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reallyromealone · 18 days

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this may be insane but Bonten takes their omega out for vacation accompanied by they're pups, each member having their own pup so that'd be like 8 pups in total😅

Title: vacation nightmares

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Pairing: Bonten x reader

Warnings: reader insert, male reader, omegaverse, Omega ready, mpreg, angst, Bonten sucks, shitty husnands

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(name) LOVED his pups, he really did... But he was hoping for a vacation without his little army.

(Name) With the help of two nanny's and his husband's when they got home, took care of right pups, all ranging from five to infancy and it was taking a toll on him. His husband's worked long and hard to care for them and he loved that they worked hard to provide and when he was told they would be going on vacation, he was excited to have a break.

When they spoke of having children, they promised to be there for him and even help alternate since there were going to be right children but here (name) was, making sure his pups went to bed instead of going to do fun resort things with his mates because he had a ten month old and toddlers, wanting to cry a bit from the stress.

Thankfully the pups had their own connected room so (name) could collapse on the bed, feeling like he was drowning and he felt ugly and god! When was the last time his mates touched him!

When they came home in the dead of night or on the rare occasions at a reasonable hour, they were either exhausted or dad mode or both! The occasional kiss on the cheek but (name) hadn't felt loved in forever!

The Bonten men noticed (name) was distant during the vacation, during family adventures and such he seemed like he was drifting further away as the kids pulled for his attention.

When they got home, (name) was robotic as he walked to the bedroom and locked it before plopping on the bed and falling asleep, the smell of distress pungent in that part of the house as he slept for 13 hours.

"So let me get this straightened out, you guys told your over worked Omega that you were taking him on vacation to a resort that's famous for its couples activities and you brought the children be is watching 24 seven instead of having your nannies watch them and letting your omega unwind yet you are asking me why (name)s mad" Emma said over the phone as Mikey called her, (name) refusing to open the door "we thought it would be fun for the family!" Sanzu grumbled and Emma sighed over the phone at their lack of understanding.

"(Name) Rarely has a moment alone, he can't even pee by himself and you guys are rarely home! Do you know what toll that takes on a person! Theirs eight of you and yet you guys never considered taking the reigns and just letting (name) go do things by himself! Or just did things as adults!" Emma scolded them and the men eventually ended the call, thinking about it... When was the last time they gave (name) some proper loving?

Like outside of a heat?

... Holy shit it had been almost two years.

They hadn't had sex with him since their youngest was conceived.

(Name) Knew he had to go out there eventually but curled into the blankets and the exhausted expression and tear stained face spoke another story, he knew his pups were in capable hands with the nannies and questionable hands unfortunately with their father's whom he did not want to see at the moment.

He was just so done.

Just once...

He wanted a break.

Instead he felt like a single parent despite being mates to not one but eight alphas!

He felt like some 50's Omega and he hated it.

It wasn't until the following day that (name) stepped out of the room, the lack of child sounds or cartoons worried him as he went to look for his pups only to see his mates looking stressed and worried "where are the children?" (Name) Asked softly as their heads snapped up "baby! Your up! The kids are with the nannies, they're going to be with Emma and Draken for the day" ran said softly as he went up to the Omega who nodded as he looks at the for once spotless house "can we talk?" Koko asked softly and (name) sighed before nodding, better face this.

"We fucked up" kakucho said simply and (name) just stared "I just... Why do you guys only care for the kids when it's the fun stuff? Why do you guys not clean their puke-- I'm constantly CONSTANTLY with the children all the time and you guys promised! You promised to help! You guys said you would take turns being here to help and you lied! You're never home and I hate it! I feel like a single parent get im mated!" He said crying uncontrollably, curling into himself "you guys don't even look at me anymore! I know pregnancy fucked up my body but can you be a little less obvious!"

Fuck.

They really fucked up, like holy shit.

"You think we don't find you attractive?" Mochi whispered as the alphas crowded the Omega "baby, we fucking suck... Fuck we didn't even realize we were doing this" Rindō said genuinely as Mikey went to hold him "please don't, I'm sorry but I am constantly being touched or holding a tiny person and I am deeply overwhelmed especially because I just spent a week watching our children while you guys had fun-- by the way never do that to me again" (name) seethed out "you took me on a vacation and had me be the sole watcher while you guys got tanked" it would take a long time for (name) to get over this one.

"You haven't taken me on a date in over a year and yet you fucks went partying on a family vacation yet I babysat our children! Seriously what the fuck is wrong you guys!"

"Yeah, that wasn't our shining moment" takeomi said honestly and (name) scoffed "we will be better, we are so fucking sorry" Koko said genuinely and (name) just stared "I'll believe it when I see it"

Who would have thought a family vacation would have eight men sleeping in the guest rooms.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

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blingblong55 · 10 months

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Maybe I need it- 141 +König

Based on a request:

hi!! im here to make a request!! ignore this request if it makes u uncomfortable!! milf/dilf reader x 141 + konig or whoever u want!! maybe they had a few kids from an old marriage or adopted a few children and love them dearly!! then along comes 141 seeing sweet n caring mom/dad readers when they’re on break from their messy and chaotic lives in the military!! seeing readers being so loving and gentle towards their children makes them realize how much they need that domesticity in their lives <3 just an idea hehehe

F!Reader, Milf!reader, Mum!Reader, fluff

A/N: Bc it is race weekend here in Silverstone...I had to include F1 into this...sorry (not really)

You are a mother to 3 precious little kids. After finding out through your last marriage you wouldn't be able to conceive, your husband divorced you and you adopted these three kids later after the divorce was finalised. They have become your absolute world, always the little giggles around base, soldiers have grown fond of your children, always bringing them little toys for when they visit base or asking if they can go the football field and play some friendly game with them. All under your supervision of course. When you made the move to a new base, you found it hard for your kids to visit, always keeping them off base unlike in the previous one.

