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whispersoftheton · 2 months

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Anthony bridgerton x wife!reader. Maybe his wife has quite a childlike innocence that the women of the ton take to be weirdness and they tend to isolate her but she never knows why. Maybe they’re newly married and she decides to invite some of the ladies for tea but no one shows up and she’s upset because she’s confused and Anthony comforts her and joins her for tea instead to cheer her up.

Hey! Thank you so much for requesting this & for being so patient! This wasn't meant to be this long but it sort of took on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy it <3

Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none just comfort :)

Word Count: 1.1K

Every square inch of Aubrey Hall's walls flourished with the season's most stunning flowers, the gardens lush as far as the eye could see. The breeze did little to cool you off from the summer heat as you sat under the tent, sipping your afternoon tea overlooking the meadow alongside Violet Bridgerton. It had been a tedious day of tending to various duties around the household, and you were expecting company from some ladies of society later that evening. It seemed your schedule had been considerably more than full since your wedding a few months ago. Rather frankly, you were just as exhausted as you were delighted in your new marriage to the Viscount. Keeping up with the Bridgertons all while being the latest lady of the house proved to be quite the task. Sure, your introverted preferences to stay within the walls of your home with a good book or spend quiet time in the gardens studying the plants were different than the interests of the ladies of the ton. However, you always tried your very best to keep everyone surrounding you in good spirits while performing your obligations, always looking toward Violet for approval, wanting to stay within your welcome. She was the Viscountess before you, after all. You could only dream of living up to her in your new position. Overseeing every small detail runs smoothly across your home, not to mention the impending weight on your shoulders due to the responsibility of Anthony's sisters coming out in the following seasons. You didn't know how long you could keep this facade up if you were being honest with yourself. But you had standards to upkeep, ways in which the Viscountess held her own beside her husband, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was let Anthony or his family down.

The sun blared upon the exquisitely green grass; surrounding the field on the outer edges were countless trees with blossoming flowers overflowing the gardens. Springtime at Aubrey Hall, indeed, was like no other. You turned your attention toward the Pall Mall game. Your husband stood before his siblings, mumbling something you were sure was some tease towards Eloise, making you smirk. Anthony turned toward the field and adjusted his grip on the mallet before making his final shot. A generous mix of disappointed grumbles and cheers erupted from the handful of Bridgertons as he made the final winning score. Half of them scrambled to debate the shot while the other half stood by, giggling toward them.

Anthony left his siblings to argue among themselves over the game he now reigned as champion over. Eloise was clearly bitter and left feeling she had been made a mockery over this loss after spending her spare time practicing for this very moment. Anthony placed his mallet on the stand alongside the others and approached you. He graciously extended his hand toward you, motioning you to go with him before the both of you bid goodbye to his mama and slipped out of sight and into the grand home.

"Eloise is taking quite hard, isn't she?" You said as he guided you through the doors. "She must have thought her practice would allow her to best you once and for all."

"Having hopes of besting her older yet clearly more skilled brother? Unlikely, my love." Anthony taunted, evidently still on a high from his victory. You stood in the main room while Anthony poured himself a drink, beckoning you to join him before you politely declined.

"I cannot. I am having the ladies over for tea shortly, and I cannot be anything less than perfection for their arrival." Anthony wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in for a brief kiss. Enough to have you wrapping your arms around his neck and yearning for more as he pulled away just enough for your noses to brush tenderly against one another.

"No moment in time exists in which you are not perfection, my love." Anthony's smile warmed your heart as you relaxed against him. "They will love you as much as I do; I am sure of it." His validation and loving gaze melted any lingering stresses still dancing around in your head. All that was left was to check off some last-minute preparations, and the tea could commence.

The late afternoon sun cast dispersed shadows across the cobblestone path. Anthony strolled into his home since returning from a lengthy afternoon of business meetings and running several errands around town. Anthony had hoped to come home to you excitedly telling him of your afternoon tea with the ladies of the ton. Instead, he found the halls seemed eerily calm for this time of day. He entered the main room and caught you sitting quietly on one of the sofas in a far corner. You curled up beside the unlit fireplace, twirling your fingers anxiously in your lap when you felt Anthony take a seat beside you.

"Sweetheart." Anthony paused before placing his hand in your lap. You didn't know if it was for comfort or to stop you from fidgeting. His warmth was welcome either way. "Is something wrong?" He cautiously asked.

"No one came." The words strained from your throat. "I know your mama and sisters left this morning on a day's travel, but I hoped-." Your voice broke before resuming. "I hoped at least someone would have-." Tears brimmed your eyes, and scattered tears stained across the top of your dress, some still falling down your cheeks. Anthony's hand cupped your face, his thumb gently preventing the tears from their continued flow. He took your hands in his and placed a lingering kiss on your knuckles before standing before you and offering you his hand. Without another word, Anthony dragged you along the halls and out into the gardens. Various flowers bloomed around you, and he brought you to one of the rarer flowers now flourishing on the property.

"What are we doing here?" You questioned while admiring the intricate patterns in which the vine had taken, the beautiful springtime flora temporarily making you forget the catastrophe of this afternoon. Anthony stepped closer from behind, arms wrapping around you as he whispered in your ear.

"It is when I am gazing upon the most exquisitely beautiful flower in the garden that I think of you." Tears again swelled inside you, but for a different reason this time. "The day will come when the world will see the beauty I am fortunate enough to hold near every day. In the meantime, I get you all to myself, hm?" The warmth and comfort of his words and presence enveloped you, brushing away the day's worries and woes with an ease only he possessed. His voice was a soothing balm for your soul that always had a way of convincing you everything would be okay. Because when you were around Anthony, you knew it would be.

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janeyseymour · 1 month

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I Wouldn't Tell Anyone

based off of that tiktok trend: "i wouldn't tell anyone i won the lottery, but there'd be signs".

WC: ~2.75k

Melissa Schemmenti has worked at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School for years. And in those years, the one constant in her life has been Barbara Howard. The two had started the same year, and while many things have changed, their friendship would never. No, Melissa had watched as Barbara married Gerald, witnessed the woman’s growing belly as she carried both of her daughters, had seen the ups and downs in the Howard family. And likewise, Barbara had been there to see the marriage to Joe, the divorce of Joe, the lean years… and everything in between. They’ve seen the way that teachers come and go, children grow up before their very eyes, and at this point they’ve taught children of students that they had in the starting years. Teaching practices have grown and changed- it’s really an ever-evolving world that they live in.

The second grade teacher had a solid wardrobe that she kept in rotation over the years- really just a few blazers, her signature leather jacket, the same shirt in various colors, a few pairs of slacks and jeans, and of course her heeled boots that she wore everyday without fail.

“Melissa,” Barbara had asked one day. “Perhaps you and I should hit the mall? I know some great places that have wonderful clearance sections.”

“Are you tellin’ me I need to change out my wardrobe?” the redhead teased as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“You know that is not what I am saying, woman,” Barb rolled her eyes. “But I see the way that your shirts are starting to wear thin. I also need an outfit for the end of the year banquet that this damned superintendent is forcing me to go to.”

“When you’re part of a committee, you have to go to that kind of stuff,” the second grade teacher had smirked. “Why you think I ain’t a part of all that?”

Even after the two of them hit it off, going to the mall whenever they found themselves with enough money to spare to treat themselves to a shopping spree, Melissa’s outfits still mostly circulate without fail.

Years pass, and then she meets you one night while she’s out at the bar. She walks in, and you’re captivated. You don’t know what draws you to her, but whatever it is is magical. Your eyes hardly leave her stunning figure as she dances. You know that by the end of the night, you have to at least attempt to make a move on her.

And you do when she decides to take a break from dancing to come over to the bar. Conveniently, the only opening is by where you’re sitting and nursing a margarita.

By some grace of God, she’s been watching you too- trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you over the loud music and people dancing all around you.

She saunters up to the spot that you’re at and smiles at you. Wow… her smile is radiant.

“How come a pretty girl like you ain’t out there dancing with someone?”

“Just came here after a hard day at work,” you shrug. “Wanted a marg, thought maybe the music and drinks would brighten my spirit.”

“Well, you got the marg,” she gestures to your half empty glass. “Why don’t I buy you another, and then we can listen to the music together?”

“I’m sure you have friends here that wouldn’t want me crashing.”

“I’m here alone,” the redhead reveals. “The name’s Melissa. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you tell her.

“Well, Y/N, why don’t you let me buy you a drink, and we can be alone… together.”

You end up getting her number as you part ways for the night, and simply text her when you get home that night, time and place.

She’s just walked into her own house when your text comes through. How does Renata’s Kitchen at 5:30 on Tuesday sound?

I have to wait tomorrow and Monday to see you?

I mean, I could grab a coffee tomorrow after church if you’d rather that, the redheaded beauty sends.

You send her the address of your favorite coffee place, which just so happens to be hers as well. You wonder if the two of you have ever run into each other and just not known it at the time.

The outing for coffee ends up being an entire day’s worth of just walking around the city together as you chat about life. You find out that she’s a second grade teacher at one of the local schools and that she has Sunday dinners with her family every week (that is actually the only reason she has to regretfully leave you that day) among many other things. She finds out that you work for one of the local law firms down the street from Abbott, ironically enough. How have the two of you never bumped into each other, or at least seen each other? You get to your place of work at the same time as she does, you’ve both gone down to the same Wawa at the same time for lunch because your lunch hours coincide, and she quite literally walks past your firm to get to happy hour specials with her coworkers.

Once she leaves you to head to her family dinner, she texts you to let you know that she would still love to do dinner with you on Tuesday. You excitedly reply that you would be absolutely delighted.

The two of you have been going out for quite some time now, and it’s quite funny that you’ve both kept it on the down low. You’re a bit concerned that while courtrooms have progressed with society that if your relationship were to become public, it could get in the way of cases. And she, similarly is nervous that she could face backlash at the school she works for for being in a homosexual relationship. So, neither of you have said anything to your coworkers. And it’s all going swimmingly. While you had both just stumbled upon each other one night at the bar, not expecting to find each other, here you are two years later as a happy couple.

You land the case of a lifetime, one where you could make a decent profit off of your already relatively high paying salary. On top of that, you know that you’re about to be promoted after working with this firm for the last five years.

You end up winning the case, bringing in some good money, and then you’re moving up the ladder and finding yourself with more cash outflow than you know what to do with at the moment. It’s too much for you, living in a small apartment in the city by yourself with nothing else to worry about. So, when your girlfriend comes over to your apartment for dinner, you propose something.

“Mel?” you ask as she stands at your stovetop. She hums to let you know that she’s listening, but her eyes stay trained on the vegetables that she’s chopping right now. “How would you feel if we moved in together?”

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board halts, and she turns to face you. “What?”

“We’ve been together for almost two years,” you tell her. “I just got that nice promotion, plus a huge payout from the settlement with DuBoise, so… I was thinking maybe we could move in together? Find a nice townhouse somewhere in the city and settle into our lives together?”

About a million emotions flicker through the redhead’s face before it settles on a smile. “I think that might be a good idea.”

So, after months of looking, you both say goodbye to your small apartments and are able to move into a beautiful townhouse in Queen Village. When Melissa files the paperwork to change her address for paychecks, Ava comes flying into the staff lounge with her eyes nearly bulging out of her head.

“Uh, ahem,” the principal coughs out and raises her brows, waving the paperwork in front of the second grade teacher during lunch.

“What?” your girlfriend grumbles as she grades a few papers and shoves a forkful of her salad into her mouth.

“Since when did you move?”

“A couple of weeks ago,” Melissa shrugs.

Barbara’s brows furrow. She wasn’t aware her friend was moving house. “Oh, Melissa. Could you not afford the place anymore?”

“Girl, she upgraded big time! Went from living in the slums to a three bedroom townhouse in Queen Village!”

“Queen Village?” the kindergarten teacher repeats.

Again, the redhead just shrugs.

“Melissa, how did you manage that? I know what you make, and there is no way you could afford to live somewhere like that!” Janine cuts in.

“Can it, pipsqueak,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “Let’s just say… I have my ways.”

Nobody is brave enough to ask the mob-like woman what the hell that could even mean.

“Well, when do we get to see the place?” Jacob tries to invite himself over.

Green eyes glare over at the man. “If I can help it, never.”

“Oh c’mon, Mel Mel,” Jacobs whines out. “I lived with you at one point! Why can’t we come see your new place?”

“At the time, I did not know it was you,” the redhead huffs. “And then you moved out on me.”

“Because I found

The second grade teacher blows out a breath. “Maybe once I have it all furnished and put together.”

