”

He squeezed your thighs gently before going back in again. The motions of his tongue on your depraved body made you want to cum already. You tried to hold off since you had barely been underneath him, but it had just been too long, and your pussy began to clench on his tongue. Sensing your impending orgasm, Harry took one of his hands off of your thighs and rubbed your clit expertly.

“O-oh, Harry. Harry!” you cried out as you saw stars, your hips gyrating against Harry’s mouth.

He groaned softly at his first taste of you in so long, eagerly licking up everything you had to give to him.

“God yeh taste fuckin incredible.”

Your cheeks grew warm as he leaned in to kiss you, your taste still lingering on his tongue.

When he pulled away, the look in his eyes softened, “Convince yeh that y’ beautiful yet?”

Your cheeks became even warmer as you gave him a bashful smile, “Not quite, but I feel much better than before,” your hand ran over his cheek, “I’m so lucky I have you.”

“Think ‘m the lucky one,” he replied, kissing your forehead.

Harry lined up his cock with your waiting hole, but not before putting on a condom at your request (“I’m not letting you knock me up again so soon, Styles!”).

“Ready f’ me?”

“Always.”

He pushed in slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust since it had been a while. Your pussy clenched around his cock, not used to being full anymore. But it was making it tough for Harry.

“Y’ gotta stop doin’ that, or ‘m gonna blow m’ load before we even get started.”

You giggled, “Now we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“Definitely not,” he replied, “need t’ fuck m’ pretty little wife.”

You leaned toward his ear, “Then do it.”

His first thrust had you moaning, and so did the one after that, and the one after that. It was gentle, soft, but so fucking hot. With every move he made, it was like he was showing you how deeply he wanted you, and how much he loved you. Your lips moved together sloppily in an imitation of a kiss as he gently yet passionately thrust into you. He murmured sweet nothings against your lips the whole time, reminding you how beautiful you are. It was truly making love in the best way possible.

“Close, H,” you gasped out after he started rubbing your clit.

“Can tell yeh are. Always know y’ gonna cum when I rub that little clit,” Harry said almost cockily.

But you knew he was right. Harry always knew what made you tick.

“Come with me, darlin,” he told you, his thrusts losing their previous rhythm as he approached his orgasm.

You couldn’t help but listen as your orgasm stole your breath from you. You could vaguely hear him moaning into your ear as his cum filled the condom stretched around his cock.

When you came down from your highs, he kissed you sweetly, telling you once again how much he loved you without using his words.

“Let me get a cloth and clean us up,” Harry said as he pulled out of you and took off and tied off the condom.

“Hurry back,” you replied, “that serial killer documentary is calling our name.”

You heard him laugh as he climbed up the stairs. He returned with a damp washcloth, and the condom had been disposed of. He spread your thighs open and wiped you clean, kissing you as he did so.

“Gonna run the cloth back upstairs,” he told you.

“Guess I should re-heat the food.”

He chuckled, “Probably. I don’ fancy eatin cold Indian takeaway.”

“Hey,” you said, pointing your finger at him, “cold takeout is delicious.”

“Whatever you say, honey!” he shouted as he went back up the stairs.

You got off of the couch reluctantly and popped your food into the microwave for a few minutes. Harry returned from upstairs and wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing patterns into your stomach as you waited for your food to reheat. When it was done, you took your plates and sat back down on the couch. Once you set your food down, Harry pulled you into his lap and you resumed the documentary as you ate.

“Didn’t realize how badly we needed this until it happened,” you mentioned.

Harry nodded, “Yeah, it’ll be nice t’ just spend the weekend lazing around the house. I’ll have fun doing anything yeh want, as long as it’s with yeh.”

You smiled, kissing him softly before returning your attention to your documentary. Yeah, you definitely married the right guy.

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Barber Lady Spa Day

Summary: The ladies enjoy an evening spa day. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Concerned Andy, Scared Andy, Confident Ladies, BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber, Annoyed Reader, Minors DNI

A/N: Sorry. In the mood to write today. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please send me your feedback, friends!

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Andy walks through the door and immediately begins searching for his girls. They’re not in the kitchen, although he sees some pork chops, seasoned rice, and…green beans?

Not the french-style, but the southern-style. Which meant she had simmered them fresh with seasonings, onions, and smoked turkey meat for hours.

Yes. Andy was a lucky man.

“Alright, ladies.” He mumbles. “Where are you hiding? Daddy misses you, you sweet, sweet monsters.” His first wife had been, well, a treat. And not in a good way. And, of course, he’d loved his son. But living in a house with a bunch of women - it was both a nightmare and a joy. He feared the day when and if they all started, uh, cycling together.

