#who would give us messages from his god dad

[mmurderhousewrites]

Rich Baby Daddy pt. one (sukuna x reader)

Summary: You're invited to a party by a close friend and end up bumping into someone from your past.

Warnings: none.

The mornings used to be your favorite. Waking up next to your hunk of a man. The sun shining through your bedroom windows. Oh how you missed those lovely mornings.

Now however, your mornings consisted of you waking up at the crack of dawn due to your crying 4 year old. bathing and clothing not only yourself but your child as well, making breakfast, and somehow managing to get to work on time.

Now on your days off, if you were lucky, Yuji, your son, would sleep in. And if god was somehow on your side that day, your baby daddy might even come pick up his son for awhile, giving you some free time. But those days were rare considering Sukuna is a business man.

Sukuna is the CEO of jujutsu tech, a huge electronic corporation. you had met him through your close friend getou and hit it off. Eventually you two moved in with each other and not long after that he got you pregnant.

Times have changed though unfortunatley. Sukuna is a very hard working man, so hardworking that he put his job before his own family. About a year after yuji was born you decided to leave after getting into a big argument with sukuna, taking yuji with you.

At first you stayed with your parents for a while before finding yourself a cute apartment in the city, it was a two bedroom 1 and a half bathroom. That's where you and yuji have been ever since.

You and your baby dad have had a neutral relationship ever since, sukuna of course always trying to get you to go back but times have changed and you are a new woman.

As of now it was about 1:00pm. You worked as a journalist in the new station in the city, not to far from your apartment. sitting at your desk, going through old news feed, your phone dings.

Looking over you see youve gotten a message. It was from Getou.

Geto: hey, theres some kind of party later a friend of mine is hosting. Wanted to know if u were interested in being my plus 1 ;p

You giggle to yourself. What a flirt. You could always drop yuji off to your parents for the night, after all they loved your little pink haired baby. And on top of that you could use a night out.

Quickly typing back to geto you respond,

Me: Sounds interesting.. Whats the dresscode?

geto: formal. I figure you might get a good story out of one of these rich folks huh?

Me: hmmm i think im sold suguru.

geto: great! ill pick you up at 8.

"L/N! I'm not paying you to text on your phone! I need a story!" You hear your boss, Mark yell from his office behind you.

You roll your eyes before collecting your things, standing up you head over to marks office. "The Richardsons are hosting a party tonight, i'm gonna see what tea i can find. I know the juliani"s are hiding something." You say leaning against the door frame.

"yeah well the Juliani's have a mind of their own."

"im gonna leave to go get ready." you say turning around, heading to the exit.

"L/N!" Mark calls out to you making you stop and turn to face him. "be careful. I don't need another Journalist coming up missing." You nod your head before leaving the building and heading to the parking lot.

It was true, the last journalist who went to investage the Juliani family, they turned up missing. In fact it was your coworker Nobara Kugisaki. Police reports were made out by her family about a week ago and nothing has come up.

you shivered as you walked to your car, the cold making it so you can see your breathe. Once you reached your car, a small 2020 Honda civic, you opened your door and put your bags in.

"Y/n" you freeze, hearing that oh so sexy voice say your name for the first time in what? months?

Turning around you find yourself face to face with the man you once loved, oh who are you kidding still love. He was wearing a long black coat and black jeans, his pink hair ruffled as usual and his tattoos just added to his handsome features.

"ryo- what are you doing here?" You ask, crossing your arms.

He walks closer to you, making you take a step back, leaning against your cars back door.

"i just wanted to see you." He says quietly, swiping a piece of your hair out of your face and behind your ear. You can't help but blush.

Pushing his hand away, you roll your eyes. "What are you really here for" you werent an idiot. Sukuna is a powerful man and busy one at that, there was no way he got out of work just to come see you.. especially considering he barely seen your son. But you couldn't be mad after all he was sending you checks every few weeks with at least 3,000$ on them.. so he was still providing for you and yuji in a way.

He chuckles, "I heard youre going to that party later with Getou.."

Was he serious right now? "What about it?" You question, eyebrow perking up.

"Don't go." He says darkly.

"Are you kidding me? What are you jealous? I'm a grown woman i deserve a night out once in a while!" You say before turning away and hoping in your car.

Sukuna leans against your window, so you roll it down. "Look kitten, if i were you i'd actually listen to your baby dad for once. It's not gonna be pretty" he smiles before backing away from your car.

You take this opportunity to pull out of the parking lot, making your way to yuji's daycare.

When you arrive at the daycare. You are first greeted by gojo, one of the daycare teachers and also getou's best friend.

"Well hello there Y/N! Here for yuuji?" Gojo asks, leaning towards you. "Its nap time right now so the children are asleep."

"Well unfortunately i'm going to have ti disturb his sleep because we have a pretty busy schedule for tonight" you laugh. "How have you been?" You havent really had a conversation with gojo in a while, you and him werent close, maybe because of how much of an extrovert he is.

"Im alriiight! I got a new apartment on 37th its a real beautyy." He drags on.

"Nice! Thats good to here" gojo pulls out his walky talky and yells loudly, "yuji has an early dismissal!!"

Next thing you know, theres a bunch of crying children in the next room over. What an idiot. You mentally facepalm.

Shoko, another daycare teacher comes out with yuji in her arms. He looks over to you and smiles.

After you get yuji and yourself situated in the car, you guys make your way over to your parents house. You had called them on your way to get yuji and of course they were more then thrilled to take yuji for the night.

Your parents lived anout 25 minutes away from the city so the drive wasnt too bad. Yuji was in his carseat playing on his ipad and minding his business.

"Mommy can i have 100$" your four year old says randomly. You cant help but laugh loudly.

"What do you need $100 for butt?" You ask, looking back at your som through the rear view mirror.

"I want a trampoline" he says, looking at you.

"You already have a trampoline at Nana's house and youre going there right now."

"But thats at nana's i want my own! My friend megumi has one at his house" he says, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah yeah."

After dropping your sin off to your parents, and making your way make home, you look through your closet trying to find a decent formal dress. You did have quit a few dresses considering you and sukuna would attend parties and other get togethers for business reasons.

Coming across a long black velvet dress you stop your search. This dress is skin tight and strapless, but has small diamonds adorned around the dress, making it sparkle just right.

Once you got dressed and finished your makeup, you put your hair up into a slick back ponytail, and added a little star charm clip to go with it. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Though your choice in heels would definitely make your feet sore after a night of dancing, looking good is what truly mattered. After all you were really only going to collect some dirt on any of the business men doing work with the Juliani's.

Tonight sure was going to be interesting.

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[juniperskye]

What are the chances?

Sneak peek: Aaron and you match on Tinder and have been messaging back and forth over the summer…who’d have thought that meet the teacher night would bring him face to face with the woman he’s been sexting.

Aaron Hotchner x Teacher! Reader

Smut/Fluff

Word count: 5335

I have been writing this for weeks and I’m not sure about it – feedback is welcomed (as long as its constructive) Also I am using personal knowledge of teaching (as I work in a school) if it doesn't match your personal experiences I am sorry. Not edited - please be kind.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, language, sexting, tinder, online dating, explicit description of sexual activity, age gap (legal - Aaron is 45 Reader is 26), unsolicited sexual messages via dm, mentions of Jack, New Girl reference, mentions of school, teaching, insecurities, mentions of cheating, let me know if I missed anything!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Your phone buzzing pulled your attention away from the book you’d been reading. The notification illuminating your screen was one that filled you with dread.

You had joined Tinder at the suggestion of your colleague, she claimed that after your last relationship plus the significant amount of time you’ve been single equated to you needing to join the dating app.

This on its own wasn’t what was tying your stomach in knots, that was the fact that since you’d downloaded the god forsaken app you’d received a disturbing amount of unsolicited dick pics. Tonight, however, would bring a positive change. You had swiped right on a particularly handsome man a few days ago and had been silently hoping to match with him ever since. You had honestly given up hope until now.

Swiping over on the notification to launch the app would allow you to remind yourself of how handsome this guy actually was.

“Alright Aaron let’s take another look at this profile” you mumbled to yourself as you slid further down the couch.

Scrolling through his pictures you couldn’t help but smile. He only had three, but they were good. The first picture was a close up of him in a suit, he wore a subtle smile and his eyes looked so inviting. The second picture was him in a black T-shirt he looked as though he’d been laughing or maybe talking, a big grin on his face. The third photo…this one left your mouth dry. He’d clearly been on a golf course, the photo taken without his knowledge, but his arms…the way they were flexed and the veins that bulged in his forearms and hands. God the thoughts you had about what he could do with those hands.

You shook your head, trying to rid your mind of the vulgar thoughts you were having about this perfect stranger. He was hot, you couldn’t deny it, but his bio drew you in even further, it was to the point but definitely had you wanting to know more.

I’m a single dad and a workaholic. I love the Beatles. Looking for something real.

It felt like someone may have guided him through it, but you could tell the sentiment was genuine. He was a single dad and you loved that he wasn’t hiding that. It wasn’t something that would deter you from getting to know him either. You loved kids, that’s why you’d become a teacher.

You had mentioned that in your bio, it was short and sweet and exactly you.

I’m a 3rd grade teacher, I love music and reading, and yes, “I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours!”.

You’d thought about messaging him right away but ultimately decided against it. Not wanting to seem too eager, you’d give it some time and who knows, maybe he’d even message you first.

It had been an entire week since you’d swiped right and now he was finally messaging you. He’d kept it pretty simple, but it was late and given the previous messages you’d received at this hour, you were feeling pretty weary about opening his message.

A: Hello, I wanted to message you sooner, but I wasn’t sure how to start this conversation.

Y: Hi 😊 and no worries I get it. Online dating doesn’t exactly have the same effect as an in-person conversation.

A: Precisely. How are you?

Y: I’m doing good, tired. You?

A: I’m good, thank you.

A: I’m so sorry, I travel for work and am currently on the west coast, I didn’t even factor in the time difference.

Y: Don’t apologize! I’m the one who is awake at this ungodly hour. I should probably head to sleep though.

A: Yes, get some rest. Could I message you tomorrow and try this again?

Y: Absolutely, I’m looking forward to it! Goodnight Aaron!

A: Goodnight.

You woke up feeling pretty good, it was nice to not have to wake up at 6:00 am every morning. Once of the perks of being a teacher was the breaks. You were, however, thankful to be at a school that allowed a twelve-month contract which meant your paychecks continued through the summer. You had also made some extra cash by creating and selling assignments through teachers-pay-teachers (TPT) and by holding virtual tutoring sessions for students who were struggling.

Today you were just planning to create a few different anchor charts to upload for sale on your TPT account. You had just finished designing one for homophones vs. homographs and were ready to upload it when your phone buzzed. When you noticed the notification, you couldn’t help but smile.

A: Good morning

Y:  Good morning! How are you?

A: I’m well, glad to be going home. How are you?

Y: Right, you had said you were on the west coast, is that for work?

Y: And I am good, thank you.

A: Yes, I unfortunately have to travel a lot for work. Your bio says you’re a teacher, that’s really incredible, how long have you been teaching?

Y: Travelling for work must take the excitement out of the actual travel.

Y: And thank you! I have been teaching for 5 years now! I love it so much; the kids make all the paperwork and administrative stuff worth it!  

A: It is so great that you have that passion. It seems that it’s becoming increasingly rare.

Y: What about you? I see you’re a federal agent, is that right?

A: Yeah, I am. It’s not as glamorous as it may sound.

Y: I would think it’s busy, and hard work. Especially with you travelling while having kids at home.

A: It is, it’s nice to talk to someone who understands that. I just have one kid, a son, he’s almost 8.

Y: That is a good age!

A: It really is, he’s coming into his own.

A: I just saw the time; I have a plane to go catch. Can we talk again soon?

Y: I would really like that. Have a safe flight Aaron.

**One Month later**

The two of you had talked nearly every day for the past month. He was everything you could’ve hoped for; kind, funny, charming, he asked you about yourself and your job. You were really enjoying talking to him and he must’ve shared those feelings because he had recently asked you to switch over from Tinder to texting.

Aaron and you hadn’t had the chance to meet in person yet, but you texted frequently. In the time you’ve been talking, he’d been out of town a total of three times. The first was when you’d matched, he was somewhere on the west coast then. He was back for two days from that trip before he left again, that time was a short stint in the Midwest. And the most recent time, which he was just getting back from was a whole week, somewhere nearby, you knew based on the fact that you remained in the same time zone.

Getting to know each other had been going well, you two asked one another deep questions instead of surface level stuff. You’d talked about your dreams and how you hoped to continue teaching for a few more years before moving up into the administration side of things, and Aaron had shared that he used to be a prosecutor and while he couldn’t share much about his current job, he shared what he might do when he was done at the FBI. He informed you that you had inspired him and that he’d been considering teaching classes at the local university.

Connecting with him was easy, so easy in fact that you’d both admitted to having deleted your dating apps. You had told Aaron that you really wanted to meet him, and he had agreed with you, and so you had set up a tentative date for the following Friday, provided work doesn’t call him away.

Naturally, work did call him away. He’d texted you as soon as he found out. Short but sweet.

Aaron: Hey, I am so sorry, but we got a case. We’re headed to the tarmac now. Raincheck?

You: Oh, no worries! I understand, have a safe flight. Will you let me know when you land?

Aaron: Of course, I’ll talk to you later sweetheart.

You couldn’t help but blush at the name. Aaron and you hadn’t used pet names or even discussed it…hell, you hadn’t really discussed anything about what you were or where you were headed. You had figured that you would have that discussion over dinner, only now that wasn’t happening.