So, once the two of you have the place put together for the most part, the Abbott clan makes their way over while you’re out of town for a convention that you were forced to go to.

To say that the crew is beyond impressed is an understatement.

“Melissa, this is beautiful,” Barbara compliments.

“How? How?” is all Jacob and Janine can stutter out.

The redhead just smirks. “I know a guy.”

They leave not knowing that the guy that she knows is you- her girlfriend of almost two and a half years at this point. And because it’s you, and you have an unwavering love for Melissa, the house is impeccable and everything she could ever want it to. You take good care of her.

Since moving in together, Melissa’s meals have only become more extravagant. With both of your finances almost entirely combined at this point, you spoil her with the best foods and ingredients that you can get her at any moment. So when she comes into the staff room with way fancier dishes for her lunch, it raises a few eyebrows. The teachers have seen Melissa stretch a dollar like a big headed baby stretches a… the redhead smirks.

“I know a guy,” is all she offers up.

The eyebrows of her coworkers only creep further up her head when she comes in with leftovers from one of the nicest restaurants in the city- a place known nationally for the delicate dishes and absolutely delectable desserts.

She’s eating the extra slice of cheesecake the two of you had brought home when Janine leans over. “How’d you get that?”

“I know a guy.”

“You sure seem to know a lot of guys.”

They have no idea that there are not multiple people- you are almost singlehandedly responsible for the lavish lifestyle that your girlfriend suddenly leads.

Somehow, Melissa is forced to go to one of the banquet dinners that the district is holding because she’s hit a milestone in her teaching, and they’re highlighting her. So, of course Barb offers to go with her to try to find something nice to wear to the dinner that she too will be attending.

“Oh, I think I actually have an outfit,” the redhead refutes the offer. “But thank you.”

“Girl, you never turn down an opportunity to go out shopping,” the kindergarten teacher raises a brow.

“I just… know a guy that already bought me an outfit.”

Melissa shows up to the event looking like a million bucks, and Barbara almost can’t believe it. The redhead’s hair is curled to perfection, the dress that she’s in has clearly been tailored to accentuate all of her curves and to be the proper length. The shoes that she’s wearing are not the black heeled boots Barbara is so used to seeing her work wife wear- no, instead she’s got on a pair of heels that have to be at least two hundred dollars if the kindergarten teacher had to guess.

Of course, their picture gets snapped and is posted to the school website a few days later.

At lunch, while Janine is eating and on her laptop, her eyes go wide. “Melissa!”

“What?”

“You looked beautiful the other night!”

“Thanks, kid.”

“How did you get all of that?”

“I know a guy.”

Jacob moves his chair so he too can get a look.

“Melissa, that is…” he thinks to himself quietly. “At least a six hundred dollar look! For a school event? Girl, where are you getting all of this stuff?!”

“I told youse, I know a guy.”

It’s a weekend when the Abbott crew decides to get together, and they all have plans to go to Barbara’s house for game night, but Gerald gets sick and they can no longer use the Howard residence.

“Well, I guess we should cancel,” Melissa sighs as they’re all leaving the school that day.

“What if we just came to your place?” the kindergarten teacher asks. “It’s the only other space big enough to accommodate us all.”

Begrudgingly, the second grade teacher agrees. As everyone is on their way over, she calls you.

“Hello?”

“Hey hun,” she says softly. “So… change in plans for tonight.”

“Oh? Do I get you all to myself tonight?”

“Not exactly…” the redhead trails off. “We’re moving game night to our house.”

“Oh,” you say softly, your face dropping as you thumb through papers in your office.

“Yeah,” she hums.

“I mean, I guess I can go out to dinner with my mom or something to pass the-”

“What if we just… came out? At least just to the crew,” your girlfriend suggests quietly.

You mull that option over for a few seconds. “Y-yeah. If you’re ready for that.”

“I am if you are.”

“I can pick up dinner,” you tell her. “I should be out of here by 5:30, and then I can head over to grab some food before coming home.”

“There’s…” she counts in her head. “eight of us.”

“Eight?”

“Somehow Mr. J wormed himself into this get together,” Melissa laughs softly. “Something about getting the band back together- whatever the hell that means.

Once you’re free from work, you head over to one of the nicer restaurants in the city, and because you and Melissa have become frequent flyers there, they’re able to oblige your request for a few trays of food. You leave a generous tip before packing the food into your car and making your way back to your townhouse.

Upon pulling in, you take a few deep breaths before gathering your briefcase and the food and making your way to the door.

When you push it open, all eyes are on you.

“Hey,” you sigh as you kick off your shoes and head for the kitchen table to put down all the food.

“Melissa, you didn’t tell us you have a roommate, never mind a hot one!” Ava grins.

The redhead just rolls her eyes before glaring. That glare is gone though once you make your way back into the living room and sit down next to your girlfriend.

“Hey babe,” you smile at her before kissing her cheek softly.

“Babe?” Barbara’s eyes go wide. “Melissa Ann, do you have a girlfriend?”

The redhead just smirks. “Oh, did I not mention that I am happily in a relationship and have been for two and a half years?”

“Wait a minute,” Mr. Johnson furrows his brows and looks you over. “Ain’t you one of those fancy lawyers that works at the firm down the street from Abbott?”

You nod. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cordially shake everybody’s hand with a kind smile.

“Wait,” Janine pieces it all together. “Is this why you moved and could afford this place? Why your meals have gotten a lot fancier, and how you could afford the clothes you wore to the dinner the other night?”

Melissa just nods. “I guess you could say… I won the lottery with this one.”

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mswyrr · 3 days

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kanthony thoughts: rivals to lovers done right

I usually prefer Enemies to Lovers to Rivals to Lovers. What is the difference I see there, you might ask? Enemies are on opposite sides of a serious, life and death conflict, and rivals have issues with each other, but their rivalry takes place within the realm of everyday life. For me, I can forgive bad behavior within a serious conflict more easily than if the Rivals to Lovers couple goes over the top in a less serious situation.

I said all that to say: Kanthony is Rivals to Lovers done right. Below are the reasons I see for why.

1- The writers keep putting them in situations where everyone around them is feeling competitive - horse racing, the yearly Bridgerton pall-mall game, the hunt. If everyone around them has their blood up and is vying with each other, it's understandable that the situation brings out the competitive energy and Belligerent Sexual Tension they're both feeling for each other. They don't seem to be going over the top because of some inner excessive pettiness; they're caught up in the spirit of the thing and it's unleashing their repressed feelings for each other.

2- They are both competitive but also "good sports" - they conduct themselves honorably in these scenarios. No cheating, no getting too personal in their swipes at each other. They both love to compete and to win and hate to lose and they're bubbling over with repressed passion for each other, but they'll accept defeat without being childish or over the top mean. They maintain a sense of perspective, even when they're being passionate.

3- Their banter is either sincere or appropriately artful. Example: at the soiree, after Kate hears Anthony talking about ladies as chattels to the other men, she takes a huge risk in confronting him about it- this is a very rich and powerful man and she is a smart person, she knows keeping her secrets close is the safest and best way to do things in her situation. But she cares about him and hates that he'd talk like that - so she speaks up. She longs to connect with him, to understand why he could say such a thing. For his part, he cares that she's so hurt by what he said, he cares about her opinion of him. They matter to each other. This is the "sincerity" category of banter.

Kate saves her sharpest words for when they're alone, communicating two things (1) she likes this man enough that she's willing to risk being alone with him and tell him her truth and (2) he's eager to interact to the point of being willing to take that from her. He's willing to say "why do you hate me?" and truly want to earn her good opinion.

The other kind of banter, the appropriately artful kind, is told indirectly through the competitive games they play. For example: at the horse race she uses talking about horses--and how Anthony has simply chosen the one everyone is choosing--to criticize him for seemingly choosing Edwina simply because the Queen has named her the diamond of this season. But their byplay is all indirect - neither is aiming to wound or publicly humiliate the other. They want to win, but not destroy.

Good "Screwball Comedy" era films (1930s-40s) did Rivals to Lovers this way too - the couple would banter *over something* with subtext going harder but the surface not being too personal - that's the art to good Rivals to Lovers, the delicate balance. It can't feel too much, too mean, or too little.

4 - They are quick to have empathy and compassion for each other. They try to truly listen and see things from each other's point of view. The best example of this, to me, is the end of the pall-mall game - sure, they've been competitive. But Kate shares that she sees herself as a guardian for Edwina, like Anthony is for his sisters. And Anthony not only respects that - he says he sincerely wishes to earn her good favor. For her part, when her parting shot of the ball goes awry, landing near Anthony's father's grave, Kate senses something wrong and cares - she tries to understand how Anthony is feeling and why. She regrets if she "crossed the line" and went too personal - she's aware there IS a line and their rivalry doesn't justify wounding him deeply, even unintentionally. Anthony treats her with the same consideration as well.

This point is VITAL to cross from rivals to lovers - they both want to understand and have compassion and empathy for each other. As they learn more and connect more, the rivalry part wanes (though they'll always love being competitive together - in a sportsmanlike way!) and the desire to connect and understand intensifies. It feels organic as the shift happens because both components have been part of things all along - the urge to compete and the urge to care and understand.

5- They are explicitly paralleled as similar people who have hurt the same way (and tried to cope with that pain similarly). This is true of my favorite EtL ships: the baddie is often symbolically representing part of the goodie or a dark mirror of them etc. RtL often foregoes this so the rival is, like... just some random jerk?? But when they're mirrors or connected on a deeper level, compassion and empathy for the other is compassion and empathy for themselves too - vitally important with two people who don't "listen" to their own hearts like Kate and Anthony. They've buried them deep - but they can "hear" by listening to each other and caring. They can process their own feelings that way and learn self-compassion and self expression.

It's really good and if more Rivals to Lovers was done this well I'd love it! The writing here is certainly a template I'd turn to for inspiration if I ever write an RtL pairing.

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greenunoreversecard · 3 months

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Kai,llyod, and Cole hc of them with a s/o that's kinda like a child of aphrodite from pjo? A bit more like piper though, they hate their gift and have to deal with cat callers alot?

I got cat called by way older men on the way home so this would be really comforting.

A/N:sorry it took so long to get this out for you. Ik my words can't offer much, but I'm sorry you get catcalled, it's not a fun feeling.

Sugar and spice-> Gn! Reader

individual headcanons of kai, cole and lloyd with a stunning S/O

Kai:

Kai, despite being extremely similar to his element in a multitude of ways, is an utter gentleman.

Hes always respectful of you, and makes sure to ask before he touches you in anyway, and is respectful with his eyes as well

With this said, as you guys grow close and start dating, he becomes uber protective of you.

He knows your very stunning.

And he knows others know that as well.

But alot of times, these people are creepy and go about saying: "hi, your outfit is cool" weirdly

And so he won't hesitate to punt a bitch into the sun

Most likely to throw a punch before a word leaves the creeps mouth.

And if your ever feeling gross and icky bc of the creeps?

Bros pulling out every stop.

Hes getting Zane to make a 10 course Michelin star meal, he's getting your comfort items, a hoodie (yours or his, doesn't matter) and he's becoming a 10/10 massager

Hes getting self care items, and a bath along with movies and cuddles with a side of shoulder to cry on

But if you get angry about the creeps??

He eggs you on. Agrees with you"YEAH BABE, FUCK THOSE ASSWIPES"

he will actively encourage any fist fights fights want to start with them

Hes your number 1 hype man, as well as comforter

Cole:

This man worships the ground you walk on. Just generally

Also drinks the respect tea (all of them do)

Hes always telling you how amazing you look, and even gives advice for anything you may need

Clothes? Food? Whatever hobby your working on?

He just has a eye for style of all categories

Hes generally also more down to earth, and realizes its much more than looks that makes a person

Which is why it takes him a bit longer to confess, as he wanted to get to know you better first (this man is demiromantic and demisexual)

Hes also fucking oblivious

So when people are more... sly about their intentions, like wording and such, he prolly won't notice

But the second he gets wind of what they are tryna pull

Hes super passive aggressive

And he slings a arm around your shoulder, or hides you behind him

Trys to talk it out first, and if they don't catch the hint they will catch his hands

Hes not... great with comfort tbh

His mom's dead and his dad's lowkey emotionally unavailable so he's not good at it

But he will rub your back when you cry, and buy takeout

He'll also prolly ask kai or Jay about how to comfort you better, bc both had either a sibling or parent.

He would ask Nia buts she's a younger sibling with a emotional brick wall of a brother so it's next to never she did some comforting.