His girls, all three, made him laugh. They made him cry. They scared the shit out of him. Because they all, in their own way, were fearless. How on earth did you protect three fearless women? Three stubborn women who didn’t and wouldn’t always readily ask for his help and protection? He could literally be *right there* next to them and nothing.

One of his babies was two. One was six. And the other, well, he knew better than to mention her age. But his girls would all willingly stand in front of him and defend him against whoever was talking shit. They would readily fight someone before calling him over. Yeah, he was lucky. His scary ass ladies. He wouldn’t wish them on his worst enemy. He didn’t even think they could ever be kidnapped.

Because whoever did it would bring them back so fast.

And yes, in the back of his mind, he worried about the fact that his beautiful girls were, well, black. What would that mean for his daughters? This had been on his mind for awhile, and he wasn’t quite sure how to approach his wife about it. Deep down, he knew he could just blurt it out, and she’d understand. But still…his girls…

As much as he wanted to split himself in threes and hide in everybody’s trunk or backseat just in case something happened, in case somebody said or did something, he couldn’t.

Pushing the darker thoughts aside, up the stairs he goes. He needed his ladies. That would help the bad thoughts go away. As long as they were in the house, with him, there was no need to worry.

“Y/N. BiBi. KitCat. Daddy’s home. Where are you?” Andy calls as he makes his way towards your bedroom.

He walks in and then jumps. Yes, jumps. “Ahhh!”

Because he sees three small women sitting on the bed in pink bathrobes with their faces smothered in green-looking mud and their hair in bonnets just staring at him.

“Hello.” His wife greets him. “We’re having a spa night.”

“I see that.” He scrubs a tired hand over his beard. “But ladies, I thought the last time we talked, we agreed about giving Daddy a warning before you put on the war paint. You all kind of look like -”

“Like what? Like three paragons of beauty?” You growl. “Because this is what beauty entails. It’s a facial mask, darling.” You wave your hand around your face.

“Yeah, Daddy. We like beauty!” Says BiBi.

“Woof! Like booty!” Echoes an eager KitCat.

“Close, sissy.” BiBi mutters.

“You all look hostile.” Andy murmurs before he can stop himself. And then he shrinks under the weight of your collective glares. He clears his throat and looks away. “You all are gorgeous, of course. I’m the most amazing, the luckiest, most fortuitous man to ever walk this earth, okay?” He responds, palms up. “And dinner downstairs looks great, umm…

“We do porky chops!” Yells KitCat. “For Dada! Mama, my face no move.”

“She’s right,” you inform him. “Your girls cooked for you tonight. BiBi helped pick the stems off the green beans, and we all added the onions to the pot, which is why we needed to relax, de-onionize, and destress. KitCat also added the garlic to everything. She’s very good at that.” KitCat lifts up a little leg and does a small dance.

“But we look hostile. How about that the mask on our faces hardens as it works and dries so that we can’t smile?”

“Jesus.” Andy mutters.

“I know for a fact that those chops are juicy, but I hope whichever one you pick is tough and unpalatable.” You growl. “Also, I’m happy you’re home safe and sound, and if you want in on the next Spa Day then we will include you.”

END

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htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 years

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DITOEFTV headcanons with OG!Penelope and OG!Ivonne 2

♡OG!Penelope's definitely got her beautiful looks from her mom who I think looks very voluptuous too and has turquoise eyes, Penny only got her blue eyes from her dad but eventually turned green. Her mom was a sweet, good natured, no-bullcrap sort of women who was kind of cool and charmingly confident girl with a scary temper like Marinette from MLB where Penny gets her daring side from.

♡I'd like to think she has wizard blood and had a bit of magic but never used it since wizards were octrasized and dreamt of being a fashion designer too, she was super good at sewing like making clothes/toys and made plentiful of them for Penny. She also had a devoted lover who was Penelope's father but he passed away which left her to become a merchant to travel around selling clothes/toys she made and being a single mom, she was very protective towards Penny and taught her to sew too until her passing.

♡Ivonne's mom would be just like OG!Ivonne; a kind women yet can be stubborn too, beautiful but not voluptuous in anyway, making her look like a sensible duchess/wife/mother in those days when she was still alive. Being a girl there wasn't much she could do to have fun so she loved to attend to the garden she grew as a hobby as said in the novel with Ivonne who she baby-ed over more than her sons. I think she would have amber or black eyes that make her look approachable unlike her husband.