In all honesty you were starting to lose your resolve. Since you had started talking to Aaron, you hadn’t talked to any other men, which meant you hadn’t been intimate with any other men. You were starting to feel pretty restless. You’d thought about texting him, but again, you had no idea what this thing you were doing was. You had tried to push the feeling aside, keeping yourself busy by watching TV and cutting out materials for your classroom.

It was nearly 10 pm when your phone lit up. You looked down to see Aaron’s contact light up your screen, a smile taking form on your lips.

Aaron: Hey sweetheart, how was your day?

You: Hey! It was productive, I got a lot of prep work done for my class. How was your day?

Aaron: It was long, and brutal. I would much rather be there with you.

This was it; he was opening the door; you would just have to see how far he wanted this to go…would he invite you in given the chance?

You: I’d love it if you were here. I’m just lying in bed.

Aaron: You are?

You: Yeah, just here in bed. Thinking about you.

Aaron: I’ve been thinking about you too.

You: Yeah? How so?

Aaron: Sweetheart, I don’t want you to think that this is just some ploy. I like you; I really do, and I want to meet you in person.

You: I like you too Aaron and I know you wouldn’t do that. I’d also really love for you to continue…I really need to know what you’ve been thinking about.

Aaron: God sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about all the things I’d like to do with you.

Aaron: I’d love to start by grabbing your face and kissing those beautiful lips.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you read Aaron's text. Your heart begins to race, anticipation bubbling up inside you. The words on the screen ignite a flame of desire deep within your core, making it impossible to resist the growing heat between your legs.

You: Mmm, that sounds amazing. I can almost feel your lips on mine already.

Aaron: I want to taste every inch of you. Starting with your mouth, then trailing my kisses down your neck.

The mere thought of Aaron's lips exploring your body sends a surge of wetness between your thighs. You imagine him leaving gentle, lingering kisses along the curve of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below your earlobe.

You: Yes, please. I want to feel your lips everywhere.

Aaron: I'd slowly remove your shirt, teasingly revealing the soft skin underneath until it’s off completely, exposing your beautiful breasts.

You can't help but squirm in bed, the tingling warmth between your legs intensifying with every word. The anticipation builds as you imagine Aaron's hands brushing against your skin, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along the curve of your breasts.

You: Oh God, that sounds incredible. I can’t wait to feel your touch, Aaron.

Aaron: And I can’t wait to give it to you, my sweet girl. I'd worship every inch of your body, my hands guiding my lips and tongue to explore you.

Your breath catches in your throat as the images flood your mind, each one more tantalizing than the last. You can almost feel the soft brush of his lips against your collarbone, the way his tongue would flick against your sensitive flesh.

You: Please, Aaron. I need you now. I can't wait any longer.

Aaron: Patience, sweetheart. We'll meet soon, and when we do, I promise to fulfill your every desire.

As you read Aaron's response, a mix of relief and disappointment washes over you. You understand the need for caution, but the ache within you grows stronger with each passing minute. The desire to feel Aaron's touch, to have him consume you completely, becomes almost unbearable.

You: Okay, Aaron. I trust you.

Aaron: Good girl. Now, close your eyes and imagine my hands tracing circles on your thighs. Slowly inching higher, closer to where you crave me the most.

You follow his command, closing your eyes and allowing your mind to paint vivid images of his touch. The sensation of his warm hands on your thighs sends shivers down your spine as you imagine his fingers inching closer to your pulsating core.

You: Oh yes, Aaron. I can nearly feel your hands on me, the anticipation is almost unbearable. Every nerve ending in my body burns for your touch.

Aaron: That's it, my sweet girl. Imagine my fingers brushing against your wetness, teasingly circling your throbbing clit, driving you to the edge.

Your breath hitches in your throat. The images in your mind become more vivid, your body responding to the phantom touch that you crave with every fiber of your being.

You: Yes, Aaron. I can feel it. My body is on fire for you.

Aaron: I can practically see the uncontrollable desire in your eyes, sweet girl. I bet you look so pretty when you cum.

Your heart races with a mixture of excitement and frustration. The words exchanged between you and Aaron ignite a passionate flame within you, but the distance between you only fuels the longing for his touch. For now, you must find solace in the words that pass between you, allowing your imaginations to create a world where your desires can run wild.

You: I can't wait for the moment when this all becomes reality.

Aaron: It will be worth the wait, my sweet girl. Until then, tell me what you’ve been thinking about. Tell me what you want me to do to you.

You close your eyes, mind racing with a whirlwind of untamed thoughts and secret desires. With each passing moment, the explicit nature of your conversation with Aaron intensifies, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. The electrifying tension between you grows with every tantalizing word exchanged, pushing the boundaries of your imagination further than ever before. You find yourself under Aaron's spell, eager to confess the deepest, darkest corners of your desires.

You: Aaron, I want you to take control. I want to be at your mercy, to feel the weight of your dominance. Do with me as you please.

Aaron: My sweet girl, I will claim you as mine, marking every inch of your body with my touch.

Your body trembles in anticipation of your approaching orgasm. Every nerve ending tingles and pulses, craving the touch of Aaron's hands, his lips, his body against yours. The air is thick with desire as you imagine surrendering yourself to him completely. You slide two fingers into your pulsing heat, slowly thrusting them in and out, imagining Aaron was the one providing you such pleasure.

Aaron: Give yourself over to me. Let go sweetheart. I want to push you to your limits and then pull you back.

Your fingers move faster, matching the rhythm of your racing heart. The room seems to spin as you find yourself on the precipice of ecstasy. One final thrust of your fingers and you are sent hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing with waves of pleasure that crash over you like a tsunami.

As you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm, your breathing begins to steady, and the reality of the moment settles in.

You: Aaron...that was...beyond anything I could have imagined.

Aaron: This is only the beginning. There is so much more for us to explore when we are finally together.

You were growing more confident in whatever this was with him, but you were also becoming more and more frustrated at the fact that you had still yet to meet up with him. You had facetimed many times at this point. Calling one another regularly, to say good morning, to let you know he had landed safely, to tell him all about your day, and even to get one another off at the end of a long hard week.

He was extremely apologetic, given that his chaotic schedule was to blame for you having yet to meet in person. He had even gone as far as to let you know each day they didn’t have a case to see if you were free, but unfortunately as the new school year was approaching, you had become increasingly busier. You had been attending trainings for curriculum as well as the new program the school would be using to take attendance. You had also been going in to start setting up your classroom for a few hours each day.

When you weren’t at the school working on those things, you were at home writing lesson plans, making assignments, and getting your google classroom setup online. You had felt horrible that you had to decline dates, especially given that he finally had time for them, but Aaron was so sweet, assuring you that it was okay. You told him that once the school year started things would be easier since there wouldn’t be so much to prep anymore and once again Aaron let you know that he understood.  

Time had flown by; Aaron and you had been talking and doing whatever this was for nearly two months. Many things had been exchanged between the two of you, promises of exclusivity (without labels for now), explicit messages, talks of the future, nude photos, hopes and dreams, amongst many other things. Since that night, you and Aaron had shared many explicit conversations that had ultimately led to some of the best orgasms you’d ever given yourself. You we genuinely surprised at how quickly you had felt comfortable with a man you’ve never actually met, but him facetiming you regularly helped, you supposed. It was scary to think you could be falling for this man so early on.

Shaking the thought out of your mind you checked your phone, only to see a missed call from Aaron, as well as a voicemail. It made you smile to yourself, nobody you knew left voicemails anymore, they always followed a missed call with a text.

VM <Aaron>: Hey sweetheart, you must be busy, but I wanted to see if you were free this Saturday. I know you have some stuff going on at the school this week, but I thought since you are off, and I just found out it is a mandatory off day for the team, it might be a good time for us to finally go out.

Aaron’s voicemail made you giddy, because him having a mandatory day off on the weekend was rare (as he previously informed you). They tend to fall in the middle of the week between cases to allow the agents a break. But a Saturday! One of your days off – this meant you could finally go on your date! You quickly clicked your phone app, scrolled to his contact, and hit the call button.

“Hotchner.” Aaron said.

“Hey baby!” You greeted.

“Oh, hi sweetheart! I take it you got my voicemail?”

“I did, and I am totally free on Saturday! Were you thinking dinner?”

“Well Jack is with his grandpa on Saturday, so I thought maybe we could spend the whole day together? I have a feeling once I see you, I’m not going to want to let you out of my sight for a bit.” Aaron explained.

“First of all, same! Second of all, I would love to spend the day with you, maybe we could go to the farmer’s market in the morning? I could get some stuff to make us dinner. What do you think?” You questioned.

“Perfect! Alright, well it is getting late, and I know you have a busy day at the school tomorrow, so I am going to let you go. Have a good night sweet girl.”

“Tomorrow won’t be as bad as Thursday, but you are right it is getting late. Goodnight handsome! Text me when you get up?” You asked, hopeful.

“You are going to do great on Thursday, the parents are going to love you. And I will text you first thing!”

With that, you hung up. Aaron was sweet trying to ease your mind of your anxieties. You knew realistically that your meet the teacher night on Thursday would be fine and that there really was no reason to fret, but alas, here you are letting it eat you up.

The next three days passed in a blur, Aaron had been consulting on a case from the Quantico office, something about it not being enough information to warrant travel. You had been finishing up all your last-minute decorations and lesson prep. You also needed to make your slideshow that you would review during meet the teacher.

It had been chaotic, but you managed to get everything completed on time and Aaron had actually helped that precinct close their case. It had been a successful week, and now you on top of your back-to-school jitters, you also had nerves from your pending date. You told yourself to focus on one thing at a time, it would be easier that way.

Which leads you to right now…

Meet the teacher night was the most nerve-wracking and exciting night of the year, you wanted to make a good impression for all the parents, but you also needed to show the kids that you were a safe adult that they could trust who has curated an inviting and cozy space for them to express themselves and engage in learning. 

You had spent the last week getting your classroom perfectly decorated and organized for this moment, and here it was finally happening. You waited, anxiously fidgeting with your sleeves as families made their way into your classroom, greeting them all as they entered. A parent had pulled you aside to talk about their child’s multitude of allergies when another family had walked in, presumably the last one if you had your count right. You excused yourself and made your way over to the father of this student and stopped dead in your tracks. You’d recognize him anywhere, you had memorized his face, arms, hands, broad shoulders and here he was in front of you now.

“Hi” it came out as a breath; you were stunned that he was here now.

“Hi, I had no idea you were Jack’s teacher. The email I got must’ve been your last name…” Aaron tried to explain.

“No, don’t worry about it, we hadn’t exchanged full names. I um maybe we should talk about this after.” You’d just remembered that you were in a room full of parents and your soon-to-be students.

“Right, that’s a good idea.” Aaron said as he made his way over to Jack and some woman.

Your stomach dropped as Aaron greeted the woman, clearly someone he was very familiar with. Had this all been a lie, the last two months. You zoned out, completely disassociated as you gave your presentation, welcoming the families, going over pickup/drop-off procedures, discussing how you would communicate with parents and going over the scope and sequence of the curriculum for this year.

As you spoke, you found your eyes drifting back to him. Your stomach dropping every time he meets your gaze. How dare he. How dare he smile at you like nothing is wrong, like he isn’t here with some other woman.

You made it halfway through the powerpoint which was a chance for parents to ask any questions that they had thus far. A few parents had asked about the school lunch program and what after-school activities they could anticipate throughout the year. Another parent asked about one of the board adopted reading curriculums and how it would be implemented – all tame so far. Then his hand went up. You steeled yourself before gesturing to him.

“Mr. Hotchner” You signaled him to ask his question.

“Yes, I wanted to know more about the art program here. Which classes are provided as the kids’ specials?”

“That’s a great question, our school has received a grant from the state for our arts program, it is one of the best in the U.S.. The students will participate in multiple specials throughout the week such as Art, Physical Education, Chorus, Computers, Robotics, Gardening, Band, and Dance. They will have two specials classes on every day of the week, save for Wednesdays, since those are half days.” You explained.

“Wow, that’s amazing, thank you!” Aaron smiled at you again.

You were proud of the fact that your school had the ability to have such a wide variety of electives to offer your students. Your heart swells when talking about it, knowing that you worked tirelessly to help lock in that grant for your school. Aaron’s smiley response, however, makes your stomach churn.  

You continued throughout the last few slides, closed out your presentation and said your goodbyes, answering the few remaining questions while picking up stray crayons and cups scattered around the room. As you threw the last few cups in the trash you turned to see Aaron lingering in the back of the room alone.

There was a nagging feeling eating away at you. He surely didn’t have the audacity to come here with another woman. Not when you had spent the last two months sharing the most intimate parts of yourselves with one another. Granted he didn’t know it would be you, so maybe that was why he was here with her. All you wanted to do was grab your bag and get the hell out of here.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He started.

“Sooo, should we just ignore the fact that I’ve seen you naked? Just pretend like the last two months never happened. I don’t want to put Jack in an awkward position. And I certainly don’t want to come between you and your girlfriend.” You huffed.

“Woah, sweetheart, hold on. What are you talking about? As far as I am concerned the only person who I would call my girlfriend here is you, but obviously we haven’t discussed that and seeing as we are only just meeting now, I figured we’d go on our date before labeling anything. I don’t want to forget about any of this, I want to keep this going, see where it leads.” Aaron reached for your hand gently.

“Aaron, if you are seeing that woman you came here with then this has to end. I’m not looking to be a third, or to be your mistress. You can’t do that to her. You can’t do that to Jack!” You shook your head and pulled your hand away from his.