Hes a little confused when it comes to comfort but Hes got spirit

Lloyd:

He has always been a little silly

So expect to bark at your aggressors

Idk why I just see him barking at your catcallers

Besides that

Hes always relied more on personality for if he likes someone, like cole

Not that kai doesn't care for personality he does, but looks plays a bigger factor for kai than they do cole and lloyd

Anyways

Off topic

Lloyd doesn't make a big deal how you look. Like doesn't comment on your outfits like cole.

Doesnt mean he doesn't think you don't look nice, bc he thinks you look lovely always

But moreso doesn't give a fuck

Wear a potato sack, or go naked, he doesn't give a fuck he just wants to get to the mall before it closes to he can check out the anime shops

He Def has a idrc additude, especially in dragon rising i feel, so I think if you want compliments you'd have to be outright about it, whereas the other two just kinda;"aww my partner is lovely🥰🥰"

And he's like;"babe, love you to bits and pieces but hurry the fucketh upeth I wanna get there before the fucking store closes"

And bc of that he's also the worst at comfort

Like he's always been told to suck it up so he kinda just is like... cool you done? And stands there awkwardly. He will get better with time, but please explain how to help better for future moments bc he was a Lil scared when you started crying.

Anyways back to the beginning about when mfs are being creepy

Barks at them

Fr barks

Bc it weird them out and he thinks it's funny

Or just tries to be as weird as possible

Like starts acting possessed

Crawls backwards on all fours like the lady from the ring or smth

If generally weirdness doesn't work he fights them

Though he tries to scare them off first

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writingstoraes · 10 months

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i am so addicted to your instagram au! they are *chef kiss* 😘

can i request for a girl dad charles? maybe doing domestic things with his baby girl, like having tea parties & dressing up. thank you in advance if you’re doing it! ❤️

anything and everything 🩰

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: thank u so much, lovely anon <3 and thank u also for requesting and i hope u like this! lmk what u guys think hehe

about: what the request said; just peak girl dad charles.

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ynleclerc i would just like everyone to see this vintage ferrari jacket for kids that charles ferociously fought for on the internet. he picked it up today and said he cannot wait to make his little princess wear it 🫡

carlossainz55 Lol he was asking me to make a bid to that so the other buyer would back out

lecsfam CRYING imagine the charles leclerc fighting you on a bid and losing

charles_leclerc What... we like dressing up, this way I can wear mine and we match ❤️

hamilecs I LOVEEE GIRLDAD CHARLES

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charles_leclerc Spent my day off with my favorite girl in the world 🌍

ynleclerc i see how it is 🤨

charles_leclerc Only cause you're my favorite person, amour

pierregasly My adorable baby girl! Tell her her favorite uncle says hi

landonorris You are not her favorite... charles_leclerc You're right, Lando! It's Enzo. Hope this helps :) landonorris What the fuck

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charles_leclerc Emma had a tiring day at the mall today cause Y/N and I had to go shopping. Spirits were lifted once she made me wear the "cute" headbands she asked her mama to buy when I wasn't looking 🤣

ynleclerc respectfully looking...

livelaughcharles SHES SO ME I AGREE QUEEN

carlossainz55 If you ask me you should've worn the Minnie Mouse one

charles_leclerc If Emma asks, I would 🤷 (She says Minnie is for her)

ynleclerc recently added to her instagram story!

charles_leclerc recently added to his instagram story!

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ynleclerc charles had to leave really early in the morning so he wasn't able to drop emma at school today, which made her really sad (and a bit crabby 🤣) but no problem is never solved when ice cream is involved! my little papa's girl is at it again ❤️

rest assured charles made it up to her by promising her all the ice cream she wishes for 🍦

lilymhe So you just accepted she's a massive daddy's girl

ynleclerc if you can't beat em, join em 🫡

landosnandos EMMA THE MOST ADORABLE

charles_leclerc Literally anything and everything she wants, I'll buy it 🤷

charliewowz pls adopt me

charles_leclerc recently added to his instagram story!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Papa Diaries entry 16: Was Emma's playmate the whole day 🧸 Honestly that braid looks better on her that it did on me when I wore it earlier. She also borrowed some of her mama's make up so she can test it on me.

ynleclerc so that's why your lips were shade rouge red?

charles_leclerc Your daughter put me up to it ynleclerc MY daughter???

carlossainz55 Petition that you post your caked-up face PLEASE.

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Emma makes all chores enjoyable ❤️

franciscagomes Maybe I should borrow Emma so Pierre can finally vacuum the basement?

pierresgirl SO ADORABLEEE ❤️

carlossirhamilton our fave dad-daughter duo!

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ynleclerc charles and emma in matching outfits for today. clearly, i didn't get the memo 🤣

luvahf1 So cute :(( Was this Charles' idea?

ynleclerc yes! apparently he wants to be matching with emma from now on 🤭

charles_leclerc This was unplanned I swear!

ynleclerc you literally took that outfit out last night before bed

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notes: thank u so much for reading <3

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jazminrhode1 · 9 months

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Hii love I was wondering if could request where the triplets have a younger sister and she is going through a bad break up her boyfriend cheated on her and the boys comfort her and spends the day with her to make her day ( sorry I that doesn't make sense)

For The Love Of A Sister Sturniolo Triplets x Lil Sister One Shot

Summary: The boys have a little sister who is going through a breakup.

Notes: N/a

It was 2pm and their little sister was still in bed, scrolling through pictures of her and her boyfriend on her phone. They had been together for 3 years and she could have never pictured that he would do this.

Her curtains were drawn, she was wearing his hoodie and she had mascara all over the pillowcase. Matt creaked open the door and tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness.

He was holding a plate of food and placed it on her bedside table. “You gotta eat something”, Matt said as he pulled open the curtains.

His heart broke when he saw tears streaming down her face. He could have never imagined that little shit would have broken his sister's heart. He sat on the bed next to her and wiped her tears with his sleeve. "I know it sucks right now, but I promise that it will get easier," he pulled her into a hug and placed a kiss on top of her head. "I've got you, ok? I will always be here for you."

He stayed with her to make sure that she ate something and to ensure she stayed off her phone. When she was done, he took the plate and on his way out said, "Get dressed, we're going out." When she pouted, he insisted "You can't stay in here all day - this shit will consume you."

She forced a smile for the first time since she found out her boyfriend was cheating. Matt was always the one to take care of her when she was sick or upset. He always had the kindest way of delivering bad news and he was assertive without being cruel.

She forced herself out of bed and put on the first thing that she could find to wear. As she went to leave her room she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and decided to tie her hair up and take a makeup wipe to her under eyes.

The boys were already waiting in the car when she got downstairs. Chris was leaning against the bonnet and smiled when he saw her. He pulled her into a hug but couldn't find the words to say. As he opened the back door for her to jump in, Nick was already there with a pack of her favorite candy.

"Let's go," said Matt as he pulled out of the driveway. They were heading to the mall to grab Starbucks and go shopping. They put their heads together but, couldn't come up with a better plan than that. Their sister didn't care, she liked Starbucks and she loved shopping especially when it wasn't the money she was spending.

Matt kept checking on her in the rearview mirror as they drove and Chris kept sneaking glimpses over his shoulder. Usually, they were loud and chaotic but, they felt helpless not being able to make her smile let alone laugh.

They drove in silence, listening to Taylor Swift hoping that would lift her spirits but, when All Too Well started playing as they pulled into the parking lot, she burst into tears.

Matt parked the car as Nick pulled her into his chest. “Why wasn’t I enough for him?” she whimpered.

Matt clenched the steering wheel and took in a deep breath. Chris looked away, his heart shattered. How could someone break their little sister like this?

"You are enough", Nick started, "he just made you feel like you weren't by doing what he did."

She couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. "You are way too good for him," Chris added as he reached for her hand.

"Come on... let's go inside," Matt said, desperate to get out of the car before he started crying too.

Nick kept his arm tightly around his sister as they walked toward the mall. "You're gonna get through this", he promised. She looked up and he was smiling back at her. As impossible as it felt, she believed him. He was never wrong about these kinds of things.

She grabbed her favorite pink drink from Starbucks and they started walking through the mall. For the first time in her life, she was not at all interested in shopping and wanted desperately to crawl back into bed and feel sorry for herself.

"Look!" Chris shouted. She turned around to see him pointing with a childlike grin on his face. She looked and saw that the arcade was open and knew exactly what he was thinking.

"I'm not going to the arcade," she demanded.

Nick, Matt, and Chris exchanged a telepathic look and then, as if planned, they grabbed her and carried her inside. For the first time in 2 weeks, she laughed - really laughed and they knew that things were turning around.

They spent the afternoon playing Pac-Man and Pop-A-Shot, Chris even won his sister a giant Tweety toy that she had asked their parents for every single time they came to the arcade when they were kids.

Her heart still ached but, she really needed to spend this time with her brothers. She didn't know how depressed before. She couldn't put it into words just yet but, she loved them infinitely.

As the stores in the mall began to close, they headed for the exit grabbing a Blizzard from DairyQueen on the way out.

"Thanks for hanging out with us today", Chris said with a smile on his face. "Yeah," said Matt, "we need to do this more". "Agreed," said Nick, "and not just at times like this."

"So, are you going to come with me to get our nails done tomorrow?", she said. She seemed better, almost ok.

"I'm in!" they said in unison. She laughed as she shook her head.

The ride home felt nostalgic. Nick went off on a rant about Pac-Man, Chris laughed his head off the whole ride home and Matt just smiled and rolled his eyes.

When they got home, MaryLou was in the kitchen making dinner. "Where have you four been?" she asked.

"The mall," Chris said as he headed into the lounge room followed by Nick and Matt.

"Is that a smile I see?" MaryLou observed as she pulled her daughter into a hug.

She nodded as you took a seat at the counter. "I've missed that smile a lot, sweetheart," she said as washed her hands, "I'm glad you have brothers that can cheer you up".

Every day after that got a little bit better. She found out who her true friends were at school and even got an apology for the boy who broke her heart.

More than anything, she knew that her brothers would always be there for her no matter what she was going through and she would be there for them as well.

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romancefranaticstay · 2 months

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D͙o͙ w͙e͙?

Jeongin x reader

Category: very angst (with smut) with a happy ending

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You were crying in your bed, blankets covering your whole body. You were crying for the past week, because your heart got broken. You described it like painfuller than a knife in your throat.

Your now ex-boyfriend Jake and you had a heated argument, and you can say it got pretty wild. He suddenly brought another woman up during the argument, that was the last straw. You never saw him with rage in his eyes. It felt weird, and you couldn't look towards him the same way.

Your roommate Jeongin tried to cheer you up by watching some movie's or going to the mall. But it didn't help, it did help a bit, but not enough.

Another week pasted by, and you hoped for a phone call from him, but it never came...

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A month passed and your head was light as a feather. You were concentrating on your work for the past month. You got promoted and were doing great. You had a high position for someone with the age 23.

Tonight you had a formal dinner party. You actually didn't want to go, but you had to represent your company. You recently bought a tight black dress, which gave shape to every curve of your body.

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'You a bit excited?' Jeongin asked.

'Yeah, maybe, a tiny bit.'

'You know, there is going to be lots of food.'

'Thats the only positive part of tonight. But you know maybe ill met somebody.'

'Thats the spirit!'

You both were in a big limo the company bought. Jeongin stepped first out of the car and he reached his hand out to you. You placed your hand in his and stepped out of the car.

You two walked inside the building, getting greeted by everyone around. Hearing some whispers and some of the latest gossips. Jeongin had placed his hand on your waist, without you noticing. Everyone was talking with eachother.

When it was time to get seated to your table, Jeongin kept holding you by your waist. The chair was very comfortable and you had a good view.

Suddenly the lights went off, because it was time for a speech. You never saw this coming...

Jake (your ex) had to give a speech. He had everyone raise their glass. Jeongin putted his hand on your thight, because he saw you needed some comfort. The speech at first was very emotional and inspiring, but than...

'I want to thank mine company, mine family and ofcourse mine beautifull girlfriend, seated over there.'

He was pointing at some girl, she was seated at the back. It hurted you that he could move on so fast, and that he did this infront of your eyes. He knew you were seated in the front.

And the worst part was that everyone kinda knew about your break-up, so it was very uncomfortable. Tears started to appear in your eyes. You stayed strong the entire speech.

Finally the lights turned back on, and everyone was again walking around.

'I have to use the restroom, ill be right back.' you whispered in Jeongin's ear. He heard your voice crack a bit.