♡If Penny managed to save OG!Ivonne, Ivonne would've faced discrimination and deal with rumours of her being a monster who attacked the imperial palace and ruined the Eckarts reputation, thanks to Leila. So Ivonne would go through the exact same treatment as Penelope dealt with for years and stay in the mansion for her own good until the rumours die down with the help of the Duke, Derrick and Reynold trying to fix everything.

♡Derrick would have difficulty talking to her too, both bc of trauma/guilt of 'killing' her and getting her lost in the first place, and maybe even guilt for Penelope who left the duchy. Reynold would be less hesitant to talk to Ivonne but would still feel guilty to be happy that his lost sister is alive--not just bc he partially got her lost in the first place, but also bc Penny saved her despite him giving her hell all just for Ivonne. As these two wankers should.

♡This is canon already but after retiring the Duke would pick up on a hobby of gardening since he has nothing else to do in the mansion but also it was something that his late wife liked to do, maybe a sign as him finally moving on and feeling comfortable to remember her now instead of avoiding thinking of her by focusing on work like he's always done, which Penny helped by motivating him to grow Ellen wick roses bc he thinks it's her

♡Though Ivonne would love that he's taking on gardening since he's always been busy with work all her life and uses this time to finally be able to spend time with him which was missed due to Leila taking over her body, and there they'll share memories of the late duchess together and bond together again, with the Duke more motivated to be kinder to his daughters after what happened with Leila and Penelope. Meanwhile OG!Penny would go on world travels, finally live freely on her own.

♡After leaving the duchy Penny would finally do whatever she likes, earn her own money through performing her music as how she's always dreamt of. The Duke would fully support her if she didn't have enough money and protection, in big gratitude for saving Ivonne and big guilt for not being able to be a better father for her, so Penny is out there thriving peacefully no more stress instead of feeling like she's wasting away her life again like back at the duchy, brooding.

♡Callisto fell in love with Ivonne bc of Leila brainwashing and using the 'my sibling hates me' card to get him to be on her side but he would understand Penny more bc he'll see she's the one who's under her sibling's shadow, has a bad dad and is constantly being targetted by everything like he is so I think he would've fell in love and sided with her first anyway than Ivonne, seeing how he reacted when he met Leila in the novel

♡I don't think Penny would like Callisto bc being the kind of fragile princess who prefers a normal nice man, she would be so frightened of him more than falling in love with him. She'd just refuse to go any near him for the sake of her life, hoping he'd go away and feel like fainting like everyone else's normal reaction would be, being up close to this giant scary prince. Callisto meanwhile would pout that she thinks of him that way but do his best to seem nicer

♡Vinter also canonically said that he wasn't in love with Ivonne in the first place so I think the male leads would've fell in love with Penny first since they would feel more sorry for her than Ivonne if it weren't for Leila cursing all wizards to be ostracized and brainwashing them all beforehand, and Penny got the chance to show how good of a person she is. Btw I don't think OG!Penny was jealous of the male leads in love with Ivonne at all, since she was still cold to everyone.

♡I think she was more jealous that Ivonne got to be seen as good in everyone's eyes, has better treatment, didn't have a reason for everyone to be mean to her and quickly assume every trouble she suffered was immediately her fault instead of caring for her and defending her first no matter what the situation was, like they do for Ivonne. She just wants justice and affirmation that she's cared for, not romance bc she's too good for men and she's too prideful to be jealous about that.

♡in more detail OG!Penelope would've been super fickle with everything from what she wanted to eat, what she wanted to wear or whatever she wanted to do. Emily canonically said that she never went near any salty/greasy food so I imagine she was like Marie Antoinette; only eating veges and fish for lunch, simple broths for dinner and snacked on fruits a lot. She has super keen eyes and really good tastes in fashion, being a daughter of her mother who did sewing as a hobby.

♡Not only did she was picky with food and clothes, but she had her own custom made cosmetics and perfumes. Og!Penelope was also ironically smart on how to make her skin look so good so she uses the best quality products and stays away from products which she knows is bad for her skin, and she's so strict with it that she HAS to get the same products or else her maids will experience hell.

♡The Ellen Wick rose gave me an idea that she loves pastel apricot/coral pink colours but only wore dark colors since she sadly thinks it looks better on her as the evil villain that everyone pressures her to be. So due to her stressful life, OG!Penelope would've used smelling salts, essential oils and perfumes as aromatherapy other than listening to music since everyone making her depressed can be really draining. Her favourite scents would be floral, sweet, powdery like your mom's makeup and fruity.