“Oh my god. No, that’s Jess, Jack’s aunt. I thought I told you about her. It’s Jack’s mom’s sister. The only person I want to see is you baby.” He reaches for you again.

This time you let him pull you into his embrace. You shake your head, feeling like an idiot for even thinking Aaron was capable of something so awful.

“I’m so stupid. Aaron I am so sorry!”

“Sweetheart it is okay! I can’t even imagine how it must’ve looked.” He pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“I can’t believe you are actually here right now.” You whispered, pressing your face further into his chest.

Aaron squeezed you tighter, rubbing his hands up and down the expanse of your back. You took a deep breath in, savoring the smell of his cologne.

“You know, I could have Jess take Jack home, and maybe we could go grab a bite to eat?” Aaron suggested.

“Really?” You looked to him for confirmation.

Aaron replied with a subtle “mhmm” to which you nodded. He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and shot a quick text to Jess. He was sure to give her a brief explanation of the situation, this of course caused her to agree to take Jack for the night.

You should have known you wouldn’t even make it to dinner. Aaron had suggested going back to his place since it would be empty and ordering in. How could you say no, it was a brilliant idea.

The two of you barely made it through the door before your lips met in a fiery kiss, tugging at one another’s clothes. Aaron had picked you up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he carried you the rest of the way to the bedroom.

He gently laid you on the bed, holding his weight up by his elbows on either side of your head. He leans in to kiss you once more before pulling away entirely.

“Sweetheart, I want to make sure you really want this. I can wait and I don’t want you to think this is all I want because trust me I want you. All of you.” Aaron expressed.

“Aaron I want this, all of this with you.” You gently brushed your finger against his jaw.

With that, Aaron dove back in and kissed you with fervor. His hands gripping your plush thighs sliding up to your hips. Your hands reaching to unbutton his dress shirt, unsuccessfully so. Aaron’s hands come up to meet your own, he moves to remove his own shirt which allows you just enough space to remove your own. Garments are strewn about the room as Aaron leans down attaching his lips to the top of your breasts. His hands come up to grope them, your body arching into his touch. He tugs the lace down, exposing your nipple, it immediately perks to the cold air, and he attaches his mouth to it. You can’t help the gasp that releases from your throat. You card your fingers through his hair raking your nails against his scalp.

Aaron presses his hips to yours, allowing you to feel his growing length against your inner thigh. Heat courses through your body as your heart races. He undresses you with a slow, deliberate intent, unhooking your bra and allowing your breasts to bounce free. The vulnerability of it all makes you feel alive, desired, cherished.

Your hands explore his body, his muscles hard and defined under your touch. You run your fingers across the faint lines of scars, evidence of his journey, the stories he's lived. You gently trace them, feeling his rough skin, the warmth emanating from him. You feel like you know him, like you've been waiting for this moment your entire life.

He stands, his eyes locked with yours. He reaches down, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down his legs. Your eyes follow the movement, taking in every inch of his body, he is standing before you, naked and exposed. You feel a wave of desire wash over you, a fiery need to be closer to him. Your hands reach for him, your fingers brushing against the curve of his hips, the muscles in his thighs, the hard line of his abdomen. You run your fingertips along the slight indent of his navel, and he lets out a low groan.

Your body is alive with desire, every breath you take sharper, every touch more electric. You know this moment will be etched in your memory forever, the beginning of something beautiful. And as you take his hand, pulling him back to the bed, you know that this is where your story will unfold, a story of passion, love, and a bond that will last a lifetime.

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[charmedreincarnation]

Hey, guys! I've been receiving a ton of messages in response to my last post. It's reminding me of how I first discovered shifting. I feel like doing a little story time since Ive just passed the three-year mark of my discovery, and I've been reminiscing with friends about it.

I remember being in a very dark place when I stumbled upon shifting. I was depressed, and very suicidal. Yet, there was this unshakeable optimism inside me that I was meant for an extraordinary life. Despite my mental state, I had a lot of knowledge of subliminals and the law of attraction (-_-). These gave me hope, but they weren't enough tbh. I didn't want to attract my dream life through practicing gratitude or becoming a magnet for my desires or whatever. Nor did I want to have to listen to subliminals for years on end to achieve my goals. My list of desires was so long, and I needed everything to change that going step by step and waiting years for each one to manifest just wasn't feasible.

But I refused to give up. One day, after a particularly hard day of being sad per usual, I searched on Quora for something like "fastest most powerful subliminals on YouTube ever" (Y’all 😭😭). Among the recommended sub creators, I found a video called "Desired Life: Reality Shifting". The description promised everything I had ever wanted: waking up with all your desires fulfilled permanently in short. It piqued my curiosity so much. Could I really just wake up with my dream life, family, house, wealth, all based on my scripts and imagination?

Growing up, I was a heavy maladaptive daydreamer. From ages 10-17, I created alternate lives in my head, telling myself I would go there someday. I was always doing SATs (State Akin to Sleep), and I think that's what kept me from ending it all. I was constantly in the wish fulfilled state, even though I didn't know what that was at the time.

Back to my story, I went into the comments of that video and came across a guy who claimed that after a week of using this subliminal, he woke up with a new life as a multi-millionaire living in his dream penthouse. I messaged him, and he gave me his Instagram which showcased his luxurious life. He had what seemed like a perfect relationship, he was very attractive, had so many cars, and travelled 24/7 while having a six figures amount of followers. He was living proof that this wasn't just scripting. Also the law of attraction community is known for their mad expensive coaching.. like hundreds of dollars per hour for questions and he was answering it all for free something I didn’t see the law of attraction community. And I talked to him for hours! He never got mad, he had proof, and he was kind, proof and the behavior of someone who really had mastered the art of life.

After our conversation, I spent the next couple of months doing research. I found numerous stories about glitches in the matrix, accidental shifting, people entering parallel realities, and eventually, shifting communities on platforms like Amino and Reddit. It was stuff I already believed in and did in my imagination; I just didn’t know there was a term for it.

Then I got reminded of a memory that I had seriously repressed bc it was so fucking weird. When I was 6 and my brother was 3, we were absolutely obsessed with dodo birds. One day, we were outside playing, and on god time seemed to stop. Out of nowhere, a dodo bird appeared. I know you’re probably like “maya be so fr rn you were a kid” but no, This wasn't just our young imaginations running wild - there was a bird that was huge, dinosaur-like, exactly how dodos are described in books and pictures we had.

Then things got weirder. Suddenly it started raining eggs. Big, large eggs everywhere it was so gross and my brother and I were a mess. We were young, sure, but not stupid. We knew this wasn't normal. My brother and I rushed inside to tell our dad. When I managed to drag him outside, he was furious, accusing me of throwing eggs everywhere. To this day, he tells the story of the time I "trashed the backyard with eggs." And every time, I'm like, "Dad, where would I get that many eggs?" We didn’t have eggs but so he assumed I stole them and we went inside for hours and it was magically cleaned. So he also tells the story of how responsible I am and how I took accountability for my actions even as a child. I didn’t clean that shit bro and I tell him that too and he just laughs it makes me so mad.

My brother, who knows I'm into reality shifting (though he doesn’t really believe in it), can't explain that day either. He often shrugs it off as a "glitch in the matrix," which honestly, well no duh it is a shift dummie. He does believe in manifesting but only bc he has seen me use it and he experiences the good things I manifest as well. They’re the same thing anyways but that isn’t the point

The reason I'm bringing up this bizarre childhood memory is because during my months of research into shifting, I found countless stories of accidental shifts, people entering the void, entering parallel universes, time glitches, examples of the Mandela effect first hand, glitches in the matrix and etc. It was like uncovering a myriad of experiences that confirmed what I already believed: we can change and choose our reality. I just didn’t know the phenomena had a name. Obviously in the future I came across other things like the law of assumption, the void state, etc etc but this was where it started.

I wish I had saved all those fascinating stories, posts, and blogs. I might go back and compile everything I found because they were so real and enlightening. It will probably take forever tho if I do choose to do that, but I think it's worth sharing.

In the meantime, check out this accounts of accidental shifts that my friend shared with me this account https://instagram.com/tessicavision?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA== based off the Glitch in the Matrix subreddit which is also a goldmine of people experiencing similar phenomena. It helped me make sense of my own experiences and might do the same for you.

I don’t want this to be too long and I already got to the point I think! but regardless stay curious and realize you’re really not that special. I mean ofc you are, i mean this is not some tumblr thing teens girls discovered or created and isn’t even limited to “spiritually/manifesting inclined people” I think at the beginning of my journey people talking about accidental shifts and such, inspired me more than purposeful success stories because they really have no reason to lie and they were looking for answers just like I was.

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #reality shifting #shiftblr

[iknowyuu]

won't say i'm in love w/ enhypen

enhypen (seperate) x gender neutral! reader

↝ wc: <2k

note: this is long overdue. . .

REBLOGS >>>> LIKES

content: hcs, cursing

heeseung ♡

- yea you’re literally his partner atp 💀 - he’ll shower you with affection, gifts and texts professing his love to you - except, it’s all platonic of course! - linking pinkies, - hugging you from behind, - LITERALLY SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED AS HIM - not romantic though - literally all in /p - i think he’s in denial 😭 serious denial . - it’s not that he doesn’t want labels or that he doesn’t want to be your partner - it’s just that he really, truly has convinced himself that it’s just friendly - he refuses to say he's in love, like actually. - he’ll literally buy you and him matching glad bracelets with your names engraved on them, but like, as besties of course! - it takes someone like jay or niki to snap him out of it - and then he finally realized sjsjsj - clearly hugs that lasted over a minute WERE NOT PLATONIC HEESEUNG - best believe within that hour he’s texting you to come over so he can confess!

[rest of the members under the cut!]

jay ♡

- the moment he realized he was completely in love with you was when on the morning of his birthday, you were the first to text him the longest message ever - detailing how much he meant to you and how much you appreciated him - and at the end, stating "i hope i was first, because you will always come first for me, love, [name]" - his heart went BOOM - the weeks that followed after were unusually awkward ?? - all because he was too busy trying to convince himself that no, he did not think you were amazing - he did not love your smile or the way you would always laugh at his dad jokes, - he did not love the fact that you were the first to try all his new recipes and always give receptive feedback, - he was not, absolutely not in love with you!!! - he didn't think you felt the same :( - (even though you literally signed off with "love" .. - i ain't ever seen two besties do that but okayyy...) - he didn't want to make things awkward by confessing - but he was already making them awkward by not :/ - it took him opening up your name in the messaging app and realizing that the last time you'd texted him first was over a week ago - and the last time you came over was even longer - for him to realize he did not wanna live without you. - he called you and confessed through pure adrenaline, right there on the phone - you reciprocated of course <3

jake ♡

- woowee where do i even start - literally just as dramatic as meg, - actually singing "i won't say i'm in love" in the shower 💀 - he'll really just ignore the incredibly prominent blooms of warmth in his chest...? - like he's seriously so in love with you - he'll try his best to make life easier for you, - helping you with your homework, - using his own money to buy a healthy and hearty lunch for you, - not to mention helping you pick outfits 💀 - it's like he doesn't have the fattest crush on you!!! - gives you so much partner privilege when you're not even his (yet.) - when all of enhypen and you were having dinner, he'd always serve you so much - to the point the rest of the members notice and start to complain LMFAO - saying stuff like - " jake-hyung, who exactly do you think you are??" "stop giving extra food to them i'm hungrier," and "jake, please for the love of god this is so unfair," - ITS SAUR FUNNY (see what i did there) - when you thank them for the meal and leave later in the night, they want to subtly confront him - it's silent, and then: - "so, you like [name], right?" "RIKI WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SUBTLE," HELP - so they tease him and practically force him to call you and ask for you to COME BACK so he can confess properly - 10/10 wingmen however would not recommend .

sunghoon ♡

- bro's flirt central - but like he tries to be subtle...? - kinda . - he teases you soooo much omg - he literally treats you like one of his members - and im sorry but he constantly friend-zones you LMFAOO - constantly touching you, playing with your fingers - messing with your jewlery (necklaces, earrings, bracelets if you wear any) - poking your sides to make you jump 💀 - that last thing is something he would do to annoy his members LOLL - he also really likes taking a bunch of selfies on your phone to annoy you (and so when you see them you can think of him as much as he does you but that's besides the point-) - ANYWAY BACK TO THE PROMPT - he just really doesn't want you to reject him :( - he pretends that the butterflies in his stomach are just because.. y'know - uh - he's sick!!! all the time . - deep down, he knows he really likes you, but he most definitely wouldn't dare say it out loud, it gets to the point where it frustrates you - because he acts all cutesy and touchy and affectionate but it feels like he'll never ask you out :/ - it's like he's playing with your feelings :( - so you start avoiding him - you deserve better than that! - and ofc he notices - he cant go a day without you tbh - so he spam calls you till you pick up and he confesses to you right after he hears your "hello?" - saying "i'm-so-sorry-i-know-why-you're-mad-and-im-sorry-would-actually-wanna-be-more-than-friends-maybe-you-could-even-be-my-partner?" - he said im sorry twice ... the smile that you broke onto your face <3 - ofc you said yes and he pretended to act all cool like "okay, cool. you should come over tomorrow." - when you cut off he's giggling and kicking his feet he's not slick !!!