You walked fast upstairs, towards the bathroom. You locked yourself in a bathroomstall. Crying your heart out.

It isn't fair!

It isn't fair?

It isn't fair...

Jeongin got very worried, because you were locked up for the past 30 minutes.

'Excuse, i am going to use the restroom.' he said.

He ran upstairs, towards the ladies-restroom. He threw the door open. He looked which stalls were used, only one was... He could hear your sobs.

He knocked gently on the door: 'Y/N?'

Nothing.

'Y/N, could you open the door for me?'

Nothing.

'Please?'

You opened the door, tears rolling down your cheek.

'Oh, Y/N.' he placed his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away.

'Why would he do that?'

'Because he is a bastard who doesn't deserve you.'

He opened his arms.

'You need a hug.'

His arms wrapped around your waist. Gently moving from the right to the left. One of his hands going towards your head. Softly petting your head. He looked at you. Your puppy eyes looking up to him.

His eyes looking from your eyes towards your lips. You saw what he was planning to do. His face coming slowly closer to yours. You could feel his warm breath.

His lips slowly pecking on yours. His lips were soft and plump. The warmth you feel was magical. Slowly you parted your mouth so he could get more access. His hand supporting the back of your head.

Your arms wrapped around his neck. He pushed you a bit on a wall. He started to leave sloppy kisse's on your jaw, then he found his way towards your neck. Leaving beautifull hickey's behind.

You started to undo his tie and unbutton his blouse. He started to do the same to you.

'Wait.' he whispered in your ear. He sprinted towards the door and locked it so nobody could interrupt you both.

This time his kisse's were a bit wild, but you loved it. Getting rid of your clothe's like a beast. Throwing everything aside only leaving your panties on. Him also throwing everything, but his underwear, aside.

His fingers finding a way in your panties, glinding in your fold. Hearing whimpers from your mouth. Suddenly he turned you around. His slowly pulled your panties to your knees. He took his lenght outside his underwear, he wrapped his hand around it and leaded it towards your ass.

He jerked his hips towards you, hearing a moan leaving your mouth. (You two weren't really talker during intimacy). He placed his hands on your hips and started to slowly pump into you. Your hand holded his head for support.

His pace started to go faster. You could hear him groan by every pump. His hands grabbed your hands and pinned them on the wall. The room was filled with skin-slapping sounds, it made everything more romantic.

Your back arched, because you were about to cum.

'Jeoniee, ah-h, i-i c-c-.' you couldn't create a sentice anymore. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His head was laying on your shoulder, licking and kissing your shoulder.

He suddenly slipped out of you and turned you around.

'I want to look at you when i cum.' he said out of breath.

He started to slowly pump in you again, while he was again pinning you against the wall. His eyes locking with yours, not looking away. Your orgasm was about the come, you really couldn't take it any longer.

'I i-need to c-cum.'

He started to fasten his pace, pumping into you as fast as possible. Throwing your head back. You could feel him hiding in the crook of your neck. You and him came at the same moment. Staying in the same position for a bit.

He grabbed your chin gently and brought you in for another sloppy kiss.

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You two finally were dressed up again. He kissed your cheek.

'You really want to go back downstairs?'

'We have to, don't we?'

'Do we?' he smirked.

'No we don't.' you smirked.

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THE END

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agaypanic · 1 year

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Okokok so what if the reader is a part of the more popular crowd but is secretly really nerdy and owns like every superhero comic book known to man. And Rory being Rory is like madly in love with her already because she's just really pretty plus she helped him once so now he's like head over heels. But anyways what if the gang are at a comic book shop but see the reader there and like to confront her by asking why she's there and she basically just starts RAMBLING on and on and on about how big of a fan she is of these comic books. And Rory just falls even more in love with her(if that's even possible) and like he just puts his hands on her cheeks to make her shut up and just says "you're the girl of my dreams" and like kisses her BOOM! EVERYONE SHOCKED!! BOOM HAPPY ENDING!!

Girl of My Dreams (Rory Keaner X Reader)

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Summary: Rory Keaner was already heavily infatuated with Whitechapel’s pride and joy, Y/n L/n. But when he finds out she’s a nerd, he falls even harder for her.

A/N: Reader nerds out over scooby doo bc I nerd out over scooby doo, you wouldn’t believe how much I talk about it irl. So yea reader and Rory bond over scooby apocalypse (it’s like the only comic I own) and scooby lore, this fic is kinda just me projecting lmao

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It was no secret that Rory was head over heels for Y/n L/n, one of the most popular girls in Whitechapel. His friends had tried to get his head out of the clouds because there was no way a popular girl would fall for a nerd. Rory thought that was an outdated concept. Eventually, the gang let him have his delusions because his infatuation seemed to be more than the fleeting crushes he had had on others in the past.

Rory thought he had more of a chance with Y/n than with his past crushes. For one, she actually acknowledged and talked to him without being forced to, like being paired together for a school project. She didn’t push him away when he’d go up to speak to her, despite the looks her friends would give him for just approaching them. Y/n seemed engaged in their conversations, making Rory’s dead heart flutter when she’d add on to something he’d say instead of wondering what he was talking about.

“She’s not just hot, Benny!” Rory argued with his friend as he and the gang walked around an outlet mall. The girls wanted to go shopping, and the boys thought that would be the perfect opportunity to look for things to add to their game and comic collection. “She’s really nice and sweet and funny and hot!”

“I’m just saying that maybe you shouldn’t get your hopes up too high, Rory.” Benny sighed, trying not to crush his spirits. “I mean, have you thought that maybe she’s nice to you because she’s popular and doesn’t wanna seem like a bitch in front of people?”

“Don’t say that about her, Benny! Besides, we’ve talked in private before. And she’s just as nice, maybe even nicer!”

“When have you talked to her in private, Rory?” Ethan asked. He half regretted asking because Rory got even more excited.

“Okay, so I was in the library, right? We had some research project, and I was trying to find a book. Well, Y/n was also in the library, and she came up to me asking if I was looking for something. Turns out, we were looking for the same book, so when we found it, we took notes on it together. Did you know she color codes her notes?”

“I learn something new about her every day,” Benny muttered. Erica decided to butt in.

“Guys, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but stop being so hard on Y/n.” Benny and Ethan looked at her, confused. Erica never passed up an opportunity to rag on somebody. But to be fair, she usually ragged on them. “I remember before I became a vampire, she was like the only popular girl who didn’t treat me like trash or like I was invisible.”

That convinced the group a bit more about Y/n. Rory was very imaginative, while Erica was blunt and didn’t care too much about hurting someone’s feelings if what she was saying was honest. One of the boys was going to say something when Rory gasped.

“Guys, I found the comic store!” He raced to the door as fast as he could without using his vampire speed. The rest ran after him, trying not to get hit by the door he whipped open. Rory sped to the comic section as the rest casually looked around. Ethan was in the games section when Rory came back, running into him.

“She’s here!” Rory whispered in a panic.

“Who’s here?” Ethan asked, startled, looking over Rory to see who he was talking about.

“Y/n!” Rory said sharply, looking back for a moment to see if she had heard her name. “She’s in the comic section; what do I do?”

“Go talk to her?” Ethan was confused. Rory was going on and on about how Y/n was so nice and easy to talk to. He didn’t understand what was stopping him from doing so now.

“It’s not that easy! Yeah, at school, it’s fine. But this is, like, out in the open. This is unexplored territory, E!”

“No, it’s not, Rory.” Ethan put his hands on Rory’s shoulders, trying to get him to focus. “You can do this, man. You’re in a place you’ve been in about a thousand times. You’ve talked to Y/n enough times to the point where you’re comfortable enough to go up to her on your own. This should be like a dream scenario for you.”

Rory stared off, thinking about what Ethan was saying. He was right. Y/n was now in his territory, without any of her judgemental friends around her. Talking to her should be a breeze.

“Come on, Rory, go talk to her.” Rory was startled when Ethan started pushing him. He almost stumbled over his feet as Ethan shoved him toward the comics before walking back to the game he was looking at. Rory looked down the aisle. Y/n was still there, looking at a shelf. He took a deep breath before strolling over to her.

“Hey-” Rory cleared his throat, his voice coming out a bit high out of nervousness. “Hey, Y/n. What are you doing here?”

The girl turned to him, immediately smiling at his presence. Rory felt butterflies rapidly flapping around in his stomach.

“Hey, Rory! I’m just here looking for some comics that I’m missing from my collection.” Y/n picked a comic off the shelf. “You know, I’m kinda surprised this is our first time running into each other here.”

“Really?” Rory asked, sneaking a peak at the comic Y/n had picked out.

“Yeah, I mean, I come here-”

“No way! You like Scooby Apocalypse too?” Y/n looked down, realizing he was looking at what was in her hand. She grinned at the fact that he recognized it.

“Yeah! I love Scooby Doo, especially when they have a cool concept like this.” She looked back at the shelf and found another comic in the series that she was missing. “Although, I have to say that my favorite Scooby media has got to be the Mystery Incorporated series.”

“I loved that show!” Rory grinned. As if Y/n wasn’t perfect enough in his eyes, he also discovered that she was a bit of a nerd like him.

“The storytelling is so good! Like finding out that the mystery gang was all connected to the previous group that disappeared and Fred finding out he’s the son of two of the members! Oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on finding out that Scooby’s the descendant of creatures from a whole different dimension, and that’s why he can talk.” Y/n didn’t notice Rory looking at her like a lovesick puppy, thoroughly entranced by her rambles. “Did you know that Anunnaki, the creatures, was actually a group of gods in the Mesopotamian pantheon? So like, Scooby could actually be seen as a descendant of gods! I feel like the writers of the show put so much effort into-”

“God, I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Rory said dreamily. Y/n paused her ramble, looking at him in surprise. Rory soon also became surprised at what he had just said.

“You wanna kiss me?” Rory realized that she didn’t look disgusted or weirded out. She smiled softly at him, waiting for an answer. He took a deep breath to get the courage to speak.

“Yeah.” He nodded, watching her smile get bigger.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.” Y/n shrugged, taking a step closer to him.

All fear washed away at her words. Rory stepped closer to her until there was barely any space between them. He cupped her cheeks with both hands.

‘She looks even more pretty up close.’ Rory thought as he took one final look at her for confirmation before pressing his lips to hers. One of Y/n’s hands left the comics she was holding to hold the back of his neck, drawing him more to her as their gentle kiss continued.

One of his hands slid down to rest on the small of her back. He gripped the fabric of her sweater as if none of this was real and she would fade away. But it was happening, and nothing could tear them away from this moment.

Until they heard a ‘whoop!’ and broke apart suddenly as if they had just remembered they were in a public place. Rory’s hand on Y/n’s back pushed her closer to him like he was scared that being found so close to him would scare her away. But instead, she leaned into him as her head whipped toward the source of the noise.

“Go, Rory!” The boy looked like a deer in headlights at his friends, who were crowded at the end of the aisle. They all looked both surprised and proud of him for finally making a move, even more surprised that Y/n reciprocated the kiss.

“Uh, a little privacy?” Rory laughed awkwardly, even though they were in public. The friend group quickly nodded and dispersed, acting like they were focused on other things while secretly listening to Rory start to talk to Y/n.

“If that kiss didn’t show it, I really like you, Y/n.” He smiled nervously. “You’re like the girl of my dreams.” Y/n laughed.

“Well, in case my kissing you back didn’t show it, I really like you too, Rory.”

“You’re even more perfecter than I thought you were.”

“‘Perfecter’ isn’t a real word in that context, Rory,” Sarah commented, forgetting that she and the gang weren’t supposed to be eavesdropping.

“Hey!” He looked at her offended before being drawn back to Y/n by a hand on his cheek.

“I think you’re just as perfect, Rory.” He giggled when she leaned in to kiss his cheek. From the corner of his eye, he saw the friends look at him expectantly, like he was supposed to do something. He racked his brain on what he should say.

“There’s an arcade nearby,” Rory said suddenly. “I have some money and… If you don’t mind, I really wanna keep hanging out with you.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

#rory keaner x reader #rory keaner #mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #agaypanic

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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ok but like...... shopping for pink clothes with miggy to get him in the barbie spirit before y'all watch the barbie movie like...........

it's amazing, really, how you managed to get him to come with you to the mall for that reason. miguel really hates going out and wasting his time and energy for such trivial purposes, and yet he told lyla to clear his schedule for the day for you. he furrowed his eyebrows as he fit his sunglasses on the minute he stepped out of the car and looked up ahead at the bustling establishment as he trailed behind you.