The men you work with know you have children and are a single mum. They can walk into your office and immediately spot at least three pictures of your children. None of them, or at least him, cared to even think of having kids, considering his job and what he lives through, he'd never want his own mind to ruin something that is so precious and innocent.

This past week, Laswell granted them all a small break. He of course went back to his flat, the same old empty flat, nothing special to hold. By morning on a Sunday, you and your children were sitting on the grass of the local public park, where they'd host watch parties for F1. He had heard about it, but never took much part in anything like that until he saw you four. Two of your children at your sides, tiny hands on your back as the youngest rested on your lap, talking some nonsense that made you chuckle. It was a sight for sure.

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Price:

he was the one who said didn't want anything romantic because he wouldn't want anyone to mourn for him (thinks he doesn't deserve it)

The second he saw you, something in him stirred. You were an attractive mum, always happy and interested in what your children had to say/do/show you.

He watched from afar, how this view from afar looked like those romantic movie scenes.

When he saw you and your children cheer on for some driver and how happy the four of you looked, that's when he wanted to approach.

Realised he needed this, the sense of a home, a wife and three kids he can spoil rotten. It was a hidden dream of his, wanted to wake up Saturday mornings, go to the kitchen and find you there, wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck, kids running to the both of you.

Maybe he was meant for more than being a captain, perhaps he could be a dad and a husband, go to races or take your kids carting, have some activity where he can show how much of a dad he is.

Gaz:

Always ran away when he saw signs of love, never needed any reason to come home, and always had his head on the next mission.

He has gotten so used to being a soldier and when he saw you, it was a weird feeling, he wanted that, no, he needed it. He sat far, not paying much attention to the sport on the screen but you four, how good you looked in a cap, wanted to give you his for a change.

Wants to sit on the grass, chase the kids when one would run off, hear your giggles, and have a picnic. Wants to listen to your kids ramble on and on over Ferrari or listen to you when you'd make a strategy for them to overtake the Red Bulls.

It was strange, for the first time in his adult life, he didn't want to run from it, wanted to hold it and never let go of it, wanted to have someone. Wanted to finally settle down, and marry the girl that makes him this excited to be so...domestic

When your kids would jump and chant some driver's name, he would chuckle, what a different life you and he lived. He would wake up to new missions, and you'd wake up to three little kids. He had a cold and boring breakfast, you warm pancakes and little dinos on the table, apple or orange juice as you poured the syrup.

He needed that change, wanted a warm kiss, trip over some car toys and then wake up early to watch some 20 guys go in complicated circles as your three children and you yelled at the tv, "C'mon, you could've used that DRS to your advantage!" you'd stand up. He'd just watch and admire.

Soap:

He is a player, always jumping from warm arms to cold blankets.

He is a young lad, doesn't need to be thinking of a girl to wife or where to live to give your kids a comfortable space to grow in. The second he sees you and your children, made him feel like he was missing something. A child in your arms as you try your best to split your time between your two children.

Maybe he wanted it? maybe he just found you attractive and seeing this side of you stirred something in him? He just can't be honest with himself.

He knows you are divorced, knows you give your kids all the attention you can give and what if he wanted that attention too? would it be bad if your kids had a stepdad?

Seeing how your figure didn't scream 'mum of three' made him want you more, made him want to move into a home, wake up Sundays and do this, sit on the grass and watch some people drive around, just wanted you and kids included.

Perhaps if he does move from where he is, he can for a second pretend he is a father, and make all the other men around jealous. He knows what he should do, but what if you don't need him? König:

He wasn't a fan of the sport but he was bored and needed to just get out of his place. The AustrainGP was happening, of course, he would support the only team that was Austrian.

When he saw your kids wearing orange and cheering for Red Bull, that's when his mind wandered. What would it be of him if he had that?

Sundays with you four, cheering for the team every race weekend, watching your children jump when the drivers would win, watching you watch them, how in love you are with being a mother.

Maybe being a soldier isn't all he could be. Having you there, how lucky he'd be if he had a literal milf as his wife, how attractive you were in civilian clothes, how your kids proved you loved them, and maybe if he was lucky, he could also receive some of your love.

The way you always encouraged your children, gave them so much love and helped them pursue their dreams. Maybe he wanted to be a dad to them, on the weekends stay up and show them how to do things, build and help them destroy them all whilst having you by his side, kissing your cheek anytime he gets so excited.

A weekend full of giggles, cuddles, tea parties and dress-up time. A whole weekend where war, criminals, guns and power had no place in his home...your home. He now yearns for it.

Ghost:

(he is Terminator...y'know..the big buffy Russian guy)

of course, he wouldn't want a family, preferred it that way.