sunoo ♡

- he's really similar to jake in the situation, with a mix of heeseung - his love language is helping you out with domestic stuff - like when he comes over his first question is always - "have you eaten?" - and you're always like - "no BUT it's because i was studying and i just wanted to get through this one session really qui-" - "[name]-aaah," he goes over to your chair and shakes your shoulders until you give in 💀 - the two of you have this thing where you try new food every time he comes over - and even though studying is important he is not letting you read a single word out of that textbook LMFAO - with sunoo it's really hard to tell if he likes you because he treats you like he does everyone else - just bc he thinks you're cute doesn't mean you don't get an attitude from him btw. - (you learned from experience) - he really isn't the type to be in denial either - one night sunoo was on his bed texting you (like he does every night) - and niki came into his room to bug him (like he does every night pt. 2) - but he's come to notice sunoo doesn't give him the same reactions he used to anymore - it's like he doesn't care :,( - he's literally just smiling at his phone - so he's like "sunoo-hyung." - "what." - "who're you texting?" - and he bugs sunoo, listing off dozens of names till he finally reaches yours - "is it [name]?" - SUNOO LITERALLY FREEZES - "HAHA IT IS [NAME], YOU LIKE THEM DON'T YOU?" - aaand sunoo chases him out of the room (like he does every night pt. 3) and comes to terms with the revelation - once he realizes that he has a crush on you nothing changes for him - well, one thing does - he smiles around you a lot more <3 - he feels no need to confess so it'd have to be you who does it first - and ofc he tells you he reciprocates <3

jungwon ♡

- equally as dramatic as jake LMFAOO - but like. in a chiller way. - yk how it is.. the leader vibe - he knows full and well that he's utterly lost in his love for you - but he would never act on it... no no no - he's not even scared or anything 😭 he just doesn't want to change anything you guys already have - in favour of a confession that might just go wrong :( - he's not ready to risk it - esp not with you - actually the chief of overthinking . . . - he's so hyper aware of the way he treats you in comparison to the friends he's not in love with that it loops back around to being weird as hell - like he's trying to act normal SO BAD. - BUT HE JUST ENDS UP LOOKING EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE(&%&*(@"?/ - like he'll ask you if you wanna go out with him to eat - and when he realizes he worded that kinda sus he's like - "i mean as friends. of course! :>" - constantly friend-zoning you unintentionally???? - you start to get sad about it and he realizes that you don't call him as much anymore :( - next time you two run into each other at the cafe you frequented, he finally asks you - "if you're not busy, wanna go get some food with me? . . . not as friends. maybe as.. something more? :>" - yesyesyeysyesyesyes.

niki ♡

- he thinks he's slick but he's really not LMFAO - super SUPER incredibly touchy, - constantly playing with your fingers, - sitting unnecessarily close to you when the entire couch is free, - playing with your hair/braids/etc. - when you're about to leave he'll hug you like he's never gonna see you again - head nestled in your neck n' everything :(((( - he'll even lay with his head in your lap every once in a while :( <3 - whenever one of his members brings it up it's like he gives them a serious death glare HELP - but he's also one of them that are like not at all in denial about it 💀 - he's in love with you and he would say it with his full chest! - (not really but yk.) - it's not until you talk about how you have a date soon that he decides to bring it up - and he's like "wait don't go on that." - and you're like "...why not??" - "bc i like you," - . . . - yeah okay - y'all start to date after that <3

#enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fic #enhypen headcanons #heeseung x reader #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen jay x reader #jake enhypen x reader #sunghoon x reader #kim sunoo x reader #enhypen niki x reader #niki x reader #kikisficz

[joshsbimbo]

positive

part one ♡ part three

pairings: stalker! mike x victim! reader

warnings: stalking, obsession, mike’s a cuck, pregnancy test, framed robbery, stolen underwear n laptop, reader’s a slvt

a/n: heyyyy y’all long time no see

♡ cramps. bloating. cravings. hell. you assumed that your period was close, but weeks have passed and not even a bit brown appeared on your pad. you sat on the bathroom floor, your hands anxiously twirling your hair as your best friend comforted you.

♡ “babe, it’s okay! you used protection, right?”

♡ you shamefully put your face in your hands, “when i had condoms, yeah…”

♡ she stops checking herself out in the mirror to look at you in disbelief, “what about pulling out?”

♡ “plan b exists for a reason!” you whisper-yelled.

♡ “so do condoms, dummy.” at first, her eyebrows were furrowed, but then she stopped when she realized how anxious you were. “i’m still here for you, even when you do dumb things.” she gives you a comforting smile while squeezing your hand.

♡ you smile back, and when you’re about to reply the alarm cuts you off. “you flip it!” you squeak, burying your face in the stuffed animal you brought for emotional support. you held your breath as she flipped the test.

♡ “bunny… i'm sorry." she shows you the test. the blue letters you dreaded. “positive”.

♡ your best friend leaves hours later, leaving you alone as you lay in bed.

you: how much do abortions cost

her: abortions r like 800 but i can split with you

you: that’s still like 400000000!!!

her: 400.

u know i love u tho and would spend more than 800 for u! <3

you: yh but i was the one being stupid

idek who the dad is

her: slut 😭

you: bro stfu

not my fault these men r easy lol

♡ you toss your phone away, pulling out your laptop to watch a movie as you get comfy in bed. wait- where the fuck is your laptop?

♡ it’s been two weeks since mike took advantage of his princess, how could he not? you looked so pretty and you did owe him one and you- whatever. besides using your blacked-out body, he also took a souvenir. he thanked god that you used icloud, looking over your gallery as his hands were down his jeans. he swears, once you’re his, you won’t be a whore for all these braindead men, only his. he still enjoyed seeing your pretty pics of cum on your face, tongue sticking out, and runny mascara though...

♡ another one of his favorites was you in a mini skirt, bent over to show your pretty pink panties. he held those same panties in his hand as he stroked his cock against it, going painfully slow to be able to admire your body fully. he tried so desperately to go slow so his mind wouldn’t get so fuzzy, but he couldn’t help it when he had so many pics of you in lewd positions and angles. pathetically cumming into the lacey fabric, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe, the pleasure was so much that he had to hold his breath.

♡ ding! he squinted his eyes to focus on the message from your best friend, “abortions r like 800 but i can split with you”

♡ he wipes his hand on his jeans to click on the notification, reading your messages. “she’s.. she’s pregnant..” he muttered, his breathing picking up again. “abortion? fuck fuck fuck, no!” he yelled out, running his “clean” hand through his curls in disbelief. he got up from his bed, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out how to stop you.

♡ it was one of mike’s favorite parts of the day, he stood by your favorite store as he pretended to be doing his job. his walkie-talkie occasionally turning on and the person on the other side requesting for a guard or announcing that someone was caught stealing.

♡ never you, though. his perfect princess would never steal, so it really killed him to do this. as you entered the store, you paid no mind to mike. you looked through the rack of clothes, focused on finding something good while mike sneaked in a pair of earrings into your purse. he pretended to look around for anything “suspicious” before leaving the store, smiling to himself that he had the guts to do that. eventhohebrokeintoyourroomliketwoweeksago

♡ retail therapy was obviously needed because of the night before, your shoulders felt less tense after paying for your new tops. you happily left the store but stopped in your tracks when the alarm went off.

♡ a security guard walked up to you, his eyebrows already furrowed as he put his hand out. you shakily handed him the receipt, tears already threatening to spill, the hormones making you 10x more sensitive. he looks over the receipt and your shopping bag, then he points at your purse. “i’m going to have to check your bag, ma’am.”

♡ you willingly gave him your purse, just wanting to get over it. your heart drops when he pulls out a pair of hoops, “i-i swear i didn’t put them there!”

♡ “then who did, bitch?-” he asked, but mike's voice quickly followed after him.

♡ “it's fine, steve. i got this, you go take your lunch break.” mike looks at the man with a “sincere” smile.

♡ steve scoffs and backs up from the two of you, giving him a ‘are you serious?’ look, before leaving to the food court.

♡ you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in. “thank you-” you read his name tag, “mike!” you smile up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

♡ “no need to thank me, i just really hate the new hires. they’re suck dicks.” his heart skipped a beat when you said his name, he tried so hard not to stutter but the blush on his cheeks said it all.

♡ “no seriously! he looked like he was going to kill me!” you let out a laugh of relief. “how can i repay you, mikey?

♡ mikey. his very own nickname from you. he almost died. “no no! you don’t need to. i promise.” he looks down at you as he gives you the sweetest smile ever. no one else makes him smile like you do

♡ you playfully hit his arm, biting your lip slowly as you giggled, “c’mon, pleeeasseeee?”

♡ are you flirting? his cheeks flushed even more at the thought… after a couple of minutes of chatting, mike's walkie-talkie turns on.

♡ “mike. imma need you to come to zumiez, some dude was trying to steal a beanie and he’s putting up a fight.”

♡ his heart drops and he looks at you shyly, “before i leave.. could i get your number?” of course he already had it, but he wanted to hear the numbers come out of your mouth.

♡ “mhm, call me if you ever need anything. i owe you, mikey….” you kiss his cheek before leaving.

♡ he holds his cheek in awe as you leave, finally, you’re going to have a man that treats you right… not like the other dickheads.

thank u for reading <3

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futterman x reader smut

[lumibuns-blog]

Domestic Gojo x reader

"Hey so I need someone to help take care of Megumi and Tsumiki for a bit=) I think they hate me because they won't talk to me, I just need some help for a day =( can ya help ;)"

That's the message Gojo Satoru sent you 5 minutes before he showed up at your door and announced he and his two adopted children would be staying at your place for the day because "Megumi is always upset at me and I think Tsumiki is going through her rebellious phase"

The moment you open the door, the two children (who always had been incredibly attached to you) immediately ran to and hid behind you legs.

They were glaring daggers at your boyfriend

"Gojo is a big meany" Megumi grumbled

"O-okay Megumi let's just be nice here"

"NO he's right Gojo won't even make us your favorite for dinner" Tsumiki whined

"THATS BECAUSE YOU WANTED HAMBURGER STEAK AND I CANT MAKE THAT" Gojo yelled clearly at his whits end

"Well how about I give it a try, I think I have enough to make that" you smiled down at the two

They looked up at you like you were some god and immediately ran into an apartment

"Here Toru sweetie you just go sit on the couch and relax alright" you smiled

Gojo also looked at you like you were some kind of god and dragged himself to the couch

You began to make dinner in the dimly lit room watching your overly tired boyfriend finally get the rest he deserved. Megumi and Tsumiki sat in the floor in front of him already transfixed on some kids anime on the TV.

After some work you handed the two kids their dinner and sat next to Gojo gently nudging him awake so he could get some food. After eating quickly and attempting to say good night to his adopted children but they brushed him off.

You washed the dishes before kneeling by Megumi and Tsumiki

"Look you two, I know Gojo isn't perfect, but he's trying really hard to make you happy. Even when everything is getting difficult he still cares enough to bring you two over here. So please give him just a little leeway" you said clapping your hands together

"Okay!" Tsumiki was easily convinced

"Hmmpf fine but only if you stay over at our place more" Megumi grumbled

"I promise" you blushed "now let's take Toru to bed"

With very little help from the two grade schoolers you carried their adopted dad to you bed. You tuck all of them in before turning off the lights and cuddling with your little family.

Gojo felt so lucky when he woke up the next morning. Knowing he had you.

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part eight charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (angst/fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"You play?" You called though the apartment, crouching down infront of the piece. "I took the Leclerc's for more of . . . classical instruments." You noted, admiring the piece.

Arthur peaked his head from the wall, looking at you confused. "Ahhh." He snapped his fingers once he saw the red electric guitar leaning on the stand against the wall. "That's not mine, that's yours." He disappeared behind the wall again.

"Mine?" You frowned, confused. You didn't play any instruments as far as you could remember—

You entered the room loudly strumming the guitar to the tune of 'do i want to know' by arctic monkeys. "Mon Dieu, qu'ai-je jamais fait pour te déplaire. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi." [dear god, what have i ever done to displease you. please forgive me] charles screamed into his hoodie as you stood on the background. "Have you ever been beaten by a wet spaghetti noodle because you confused your girlfriend for her twin sister and fucked her dad? That's what it's like to drive a Ford f2 50." You could hear the other quartet boys wheezing on stream while charles bit on his sleeve to muffle his screams.

You chuckle pulling the case open. You're met by a nice surprise. Tons of polaroid photos fill the case, leaving enough space for the guitar. They were all pictures of you and Charles, dating from the beginning of your relationship till mid 2020 during lockdown.

"I don't think he would've hid that here if he knew you put all these there." Arthur chuckled, holding up a cup of hot coffee ( or was it chocolate? ) for you.

It was both. You sipped the drink, looking at the memories. "What'd you mean?" "Charles didn't think it was as romantic as playing the piano in the morning." The older brother-in-law, Lorenzo, commented as he walked through the hallway.

"Speaking of mister romantic." Arthur sat beside you wiggling his eyebrows. "You like him." You dry laughed which did end up in an actual laugh.

"vous êtes en retard de plusieurs semaines." [you're late by a few weeks] Pascale corrected her youngest son as she stopped by the room, looking at you with a soft smile. You shrugged, sharing the smile.

"Je serais idiot de ne pas tomber amoureuse de mon mari." [i'd be an idiot to not fall for my husband] I joked. Arthur folded his arms squinting his eyes, giving you a suspicious look. "Donner une raison." [give reason] He demanded.

"What is this? An exam." You scoffed with a laugh, nudging his shoulder. "For sentimental reasons." You stuck your tongue out at him, putting the guitar in the case and collecting your things to leave.