"again, why pink? isn't my get up good enough already?" he questioned you as you halted your steps and turned to face him with your hands on your hips. "miggy, you dare disrespect and desecrate the ancient tradition of donning pink to the opening of the barbie movie? for shame, miggy, for shame." you scolded miguel as you pouted at him and copied his furrowed eyebrows.

miguel sighed as he folded his arms over his chest and lowered his head. "okay, fine." he said in a reluctant manner as he gave in to your need to see him in pretty pink apparel. you smiled as you clasped your arm in his and led him to several clothing shops you frequented at. you honestly struggled to find anything that was both pink and comfortable enough for him to wear, he accidentally shredded up a few shirts and jackets here and there, but you two don't need to talk about that.

you felt rather disheartened at how, for a man as big, tall, and built as miguel, finding pink clothes for him was like finding a needle in a haystack. "so much for my dreams in pretty pink to come true..." you murmured to yourself in evident disappointment and sadness as you stepped into the car dejectedly and leaned against the car door as miguel got in, too. in a normal scenario with literally anyone else, miguel would have put the whole situation behind him and rejoice internally how the whole debacle was now over. but when he looked over at your sullen face and saddened expression, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of second-handed sadness as you stayed silent during the whole car ride.

as you two got home, you immediately walked upstairs and holed yourself up in the room your two shared, feeling too tired and let down to be talked to at the moment. miguel breathed out his own frustration at the situation and blinked back his disbelief at what he was about to do. "lyla," miguel called for the AI assistant, who was now in 1950's barbie setting. "yes, miggy dear?" she asked him as she flaunted herself and lowered her new white and black sunglasses. "...integrate all of doll miggy's wardrobe to my hologram settings for my clothes." he said, to which lyla grinned and happily obeyed to do.

miguel knocked on the door of the room after a while, and you sat up a little bit on the bed; your miggy doll was in one hand, dressed up in your mean girl inspired outfit that you personally sewed for the doll. "can i come in?" miguel asked, to which you called out your "sure," as you slumped back in bed, twiddling with the scowling doll in your hand. miguel stepped into the room, you not looking at him in shame as you thought about wasting his time, only to end up with a fruitless search.

"could you at least... look at me?" he asked you in a pleading manner, and you found yourself giving in. you hoped he wasn't too mad, maybe just a little empathetic over your desire to see him in a... oh goodness. and there, in all his glory, was miguel in a hot pink jacket, with a low v-neck cut, light pink shirt underneath with 'everyday a boss bitch' strewn on the front, with dangling pink earrings on his earlobes, with lyla's signature pink heart-shaped glasses on, a plaid hot and light pink skirt on and glittery pink stilettos that made him bump his head on the ceiling every time he walked. you covered your mouth as you accidentally dropped the miggy doll, that was the very outfit you made for it, and now...

"miggy... is a real doll-man guy...?" you asked aloud in disbelief as miguel looked extremely flustered at the brightness and slight boldness of this outfit. "this is what you wanted, right? well, now we can go see the movie now. we have 45 minutes until then, wouldn't wanna keep barbie waiting, right?" he asked with a crooked smile on his face as you got off the bed and felt over the outfit. "faux fur on the jacket's accents..." you muttered as your nearly teared up at the excellent attention to detail. miguel chuckled as he placed his hands on your cheeks. "i'd wear this for as long as you need me to, just... please don't feel sad, amor." he said as you sniffled back a few tears.

"oh, believe me, miggy... i am more than happy right now." you said as you extended your arms out to him, which was a sign that you needed him to lean down for a kiss. you pressed your lips against his own, and miguel took in every moment of it--savoring how gratifying the feeling of earning a kiss from you after practically barbiefying himself just so you wouldn't feel sad. if this is what the miggy doll gets as treatment from you, then he'd gladly be your miggy doll forever and dress in pink to watch you smile and kiss your tears away.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

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pairing: billy hargrove x steve harrington / WC: 4501

summary: based on this post by @ariesbilly (i was anon), el shops rather creatively for billy's birthday and steve has some things to say about his new look

this will be crossposted on AO3 as soon as i've got the time to set up a new account there. i hope you enjoy, and please consider leaving some feedback! also, i've got a harringroveson spidey/venom au in the works, so please let me know if you'd like to see that :-)

Billy’s genuinely, truly concerned when Jim pulls him aside at his little birthday dinner, and not just because he’s still a tiny bit wary around the man. He hasn’t done anything awful yet, so far there’s not a bone in his body that resembles his dad’s, but Billy’s lived with Neil all his life, and Jim only a few months. He’s getting better, but he’s not there yet.

“Listen,” Jim murmurs, taking the hand he’d used to usher Billy into the kitchen off of his arm. Billy appreciates it, it’s like Jim knows he doesn’t like being grabbed; like he pays attention to Billy’s comfort.

“She’s come a long way,” Jim praises El, “-but gift giving for anyone but Max is… hard. She just shops for herself, it’s like-” Jim rubs an exasperated hand over the scruff on his chin, leaned up against the kitchen counter while Billy leans in slightly to hear his low voice, “It’s like she finds something she likes. And since she likes the person she’s giving it to, she equates the two. ‘Thinks that whatever she likes, they’ll like too. That’s why I drink out of that glittery cup every morning,” Jim gestures to the tumbler currently drying on the rack, ‘BFF’ written in white loopy letters on the plastic, “She’s got the spirit, just not the know-how. And I was really trying to get her to branch out for you, I took her to the mall but she beelined for Claire’s, and-” Jim sighs, shooting a cautious glance back to the living room where the girls are waiting with their gifts, “Just- please act like you like ‘em. If you want, I’ll give you the receipt, and you can return them for cash, just- humor her. Please.”

“Okay,” Is all Billy says, really all he can think of saying, and Jim reaches out to pat his bicep.

“Thanks,” His shoulders slump in relief, “Alright, birthday boy, let’s get going.”

Billy’s used to birthday gifts, but not nice ones. If he was lucky, he’d get gas money for the week from his dad, but that’s only because Susan insisted on acknowledging the day. Gifts have always been an obligation, never a gesture, so sitting on the couch in front of three tissue-paper-stuffed bags is a bit daunting for the man.

“Mine first,” Max demands, pushing her bag forward. Billy sends her what he hopes she perceives as a smile, a small twitch at the corners of his lips. They’ve gotten a lot better with each other now that Neil’s not goading Billy anymore, and Billy’s glad for it.

Inside there’s a gift card to a surf shop he’d worked at one summer back in California. He doesn’t even know if there’s anything on it - for all he knows, she found it in a box of his old stuff - but just seeing the logo of the place makes him nostalgic, and his barely-smile blooms into an unbridled one. The gift of memory is one he didn’t know he’d appreciate this much.

“Damn,” He huffs out a laugh, plucking the thin plastic out of the tissue, “Where’d you find this?”

“I wrote to my grandma,” Max confesses, “There’s 50 bucks on there, but for the record, all I sent her to put on there was 20.”

Billy remembers Max’s grandma; they’d visited her once. She was awesome, but the kind of awesome that made parents distrust her, and contact was lost after the move to Hawkins. The old lady had crammed Billy and Max into the back of her cluttered bug to get ice cream after Neil and Susan had gone to bed, and it was nice for Billy to hear she was still doing well.

“Thanks,” Billy laughs, almost a scoff as he reaches out to ruffle her hair. She pretends to hate it, maybe she does a little, but she lets him, which is like another birthday gift: Annoying Privileges.

He sees a flash of black as he puts the gift card back in the tissue, and it explains why the tiny plastic was wrapped so excessively.

Don’t show Hopper, the note reads, with an arrow down, so he discretely peels away the paper to find three cartons of cigarettes beneath it. He’ll worry about how she got them later, for now he shoots her a smirk that she returns.

“Alright, mine’s kinda-” Jim fumbles for his bag, “-tied into hers. Here, kid.”

The tissue crinkles under Billy’s fingers, and he peers down into the blue bag to see a paper.

He pulls it out, squinting at the fine print.

It’s a hotel booking. A hotel in California, shit, right by the beach.

“I already called you off of work,” Jim smiles at Billy, “It’s about a month from now. Only condition is you take the girls with you, they’ve got their own room and we’ll send ‘em with gas money.”

Max’s grin is bright, and Billy knows this is just as much of a gift for her as it is for him. His chest feels tight, like each word on the page had sucked air out of his lungs until there was none left, and now he’s struggling to breathe. He’s wanted to go back since the moment he left, but his dad never would have let him, and moving in with Jim and El then immediately fleeing the state seemed rude, so he’s grateful for the push. He doesn’t even know how to begin thanking Jim, so he starts with the words themselves.

“Thank you,” Billy croaks, trying not to let a gush of emotions overwhelm him. “Seriously, I-” His voice wavers and he clamps his mouth shut, looking down and pinching his fingers along the folded crease of the paper to thin it down even more, “Thank you, Jim.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jim reaches out again, gives him that little pat pat to the bicep instead of trying to hug him. Billy thinks just for that, he will let Jim hug him next time.

Once Billy’s regained his composure and only let one gruff sniffle slip, El is handing over her bag.

“Mine was not as much money as theirs,” She looks serious, like Billy’s going to backhand her for not renting them an RV for the trip, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Jim starts, ready to console her and teach her an etiquette lesson, but Billy lets out a weak chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it, El.” He tugs at the tissue paper, “One time I wrote I.O.U. on a piece of paper for Max’s birthday.”

El’s brows furrow at the unfamiliar phrase, and Max leans in, “It means I owe you, like, ‘I owe you one’. He didn’t get me anything.”

“I offered you something,” Billy gripes, pausing in his unwrapping efforts, “Not my fault you chucked it out.”

“Oh, no,” Max laughs, “I still have it. But I wasn’t gonna waste it on arcade tokens. I’m gonna make it count, you’re gonna bail me out of a bad party or lie to the cops about-”

She reconsiders, looking at Hopper who’s stiffened slightly, his eyes narrowed at her, “-Nothing. Lying to cops is bad.”

“Nice save,” Billy deadpans, ducking his head back down towards the bag. The tissue inside is messy, he can tell El did it herself.

Beneath the first layer of tissue, the stuff crumpled up to give the present volume, there’s six individually wrapped packages. Billy’s stomach does a little flip; call it nerves, call it endearment, but whatever it is, he reaches for the first package without paying it any mind.

His fingers peel at the tape sticking it all together, and his strong grip rips the tissue. He goes with it, tearing into the gift, and a purple plastic card falls into his hand. It’s punched in two places near the middle, and inside each hole is an earring. They’re- not his style.

They’re studs, little balls of gel in rainbow colors with squishy spikes sticking out of them. They honestly look like something a kindergartener would make with a hot glue gun, but there’s an expectant smile on El’s face and Billy finds himself smiling back at her, genuinely so.

“Thanks, El,” He flips the package over, price tag ripped off messily and silver backings staring at him, “These are cool.”

“I know you like earrings. There’s more,” She prompts him, the section of her hair that she’s tied up bouncing as she leans forward enthusiastically, “Open them.”

“Okay,” He laughs, setting the earrings aside. The second package yields another pair, this time two pieces of bread with little smiley faces on them, one painted brown for peanut butter and the other purple for jelly.

“That’s cute,” Billy laughs breathily, “That’ll go good with my purple button up.”

“Mhm,” El nods, hair once again bouncing, “That’s what I thought.”

As Billy expects, each package contains a pair of earrings. He gets tiny springs, a gradient of pink to purple to blue covering the curved metal, and they look like they’d be permanently damaged if he stretched them out even once. Then a pair of jellyfish-inspired ones, a clay head with a smile on its face connected by metal rings to all of the tentacles dangling below. Next are lollipops, stiff sticks leading into plastic that’s swirled in design and shaped like a bear’s head with yet another smiley face. Each little black curve on the earrings’ faces only makes his own grow. The fifth pair are meant to look like goldfish, suspended in resin that fills the bowl to make it look like they’re swimming in water. It’s the most intricate pair of earrings he’s ever seen, he’ll give Claire that. The final pair is much bigger than the others, and when he unwraps it, a pom-pom sticks out.

They’re big puffballs, tie-dyed pink and purple, connected to a peace sign stud that goes through his ear. They’re obnoxious, something you’d only see on a child whose grandparents had bought the biggest pair of earrings they could find because their vision was too poor to appreciate any smaller designs. Nevertheless, Billy pops the squishy backing off of one of them, and sticks it between his teeth. He slips his own earring out of his ear, and tucks it into the breast pocket of the shirt he’s wearing. He sticks the puffball into his ear right then and there, and El’s grin is almost unbearably wide.