But when he saw you there, kids in arms or at arms reach, the way they clung to you, something deep in him wanted that. It was a scary thought for him to even have. Always finds his pleasure in some woman from time to time(we've seen the comics let's be real)

His mind wandered to Tommy and his family, how he would tell him it was time to settle down, and he'd just brush that off, maybe this was Tommy's sick way of haunting him, making him want a family.

Christmas dinners at your parents, him wearing something to impress them, wrapping paper scattered on the floor the morning of. You, on his lap, as you watched your children unwrap their gifts and how excited he'd be to play with them after breakfast.

Maybe after all the running he had done, life was ready to repay him, give him something to come home to. Fridays after picking the kids up from school, heading to Johnny's, drinks and laughter, kids messing with his vinyl collection, he told them to do that.

He wanted you the most, to wake up and have you wrapped in his arms, morning kisses and how he would have to give himself an extra five minutes to just cuddle you before heading to base. liked how you got all excited and smiled with your children, being a dad, maybe this would be what he needed. Being a husband, the best there could be.

A/N: Anyways, i really hope ya liked it!

Tags: @kiamewrites

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multific · 1 year

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Brownies and Ice Cream

Norman Nordstrom x Reader

Summary: Your life with a very energetic son.

A/N: This can be read as a standalone or as a sequel to my previous work.

"Dad!" the little boy ran around the house, trying to find his father, you were in the kitchen making some brownies when the little boy decided he needed to know where his father is.

To be fair, it has been a couple hours since you last saw Norman, so you didn't mind that little Oliver wanted to find him.

"Daddy!!!" he yelled louder, but no answer. "Mommy's making brownies! Dad?" a couple seconds later, your boy returned with tears in his eyes, you rushed over to him, trying to see if he hurt himself. "I can't find Dad." he said and you let out a sigh of relief knowing he wasn't hurt.

"Sweetie, your father is probably hiding, go find him."

"But, you said Daddy's too old to move that quick." your son's honesty made you burst into laugher.

"Don't say that, you know he hears everything. Did you check the garden?" he nodded. "Basement?" again, a nod. "How about his office?" nod. "Bedroom or bathroom?" two nods. "Living room?"

"Mommy, I checked everywhere! Daddy left us! What if he left and went away with his other family?"

"What other family, Ollie?" you looked at your son, confused.

"You know, like on the TV! The man had another family, what if daddy also has one and left us for them?!"

"Okay, no more soap operas for you, Love. I'm sure your father is here somewhere. Maybe you just missed him. And if you find him, bring him to me and your reward will be fresh brownies with ice cream."

"ICE CREAM!" said the little man as he ran.

"But, be careful, don't fall, Ollie!"

But of course, after the word, ice cream, little Oliver Nordstrom didn't hear a single word.

You knew Norman sometimes likes to hide away from Ollie, he said the boy needs to have sharper senses as you always baby him. Which is absurd, you do not baby him! When did you EVER baby, your perfect little child?!

Being a protective mother is not a bad thing.

As you cut the brownie, you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"Mommy! I found him! Where's my reward?" sang your little boy as he was already sitting by the table. Norman joined him as you placed his plate in front of him and your son.

"For my two favourite men." you placed a kiss on Norman's forehead as he smiled.

"Where was daddy hiding this time?"

"He was in the garage! He for sure didn't see me coming, he jumped when I found him!"

Norman often liked to up-play his reactions to please his son.

"Of course, he didn't, because-"

"He's blind!" chirped your son as you laughed, as did your husband.

"Yes, but also because you are a ninja."

"Not anymore, Mom! I want to be a racer now! Drive cars!" of course, at his age he constantly changed his likings, and you just went with it.

Once almost all the brownies were eaten, your son decided to play in the backyard with your dog.

You were washing the dishes when you felt a pair of arms around you and a kiss was placed on your shoulder.

"Isn't he wonderful?" asked Norman as you smiled.

"Well, he is my son."

"I think, we should have another."

"Brownie? But we just had one."

"I meant child." Norman said as you turned around in his arms.

You looked into his eyes, but of course, saw nothing.

"I never-I don't think I want another baby. I was struggling with him a lot, you know that. Don't get me wrong please, Norman you know I love our son, but two babes? I always only wanted one child."

"Hey, hey, I get it, don't feel pressured please, I'm not going to force you or anything. I was just thinking about it, but if you don't want to, we don't have to have another one, I'm really fine with only one. Please don't make that face, you are not disappointing me, Love."

"How do you know what face I'm making?"

"I just do. But as I said, no pressure, I just thought you might want another."

"I don't think I do."

"Perfectly fine! Even if you didn't want one, I would have been fine with just us."

"Thank you for understanding."

"Of course, I love you."

"I love you too Norman. And this doesn't mean you can't play with the idea you know. I know you have a breeding kink."

"I do not." he gasped.

"Oh, you do, Love. You always talking about filling me up and stuff."

"You naughty, I thought we don't bring those up! It's just in the heat of the moment."

"Sure, that's why you never took your hands off of me when I was pregnant right? 'All round with my child' as you always said."

"Says the one who likes to be chocked."

"Can't deny that, I like to be dominated."

Norman smiled.

"I'm so happy you came into my life, Y/N."

"As am I." you placed a kiss on his lips.

Enjoying these small moments before your son came rushing back in to tell you about the bug he found in the backyard.