"Ie dois partir . . . uhh— maintenant!" [i have to go, uhh now] You snapped your finger once you remembered the word, kissing Pascale's cheek gently. The Your family gave you smiles and waved farewells as you put your shoes on and left for your car.

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"im safe" was the only message in the chat. You'd texted Charles almost a week ago to assure him of your safety. You didn't tell him where or with who you were, maybe that was why he didn't answer.

Was he angry? He probably was.

You sighed deeply, pocketing your phone as you approached your hotel room. You unlocked the door, pushing your suitcase inside. Charles was here, you could smell his cologne, or maybe because the shower was running and no one else would shower in your room.

Your eyes undiluted upon seeing the two separate beds.

The bathroom door unlocked and Charles stepped out. He was definitely surprised to see you, he wasn't expecting you till tomorrow. And you could tell. He wouldn't be standing there, naked, if he knew you'd be there.

"Sorry." Your voice came out raspy as you tore your eyes away from his bare flesh, looking away. You cleared your voice with a cough, starting to unpack your belongings in the closet. You could hear him move around before he reached for clothes from behind you. You could feel the steam from his skin and his breath on your neck as he paused to look down at your timid figure which got even timid-er when he trapped you between your arms, leaning closer to you.

You closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as you felt Charles lips ghost on the skin on your neck. A gasp left your mouth as you felt his hands trail down your chest and hips. "Charles." His name left your tongue like a prayer.

"Please." "You want me?" "I need you." You pleaded, trying to lean back into his body only for him to pull away. "You want me?" "I do. I need you." You begged again, feeling shame flow through your body as you breathed out the words.

"Char . . . les?" You felt him pull away with a scoff. Your face reddened with embarrassment as you heard him dress before taking his leave.

"You've finally done it." You mumbled to yourself stepping in the shower. From going to begging for you to rejecting you. This marriage was dead wasn't it? With a quick shower and tidy up, you collapsed on the not taken bed, staying there for the rest of the night.

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"Hehe, look at you!" "Me? Your face is basically- AMOUR!" Charles could feel his faint shouting and your giggling as he gently closed the hotel door after him. He kicked his shoes off before slowly taking strides to your non-moving blanket-covered figure.

He could see the light from the screen under the blanket, colors and figures moving. "Charles!" "Stay still- Y/N! Stop pulling- Y/N!" Your giggles and laughs filled his ears as he gently pulled the blanket to reveal the old digital flip screen camera playing videos from its files.

He could see his younger self trying to pull you closer from your jaw, trying to reach your lips and when he did he kissed you deeply, not wasting the chance to make out with you.

"You know I love you, cheri?" "Oh?" Your drunk voice sounded through the room. "You're so sweet carli-" Charles took the camera, shutting it off with an angry huff.

His eyebrows furrowed. He looked down at you ready to give you a scowl or a scolding only to find you sleeping, far away in dreamland. His shoulders relaxed as he admired you.

What happened? He kept thinking. It was not your fault you said these words. You were frustrated and confused. Heck you were a Seventeen year old, who woke up from a nap to find herself 7 years in the future in a 25 year-olds life and with her expectations.

"I'm sorry." He found himself murmuring quietly, the bed dipping as he sat next to you, gently brushing your messy hair from your face.

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"JESUS!" You stomped angrily, ripping your helmet and balaclava off. "Calm down, Y/N." "Don't tell me to calm down! You yourself said it was bad."

"No no, Y/N." Your mechanic tried to hold you back only for you to shove your helmet in his chest. "LANDO!" You called the British out and you approached his garage. "What the fuck was that?! Huh? Are we playing bumper cars?"

Lando sighed, rolling his eyes as he walked out, ready to shut you up. "You're making a scene." He scolded you, taking your arm to pull you somewhere private. "I am! That was crazy. You're crazy."

"Why do you care?" He stopped in his tracks, looking you straight in your eyes. "You crashed Charles out? He's in the hospital? He's my husband? You hurt my husband." I argued, not being able to stand him.

"He's not your husband." your eyes widened at his statement. "He's Y/N's husband. He's my best friend's husband. I don't know where she is but I'm definitely not looking at her."

You clenched your jaw and fists, glaring at him as he walked away. You took long strides in the other direction.

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"Fuck!" You screamed in your car over and over again as you parked at the hotel. You just wished you were back in f3, you wish this was all a nightmare, a bad dream and you'd wake up any second now and score p19 in that damn race.

Lando was right, you weren't Y/N. Nothing that you had was yours, you shouldn't have any of it all. You shouldn't even be here.

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"Again?" Charles grumbled, looking around the empty hotel room. Your things were here, but you were nowhere to be found. "Fucking hell Y/N." He cussed, going down the hall to look for you. You might've been at Lando's or Max's?

Neither. One had shrugged and told Charles he last saw you with Lando and the other told him that he last had a fight with you before you walked off. Great.

your things were here but you weren't. Maybe you were on a run? Yes, that must be it. You were just running your stress off, like you always do right? Charles waited. and waited. and waited. it was 4am, he was laying in your bed, his arm in the sling hurting and his eyes burning from lack of sleep.

Great. fucking great—

creak

and there you were, standing at the door, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Y/N, what the actual fuck?!" You flinched, looking up scared as he stomped over. You were ready for a scolding or for him to should, or hit you even. but you were instead pulled into his chest by his one good arm.

"Where the fuck have you been." ok he did scold you, but you still felt better in his arms. so you stayed there, hugging him for the rest of the morning. "your arm—" "fucking fine. just— SHH!" you stayed quiet, letting him nuzzle in your neck and caress your head.

"Where?" "Drive?" "Why?" "Needed to clear my head." "All night?" "Mhm." you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Text me then." "I did?"

You did. Take a guess on who blocked his number. "Sorry." "Just— dont fucking run off like that. It scares the shit out of me."

#‧˚⊹🪴 ଓ :: 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 ‧₊˚⤾ #@ ﹒for sentimental reasons ﹐♫ #f1 #formula 1 #formula racing #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles lecrelc x reader #charles x reader #charles lecrelc x you #charles #charles leclerc #cl16 #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc imagine #CL16 #charles lecrelc #charles lechair #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fanfic #formula one x reader #f1 fic

[ryker-writes]

TWST characters as siblings (Pomefiore and Ignihyde)

I really tried to avoid spoilers for books 5 and 6 (what we have so far of 6), but I'm not sure how well I did? So warning you now there may be spoilers if you squint.

Vil:

your family is famous

so naturally you're famous too

you kinda can't control it so even if you don't want to be, the world still knows about you

this is both great and horrible

you get perks of being famous including: free stuff, VIP access to things, more luxury items, and a bunch of support from random people

but you also have to deal with people knowing a lot about you despite having never met, haters, and less privacy

it's likely that you have some acting skills from your childhood

your dad taught both you and VIl a lot about acting, modeling, and generally being in the public eye

he likely had both you and Vil doing acting projects since you both were young even if you protested

Vil would be very understanding if you didn't like it and try to help you

but if you did want to, he would support you fully

you two have created a bond over all the projects you did together and how much your dad makes the two of you work

so Vil enjoys the fact that you two go to NRC together

he very much prefers if you are in Pomefiore with him

after all you two read stories about the evil queen a lot as kids

and if you're in Pomefiore he can protect you better from everyone else

if you're not in Pomefiore he will be upset and try to get Crowley to switch you dorms

will try to convince you to switch dorms as well

if you don't give in he will back off tho

Vil is a bit protective of you

he wants you to be around him so he can make sure no one invades your privacy, insults you, or even hurt you

you two are famous after all

when you mention some friends you made, he wants to know who they are

he won't care about getting to know them but he wants to make sure they aren't using you

he will know enough about them to know their intentions tho

similar thing if you get a partner but more intense

he's going to find out as much as he can about your partner

he will also talk to your partner about how they have to be careful because the public eye is now on him too

Vil wants to make sure that you are safe because he cares

unfortunately he thinks very lowly of everyone at the school so he hovers around you a lot

when he's around people are less likely to bother you

Vil also makes sure you know basic self defense, just in case

he also wants to make sure you're doing well in classes so he always helps you with schoolwork

also will touch up small things like your uniform or hair when he sees you

he can be quite overbearing so just let him know when he's being too much

he may be stubborn about it but if you're stubborn back about needing your space, he will get the message

he always claims that he does it to help you and you should be grateful for his help

at least that's what he says when you're out in public

there are times when it's just the two of you hanging out and he'll be more open about things

like how he does it all because he worries about you and doesn't want other people to bother you or their words to get into your head

Vil can be kind of a tough brother to deal with but he's always looking out for you

(god I could write so much on what a broken relationship vil could have with a sibling. but this post if for the overall with a good relationship so i'll leave the sad away for now. if anyone wants me to write about the broken relationship let me know-)

Rook:

you probably know how to hunt like the rest of the family

it's just part of being in the family

travelling is common in the family so you have a bit of knowledge about every land

you have a few more siblings too but they don't go to NRC

Rook is delighted his sibling is at the same school as him

he would be happy if you got into Pomefiore, but he's not upset if you don't

if you want to transfer dorms he knows how to do it so he can totally help you out

he introduces you to Vil and wants you to simply bask in his beautiful presence

he wants you to see the beauty that he sees

Rook isn't a protective brother so he doesn't mind when you make new friends

he probably already knows them because he has information on everyone

if you introduce him to your partner he will be excited to meet them

he wants to know what kind of beauty you see and will be interested to learn more about them

of course if he senses bad intentions from them he will step in

you have officially become the Rook translator

not just for his french but when he says something weird people just kinda turn to you

if you can't figure it out they assume it's hopeless

he always updates you on whatever Vil or Neige has recently done that makes them more beautiful

if you try to stop him his feelings will be hurt

it's best just to sit there and listen

he also gives you updates on interesting things he's found by stalking people

Epel:

apples

lots of apples

since you're a part of the family, you live with the rest of the family and help out on the farm

the entire family lives in one house so you are pretty close with all of them

Epel is happy to have a sibling and someone who's a little close to his age

most people in the village are older

so Epel is super happy that you get to come to NRC with him

he didn't want to be in Pomefiore so he hopes he at least has you with him in Pomefiore to make it better

if not he will be a little upset but move on

unless you get into Savanaclaw, then he's really upset

he really wanted to be in Savanaclaw so if you got in and he didn't? yeah he's throwing a fit

Epel has this image of himself in his mind where he's a super strong brother able to defend his family from anything

he's a little protective

he won't care as much about your friends unless he gets bad vibes from them

he will also introduce you to his friends

if you introduce him to a romantic partner he feels like it's his job as your brother to see if your partner is actually good for you

by that he means if they make you happy and promise to keep you safe

the family back home sends both of you apple products they didn't sell

so give some to your friends because there's no way you can handle all of it on your own

unless you can drink gallon after gallon of apple juice for days straight

Idia and Ortho:

you have grown up surrounded by technology

Idia and Ortho are your only brothers and they don't really socialize much

Ortho is able to socialize more, but he mostly sticks around Idia so it's mostly just the three of you growing up together

so the three of you are pretty close

after what happened to Ortho...you and Idia became closer than before

Idia would happily teach you about how to build technology if you were interested

the three of you often played video games together as kids and that carried on into NRC

Idia and Ortho are both very happy that you are at NRC with them

Idia is very glad he has someone else to help him survive NRC and another support system

Ortho is just happy you're there :)

Idia really hopes you're in Ignihyde with him and Ortho doesn't really mind where you end up

in fact, Ortho almost wants you to end up somewhere else so you can experience something new and exciting

while Idia does most of school as a tablet, he still relies on and hopes you save him from social situations

if both of you aren't good with social situations then it's up to Ortho

neither of them are really protective

Ortho is always encouraging you to make new friends so he's very happy when you tell him about friends

Idia is slightly worried that you're just going to forget about him

they're pretty much the same when it comes to you getting into a romantic relationship with someone

Ortho is very happy for you and Idia is more worried that you'll leave him behind

Idia has a pretty hard time saying no to whatever Ortho asks of him, but he can be pretty stubborn when it comes to social situations

but if it's you and Ortho, he may give in

together you and Ortho may successfully be able to take Idia to the park

Idia just wants to do whatever he can to see his siblings happy so he's always doing little things

usually this means he's building small devices to help with things or upgrading your current devices

both of them care about you a lot and want what's best for you

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #twst vil #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #twst rook #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #twst epel #epel felmier #epel x reader #epel felmier x reader #ignihyde #ignihyde x reader #twst idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #twst ortho #ortho shroud #ortho x reader #ortho shroud x reader

[cialovesklopp]

joyeux anniversaire ➺ k.mbappe

summary – it’s kylian’s birthday and amara had something special planned for him

pairing – amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé

warnings – none

word count - /

author's note - in honor of kyky’s birthday, i just had to post something for our favorite french golden boy. i had actually planned to make a longer chapter but tumblr and wifi screwed me over and deleted my 6k draft. so i had to quickly come up with a smau. but i have another bonus for amara and kylian planned and a big surprise coming 🫶🏾

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

amara.imani

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amara.imani joyeux anniversaire mon amour. i thank god everyday for bringing us together. you are the most important person in my life and make my day shine brighter everyday just by being you. words cannot describe how grateful i am for u. i am so proud of everything you have already achieved. and i know there’s more to come

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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k.mbappe

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k.mbappe merci à tous vos nombreux messages et félicitations pour aujourd’hui. et merci mi amor @amara.imani pour avoir organisé cette fête.

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[starsomens]

Hai ^_^ idk if ur open to just random thoughts(thots) rn but I can’t stop thinking about Dad Noah.