“It looks pretty,” She gushes, and Billy laughs.

“Thank you, El.” He gives her the obligatory brotherly hair ruffle as well, but she looks honored compared to Max’s exasperation. In leaning forwards to reach her, the metal point of the second earring digs into Billy’s palm where he’s holding the card still, and he glances down at it thoughtfully.

“Here,” He thinks fast, plucking the backing off of it and handing it to El, “Let’s match.”

She looks at it wide-eyed, caught off guard, “You want me to wear the other one?”

“Duh,” He nods, hand still outstretched, “How else are people gonna know who bought them for me?”

She’s more than happy to snatch the second earring from him, sliding it into her own pierced ear and shivering slightly at the feeling of the fluff brushing against her skin.

“Alright,” Jim claps, a loud, striking sound, “You guys look great. Cake time?”

“Cake time,” Max agrees, already rising to her knees to stand and head for the kitchen, “Chocolate, Billy, your favorite.”

Billy’s all Thank you’d out. Not because he’s not thankful for this, because he’s more than that, but because he’s said it so many times today that the words are starting to lose their meaning, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to be insincere, so he’ll save the ‘Thank you’s for when they really count.

Max and El settle on the floor in front of the tv to watch the movie they’ve picked out, clearly one that Jim hadn’t seen until now.

“Oh, not Terminator,” He reaches for the television to shut it off, but both girls scramble to fight him off, “It’s rated R, girls!”

“It’s Billy’s favorite,” Max huffs, and that’s not true, but he knows nothing in the movie will shock her, and El grew up being bounced around dimensions, so she probably won’t lose any sleep over a bit of blood.

“It’s true,” Billy drawls settling back on the couch with his cake and his beer (that Jim only reluctantly handed him because it’s his birthday), “But it’s fine, Jim, we don’t have to watch what I want, they can turn on My Little Pony or some shit.”

Jim wonders briefly how he’s been outsmarted by two tweens and a teenager. If he says no, he’s the asshole that ruins Billy’s birthday. If he says yes, the girls are going to see gratuitous shots of naked Arnold Schwarzenegger that he’d rather them not witness.

“You cover your eyes for the first scene,” Jim finally concedes, narrowing his eyes at Max and El, “I mean it, no peeking or I’ll do it for you.”

“Okay,” They agree, already far too amused for Jim’s liking, and Max turns to grin mischievously at Billy. It’s nice, he thinks, to do dumb shit with her. Like real siblings.

The movie starts, and Jim’s a bit too preoccupied eagle-eyeing the girls to make sure they’re not seeing anything raunchy to notice that Billy’s paying more attention than he ought to be. But once the man straightens back up so does Billy, mentally so, and turns his attention to Jim when he leans over towards Billy.

“Hey,” Jim’s whisper is gruff, but El doesn’t hear, “Thanks for that. She’s really happy.”

“No problem,” Billy admits, “They’re… different, but they’re kinda cool.”

Jim laughs, and Billy gets the sense that Jim doesn’t think he’s being sincere, but really, he is. The earrings themselves aren’t kinda cool, a year ago he’d rather have pitched himself into the quarry than wear rainbow-colored springs dangling from his ears, or a smiley piece of peanut butter toast, but what’s kinda cool is that someone gave them to him because they thought he’d like them; because they like him.

What’s kinda cool is love, Billy figures out that night, and his cake tastes a little sweeter because of it.

El doesn’t usually accompany Billy to work at the auto shop, but that’s only because he leaves too early for her to be awake yet. She’s recently discovered sleeping in, and sometimes she’s not awake before two in the afternoon. Now, though, she’s bursting with excitement for the California trip, even though it’s not for another month. Billy hadn’t slept with the puffball earring in, but he’d put it right back on this morning, and so had El. They’re sitting behind the counter now, planning an itinerary for the trip he’s not too stressed about, because he knows El will lose the paper before they leave in a month.

“And we have to go to In-n-Out,” She decides, “I know those are in California.”

“Yeah,” Billy laughs, “They’re not that good. I mean, I like ‘em, but there’s good burger places everywhere. They have these palm trees though,” He moves his hands to cross over each other, “They cross like an ‘x’, it’s pretty cool. My friend tried to climb one once, we got kicked out.”

El giggles, and her eyes wrinkle at the corners with the expression. Billy likes it, he wonders if his own eyes scrunch when he laughs. But he doesn’t do it very often, and especially not in front of a mirror, so he might never know.

She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, so Billy turns his attention to their customer log instead. There’s a man coming by in two hours to pick up his car, but the repairs are complete, so Billy doesn’t have to do anything about it. And there’s another customer coming at five for an oil change, but it’s only eight in the morning. He hears the scrape of wheels on gravel, and he cranes his neck to see over the reception desk and out the door.

Fuck. It’s a red beemer, one he knows almost better than his own car because of how frequently he’d crammed his camaro in beside it in the high school parking lot. It’s Steve Harrington’s car, and that means Steve Harrington came with it.

Billy tugs on the hem of his tank, tightening the shirt over his chest. It’s not that he wants to look good for Steve, it’s just- well, no, that’s it. The banter he’d shared with Steve over their time at Hawkins High was the most tension he’d felt in his entire life, and it came at a time when he sought thrill and excitement the most; apparently being sweat-covered, shirtless opponents on the basketball court does things to a man’s head. He’s not naive enough to think he’s gonna be able to sweep the guy off of his feet with one suave remark, not when just last week Max had somehow convinced the man to give her a ride back home from Jim’s place after a sleepover, and Steve had seen Billy bleary-eyed, messy-haired, and pajama-clad. He’d tried to own it, leaned back on the couch with his legs spread, one arm up on the back of the couch and exposed by the shirt he was wearing as he nodded with a lazy grin at Steve, ‘Morning, Harrington’. If he’d squinted, he could see a bit of pink coloring Steve’s cheeks. But a success or not, the experience was embarrassing, and he’s glad that he’s a little more put together today.

Billy forgets just how put together he is today. He feels the soft brush of the fuzzy earring against his neck right as Steve starts towards the store, and his stomach drops.

He has a very important choice to make.

He can take the earring out, giving him a better chance at this coy little game they have going, and subsequently insult his new sister, or, he could leave it in, puff up his chest with pride, and greet Steve with confidence, ultimately risking his win.

He almost tears his ear from how hard he rips the earring out.

“Harrington,” Billy drawls, “Car trouble?”

“Battery’s dead,” The man huffs, and there’s sweat beading at Steve’s hairline, “I had to push’er down the street, I was getting groceries.”

Billy feels like a cartoon character; he almost audibly gulps at the thought of Steve muscling his car down the road. He wonders if Steve could see his Adam’s apple bobbing if he really did dry swallow. He wonders if Steve would watch.

“Tough luck,” Billy sends Steve a lazy grin, passing the sign-in book over the counter with a pen, “Just fill that out, I’ll get your service started.”

“Thanks,” Steve mumbles, “Got an estimate?”

“Depends,” Billy shrugs, “I might do you a favor and replace those ugly seats you’ve got, too. That’ll cost extra.”

“Like your car’s hot shit,” Steve scoffs, but his tone isn’t demeaning, and Billy’s chest does that weird tight thing again when he realizes they’ve advanced to friendly banter, “Do you know how ugly that blue and yellow license plate looks against the blue of your car?”

He laughs, but before Billy can quip back, say that it’s California grade, that he’d rather die than replace it, the door to the back opens up, and El comes out.

“Steve!” She smiles sweetly, “Is your car broken?”

“Yeah,” He laments, eyeing her accessory, “Woah, crazy earring.”

“Billy has one, too.” She brags, then notices it’s missing from his ear. Billy’s stiffened where he’s rifling through the desk drawers for a form to give Steve, and before he can make any excuses, El spots the puffball where it’s fallen to the floor.

“Oh!” She lunges for it, handing it to Billy with a sweet smile, “It fell out. Here it is.”

Billy has another choice to make.

Scoff at her, say ‘nice one’, and tell her to put her earring back in. Or, take it from her and embarrass himself in front of Steve.

This time, he decides she’s ultimately more important.

“Thanks, El.” He grins at her, taking the puffball from her hand and hooking it expertly through his ear. It dangles against his neck, and he passes the form over to Steve who’s looking between the two of them with some sort of guarded amusement.

“Fill this out, too.” Billy instructs, “And I’ll start on your car.”

“O-kay,” Steve complies, more of that amusement painting his features as he ducks his head to fill out the form, “Pink looks good on you, Hargrove.”

Billy shuts the door to the back room as a response. He feels like punching the wall, because did that mean ‘good’ as in good? Or good as in ‘ridiculous’? He’s well aware Steve had a mean streak in high school, and Billy isn’t interested in being bullied.He’s never worried about being bullied by his peers before, he was always on top. Now it’s different, this isn’t high school and he doesn’t have backup boys to make his posse. It’s a one-on-one fight, and Steve’s got the advantage. And- and if it did mean good, what’s he supposed to do with that information? Wear a pink shirt the next time he sees Steve? Go as Pink Panther for halloween? He considers just about everything but dying his hair, mind swirling with possibilities.

He starts on Steve’s car to distract himself, and he barely manages to gather the courage to take his shirt off to push Steve’s beemer into the garage like he’d originally planned. He still does, of course. But it’s a hard decision to make.

“Steve,” El steps out from behind the counter, walking over to where Steve’s flipping through an old Highlights that Billy’s boss keeps there for kids, “What did you get Billy for his birthday?”

The man flounders, “Uh, when’s his birthday?”

El’s brows furrow, “It was yesterday. You didn’t get him anything?”

“No,” Steve shakes his head, “Sorry, El. I’m sure he didn’t expect me to, though, ‘probably didn’t hurt his feelings.”

“But friends give each other birthday presents.” She insists, “Why didn’t you?”

“He’s not my friend,” Steve grimaces slightly, but backtracks when El only gets more scandalized, “We- I… Ugh,’ He groans, rubbing a hand down his face, “We, like, hated each other in high school or something. I think he’s only nice to me now ‘cause he has to be, we’re all friendly, y’know?”

“Billy likes you,” El promises, “That’s why he comes out of his room when he knows you’re coming over. And why he always takes us to get ice cream. He likes seeing you.”

“Uh, I think-” Steve stammers, heart pounding so viciously he can hear it, “That’s probably… not what that means. Hey, um, do you have any water I could have? I’m really thirsty from pushing my car.”

He’s out from under her scrutinous gaze for long enough to compose himself, tamping down any hope she might have given him. It doesn’t help that he’s first heard Billy’s genuine laugh today, and the vision of the man’s bright eyes, scrunched and wrinkled at the corners have been plaguing him ever since. Things need to stop piling up, he decides.

When she gets back she sits in the chair beside him, one leg bent beneath her and the other firmly planted on the floor, “You should get him a birthday present.”

Steve hums, bringing the cup she hands him to his lips to buy him time to respond. Eventually, he settles on, “I’ll try to find something,” and she seems to like that answer, so she lets it go.

“I got him earrings,” She explains, and pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place in Steve’s head, “The ones that he’s wearing now. And five other pairs.”

“Wow,” Steve nods, feigning awe even though he knows Jim probably paid for them himself, “That was nice of you. He liked ‘em?”

“Yes,” She nods, “He likes earrings. And he said he’s going to wear them with me when we go to California.”

“California,” Steve echoes, brows raised, “That’s nice. When are you going?”

“In a month,” El recites, “Billy’s from California.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, eyes drawn to Billy’s framed employee picture on the wall, noticing the tan adorning the smooth skin of his handsome face, “I know.”

“Okay,” Billy turns to look at the girls in his backseat, bright smiles on both of their faces, “Gas money?”

“Check,” Max slides him a wad of cash, and so does El.

“Snacks?” Billy pulls his wallet out, stuffing the bills inside.

“Check!” El takes over this time, a plastic bag in her hand that’s filled with enough ziploc bags of goldfish to last them halfway through the road trip.

“Bags?”

“Check,” Max jabs a thumb towards the camaro’s trunk, “We didn’t forget our suitcases, Billy.”

“If you did, and I hadn’t asked, you would have blamed me,” Billy narrows his eyes at his stepsister, “Don’t make me push you out of the moving car.”

What can he say: things are better, they’re not perfect. She knows he’s joking, though, she sticks out her tongue in response.

“I have one more thing,” El calls, effectively breaking up Billy and Max’s banter. The two look curiously at her, and she passes Billy an envelope, thick towards the bottom left corner.