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ilovefictionalmen-123 · 8 months

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My sweetest, I am here for your imagination and creative workings,

Alejandro x chubby f!reader.

dbf! edition both sfw + nsfw.

He's not much older than you. perhaps a decade so younger than your dad,he hadn't known you growijg up or any of that but I know he'd be so morally conflicted given you're a friend's kid despite the insane attraction reader and him would have.

I just know he'd fight the whole thing till he couldn't.

Now bless me with your magic

- 💋

hopefully you'll be feeling blessed after reading, hope i do our boy Ale justice <3 written with a fem reader in mind

DBF!ALEJANDRO X READER

God knows where your father and him met, you did not pry, just assumed it was from work. You met him occasionally, when he had some business with your father or when he came over for just a beer. It seems like they were good friends.

You were, of course, polite, always giving him a small smile and a nod, acknowledging his presence in your house.

You'd be lying if you said you did not feel his eyes following your every move.

They would linger on your hips or chest for a few seconds too long to consider it just looking.

He'd never dare to make a move, of course. Dear lord, you were his friends daughter after all. And thus, his moral conflict began.

Every goddamn time he saw you, there was something inside his chest that just hurt. He'd try to explain it to himself, try to fight, say it's only because you are very beautiful, not because he is actually attracted to you.

It was months of torture, Alejandro even considered cutting your father off, just so that he would be away from you. But something kept him coming back.

You were attracted to him too, but just as it did to him, it felt wrong to you as well.

It was obvious you two had a thing for each other, yet neither ever dared to act upon their desires.

Until that one fateful night.

Your father, Alejandro, and a few other men were sitting in the living room, lively conversation and loud laughter filled the usually quiet house.

Every single one of them had a few beers, you did not mean to interrupt, you just went to ask if they needed anything before you retreated to your bedroom for the night. Your father gave you a small smile, thanking you but saying they are all good.

With that, you walked towards your room, until a strong, calloused hand wrapped itself around your forearm, forcing you to turn around.

"Where do you think you're going, bomboncita?" his breath reeked of beers, and you did not need to look to know who it was.

He pinned you against the wall, no longer being able to resist, lips inches away from yours, waiting for a sign of approval.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

To put it lightly, your body was worshipped that night. Your father and his buddies were too drunk to notice one man missing, and Alejandro took advantage of that. Thin, chapped lips attacked your neck, pinning your wrists above your head.

Scared of someone seeing you, you squirmed until he let go and dragged him towards your bedroom.

The night was filled with praise and thousands of kisses.

Ale is a passionate lover, putting your pleasure first, but not forgetting about himself.

Holds your hips while you ride him, bruising the soft skin as he breathes heavily and nibbles at your chest.

His tongue traces circles around your nipples, giving them a gentle bite and tug from time to time, taking his time in worshipping every single part of you.

Almost feral for you, the sight of your body driving him crazy. Would not be able to take his eyes off your ass while he fucks you from behind.

"That's it, Princesa..."

He's not done until you both collapse from exhaustion, but cut him some slack, he's an old man.

The type to pet your head and brush his fingers through your hair gently while you suck his dick, and you cannot argue with me, I will stand by it.

Slips out of your room in the early morning, before you wake up.

From that point, your relationship changed.

#alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #call of duty x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #my writing

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buckrecs · 1 year

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Ik you have a best friends dad but How about a dbf

DBF!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

tbh i didn’t like dbf bucky before but now …. 😎

Also this is going to be under smut category cuz almost every single one is smut.😏

ONESHOT

unattainable by @heavysoldat

Bucky has a cure for the reader’s terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

saltwater kisses by @jurassicbarnes

In which he whisks you away on a romantic getaway at his beach house.

Almost Caught by @loveaffaire

Too Young To Love You by @sinner-as-saint

You come home from uni to spend the holidays with your parents. And you find out that your feelings for a certain man named Bucky hasn’t died out completely yet. One look at him and the sparks and butterflies came to life again. However, there are a couple of issues which stand in the way. First, Bucky’s twice your age. And second, he’s your dad’s best friend.

What Goes Around by @navybrat817

Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't.

3 Weeks Waiting by @alwaysf0rev3r

you’ve been hooking up with your dad’s best friend for months, but you accidentally ghosted him during finals week. saying he’s desperate is an understatement.

just between us by @mellowsaturns

you and bucky have a little moment in your bathroom at your family’s brunch.

jade green daydream by @nexusnyx

touch my soul from outside by @buckycuddlebuddy

your father’s best friend, who happens to be your secret boyfriend, knows exactly how to love on you.

vanilla by @buckycuddlebuddy

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

hash brown, egg yolk by @wndalovebot

alone with you by @classylo

quarantining with your dads best friend doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. too bad it also forces you to realize some things… ;)

SERIES

the warmth of winter by @captainsimagines

You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted… for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

the warmth of the future by @/captainsimagines

It’s been two years since you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, and the holidays are just around the corner. With even more love, more friends, and more family in attendance, you and Bucky fully intend to enjoy these days with as little drama as possible. But that’s not always the case with a relationship like yours, is it?

A Taste for Older Men by @seventven

y/n is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. due to an emergency at work, y/n’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend bucky in his stead. to bucky’s surprise, y/n is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back.