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Dad Noah who wants to take care of his baby’s mama because she gave him the best gift ever. He’s overprotective with you in general, but especially now since you’ve been in a vulnerable state with your pregnancy. He’ll do anything for you. And I mean anything.

Clogged breast duct? You two were out on a date and you couldn’t pump? Some other unforeseen circumstance?

Shhiiit, say no more. Noah’s got it.

He’s gonna pull you somewhere private and latch on like a fuckin’ baby. It’s innocent and sweet until you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair.

Game over.

What does he look like missing out on the opportunity to do one of the most intimate and selfless things he can for you? A fool? He could never.

He starts messaging and sucking at your chest and you know then and there its going to be a long night.

Long story short you leave the restaurant; the car ride back is full of loving gazes and energetic touches.

Which is how you got here in the first place

-

Thank god your parents are babysitting for the weekend.

HI! IMNSO SORRY I DIDNT GET TO THIS SOONER! I have really been meaning to get to this one. I’ve been seeing it the entire week I just couldn’t get the right time to answer and read through it completely completely and I’m so sorry! NOW!

Dad Noah not only spoils his children, but he spoils you the most because you’re the one to carry them and give birth to them. So of course he’s gonna take care of you like your royalty and kiss your feet why wouldn’t he? When I tell you, he puts his mouth and his hands to good use. You were just feeling so much relief from the clogged duct. He may or may not would have to give you his jacket to cover up some spillage that was on your shirt.

All of the size and moans of relief that come from you is a reward enough for Noah. He even offered to pump your milk manually for you as a joke (he was being serious)

This may or may not become a weekly thing for you whenever you have a clogged duct you may be in pain, but you’re also looking forward to relieving the duct ;)

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band #noah sebastian x reader

[icarustypicalfall]

HEAD CANONS!!

how cod men would use their phones

this is my first time doing head canons lmao if its bad just forget it 😭 i tried to be realistic but that was extremely dump lmaoo

warnings: none, totally sfw and maybe funny? 😀

captain john price

honestly, i see him as the type of people who'll lecture you when they see you using a phone, while he plays candy crush and similar games on a loop when he's alone. he isn't much interested in social media, maybe he'll use Twitter for infos and What's up to talk with his team. Otherwise, he'd be a Facebook dad watching videos with that annoying laugh on full volume while cackling. Gaz tried to  convince him to use other platforms but it resulted in Price giving him a 10 minutes lecture on how bad social media is.

(john secretly watch tiktok video complications on YouTube)

simon ghost riley

he doesn't use his phone much, he knows how it can be addicting and he has much things on his mind to worry about being social with others. although, he looks for dad jokes and have a laugh at them when he's alone. his camera roll is full of blurry pictures he took by mistake and screenshots of recipes.

kyle gaz garrick

he's the youngest and the one who convinced price into buying a phone. i think Kyle is the the type of people who'd be popular on every platform, twitter, Instagram, you name it. he's funny (also really handsome 🤭) which makes it easy for him to have much moots and friends. He watches streams or horror stories at 2 am. (spoiler: he got scared more than once)

johnny soap Mactavish

he watches shitty shows on Netflix to complain about them. he loves, and i mean really loves annoying people with stupid meaningless Messages when he's bored. if you are texting him, god be with you, this man makes 20 typos in a single word. he'd make comments on random posts to fight people for months.

"jus fer fun lass/lad"

(sorry if this isn't how Scottish people actually talk I've seen it around in fics 😭)

he looses arguments most of the time and asks Alejandro for some back up.

Alejandro vargas

he uses his phone to call only, he despises texting and if he did, it'll be like this

you:"when shall i meet you tomorrow?"

Alejandro:"9"

you:"pm?"

Alejandro:"👍🏻"

although, he takes lots of pictures, sends them to you most of the time. rudy forced him to make an Instagram account and he ended by liking it.

rudy parra

this cute man 🤭💕 he might be a military man, but he has a soft spot for cute videos of pepole taking care of animals. he'd watch them for hours. he doesn't use his phone much due to his job but he's keeps up with the trends and explains them to you if you're confused.

i can see him using this one a lot :3

Phillip graves

he hates social media, he uses what's up to send to his shadows shirtless pictures of him. he'd drop the most heart wrenching pic ever and say"what's for dinner" (you sir 🤭)

he secretly loves watching those videos of reddit stories, he knows it's probably fake but he lives for the drama and enjoys it.

-fin-

i hope y'all like it, it's shitty and short lmao.

i Just got up from a nap lmao can't believe people actually liked my other work

shall i do other operaters from like Kor-Tac and ghosts? (and yes i know König is in Kor-Tac)

*just realized I didn't add tags im

✨d u m p ✨*

#mw2 #cod headcanons #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap mactavish #modern warfare ii #cod fanfiction #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #captain john price #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #alejandro mw2 #rudy parra #john soap mactavish #john price #simon riley #ghost cod #phillip graves #shadow company shadows #shadow company #los vaqueros #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick #i love him so bad #military #cod modern warfare

[dwaekkiforpresident]

Hi I saw you take requests rn sooo, here is one:

what about Lee know having a crush on reader but he is so overwhelmed and just scared of being with her because well he is who he is and he is also just scared of getting hurt or being taken advantage of. He doesn’t know her for too long just like a friend of a friend. He knows reader likes him too but is way too shy and timid to approach him because she thinks she doesn‘t have a chance.

He tries to distance himself and gets really cold towards her and she just asks herself if she did something wrong and is really hurt and sad. Idk someone is fed up with him and tells him how she is feeling and reassures him or something (idk you can make it really dramatic if you want lol) and he tries to make it right with her and confess to her how he is feeling…idk💕

i’m gonna lose it i was just getting over a seungmin brainrot and now it’s gonna be minho urghjssjsmxajxmxnxm

realistically, i don’t think minho would open up easily. it scares him when he realizes he’s caught feelings so quickly. he’s not even your friend! changbin introduced the two of you only a few weeks ago! it confuses him beyond belief because, well, why would he fall for someone he hardly knows?

he takes a huge step back to protect his own feelings so why does he hurt more?? he misses you being close to him. he misses your poorly hidden glances and starry eyes when the two of you spoke. he knows you liked him too, he couldn’t fathom why. if you had asked, he would do anything to make you his.

being separated should give him a sense of security and stability, knowing his heart is safe from harm so why oh why can’t he sleep?

as he distanced himself physically, he distanced himself emotionally. he’s not a cold person to his friends but to you, in his mind, he has to be. it stings like hell on both sides. he wants nothing more than to hold you close to him and never let you go, but he knows he’s fallen dangerously quick for you. he can’t risk the pain.

changbin’s heard enough of your sad tone and quite frankly, seen your face drop anytime you see minho dad too many times. he goes off on minho, telling him to stop being a coward and embrace his feelings.

minho thinks he’s been lied to when changbin tells him how you feel. it’s not like he didn’t know, but hearing it from someone else was something else.

minho wouldn’t consider himself a romantic. you beg to differ when he shows up at your door, out of breath.

he begins rambling, telling you that he doesn’t hate you, he’s sorry for being distant, nervously focusing on telling you how he feels like his feelings were stupid.

it’s almost painful having to watch him talk in mindless circles and before you or him know it, you’ve got his head in your hands, your lips against his to get him to stop.

“what…was that for?” he asks in a shaky whisper, his hands by his sides in uncertain.

“you wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to tell you that i like you too. a lot,” you tell him in the same level of voice he used, understanding why he was so nervous to even talk to you. there’s no time for more words as this time, minho wraps his arms around you and kisses you back. god, how be never wanted to stop.

- - - -

MISSED MESSAGES FROM “Binnie >.<“

Binnie >.<: where the hell are you

Binnie >.<: is minho there??

Binnie >.<: hello???

Binnie >.<: son of a bitch he is isn’t he

Binnie >.<: istg you better let me know if he hurts you

Binnie >.<: yall better use protection i’m not ready to be an uncle

You: SHUT UP WE’RE TALKING

Binnie >.<: talking?? with no words???

Binnie >.<: wrap it before you tap it

You: i swear to fucking god…

#lee know #stray kids #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz #lee know drabbles #lee know fluff #lee know thoughts #lee minho #seo changbin #best friend changbin #have i redeemed myself yet #dwaekkiforpresi. asks :)

[nvoirs]

Hello lipgloss, I'm sorry this took so long it was put of for a while :/ I really do appreciate you taking time to send in stuff because I don't think I'm going to get a lot of Ada asks but it's alright.

Anyways, I wrote a little drabble about that incident you asked about 🤭

Pairing: Stepmom!ada x female reader.

Disclaimers: stepcest, cussing, fingering.

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She's pretty. She's got the type of figure to die for. She's charming and has the persona of an angel according to your dad. Ada was in fact exactly what your dad described her, like the brightest star that shone in the dim sky.

She had moved in months ago, your life felt more vibrant. She filled the gap your mother left all those years ago, her motherly instincts kicking in when she knew something was wrong. But she also felt like a friend. Ada was rather young, a lot younger than your dad she was only about five years older than you. So it felt quite comforting to have someone close to your age in the house to chat to.

But that all changed one evening. Your dad was working a late shift, he had left a sticky note reminding you Ada was still home if you needed anything. He still uses sticky notes instead of just texting you, you really needed to teach him how to use messages.

You wouldn't realise you'd have seen your stepmom naked, dripping wet from the shower. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” You ducked your head down and quickly scurried from the bathroom. You didn't hear anything from Ada but you also couldn't see the grin spread across her face.

Later that night, you couldn't stop thinking about how you had walked in on her. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, she had great breasts and they sat just right perky nipples erected. And that's all you could capture before you were fleeing from the bathroom.

A knock sounded at your door, and you jumped from the noise. “Can I come in.” You heard Ada's mellow voice on the other end of the door.

Smoothing your hair down you cleared your thoughts before replying “sure, come on in.” She opened the door before shutting it behind her. “Hi.” She said approaching your bed and sitting down beside you.

“Hey” you nodded biting your lip, had you really just ruined your relationship with a woman who could possibly become your mother figure by seeing her naked?

Before she could speak you interrupted. “I'm so sorry about earlier, I had no idea y-”

“Its fine. It was my fault for not locking the door please don't blame yourself and besides we're both girls.” She winked at you.

That was odd, Ada felt a little of tonight. You didn't really want to think about it but she felt flirty. “So you got a boyfriend?” Alarmed by her question you just went along with her. "I do, but we're probably going to break up things haven't been going so well."

“I see.. would you like me to make it up to you?” Confused by her offer you denied her request. “It's ok Ada, I really don't need anything.”

“I insist It won't take up your whole night.” You caved in at that point “sure then I guess” Still confused you watched her slide of her silk dressing robe. You gasped as she was yet again completely naked. “Ada what are y-” She cut you off. “I saw the way you looked at me in the bathroom, I can make you feel a lot better then your small dick of a boyfriend.” She chuckled crawling over to you. “But my dad-”

“He doesn't need to know sweetheart”

“So can I help you out? Pretty.”

“Please.” You barely whispered, feeling your panties drooling arousal beginning to soil your underwear. “I can help you. She licked the tip of your ear, before giving it a playful tug.

She pulled down your sleeping shorts, pressing her palm against your clothed pussy. Earning a yelp from you as the pressure quickly brought a clouded sense of pleasure to your sleepy brain. Pushing your t-shirt up so your breasts we're exposed to the cool air, she played with one nipple rolling and tugging between her slender fingers before slapping the air. You whimpered, cunt beginning to ache, ache for her fingers to stretch you out.

It had been so long since you had someone penetrate you, weeks since you and your boyfriend had had sex that you were so desperate you were allowing your sexy stepmom to help you out. She yanked your underwear of completely leaving your bottom half exposed. Her eyes we're set on your glistening cunt.

“This all for me pretty? ” you nodded unable to form a coherent sentence your pussy aching to be relieved. Her crimson lips turned up into a smile. “How cute.”

A blush seared across your cheeks as she slid one slender finger into your opening. A stinging pain from being stretched after a while hurt and you hissed in pain, your fingernails digging into your palms. “Look at me.” Ada steered your face towards her own with one manicured hand. “it's ok your going to be ok, sweetheart.”

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who actually wants Ada content because..

#resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #ada wong fanfic #ada wong resident evil #ada resident evil #ada wong smut #ada wong x reader #ada wong x female reader #ada wong #ada wong re4 #re4 ada #nvoirs

[aceofsages]

Heyy! Could you do something where Enid was being ignored by someone and she starts crying, but Wednesday comforts her? Thanksss!

find on ao3

When Enid lands in San Francisco for winter break, she has to give herself a pep talk in the bathroom mirror. Her hair is still dyed, her nails are chipped, her face is—well. She ruffles her hair, trying to make it fall in a way that would make the scratches less obvious.

Point is there are a hundred and one points Mom will probably immediately grab to nag her with.

So, all she has to do is make sure she doesn’t get a chance.

“Okay,” she says, staring herself down. “Okay, you can do this, it’s easy, it’s easy. All you have to do is—”

The door opens, a woman walks in and Enid immediately starts looking into her purse, waiting for her to leave. Enid takes her phone out, a message from her dad that reads, Here at the arrival gate!

The woman leaves, giving her a look. Enid smiles at her awkwardly. God, what a bitch.

She turns back to the mirror, her eyes immediately falling to the scratches and fuck, if she can’t look herself in the eye—

“All you have to do is tell her.” She makes a face and winces at the pain that lances up her cheek. “Yeah, just tell her. Fuck.”