“It’s a late birthday present.” She informs him, “Open it. It’s for the trip.”

“El,” Billy tears at the envelope with a confused furrow in his brow, “You got me stuff for my birthday. Why more?”

“It’s not from me,” She admits, “Just open it.”

The envelope was sealed well, by whoever sealed it. Billy all but mangles the paper to remove its contents, and when he does, a pair of earrings falls out, mounted on a purple plastic card. Claire’s.

There’s a pink and white striped surfboard on the left side, and a glitter-covered palm tree on the left. There’s a note inside too, and Billy peels it apart much more cautiously than he had the envelope.

Billy,

Happy birthday. Enjoy California.

- Steve

P.S: I wasn’t kidding. You look good in pink.

Billy nearly rips the earring card trying to wrench the surfboard off. Once he gets it out, he slides it into his ear, passing the palm tree back to El and grinning at the girls through his rear-view mirror. He admires the way that the earring looks against his tanned skin, and- oh, look at that; his eyes do scrunch when he smiles.

“Ready?” He raises a brow, sunglasses perched on his head and lost in his curls in wait of the California sun.

“Ready,” They confirm, and El’s nod sends the palm tree earring swinging beside her face.

Billy revs the engine, and it’s never been a happier sound, “California, here we come.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #harringrove fanfiction #billy x steve #billy hargrove #billy and el #billy and max #billy and hopper

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half-oz-eddie · 6 months

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I love all the "Billy gets into the Christmas Spirit" thoughts but what about "Steve stops celebrating Christmas because the holiday never held much meaning to him in the first place"?

Steve's parents bought him off and then left him to his own devices with the newest toys and gadgets, but there were never any actual traditions.

Mrs. Harrington decorated the tree on her own, or with ladies from the neighborhood as a vanity project. She wanted everyone to know they had the biggest, most perfect tree in town. Mr. Harrington threw whatever decorations on the house she wanted to shut her up and make her happy because he was cheating anyway.

There was no family cheer, no sitting by the fireplace drinking cocoa or watching Frosty and Rudolph, none of that. All he remembered was his father working more and being at home less, and his mother always running to the mall, or dragging him along and asking him to hold a few things.

It was a forced, vanity holiday. Another year for the Harringtons to dump a bunch of toys on Steve so they could ignore him.

This is why Steve's love language is gifts. Every week he's buying Billy a new gift, and the gifts pile up until it's just shit Billy doesn't even want or need another of so soon.

So Billy sits Steve down and tells him "to hell with Christmas." He never enjoyed it much either and it didn't make sense to pretend he did now. He didn’t want Steve stressing out over buying him the perfect gift, or a pile of gifts when all he wanted was his love and kindness.

Steve obliges. To hell with Christmas. Maybe they'll come up with their own holiday.

A "thank God we made it through the year without dying" celebration where they get stupid drunk watching old holiday movies and making fun of the characters. Maybe they cook a little dinner together.

But no gifts, no giant tree, no overdone decorations. Just Steve and Billy. They don't need Christmas.

#to hell with Christmas #sorry #i don't really celebrate christmas anymore #so i wanted to write this lol #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc

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jerzwriter · 6 months

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Turning Red: A Holiday Tale

The usual mayhem ensues when Kaycee and her friends head out to do some holiday shopping at a local mall. She's elated to be done with shopping when she finally finds the perfect gift for Ethan, and then...

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee) Characters: Jackie Varma, Bryce Lahela, etc. Words: 1,500 Rating: Teen A/N: Participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event; @choicesholidays This is the most embarrassing Christmas (moment) ever! @choicesdecember2023 I'm going with Christmas :) The concept sounded fun, not sure it came out the

“Ouch!” Jackie yelled out as her head slammed into the roof of the car for the umpteenth time. “Lahela! Jesus Christ!”

“He is the reason for the season,” Bryce smirked.

Bryce wouldn’t have tried to conceal his amusement, normally, but because it was the holidays, he tried... and failed.

Kaycee turned to him from the passenger seat. “I thought you were agnostic?”

“I am, but I’m a recent convert to sarcasm-ism. Try to keep up, MacClennan!”

“Well, Mr. Sarcastic-ism, can you try to avoid potholes? If my head hits this damn roof one more time, you’ll be responsible for the bills for my brain injury.”

“Brain injury?” he sassed, stopping what he was going to say when Kaycee clenched his hand with a stern glare.

“Bryce... be nice.”

“But... but... Ah! You’re no fun since you started dating Ethan,” he protested. “I liked you better when you were all pent up and feisty.”

“Yeah, well, she sure ain’t pent up anymore,” Elijah laughed as Jackie gagged.

“Must we?”

“We mustn’t,” Bryce replied, “but apparently, Ethan and Kaycee must.”

“I knew I should have taken the bus!” Jackie groused.

Kaycee turned to her friend with a conciliatory grin. “Jackie, it’s an 18-minute walk to the mall from the bus stop... and it’s 24 degrees outside.”

“Right about now, enduring frostbite seems like a small price to avoid this ride.”

“That’s it,” Sienna smiled. “I know who will be the Grinch in our roomies holiday card.”

“Was that ever in doubt?” Bryce asked.

“LOOK! A SPOT!” Jackie hollered. “Please park so I can get out of this tin can.”

“I’m so excited to start shopping!” Sienna beamed. “I just love this time of year! The decorations, the music, Santa!”

“Be honest, Si,” Bryce asked with a twinkle in his eye. “You didn’t come to shop... you just want your picture taken with the big guy in the red suit, don’t you?”

“I plead the fifth!”

“Speaking of shopping, we’re splitting up inside, right?” Kaycee inquired. “I can’t buy gifts for any of you if you’re with me.”

“That’s so sweet,” Elijah declared. “But you could have just had my new Maserati delivered to me at the apartment.”

“On a resident’s budget? You’re lucky you get a Matchbox replica of a Maserati.”

“Kaycee, I don’t know why you subject yourself to this,” Jackie griped. “You have a rich boyfriend with a nice, expensive car. Why didn’t you just go shopping with him? You could have avoided these clowns and wouldn’t have to worry about run-in factor.”

“I’d have to worry about a different run-in factor,” Kaycee reminded. “Remember, we’re trying to keep the fact that we’re dating lowkey until I finish my residency. Something about us strolling through the mall together for Christmas shopping might tip some people off.”

“Yeah, especially since you get that doe-eyed look whenever he’s around,” Sienna teased.

“And Ethan gets that slightly less disgusted with the world look,” Elijah added. “I see Kaycee’s point. It would be a dead giveaway.”

“Really?” Kaycee laughed. “If we’re done mocking me... what do you say? Meet up at the food court in two hours?”

“Sounds good!” Sienna said, pulling the others away.

~~~~~

Kaycee had to admit that Sienna was right. It was impossible not to catch the holiday spirit as the scent of the pine tree decorations and the sounds of the season filled the air. Even the bustling crowds couldn't get her down. Being a resident unable to return home for the holidays was tough. Still, it was made much easier with her found family surrounding her, and this year, she also had Ethan. It was amazing how far they had come. Last year at this time, she was secretly pining for him. Overanalyzing every word, every glance in a desperate attempt to determine if he felt the same way about her or if she was losing her mind. This year was a different story. Sure, only their closest friends knew they were together, but they were together. That's what mattered.

“And all it took was me nearly dying,” she chuckled out loud.

“I’m sorry?” An elf handing out discount flyers inquired.

“Oh, nothing,” Kaycee blushed as she rushed away. Enough daydreaming; she had shopping to do!

~~~~~

An hour later, she was loaded down with bags overflowing with gifts for family and friends. But she had one gift left to buy. But what do you get the man who has everything he wants – which now even included her? His taste in Scotch exceeded the limits of her budget, and he refused to give her a gift list. “I know what a resident makes, and I don’t want you wasting your money on me.” As if she wasn’t going to buy him something. A sweater? Boring. A tie? He had dozens of those. Frustrated, she put the quest for Ethan’s gift off for another day and headed to Macy’s to buy some things she needed for herself.

She checked her watch after waiting in a long line to purchase a few pairs of sensible briefs for work. She had just enough time to get back to the food court to meet her friends. She was almost out of the intimate apparel department when something stopped her in her tracks.

“This is perfect!” she whispered as her fingers caressed the butter-soft red silk hanging before her. It wasn’t your standard, tacky holiday teddy... this was exquisite! Silk trimmed with scalloped red lace and a decadent velvet sash... “It’s perfect!” she muttered again. It didn’t matter what gift she was giving him, as long as she gave it to him wearing this he'd be elated!

Her hopes were momentarily dashed when she saw the price tag, but they were lifted again when she saw the 50% off sticker! SOLD! Sure, she’d have to wait in that long line again, but she imagined herself wearing this... and imagined Ethan’s reaction to her in it. Well, some things were simply worth being late for!

She rushed to get in the queue again, humming Santa Baby softly when a voice calling out made her blood go cold.

“Kaycee! Is that you?”

Please don’t let it be him! Please don’t let it be him! Please don’t let it be him! She said, turning slowly... it’s him!

“Naveen! Fancy meeting you here!”

“At the mall at Christmastime?” Naveen chuckled. “I find that I run into half of Boston here! At least half of Edenbrook.”

“Yes...” Kaycee squirmed “Bu... bu... but...”

“But?” He asked when she couldn’t get the words out.

“I just didn’t expect to see you in the women’s intimate apparel section of Macy’s?”

“Oh,” Naveen laughed, lifting up a bag. “I got Sarah in the hospital grab bag! She asked for fuzzy slippers, and they have the best ones here!”

“Oh, I... I see,” Kaycee stated, attempting to hide her sexy little garment when Naveen’s eyes fell upon it.

“Oh,” Naveen choked, turning as red as the teddy.

“It’s uhm... it’s a gift!” Kaycee sputtered, not telling a lie. After all, it was about to be Ethan’s favorite gift this year.

“It’s OK,” Naveen answered nervously. “I don’t need to know...”

“For my mother!” She blurted as Naveen’s brows shot to his hairline.

“Your... your mother?”

“Yes! No! I mean....Yes! She is going to a Christmas-themed... uh, Christmas-themed bridal shower! Yes! That’s it! She’s going to a Christmas-themed bridal shower .... for my cousin... Caroline! But she’s too shy to buy something like this herself, so, uh... I told her I’d get it.”

Naveen gave Kaycee the side eye. He had spent a good deal of time with Rose MacClennan while Kaycee was hospitalized after the attack, and he didn’t have her pegged as the type of person who would be too embarrassed to buy a teddy, but then again, those were strange days. In any case, he wanted nothing more than to put Kaycee... and himself... out of their shared misery. So he politely ended the conversation and took his leave.

With the red teddy safely concealed in tissue paper and tucked in a pretty bag, Kaycee relayed her encounter to her friends.

“Oh my God, YOUR MOTHER!” Bryce laughed. “The best you could come up with was your MOTHER!?”

“Thanks for the support, Bryce!”

“Take it easy, MacClennan,” Jackie tried to reassure. “It’s a teddy, for fucks sake. It’s not like you were purchasing his and her sex toys!”

“JACKIE!”

“What!? Am I wrong?”

“No... I know it’s not the end of the world,” Kaycee started. “But Naveen is like Ethan’s second father... and would you want to run into your boyfriend's father while you’re buying a sexy red teddy?”

“OK, we see your point!” Elijah laughed.

“We see your point, but we haven’t seen the teddy!” Sienna winked. “Let’s see it!”

“Here? In the middle of the food court?”

“I think we should weigh in on your decision,” Bryce teased.

“Fine,” Kaycee blushed, pulling the item from the bag to her friend’s wolf-whistles.

“It’s beautiful! I approve!” Sienna grinned.

Bryce nodded. “And I’m confident Ethan will approve as well. Just ask Naveen!"

"Bryce!" Kaycee squealed, smacking her friend's arm. "Let me put this away before....”

“Kaycee? Is that you?”

“No.... this isn’t happening....” Kaycee groaned.

“Quick, give it to me!” Sienna whispered as Kaycee turned around.

“Alan! What are you doing in Boston?”