♡ Being obsessed with beauty, Penelope would have her own custom made cosmetics too. She has natural coral pink/apricot blush and lips so she likes to wear makeup in those colours and wear turquoise eyeshadow or blue liner on her waterline like princess Diana to bring out her eyes which she also takes pride of since she wants to feel like she's still prettier with green eyes than blue eyes, but she'd also rock a pastel lavender eyeshadow and champagne glitter.

♡With nothing to do, she goes on long walks and sight see like admiring the flowers in the garden or the view around the Eckart mansion to calm down as said in the novel, she liked to go up the east hill to admire the fireworks every year. It would make sense if she also had a habit to daydream while doing so, being alone and wishing to live a better life where she'd be just at least be happy, and to also help pass time and make up for all the nightmares she mostly has.

♡If Penny wasn't called the crazy maddog of the eckarts and got the chance to show that she was a good person, she would be referred as 'snow queen/ice princess of the eckart', 'doll of the eckart' or 'the snow daughter/sister of the eckart' for her cold wintery appearance, cold shade pink hair, glass/ice-like eyes and quiet/reserved yet almost cutely shy and kind personality, also a bit bubbly. I have two headcanons of her personality if she lived happily

♡Based on the reincarnated Penelope, she's cold, reserved, admirable, cool yet shy, cute and kind like the one I mentioned above. Or she's very bubbly, a bit cheeky, good natured to the point she's angelic, sweet, kind, affectionate like a puppy yet clever, hates anything happening to her friends/family bc she cherishes them, a bit immature but not stubborn as Ivonne. The bubbly version of her is more likely to be the real her but I pick the snow queen personality ofc.

♡I believe Og!Penelope probably would've always wanted to play an instrument like a flute, violin, piano or a harp and adored music since she's always alone and it's the only thing that keeps her entertained--especially during gatherings where there's musicians but she couldn't get a music teacher or an instrument bc Reynold and Derrick would say things like 'wow now you're just buying everything' or 'can you even play it?' which would make her too embarrassed to ask

♡OR she always dreamt of being a musician since she was a child bc she first heard music from freeloading performers in the streets and was smitten by the songs they played, dreaming or becoming a musician. Other than that, with good tastes in fashion and being taught to sew by her mom, Penny would be super good at fashion designing too like her mom and draw her own clothes to fit her style and show seamstresses as reference of what dresses she wants.

♡Penelope just gives me that powerful 'busy worker woman' vibe bc of her antisocial-ness and no-bullcrap personality so I imagine her sitting at her desk designing her own clothes or writing music, just too busy to chat or fall in love with anyone. If she didn't care what others would say and did music, she would so good at writing music and maybe even become a composer, spending more time working than shopping since she finally has something to do in her lonely boring life.

♡Tbh I don't think Reynold has much of a hobby, like I can imagine Derrick being a reader but I can't imagine someone brazen as Reynold who isn't as busy as Derrick sitting still to read books so I think he just wanders about the mansion like going for a walk, chat with the servants and maids/family or just go to naps since this dude canonically sleeps like a rock which sort of....fits him and makes sense? Or he would meet up with his friends, idk.

♡Ivonne on the other hand would definitely do gardening as a hobby as it says in the novel she looked after her mom's garden which she takes pride of since it's the only thing left of her mom who she adored. But other than that, she loves to go to chat with the maids and servants bc she just hates being bored or being somewhere quiet for more than 5 seconds since she LOVES to talk. She pouts when everyone says they can't talk with her and has to go to work.

♡I like to think Penelope has dainty apricot/coral pink coloured blush and lips while Ivonne has cutesy reddish blush and lips, as if switching tone of colours so their skin doesn't blend and camouflage in with their hair colours. Penelope would do a cat eyeliner to match her sharp frosty eyes while Ivonne does a puppy eyeliner look since Ivonne is someone soft who looks like a kicked puppy when they're sad.

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She Deserves To Have Your Name (A FrankenWolf Fic)

Howdy, dearies! This is my first stab at writing Frankenwolf (squeee!) and this fic is for @stardreamer28, who came up with the idea—hope you don’t mind me borrowing it for a while! It’s pretty soft, bc the premise is “Victor wants to simplify/modernize his last name for a Frankenwolf baby, but Ruby doesn’t want that to happen” and that really can’t be anything but domesticity with a sprinkle of Frankenwolf-typical angst. Read on and have fun!