Peaches by @buckycuddlebuddy

what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love.

just checking in by @wandalovebot

safe and sound by @witchywithwhiskey

you're alone at your parents' summer cottage with your dad's best friend bucky barnes when a thunderstorm strikes in the middle of the night and the childhood fear that has followed you into adulthood rears its head—so all you can do is ask bucky if you can sleep with him.

masterlist by @metalbuckaroo

masterlist by @bucksfucks

masterlist by @goldenjo

masterlist by @becca-e-barnes

masterlist by @anchoeritic

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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Eeee welcome back !! How was the vacay??

Also just wanted to let you know your uncle samu/ dad tsumu Drabble gave me baby fever 😭😭😭 pls spare some more crumbs of those two if you can !!

Vacay was okay, thank ya baby! Definitely glad to be home but grateful we were able to get away for a bit 🥰❤️

bUT IM A L W A Y S DOWN TO SPARE ALL I CAN FOR DAD TSUM AND UNCLE SAMU-

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“Okay, don’t look!”

Atsumu sounded excited, far too excited for the night ahead, and you chuckle as you pass the last child in the group their last piece of candy before closing the door. It was the first Halloween Hisako could walk on her own, and he was beyond excited for the possibilities of costumes with his baby.

And despite the way Atsumu wanted to hide his excitement when Osamu asked if he could trick or treat with them too, you could tell just by the way they’d eyed costumes for the past week that they were far more excited for this than your two year old knew how to be.

“I’m not looking,” you assure, watching the group of kids and their parents toddle down the path of your home. Behind you, you hear the giggles of your daughter and the shuffling of feet, and you keep your promise to keep looking away even though you’re eager to see what they came up with.

“Alright momma,” Atsumu hums, his voice a few feet behind you. “You can turn around.”

Instantly, you do, and your hands immediately come up to cover your mouth at the adorable sight.

Standing before you, decked out in the most easy, comfortable costume they could find, were the famous Miya Twins, dressed as Mike Wazowski and Sulley, the blonde Sulley holding a pink-pajama clad Hisako in his blue arms.

The twins looked so warm you were almost jealous, in their onesies, Osamu’s green hood pulled up and over his head to expose the single eye, while Hisako plays with the blue fur on Atsumu’s own onesie. They look comfortable and positively adorable, and your heart flutters at the sight of the two men blushing as you stare at them with that grin of yours.

“Oh my gosh!” You coo, your hands instantly coming up to cover your mouth. “You three look so cute!”

“Boo!” Hisako cheers, and you watch with complete love in your eyes as the two grown man gasp in fear, their heads whipping towards her in a rehearsed manner. You can’t help but absolutely beam at the sight of the two men in front of you, committed to making a new memory with their favorite little girl.

“How on earth did you come up with this?” You hum, making your way over to Atsumu. You plant a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the way his skin warms up under the affection.

“Well, it was hard to find a trio costume without a… uh…” Osamu gestures to himself “feminine persona-“

“I told you, there were plenty of same-sex couple costumes-“

“Yea, and I told you, that they were still couple based, and that was weird- I’m your brother.”

You snicker at their back and forth for a few more minutes before sighing, “what about Mario and Luigi? Wario and Waluigi? You could’ve made fake jerseys of your high school numbers and been each other. Burger and Fries, Shaggy and Scooby, buzz and woody, you could’ve been sleepy and sneezy and she could’ve been Snow White-“

“Okay, we get it, we had a lot of options,” Atsumu snorts, casting a look to his brother, who’s now rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “How about I say we chose this costume because when we’re done, she’s in her pj’s?”

“I’ll allow it,” you say sweetly. You rise slightly on your tiptoes to gently pinch Hisako’s nose, beaming as she squeals happily, “but I just know you two will be the cutest monsters on the block.”

“Ahem,” Osamu clears his throat dramatically. “I think you mean, three.”

“Of course,” you say, furrowing your brows and nodding in agreement. Your face softens and you pass Osamu a little pumpkin head meant for candy, “go. She has no known allergies and I like fruity candies. Have fun. Be safe.”

“We will, momma,” Atsumu assures, nudging his head towards the door. “You be safe too. Lots of monsters out tonight.”

You roll your eyes in amusement for his double entendres, “I will be. Oh! And take plenty of pictures! I want some for Granny’s gift, since we didn’t get any last year.”

“You got it, baby,” Atsumu chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head. “We’ll be back soon.”

Sure enough, just about an hour later, when Osamu’s got a sleeping Hisako on his back and Atsumu with a full pail of candy, it’s safe to say Operation: First Halloween was a success.

Especially as you hear them talking about costumes for next year as they make their way to you, in the living room.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 7 months

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Normal: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Another lunch with your parents reveals something that’s been locked in your head, but your dad makes you confused and jumbles up the truth. It’s hard enough to focus on a case with a deranged man killing people on the road, you don’t need family drama on top of it.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Back at the station, as soon as Jordan knew what she wanted to say, she put together a press conference so she could get the profile out to others. It's still early in the day, so you're confident that a lot of people will watch this. You head back to the station with Spencer's lunch in hand, and he greets you with a kiss when he sees you.

"Thank you," he smiles.

Jordan is on the TV talking with the press, and everyone in the station is watching her on the news.