Hope you enjoyed this silliness. Poor Kaycee. lol

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#choices fanfic #open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #open heart fanfic #open heart choices #choices open heart #choices stories you play #holiday fics #holiday fanfic

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crissiebaby · 2 months

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Push Me, Mommy

DISCLAIMER: This story contains ageplay, gentle femdom, diaper usage, masturbation/diaper sex, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes! I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Silenas

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Digging a finger between the elastic of his soft pink, cotton socks and his delicate ankle, Sammy quickly slid off one sock and then the other before sneaking his little toesies over the rim of the stroller. He chortled as the mellow, early evening air whizzed between his stretching piggies, cooling them down after a long day out and about. From shopping at the mall and eating in a fancy café to the Mommy-Little potty class he attended weekly, the diaper-clad Little had been on a tirade of fun all afternoon. If it hadn’t been for the stroller, he would’ve been resigned to returning home after his exciting day out completely pooped. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about how exhausted he was while under the diligent care of his Mommy.

“Uh oh! I see someone’s widdwe grippers poking out,” said Jade in a sing-songy voice from behind the oversized stroller’s telescoping handlebar, immediately causing Sammy to yank his feet downward. She giggled, adoring the silly antics of her precious Little. Unlike her easily exhausted baby boy, she was nowhere near tired as demonstrated by the peppy bounce in her step. Whatever equivalent of Little Space existed for Bigs, she was feeling it in full force, “You got a good hold on that pencil holder, sweetie?”

Nodding his head enthusiastically with a small, clay pot in his hands, Sammy responded, “Uh huh! Ish extwa safe!” he said, snickering merrily as he held his handiwork close to the chest of his overalls with pastel-colored patches scattered across the infantile, denim outfit. Painted sky blue with red and yellow flowers circling the pencil holder’s circumference, Sammy’s handmade cup was practically indistinguishable from one a toddler would craft, making him love it all the more.

All of a sudden, Sammy felt the wheels of the stroller come to a full stop, prompting him to peek over the side of his carriage. His eyes instantly widened with anticipation as he spotted an empty park playground. Usually, he had to suppress his unending desire to play in public spaces. However, given that the sun was low and the park was empty as far as the eye could see, this was the perfect opportunity to indulge his need for Little Space activity.

“We’ve got a little time before we need to head home and get dinner started. Wanna play for a few minutes?” said Jade, already knowing Sammy’s answer before she asked. Sure enough, her subby bundle of joy was practically attempting to leap out of the stroller as he craned his head over the canopy and nodded vehemently. Sadly, it was his own fatigue that did him in. She watched empathetically as Sammy’s jelly legs crumbled beneath his weight, sending him crashing into the spongy cushions that lined the stroller’s bassinet, “Oh dear, that tired huh?”

Folding his arms with a mighty pout taking shape in the center of his face, Sammy gazed at the playground longingly. Had he known jungle gym playtime was on the table for today, he would’ve used his energy more sparingly. “Ish no faiw! I wansa pway, Mommy!” he whined with an unmistakable lisp.

Gazing amongst the playground’s offerings, Jade searched for a way for her baby to play in the park whilst remaining stationary. The solution to her problem presented itself in the form of a four-seater swing set: three of which were normal swings that anyone of any age could sit on with a baby swing filling in the fourth slot. For a brief moment, she considered the possibility of plopping Sammy’s tushy inside the waste-guarded baby swing. The mental image was almost too tempting. Tragically, the thought of her baby boy getting stuck in the swing, while admittedly hilarious, would be far less funny if she was forced to call for help. Why ruin the day with a mean-spirited prank when some soothing swing-time would surely bring an equal amount of blush to Sammy’s face? “Hey Sammy-cakes, I think I see a swing over there with your name on it,” she said, pointing toward the row of dangling seats.

Within seconds, Sammy’s somber expression made a complete 180-degree turn. Holding up grabby hands, he exclaimed, “Uh huhs! I wansa swing weawwy high!” His excitement doubled as Jade lifted the clay pot from his hands before lifting him out of the stroller. He was so lucky to have such a tall and athletic Mommy.

The chains of swing jingled and jangled as his pampered rear settled into place atop the black, flexible strip of canvas. It was a delightful sound that compelled Sammy to clap and Jade’s heart to sore. Their Little-Big synergy had been maxed out.

“Push me! Push me!” chanted Sammy, kicking his legs gleefully as he anticipated his initial launch. That anticipation would increase by a gazillion times once Jade’s hands planted themselves on his hips and pulled him backward. The butterflies whizzing throughout his tummy reacted in kind, ramping up their fluttering to astronomical speeds. He was so excited that his body unconsciously expelled several spurts of urine into his diaper; a product of his existence as a perma-diapered dork.

Extending the swing up and back as far as her strength permitted, Jade heaved Sammy forward with all her might, propelling her baby boy through the air at a pleasing pace. “Don’t forget to move your leg, my honey baby,” she said, tossing in Sammy’s favorite embarrassing pet name for good measure.

Sammy minded his Mommy’s wishes dutifully, extending his feet outward at the peek of his arc. He then used his momentum to throw his legs back as the swing crashed back to Earth, returning him to Jade’s loving embrace. A second push immediately followed, repeating his jubilant ascent. It was safe to say his Little Space levels were off the charts.

Likewise, Jade’s Big heart swelled with love for her darling Little. Allowing Sammy to be his silly, diaper-soiling self was more important to her than life itself. He was her everything, and she was his. “Is that high enough, Honey Baby Sammy?” she asked, coyly snickering as her hands collided with the crinkly surface of a diaper. It was a kink, they shared after all.

“Uh-huhs!” shouted Sammy, his voice filled with unabashed glee as gravity ushered him back toward his Mommy at a pleasant speed. He and his Mommy continued to play the day away with the sun slowly lowering itself on the horizon as if every push from Jade propelled the Earth to rotate. Waggling his legs with no regard for how silly he looked, he never wanted their playtime to end.

*GRUUUUUUUUMBLE!*

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, which was a lesson Sammy’s rumbly belly was more than happy to remind him of. “I-I hungy, Mommy,” he said bashfully as a line of blush from earlier resurfaced. A grumpy tum meant only one thing: feeding time. The front of his diaper began to wiggle and pulse as Jade slowed his swinging to a stop.

“Alrighty, take Mommy’s hand, sweetie,” said Jade, extending her hand to Sammy and waiting for him to accept it. Her smile expanded rapidly as he sheepishly reached out and wrapped his entire hand around her fingertips. Leading her baby boy by the arm, she escorted them to a nearby park bench and took a seat near the edge to give him as much room as possible. Her hand patted the space next to her sensually, “Lie down, baby.”

Sammy’s butt sank into his squelchy padding as he obeyed Mommy’s command, alerting him to how much he had used his diaper while swinging. Overwhelmed by a tantalizing combination of love and lust, he quickly threw his head down onto Jade’s lap, burying the crimson hues adorning his cheeks.

“Aww! What a shy little slice of pie you’re being! Are you excited to nom on Mommy’s boobies?” teased Jade, relishing in the way Sammy mashed his face into her thighs harder out of sheer embarrassment and squeed at the top of his lungs. She could easily turn him into a babbling mess with a few more comments like that but she didn’t want Sammy to end up non-verbal for the rest of the night. Instead, she shifted her attention to unclipping the front of her maternity bra in preparation for Sammy’s feeding. After months of using a breast pump daily, her melons had swollen to nearly double their original size, providing her with all the nutrition a growing baby could ever need. Placing a hand under Sammy’s head as she spun him face up, she lowered the front of her loose-fitted top, revealing a tit equal to the size of her Little’s head.

Sammy’s eyes widened in unison with his mouth, feeling spoiled rotten as his lips were guided to Mommy’s taut nipple. His tongue swirled around Jade’s areola, tasting the first few drops of her sweet, warm milk. Those drops soon transitioned into a trickle before becoming an all-out stream of murky, white fluid, with Sammy trapped beneath the weight of her bountiful bosom and forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful. Not that he was complaining one bit. He’d happily suckle on Jade’s mommy milkers for the rest of time if that’s what she wanted.

Meanwhile, Sammy’s cock raged on the inside of his pillowy diaper, begging for the gentle caress that only a Mommy could provide. He feebly thrust his hips, bouncing his butt up and down without any control. Gobbled up by a void of pleasure, his arms fell limp to his sides and his eyes rolled back as he felt Jade’s hand bless the front of his diaper with its presence.

Jade soothingly scratched the back of Sammy’s hair while her other hand mooshed into his squishy diaper front, surrounding him with comfort on all sides. “That’s my happy baby,” she said, gathering as much diaper fluff as she could around the base of Sammy’s crotch before sliding her fingers around the outline of his shaft, “My happy, horny widdwe baby.”

Quaking didn’t begin to describe the way Sammy’s body blissfully twitched and convulsed. Interred within the logical recesses of his brain, he could tell an orgasm was near even if his conscious mind had all but gone silent. His muffled moans echoed out across the darkening sky as he continued to fill his stomach to the point it began to pooch out the tummy flap of his overalls.

Jade could sense that Sammy was close to climaxing due to the increasing suction around her nipple. Growing sore and not wanting to leave her mammaries lopsided, she knew a change-up was in order. “Time to switch, my honey baby,” she said, unlatching Sammy from her right breast and shifting him to her left without missing a beat. With part two of his feeding underway, she picked up the pace of her diaper fondling to ensure he squirted before his meal was complete.

“Abababa!”

“I know, sweetheart. We’re almost home.”

Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar, tired-sounding voices pulled Jade’s focus away from Sammy and toward the park’s walking path. Seconds later, a young Daddy and his adorable Little rounded a section of trees. He had her hoisted upon his back, her aching feet dangling at his sides. Behind her, a brown, bulging nappy sagged far below the hemline of her skirt, earning a nose chuckle from Jade. Fortunately, the Daddy looked completely unphased, likely the product of his impressive physique.

The Daddy and Jade made eye contact with each other as he and his baby girl passed by, nodding to each other in solidarity. He shot a pining glance at her stroller momentarily, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Bought it second-hand on eBay. I highly recommend,” she said, receiving a snicker and a meek thumbs-up from the perspiring papa.

“MMMMMM!” wailed Sammy, yanking Jade’s eyes southward. In the midst of advising the Daddy on how to buy a premium stroller without breaking the bank, she’d absentmindedly edged Sammy past the point of no return. Milk dribbled down his chin as he erupted with ecstasy, gushing countless globs of cum into his beloved padding. His sucking ceased as his quivering body steadily calmed down.

Raising her hand from Sammy’s diaper, Jade resumed running her nails along his scalp, though at a considerably slower pace. Aftercare was now the name of the game. “Did you have fun, Sammy?” she asked, giggling as his bobbing head bobbled her boobs. As her gaze drifted off toward the fading sunset, she sighed with an abundance of contentment. It had been a wonderful day, which made what she said next a tad bittersweet, “It’s time to head home, honey baby.” With his head resting against her, she hugged his upper half tightly. Soon, they would be welcomed by the coziness of their house but for a few moments longer, they got to enjoy the final fleeting seconds of daylight. Until tomorrow, Mr. Sun.

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*RIIIIP!*

Unsticking the last of the four tabs, Jade promptly patted the square of tape down on the diaper’s landing pad. “Ah! There we go. Much better,” she said, wiggling her hips atop the changing table and indulging in her favorite part about being diapered: the symphony of crinkling. Straining her peripheral vision in Sammy’s direction, she arched her back in a seductive manner as she sat up, “Like what you see?”

Sitting criss-cross applesauce in a fresh, nighttime diaper with his hands gripping his ankles, Sammy eagerly affirmed Jade’s question, “Uh huhs! Chus weawwy, weawwy pwetty!” His grabby hands made a pleasing reappearance, illustrating his desperation to be held inside her arms. Mommy never looked sexier to him than when she was padded.

“Hehe! You’re too sweet, honey baby,” she cooed, leaping off the changing table and adjusting the hem of her diaper. She may have been a full-time Mommy but the diaper lover in her needed to be pacified as well. Luckily, she had the best baby boy in the world who didn’t think of her as any less Big to him whether she was nappied or not, “So, Sammy-baby, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon tonight?”

Shuffling his feet exuberantly beneath the covers, this was perhaps Sammy’s favorite question. “Big spoon!” he said, holding his arms open wide, both for emphasis and in preparation for his Mommy’s arrival.

Jade flicked off the light switch, leaving only the soft glow of a crescent moon nightlight to guide her toward Sammy and a very comfy-looking crib. Slipping into bed, her simpering lips curled inward as she allowed herself to be cuddled into her baby’s chest. She scooted her butt back until it too was pressing into Sammy’s form, biting her lip as she felt him stiffen as though their playtime at the park hadn’t occurred. “Nite nite, Sammy,” she said, nestling her head into the crux of his arm.

“Ninis, Mommy,” replied Sammy, squeezing and snuggling Jade as the pair of padded lovers settled into place for a good night's sleep.

THE END.

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