She hugs Dad tight when she gets to the gate, who moves a hand through her hair fondly. He doesn’t comment on her wounds, though his eyes do burn silver for a moment. She doesn’t know if she’s relieved or angry at him for not asking.

(He’s never asked, never spoken up. Enid pretends every time it doesn’t hurt.)

Turns out, there is something worse than not wolfing out: wolfing out wrong.

At the end of it all, Mom spits out, “If you want to live you’ll be gone by morning.” Her eyes are golden and her claws are out. Her brothers are watching her with horror, Adam standing protectively in front of the twins. It hurts in a way Enid doesn’t think she’ll ever recover from. “No child of mine is a lycanthrope!”

Just before she flees, she sees her Dad’s fearful face. She thinks it’s one that’ll never leave her.

----

Legend has it that the very first infected were Blood-Wolves. Bitten by Lycanthropes, a type of shapeshifting hound demon, blood-wolves were a by-product of wolf blood mixing with demon venom. They are said to have been used in the war against Cattails by the Lycanthropes. After the war, when a truce had been reached, they were cast onto the Material Plane as part of the concession made by the hound demons.

They intermingled with humans, who welcomed them into their midst, unaware and unheeding of the danger they presented. They never shifted during a full moon. Most of their children, however, did. Those who didn’t—

Well. Their first transformation at blood moon was an eye-opener. They tore apart houses with their bare hands, sank their fangs into babies and feasted on the flesh of their own species. At the end of their spree of destruction, they were decried as made of witch blood and dead moon, to be hunted to their own extinction. The last known blood-wolf descendant died in 1709, killed by Manon Rose, who later went on to create the ritual that would prevent blood-wolves from ever evolving again. Not much more is known about them other than their origins and their actions.

Nevermore’s library feels a little too silent, all of a sudden. Enid closes the book. Yoko looks up from hers. “You found it?”

“Yeah.”

“Not good, huh?”

“Nope,” Enid says, and bursts into tears. Fuck, fuck, she needs to stop doing this. She presses her palms to her eyes. Fuck. She’s not—she’s not a blood-wolf. Distantly, she feels Yoko hug her. None of it makes any sense. She’s not suddenly having the urge to eat babies or whatever. In fact, if anything, she’s even more controlled of her senses now. She remembers her transformation vividly, remembers Wednesday vividly, remembers fighting the Hyde and worrying and worrying and worrying if she was okay, if she was safe, if she was alive. All that mattered then was to eliminate at least one threat to Wednesday, the biggest threat to all of them and not once did she feel like, oh, where are the babies?

Fuck.

She sniffs once, twice, and waves Yoko off, “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

Yoko raises her eyebrows and drawls, “And I’m a normie. Listen, let’s search for answers tomorrow, okay? You’ve been here two nights in a row.”

Enid starts to refuse but Yoko continues, “Do you really want Wednesday to search for you again?”

Enid rolls her eyes and gets up, as if the memory of it doesn’t send a shot of warmth through her. She always likes it when Wednesday shows that she cares. A little too much at times, bordering on not-platonic, but Enid’s not ready to look at what that means, yet.

When she enters her dorm, she’s greeted with the sight of Wednesday on her typewriter. She stops when Enid enters and turns to her to say, “Good, you’re here. I was just about to send Thing after you.”

“Let him rest, I just did his nails today.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes. “You shouldn’t encourage his vanity.”

“And you shouldn’t threaten him so much. It gives him wrinkles.”

Thing taps on the table. All my wrinkles are because of her. Wednesday rolls her eyes again but lets it go. “Did you find anything?” she asks instead.

Enid sucks in a breath and walks towards her, irrationally aware of when she crosses their duct tape line once was. She extends the book out to her, and Wednesday takes and cracks it open. Enid plops down on her bed with a sigh, her hair fanning out behind her. Wednesday’s sheets are so soft. Maybe she should ask for it as a Christmas present.

She blinks tears out of her eyes.

“Well, this just turned interesting.”

“What?” Enid says, sitting up. Wednesday hasn’t looked up from the book. Thing sits on her shoulder.

“If I remember correctly, she married Maximus Addams. It is said that most Addamses thought that she’d end up killing Maximus.”

“Did she?”

“Oh yes, but Maximus took her with him. They loved each other a lot.”

“If you love someone, why would you kill them?”

“You’ll find, Enid, that most Addams’ love follows a similar vein.”

Like you and Tyler, Enid thinks suddenly, and sits up. “I’m going to shower.”

Wednesday waves her off, engrossed in the book.

----

She hadn’t expected the behavior to continue—to spread like it has around the pseudo packs in Nevermore Stupid of her, really. She’s a gossip queen, she of all people should know how rumors were easy to spread and easier to believe.  They’ve taken to ignoring her, going out of their way to show her that they’re ignoring her. People she was good friends with, people she helped, now look at her with disdain or step away from her as if she’s a plague. Some outright bully her. In the following week she finds herself crying so much that she’s perpetually dehydrated, and hating herself so damn much for being such an easy crier.

It’s the middle of the week when the incident happens. Morgan Todd, a fucking jerk, turns up in the quad with boils all over his face and hacking up blood at an alarming rate. He’d sneered in Enid’s face on Monday, gone so far as to pull wolfsbane on her. It was a weaker strain, admittedly, but it served to make them all realise that Enid was really fucking sensitive to it. She’d had to spend the night in the Med Bay, and Enid now knows who’s responsible for this. She’d known as soon as it happened and she’s so fucking angry— 

She confronts Wednesday at night.

“Why did you do that?” she asks immediately.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do!” Her throat feels tight again. She runs a hand through her hair, pulls. A tear or two slip out. “I can’t—Wednesday, I really really can’t do this. I told you not to retaliate.”

“Enid,” Wednesday says, weirdly careful. She steps towards her, hands extended. “Enid, it’s alright.”

“It’s not! Don’t you understand what you’ve just done?! You’ve given them a reason now! They’ll think I did it, they’ll think that—”

“Enid, no one will think anything because Morgan knows exactly who did that to him.”

She stops short. “What?”

Wednesday takes her hands and holds them tight. Her hands are deathly cold. “I couldn’t not do it. He had to learn—they all had to.”

“Learn what?” Enid asks, dazed.

Wednesday blinks and the action throws Enid off-kilter. She suddenly looks hesitant, almost, but her grip on Enid’s hands is sure. “That they can’t get away with it. Not unharmed.”

There’s a sudden clarity that’s rising in Enid, a sudden surety that that was not what Wednesday had wanted to say.

“Because you’ll come for them.”

“Because I’d raise hell for you.”

Enid swallows. She feels like they’re on the brink of something. Falling, maybe. “Why?” she asks, hushed.

“I told you, didn’t I? The mark you’ve left on me is indelible, Enid Sinclair.”

Enid steps closer. Wednesday’s eyes don’t have pupils. She’s never been close enough to notice, before. “Why?” she asks again.

Wednesday closes her eyes. “Because I didn’t know I was cold until you warmed me.”

Enid kisses her.

It’s a short kiss, a simple press of their lips. Their hands are still linked. When they separate, Wednesday chases her back and kisses her again, barely letting her suck in a breath. It’s still simple; achingly sweet and tender in a way she’s never thought to associate with Wednesday. She likes it.

She likes it a lot.

She wants to do this forever.

“Come to the Manor with me,” Wednesday says. Enid doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing. “Let me help you figure it out.”

“Okay,” Enid says. “Yes.”

Wednesday kisses her again, like she can’t help herself. “Good.”

#wenclair fic #wenclair prompt #wenclair #prompt me to write #sage gets a q #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #hurt/comfort #cross posted on ao3 #my writing

[island-in-the-shadows]

My Hannibal and Will Adopted Oliver AU HCs

Because the Thomas Harris books have a different timeline than NBC Hannibal I'm gonna make the executive decision to split the baby. TWOTL happens +- in 1990.

Because it happens in 1990 it allows Hannibal and Will more anonymity because it precedes the online boom and fucking no one had a smart phone. And since they have more anonymity they are more fluid in where they go.

They're in Northern England in 1992 when they see these awful people who are also shit to their kids. One of those kids is a young, quiet boy who (like Matilda) gets books out of the library that are more advance than his age level. Hannibal in particular is parentally enamoured with the little boy and, in a way, reminds him of both Will and Mischa (though in different ways).

As happens to people who are unspeakably rude, the horrible parents...go missing. And Hannibal and Will adopt the little 5yo boy named Oliver. They do not involve him in their diet at this time. They also move to a different country.

Because god help us the shit environment for LGBTQIA+ people in the 90s was worse, only Will is listed as Oliver's parent when they enroll him in a school in New Zealand. They both think it's more believable because Will and Oliver both have pretty blue eyes and brown hair and have a similar demeanour.

Hannibal absolutely dotes on Oliver. Because he wants to give him a choice when he's older, he doesn't feed Oliver long pig in his childhood. He does, however, still cook the most insane Michelin star versions of childhood classics (because at first its all Oliver will eat) and eventually gets him to eat better.

Will teaches Oliver to fish. Like Will, Oliver is particularly good at knowing how to lure. He does tend to be impatient however.

Hannibal teaches Oliver how to play the piano, appreciate classical music & opera, and how to speak Italian (I think Hannibal can still be scarred about things re: his homeland so Oliver would know some phrases. However, Hannibal is half Italian and def has better memories of Italy, so...).

They keep him in school (in various countries) until he's 14 because by that time they know other kids find him off putting and that Oliver doesn't really like being there. It makes more sense for Hannibal to homeschool him.

Especially because around his teens, Oliver learns what his adopted fathers are doing. He doesn't actively participate but he knows. At around 16/17 he does help them lure sometimes and they teach him how to deal with the meat.

It's also clear to them from when Oliver is a child but more so as a teen that he's kind of like Will. Will can assume other POVs and Oliver always knows what other people want. It can make him a bit of a terror sometimes.

Oliver decides he wants to go to Oxford to get a degree. He has a bit of a guise so that his background is not questioned. They have false papers for him, dress him differently, have him on scholarship--the whole thing. The only thing that doesn't change is his name.

Oliver actually is socially awkward and immediately into Felix at first sight.

He lies about his parents because 1- he knows what Felix wants, and 2- what is he supposed to say? My parents are two queer cannibalistic serial killers? Lol, no.

He does love both his fathers as much as they love him. They keep in contact but, for obvious reasons, the names that pop up in his phone are decoys and never say anything like dad.

Oliver is impressed with Saltburn when he sees it even though, given Hannibal is a wealthy blue blood himself, he has seen his fair share of beautiful and truly expensive homes.

Oliver doesn't say anything but thinks the cooks at Saltburn are shit. He sends Hannibal a message about it though admits the food at Oxford was far worse. He is absolutely spoiled with this.

More on this AU as it develops...

#saltburn #hannibal #hannigram #oliver quick #fannibals not into saltburn need not apply thank you #just having a little fun

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 6

MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5

Roy Kent x Reader

Are you ready? Cos we get really very spicy now my friends so.... be warned. Also, good god I think I'm in love with Roy Kent.

Chapter 6

She pushes the phone into your hand so you have no choice but to bring it to your ear, you still watch Roy who's moved to the otherside of the room. Your heart is still pounding and you feel like you've been given an electric shock. 

"Yeah?" You ask into the phone. 

"Can we talk?"

"Umm, we've just got back from the beach. I'll get Lexie settled and call you back?" You hang up without waiting for any real response.

"I'd better go." He says. 

"Thanks for a cool day Roy! Thanks for winning my unicorn teddy and the ice creams and for letting me go on your shoulders and… and… everything!" Lexie says jumping from foot to foot. 

"Thank you for the best day Lex. We should go again in the summer."

"Yeaaaaaah! Can we mum?"

"Of course we can bunny. Let's get you ready for bed, huh?" She zooms into the living room to gather up the new toys for her room while you see Roy to the door. "I'll see you soon?" You sound unsure, you've no idea where his head is at after the kiss. No idea where your own head is, really. You still feel a little dizzy from it and the coil in your belly is wound even tighter. 

"Yeah, see you soon." His eye catches the sunburn on your shoulders, now joined by beard burn and a little bite mark. He brushes it lightly with his finger and you can't help but lean into him. "Should have put some more cream on." He says quietly before closing the door behind him. You're left in the hallway in a weird limbo of being disappointed that he left and unbelievably turned on. It wasn’t fair, you should be on cloud 9. Instead, you head upstairs and concentrate on real life. You get Lexie into the bath and bed before doing the same yourself. You reluctantly pick up your phone to call Andy back, seeing that Sara has sent some pictures from the day with plenty of sunshine, ice cream and beer emojis on a group message to both you and Roy. There’s the kids playing in the sand, you and the girls looking at the shells you’d collected, one of you pointing and laughing at something out of focus - head thrown back, sunkissed and happy. In the picture, Roy is next to you but he’s not looking at whatever it is that’s got your attention, he’s looking at you. There are others - really great photos, a selfie of the three of you and then one of the five of you. They make your heart flutter. You respond with a heart emoji, not quite able to put into words just how much they all mean to you - and that’s without confronting your growing feelings for Roy. The photos were exactly what you needed for your next task. You press Andy’s contact picture and let it ring.

“Thanks for calling back.” You’re surprised, it’s the most civilised he's been for months. 

“Sorry it took a while. We both needed to get half a beach off us.”

“Did you have a good day? Did you go alone?”

“We went with one of Lexie’s friends from school. It was a lovely day.”

“She said you’re changing jobs.” 