"We ask the public to listen very carefully to the following description. Anyone who believes they recognize this individual should call our tip line immediately. We are looking for a white, middle-aged, married father. We believe his wife is blond, approximately forty years old, resembles the victims, and drives a luxury sedan. This individual drives a blue small-model SUV and most likely lives in this area. It is also very possible this individual recently suffered a personal trauma in his life. Again, a white, middle-aged, married father. We believe his wife is blond, approximately forty years old, resembles the victims, and drives a luxury sedan."

Jordan makes sure everyone knows exactly who you're looking for, and not long after the conference is aired, there are reports of another murder. The unsub watched the press conference, and he got pissed so he went and murdered someone to get that anger out.

This time, he went off script. This wasn't a calculated plan. This was out of anger. The unsub killed two young men with multiple shots each. Everyone is gathered to watch, but the local police are doing a good job of keeping them at bay.

The energy coming from the parked car is that of two young men, but there is another floating around everywhere. It's the unsub's. He's unhinged, and his condition is getting worse by the second. This man isn't suffering from multiple personalities or anything like that, but he is suffering from a mental illness.

"Joe Karem and Timothy Calvert. DOA with no wants and no warrants. They work in the area, and detectives are notifying their families," Thea says.

"He used a sawed-off shotgun," you state. "That, coupled with close range, shot it out of the driver's side window and driving a blue SUV. It's our guy, but he went way off script. He's suffering, and it's only a matter of time before he's driving down the road and shooting everyone until he's caught."

"Something triggered him and pissed him off."

"Yeah, the press conference. It aired at two, and this happened at 2:20. He was watching the news."

"A Single witness says the shooter was driving a small blue SUV. They didn't get a plate but noticed it was a middle-aged white guy wearing a tie. His suit jacket was hanging in the back."

"If he drives the speed limit, and taking account into red lights and mid-day traffic, I'd say he came from no more than ten miles away. If he was wearing a suit with a suit jacket in the back, he was coming from work. He works in the area."

"I'm gonna call Garcia," Derek says and walks away from the group.

"You think he's gonna kill again soon, don't you?" Thea asks.

"Yes, and he's done killing surrogates."

"Did you know?" Jordan storms over to Hotch angrily.

"Excuse us." Hotch grabs her arm gently and guides her away from everyone else, but you can still hear them. "This is not the time or the place. Are you gonna do this in front of the press?"

"He killed those people because of something I said!"

"No. When we talk to the public, it's always a possibility. That is part of the job. Tell me now if you can do it or not."

"Damn right, I can do this job."

Jordan is in over her head. She thinks she can handle it but she lets her inexperience get the better of her. She was never prepared for what all JJ had to deal with since JJ couldn't teach her everything in time.

"Good. You're about to give another press conference."

Since the press was already at the scene, it wasn't hard to gather everyone. Jordan, with some help from Hotch, had everything she needed to say to them. You're standing off to the side watching her and studying her behavior.

"We are prepared to release to the public additional information about the individual responsible for the freeway shooting. The individual is a white, forty-five to fifty-five-year-old male of average build. He works in this area. He wears a suit and tie to work, and left work very abruptly shortly after two immediately after watching our earlier statement about him. If anyone has any additional information, please call our anonymous tip line. Thank you." She turns to leave but pauses and turns to the camera again. "One last thing. This individual has committed horrible crimes and must be held to account, but he is a husband and a father. He's violent and troubled, but he must be capable of some degree of mercy and compassion. So, we appeal to him... Do not hurt any more people. Please turn yourself in."

This happened so recently that no one could forget if their coworkers suddenly left without an excuse. Someone called the tip line about their coworker, so you, Derek, and Spencer headed over to the place where the call originated to talk to the caller in person. Jack's a worker at a local office building, and his coworker fits the description Jordan gave perfectly.

"That's funny, when I heard the description in the first press conference, I thought of Norman. I just thought it couldn't be, you know? He's so quiet."

"What does Norman do?"

"He's in charge of the company's travel expenses. This is his desk."

Jack escorts you to Norman's desk, and all of his red angry energy is left behind.

"Does he have access to the company cars?"

"Yeah, the whole fleet."

"What about the first press conference made you think of Norman?" you ask.

"The woman mentioned something about him suffering a tragedy. His daughter died in a car accident. She was run over after she ran out into the street."

"How long ago was this?"

"Six months. I really should have done more to help him." A woman brings Jack a file on Norman. "This is Norman's personnel file."

You take it and file through it until you get to his personal information such as his address.

"Is this address current?"

"It should be."

"Why are there two files?"

"We cross-reference married couples. Norman's wife Vanessa works here, too."

"We need to speak with her."

"She's not here. She just got a promotion, so she took a couple of weeks off."

Your phone rings, and you pick up when you see Hotch calling. Derek is already texting Emily the address since she's with Hotch and Rossi.

"Y/N, we have a high-speed chase at 117th and Pacific. It sounds like our guy."

"Alright, we're closer to that, so we're on our way now."

"Prentiss got the address from Morgan, so we're headed to his house. If he's having a break, he could be on his way there to finish it. We're on our way. Be careful."

"Got it." You hang up. "We need to go." The three of you take off back to the car with you and Derek in the front and Spencer. Norman's anger swirls out of the building which only you can see. "Go straight and make a right at the light up ahead. I can see his energy."