Victor rested his chin on top of Ruby’s head. Her hair was soft and smelled vaguely of peach; he wasn’t sure if it was her shampoo, or if the diner had been making an unusual amount of peach pies lately.

He had really come to enjoy their Saturday afternoons together in the apartment. Now that Ruby had entered her third trimester, Granny Lucas insisted on restricting her work hours to the mornings so she could exercise or rest for the remainder of the day. In a little while, Victor was sure Ruby would sigh, stretch, and get up to change into her running clothes. She’d taken up running after the Dark Curse broke and swore she would keep it up until she was actually in labor.

Of course, it had been hard for Victor to get his own shifts rearranged, especially considering how few doctors there seemed to be in Storybrooke, but Victor had sacrificed Tuesday and Wednesday nights to the hospital in exchange, and he thought the bargain was worth it.

“I’ve been thinking about names for the baby,” Ruby said. Victor loved how her sharp voice melted into the most gentle tone when she talked about their as-yet-unnamed child. “Maybe Lydia after Granny?”

“She has a first name?”

Ruby shifted to look up at Victor, her face caught between laughing and frowning. “Of course she does! She wasn’t born a grandma.” She settled for chuckling as she draped herself back against Victor’s side. “What do you think?”

“Lydia.” Victor considered it. Names had power, even in his land of origin, and he wanted to be careful not to pick the wrong one for his baby girl. “I’m not sure.”

“It would sound really nice with Frankenstein,” Ruby offered.

“About that....I think we should renovate my surname for her. Frank would suit this world a lot better, and it doesn’t have the same baggage that Frankenstein does.” Victor had been devastated to learn how the Land Without Magic viewed him, and since they had lived unaware of their own magical worlds for nearly three decades, most of Storybrooke had developed a similar wariness of him. His daughter didn’t deserve to grow up with a name that was cumbersome both for its length and for its connotations.

“Absolutely not,” Ruby said. That sweet voice took on a hard edge; Victor knew she meant business. “Doctor Whale wasn’t the man I fell in love with. Doctor Whale isn’t the man I’m having a baby with. Victor Frankenstein is. And he’s also the man Lydia is going to grow up idolizing and loving and trying to emulate.”

“I hope she doesn’t.”

Ruby sat up again, leaning her elbows on her knees. One hand subconsciously went to rest on her now-prominent baby bump. “Vic, she’s going to have problems no matter which of us she wants to be like. She’ll probably be a werewolf, although hopefully there won’t be any boyfriend-eating in her future. And I bet she has all of your big, beautiful brains, and maybe she’ll use them for things other people don’t understand—but that doesn’t mean those things will be bad. Maybe she’ll perfect your science, who knows?”

She took Victor’s hand, twisting the gold band around his finger for emphasis. “The point is, our girl is going to own her heritage, and she deserves to do it with her father’s name as well as his legacy.”

Victor searched the depths of Ruby’s hazel-brown eyes. While he could never decide what exact color her irises were, he could always decipher her mood from them. And he found nothing but sincerity and earnestness.

He had once hoped his name would stand for life. It had been the only goal on his mind. But if Ruby could live with the name Frankenstein, and if she thought their daughter could manage it as well, then perhaps it was time for their name to stand for something else: their family.

“Lydia Frankenstein it is, then,” he agreed.

Ruby grinned (she was wearing her favorite red lipstick even for relaxing at home) and patted Victor on the knee. “Nice to have that settled before the pup is born,” she said teasingly. Victor would be the first to admit he’d dragged his feet, but he wouldn’t have let it get that far. “Now, do you want to come with me on my run?”

The answer was always no; running wasn’t Victor’s preferred method of exercise. He’d seen a lot of forty- or fifty-year-old joggers need joint replacements, and he wasn’t about to join them. Ruby, he figured, had extra endurance from her wolf gene, and probably didn’t need to worry about it.

He did help her off the couch, though. It was old and a little bit saggy, and she was getting rather round in the middle, which was a difficult combination to manage.

Lydia Frankenstein. Victor tried to picture her. She had Ruby’s compassionate eyes, which turned yellow under full moonlight, and slightly-too-sharp canine teeth. She had Victor’s own honey-blonde hair and she was wearing one of his lab coats.

Or maybe she had blue eyes, like Victor, and she had dark curls and wore faux-fur and a waitress’s apron. Whatever combination of her parents she was, she would also be her own person, free to make her own mistakes and gain her own notoriety.

After all, that seemed to be what Frankensteins, by blood or by marriage, did best.

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