“Yeah, handed my notice in last week. I’ve got about 6 weeks left.”

“You… don’t need to do that you know. Maybe we could work something out?”

“What do you mean?”

“I miss you.”

“Are you pissed?”

“No! Why?”

“You’ve been an absolute fucking nightmare for months - you’ve punished me and belittled me and shamed me for having a better job than you and what? Now I’m giving it up, you think we can get back together? Are you for real right now?” You’re trying to keep your voice down but you don’t think you’ve felt a rage like this in your life. Not even when you were both fighting constantly. 

“I just thought it would be good for Lexie, mum and dad together, making it work?” He mumbled.

“What’s good for Lexie is a happy family life - even if that’s separately. Making it work? Making both of us miserable more like.”

“I wasn’t miserable with you.”

“You had an odd way of showing it Andy. You’ve barely laid a finger on me for years, you criticise everything I do. I’m sorry, I can’t make Lexie happy by destroying myself in the process. I deserve to be really, really loved and you can’t do that. What’s this really about?” You’ve stripped away his arguments, Lexie being his trump card, he has no comeback.

“Lexie keeps talking about your new friends. I just thought… is there anything I can do to change-”

“No Andy, you’ll never change my mind on this. I wish I’d been brave enough to leave you rather than wait for you to leave me to be honest. We won’t talk about this again. Goodnight.” Absolute wanker! You hang up and grab a pillow to scream into. Jealousy, of course. You’d seen it briefly when you’d gone to his flat to pick Lexie up when she’d been poorly but because you’d seen him so rarely recently it hadn’t really registered. You could laugh, it’s only taken him the best part of 8 years for him to actually feel anything for you. 

The next couple of days are a blur of Easter holiday club for Lexie and work for you. There’s still no luck on the job front which makes you nervous, and Andy’s done you the decency of not calling you again. You’d naively hoped that he’d woken the next morning with a hangover and had been appalled at his own behaviour, but you also didn’t really care. Sara had taken to using the group message she’d sent the photos on for childcare planning - it made sense but it also meant that you didn’t have any other excuse for solely messaging Roy. When you finally unpacked the bags of junk from the beach day, you found his book rather than yours in the bag. You were picking the girls up that afternoon and taking Phoebe straight to her nans where Sara would pick her up. They came out of school with paint up their arms and in their hair from the craft activities laid on for them. You were looking forward to seeing Roy’s mum again and she welcomed you as she had before, with a huge hug. She was over the moon to finally meet Lexie who took to her immediately. When Sara arrived back from work a little while later, the girls helped her shake off her tiredness with a dance party (Taylor Swift of course) so the five of you - including Roy’s mum - were dancing around with music blasting, singing at the top of your lungs.

“Standing by and waiting at your back door, all this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me, you belong with me!” Until Phoebe screeched,

“Uncle Royyyy! I haven’t seen you for ages!”

“You saw me like two days ago you little weirdo.” He said surveying the chaos ahead of him. “Having fun?”

“It’s a dance party! Sara was sleepy so we needed to wake her up.” Lexie told him.

“Sara’s still sleepy but thanks for trying, guys.” She laughs.

“Come on Lexie-loo. Time for us to go.”

“But muuum!”

“No buts, we need to get you ready for dad’s tomorrow.” The two girls looked sombre that they’d be separated for a few days, but Sara grins at you over their heads,

“Freedom!” You get bags and shoes and say goodbye to Roy’s mum. You stop suddenly in the hall, not realising Roy was right behind you and making him bump into you. He puts a hand to your waist so he doesn’t push you over but it brings you flush to his chest. With his hand on your stomach, you know he had to feel the shuddering breath that leaves your body. You reach into your bag and turn to him, “nearly forgot, I ended up with your book.” 

“Keep it, I’d finished it. Did you finish yours?”

“Yeah, keep it. I promised it to you.” He watches you with dark eyes. You know nothing is going to happen, of course it’s not - there’s a house full of people, Lexie is behind you by the front door putting her trainers on. He nods once and puts a single kiss to your forehead.

“See you soon.”

“Bye,” you look over his shoulder intending to shout goodbye to Sara and her mum but Sara’s in the doorway, eyebrows raised and wide eyed.

“Bye babe, I’ll text you later.” She says casually with a look which is far from casual.

You have the following day off for a couple of interviews so you’ve arranged to pick Lexie up from holiday club and take her round to Andy’s yourself. You don’t really want to have to see him, but the plans were made before his pleas to try again. 

“Here’s your bag, bunny, your coat is inside. Be good, I’ll see you in a few days, ok?” You give her a big hug and kiss and she goes straight into the flat. Andy hovers by the door.

“You look good.”

“Thanks, I’ve had a couple of interviews.”

“Any good?”

“Not sure yet, we’ll see.”

“Ok well… good luck.” You nod, ready to escape but you can see he’s itching to say something else. “I just wanted to say sorry about the other night.”

“It’s ok, forgotten already.”

“Oh, cos I just wanted to check that you’re sure?” You shake your head with a little laugh,

“Yes, Andy. I’m sure. Please, don’t ask again. It’s not going to happen.”

“Right, right. Ok. Have a good week then.”

“Yeah, you too.” You leave his flat feeling lighter. You go back to your car leaving him behind, the clocks have changed so the evenings are light. Your drive takes you past the football club and down Roy’s street. His gate is open and the car is just inside. You turn in before you have a chance to chicken out. You ring the bell and wait. The double take as he answers the door means he didn’t see it was you on the doorbell camera,

“It’s you.” He states,

“Yeah, I was just passing. Is this a bad time, I can go?” You make to leave but he’s quick to stop you.

“No, no, of course it’s fine, come in. I was just cooking. Jesus, you look fucking gorgeous.” You leave your bag by the door and step out of your heels.

“Thank you. I’ve been interviewing today.”

“How did it go, what were the roles?”

“Still Deputy Comms Director. I’m not sure, it’s so hard to say. It’s been ages since I interviewed anywhere.”

“Did they give you any feedback?” Already your conversation with Roy is a complete contrast to Andy’s indifference. You have his undivided attention, he’s curious and interested.

“Not really. I think it’s just a waiting game. It’s so annoying, I only have about 5 weeks left. I’m worried that I was wrong to just resign with nothing to go to next.”

“Bold, not necessarily wrong.” He offers, pouring you a glass of wine.

“I think you’re being too kind there.” You laugh,

“Bollocks. If forced retirement has taught me anything, it’s that you have to accept what’s right for you. Sometimes that means it feels like you’re doing the wrong thing until it becomes the right thing.” You mull on his words while he cooks. The speaker is on quietly in the background while you drink your wine. It feels comfortable.

“Do you regret retiring?”

“Fuck no. My knee thanks me every day for it. I didn’t dare let myself think I’d actually enjoy coaching - I tried to make out like I’d hate it.”

“It felt like the wrong thing to do until it didn’t?”

“Exactly. You’ve got to trust yourself.” He puts a plate of pasta in front of you.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Don’t turn up at my house at dinner time and not expect to get fed.” He takes the seat next to you. 

“Tell me about the club. I’ve heard the rumours that Coach Lasso is leaving?”

“Doesn’t know what he fucking wants. He’s in love with the boss.”

“Really?! Does she know?”

“Nah, they’re both being idiots about it. Neither of them will say anything so he thinks the answer is to leave.”

“And it’s not?”

“No, he should tell her. Shouldn’t he?”

“Course he should. What happens if he leaves?”

“Not a clue. Guess I’ll find out if he ever makes a decision.”

“Not long to decide though. Maybe you should give him your ‘being bold’ pep talk.” You continue your meal together and help clean up afterwards. You didn’t have a reason for visiting in the first place, so you certainly didn’t have one to stick around, but he poured another glass of wine anyway. He seemed to be holding back from you a little, engaging in conversation about work and families but he didn’t once acknowledge the evening you’d returned from Brighton. You cleared your throat, “I had to see Andy today when I dropped Lexie off.”

“Oh yeah?” His frown deepened and unlike with Andy, you saw it immediately - jealousy. 

“Hmm. He, uhh, reckons we should try again.”

“Oh.” He picks at the label on his beer bottle. “Bet Lexie’s happy?”

“She doesn’t know.”

“How come?”

“Well I didn’t think it was a wise idea to tell my 8 year old that I told her dad to fuck off… so, there’s that.” He looked up sharply,

“You told him to fuck off?”

“Not in so many words. But I made it very clear that he should never ask me again.”

“Good. It’s probably not good for you - or Lexie - to keep dragging shit like that out and-”

“Roy?”

“Yeah?” You leaned up from your stool at the kitchen island and kissed him lightly. When you moved away, you watched him carefully, 

“If I’ve got this wrong again, I-” He stepped up to your knees, your tight skirt preventing him from getting much closer, and pulled you to him, kissing you so softly. It was entirely different to the first time he’d kissed you and yet felt just as desperate and wanting. He pulls your blouse out from the waistband of your skirt and leans back just enough to ask the silent question, are you sure? You’re not drunk, there are no kids to interrupt, no phones ringing… you know you’re sure, but you have to know that he is too. He anticipates what you’re about to ask,

“Course I’m fucking sure. You’re not wrong. You weren’t wrong last time. You were drunk, I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

“And now?”

“I’d really like to take advantage of you, that ok?” He says with a chuckle.

“Yes, definitely yes.” You laugh, relieved. He kisses you again and though you know you have all the time in the world, you don’t want to waste a single second. 

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispers against your neck, “borderline obscene, actually.” You laugh at his stolen compliment. His deft fingers pull your top up and off and you’re thankful you wore one of your really, really good bras for good luck for your interviews. You both decide at the same time that the other is just not close enough, your damn skirt in the way. He takes your hand to help you down from the stool and circles your waist, “this looks amazing, but it’s in the way.” You guide his hand to the zip at the side while you step up onto your tiptoes to pull his training t-shirt off. The skirt pools at your feet and his hands cover you, trying to explore everything all at once. “Up.” He taps your hip,

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck off.” He laughs, lifting you anyway. He doesn’t take you far, only to the sofa where he drops down with you still in his lap. You sit up on your knees so you can take your weight off his bad knee but he grips your hips, puts you back down and sides you further into his lap. You can feel him hard against you and it’s never been like this before, you’ve never been with someone who has made their need for you so obvious, never made you feel so wanted before. This thought alone helps banish your insecurities to the very back of your mind. He kisses a hot, wet path down your neck to the tops of your breasts, your sunburn faded to golden, but the freckles remain. The sensation of his beard against your skin makes you moan and you can’t help but roll your hips into him. He grips you tighter, holding you against him. You reach down between your bodies to pull at the waistband of his shorts. He takes the hint and lifts you both slightly so he can get rid of them. With the shorts out of the way, he can feel the heat and dampness of you against him, “Fuck me-” he breathes, hands tracing up your back to the clasp of your bra.

“Yes, please, yes.” Your hands are in his hair and you pull him back to your mouth for another searing kiss. You have to let go while he takes the straps of your bra down your arms but you press back up against him as soon as you can, the hair on his chest rough against your skin. You grind your hips down again, desperate to feel him against you. His hand goes between you both and he stops to check in again before touching you. You cup his cheek and nod, a shy smile. His fingers find your centre and brush against you. You breathe his name and your eyes flutter shut. Two fingers slide inside you and you think that’s already enough to send you over the edge. You rock against his hand, your forehead against his.

“Open your eyes,” he rasps, “I want to see you.” The second you open your eyes, he presses his thumb to your clit and you cry out. He doesn’t let up, working you through your orgasm until you're choking back a sob. You catch your breath for a moment, but the need for him is overwhelming.

“Need you now, have you got-”

“I’m clean, constant fucking medicals. You?” You nod and he slips your underwear to one side. You lift up to line him up against you and slide down onto him slowly. The stretch is exquisite, too much and yet absolutely perfect all at the same time. You take him fully and pause for a second to revel in the feeling of having him inside you. He kisses you softly, “you feel incredible. God, you’re so beautiful.” He takes your hips while you set the pace but it doesn’t take long for either of you to reach the edge. You come again with his name on your lips and he’s right there with you, bruising your hips with his grip. You slump against his shoulder, nose against his neck.

“Holy shit,” you manage eventually, feeling him laugh against you.

“Yeah, you’re not fucking wrong.” He pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa and wraps it over you as you slip off his lap to sit next to him. Neither of you says anything, his hands run up and down your calves as you sit with your legs in his lap. He reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ear, “will you stay?”

“If that’s ok?” He gets up and takes your hand, pulling you with him.

“Come on, shower and bed. I’ve got training with Jamie at 4am.”

You wake up briefly to a kiss on the back of your neck.

“Back in a bit, go back to sleep.” He whispers, kissing your earlobe. You sigh happily and snuggle down into the bed, pulling his pillow with you. You hadn’t gotten much sleep, waking every so often to soft caresses and kisses. Your body ached in a way you’d never felt before. You slip back into sleep again, waking a couple of hours later to a cup of tea and warm arms around you.

“How was training?” You ask, voice still full of sleep.

“Painful.” He laughed. You sit up to drink your tea, sitting in between his legs, his back against the headboard and yours against his chest. “Can I ask you something?” He murmurs, a hand drifting over your thigh, you let out a needy moan, it’s almost absurd how he can make you want him so badly. “Remember I had that suit fitting? There’s a gala for work next week. Will you come with me?” You turn to put your tea down and then kiss him.

“I’d love to. Thank you.” You smile.

“I’ve got an hour. What time do you have to go?”

“Same.”

“Good.” He smirks, pulling you back down to him.

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