Derek makes a sharp right, and you have to grab onto the handlebar that's attached to the ceiling. Derek is driving fast to catch up to the car chase, and none of you are wearing any seatbelts. With his crazy driving, it's hard for everyone to stay in their seats, causing Spencer to panic. Derek is making sharp turns and weaving in and out of traffic, and you shake your head.

"Spencer, baby, I love you to pieces but you need to calm down. The more you panic, the more I panic, and if we're both panicking, then Derek panics and he can't panic while driving."

"Sorry. Sorry," Spencer chuckles nervously.

"We're just going to put our seatbelts on." You're the only one who does so, and that takes flying out the window off your chest. "Take a left at the next light."

Derek does so, but not a lot of people are seeing a big police SUV barreling their way. You close your eyes tightly because if you don't see it, then it's not really there. Derek makes it through the light without any injury to anyone, and you open your eyes to peek at what's going on.

The police are chatting over the radio, and you can hear someone shooting at them. It sounds like a shotgun, and you can only imagine it's Norman shooting.

"Repeat, shots fired! On the chase now," an officer says.

"He's losing it. Reid, does it look like the chase could be headed to his house?"

Spencer has the map of the area in the backseat. You can tell Derek which direction Norman is going, but Spencer can tell him where he's heading to.

"Uh, yeah, I think so. It almost looks like he's starting to go in a wide circle toward that direction."

"All units, pursuit now headed over Memorial Bridge."

"We're almost there. Turn right at the next light. Memorial Bridge is around the next corner," Spencer says.

Derek approaches the intersection before the bridge, and all three of you see Norman racing in the opposite direction with three police cars behind him.

"Hold on!!" Derek slams on the brakes and does a quick U-turn to chase after everyone. "Are you okay?"

"I'll get back to you on that," you mutter.

"Reid, get on the radio and tell them we're in the chase," Derek says and steps on the gas pedal.

"This is the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit," Spencer says over the radio. "We caught up to the chase and are now monitoring. We ask if you're able to stop the vehicle, you allow us to take the lead in contacting the driver. We believe him to be a severely deranged suspect."

"Copy."

Derek turns the corner and slams on the brakes when he sees the situation unfold. Norman swerves to the left and crashes into the concrete median. His car flips over and lands on the roof, shattering the windshield into pieces. Derek is the first out of the car and Spencer is the second. You take a moment to gather yourself before unbuckling your seat belt. You open the door and step out, and that's when the entire world slows down around you.

Derek yells at the officers not to shoot, but no noise is coming out of his mouth. Norman crawls out of the car in slow motion but you're not looking at him. You can see Norman's family in the car, but they're not moving to get out at all. All three of them (his wife and two kids) look at you before glitching out of existence.

They were never in the car with him even though he thought they were. They're dead and he may not even know it.

The entire world speeds up and returns back to normal, and you raise your gun at Norman like everyone else is doing.

"Norman! Don't move!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing? My family's inside!"

"Stop and listen to me! Listen to me! Nobody is in that car. Your family's gone, Norman."

"No, they're in there."

Norman's pain is great enough for you to feel it from where you're standing, and the tears start to well in your eyes.

"They're gone, Norman! Look inside. Look in the car. They were never there. It's over. They were never with you."

"No, but they were," he says heartbreakingly.

"Your family's gone, Norman."

Norman looks in the car and sees it's empty, and that's when he breaks down crying.

"Oh, god, what did I do? Oh, what did I do to my family? My family! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

Derek puts his gun away and manages to handcuff Norman, and you lower your gun just as the tears fall from your eyes.

"It's over, Norman. We're gonna get you some help."

You see this kind of thing all the time, but Jordan usually doesn't. She thought she could do this job, but after seeing Norman's family dead in their beds from where he shot them, she decided that this isn't the job for her. The entire ride back home was draining, but as soon as you stepped foot into the BAU, you felt relief.

"Hey, do you guys ever notice how the trip home always seems to go so much faster?" Emily asks.

"That's because the tailwinds are in our favor," Spencer answers.

You look up and see someone standing in the briefing room, and a wide smile breaks out on your face when you recognize her blonde hair.

"JJ's here."

You set your things down and rush over to the briefing room where she's standing by the table holding her son. You gasp happily when you see your Godson in her arms.

"What are you doing here?" Spencer smiles.

"Hello, handsome boy," you grin and gently grab his fist.

"Garcia said you guys were on your way back tonight. I thought you could use a surprise."

"I thought I gave you strict orders to get this place out of your head for a while," Hotch says.

"My bad. I couldn't help myself," Penelope says when she enters with a bottle of milk in her hands. "Here. I heated it up."

"JJ," Derek says and makes his way to the front. "May I?"

"Of course."

JJ hands her son over to Derek who supports his head. He's grinning from ear to ear, and you notice Hotch is even cracking a smile at this.

"Look at that. He smiles," you tease him.

"I just realized with all that we do and see in this room, it never smiles. I wanted at least one good memory to hold on to."

"This is the best memory you could have given us," you grin and hug her.

"There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were." - President Dwight Eisenhower

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roosterbox · 7 months

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/13: Maze

Pairing: Steddie, implied Eddie x Chrissy (for like a SINGLE line)

Word Count: 1,027. God fucking dang it.

Additional tags: modern AU, single dads, implied meet-cute, Max is a lil shit and also Eddie’s daughter, Dustin is a sweetheart and also Steve’s son, Max’s POV

Side note: I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT. I SWEAR I TRIED. But as you can see, I failed, so this one goes under a cut, lol. The maze aspect was just a jumping off point, so I’m sorry it doesn’t play more of a part. Most of these prompts are of a similar nature for me - inspiration, though I may go off the rails a bit in the actual execution.

Anyway, enjoy!

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“Our dads are gross.”

Max looked back at the two men trailing behind her and Dustin. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see their expressions just fine, thank you very much. Her dad, always animated with his hands, was talking and gesturing wildly. She could see the flash of sunlight against his rings. Dustin’s dad seemed to be listening intently, smiling. And blushing. Every now and then he’d interject, probably asking a question about the story. They were both making absolutely ridiculous goo-goo eyes at each other. Ugh, disgusting. She made a gagging noise and looked away.

“Super gross,” Dustin agreed. The path split a few yards ahead, and the kids decided silently as a unit to continue together down the left side.

“Don’t get too far ahead, Dust.” The boy’s dad called out. They were following at a respectable distance; close enough to keep an eye out, but far enough to give the kids some measure of independence. Dustin slowed down a little, giving a thumbs up. His dad visibly relaxed. Max saw her dad give the other man a comforting arm squeeze. In a touch that, in her opinion, lingered a bit too long.

She scowled. “D’you think we could lose them? In the maze?”

“We shouldn't.” Dustin looked nervous. “My dad gets really worried about stuff like that. This one time, my friend Mike and I got separated from him at the mall, and he totally freaked out.” He shuddered. “Never seen my dad cry before that.”

Max shrugged. “My dad cries all the time. Shoulda seen him at the last Disney movie we watched. He cried more than me. I didn’t even cry when I got this!” She waved her arm, in a cast from wrist nearly to elbow. “But before that, before he found you, was it fun? Hanging out without him?”

“I guess,” the boy was looking at his shoes. “But I don’t think it was worth it.” He glanced back at his dad again. “He seems happy.”

The two men walked comfortably side by side. Their arms were brushing as they moved, and if Max knew anything about her dad, he was actively fighting the urge to take his new friend’s hand. Just then, to her horror, he did. The other guy looked surprised, but then… he grinned. And now it was her own dad’s turn to blush.

“Gross!” She called out.

Her dad waved her off. “Don’t mind her, Steve. Ten years old and already a little adult. I’m going gray before my time.”

Dustin’s dad laughed. “You look fine to me.”

At that, her dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh, ‘fine’ is it now?” He leaned a little closer. There was a very particular gleam in his eye. One Max recognized at a distance, though she might not have known exactly what it entailed. Whatever it was, it was probably more Disgusting Adult Stuff. If they actually kissed, she was going to puke.

Luckily, somebody must have been looking out for her, because as they rounded the next bend…”

“We’re out!” Dustin cheered, making a break for the entrance/exit of the maze. Max ran after him, missing her dad’s quietly disappointed “damnit.” The adults still walked out hand in hand though.

“Did you have a good time?” Dad asked her later, while they were getting settled in the car.

She shrugged. “It was okay, I guess.” He snorted.

“A ringing endorsement.”

Her eyebrow raised in a perfect imitation of him. “What about you? Have fun slobbering all over Dustin’s dad?”

He chose that moment to start the car. “What? Sorry, can’t hear you!” He yelled over the sputter and roar of the engine. One of these days the whole damn thing was gonna fall apart. That’s what Grandpa Wayne said whenever he took rides with them.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. They pulled out of the maze parking lot, and began the long drive back to Hawkins. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up.

“Say, Max… how would you feel about me inviting your new friend over for lunch sometime? Might be fun.”

“Yeah, or you could just ask his dad out on a date or whatever. Dunno why you’re using us kids as an excuse.” She saw him stiffen a bit out of the corner of her eye, but kept her gaze out the window, watching familiar passing scenery.

“What? Me and Steve? A date? Nah, come on.” He tried to play it off, but his face was too pink for her to really believe him.

“Did you at least get his number? Because I remember when you and Chrissy broke up-“

“Hey now-“

“-and that was a freaking nightmare. A solid month of nothing but gross pining.”

He gasped, indignant. “I don’t pine!”

She gave him a flat look.

“It wasn’t that bad!”

Her expression didn’t change. He sighed, resigned.

“Okay, fine, it was bad. But I can’t help it, Max - I’ve always been this way. Big feelings, you know?”

“Oh I know. ‘S why Papa tells me he’s glad I got my mom’s temperament. ‘More than two of you’d be sending me to an early grave, and not a moment too soon.’” That last bit was said in a gruff imitation of Wayne’s voice. Her impression improved every time she did it, and never failed to make her dad laugh.

“Point taken, you little menace. And to answer your question: yes. I did, in fact, get Steve’s number.”

“Gross. I bet you gave him a super cute, disgusting nickname in your contacts too.”

He coughed and focused back on the road ahead. Max smirked. Bullseye.

“Just promise me one thing? Don’t call him as soon as we get home? It was embarrassing enough to watch you guys flirt back there. At least wait until I’m asleep. Or at the skate park. Or anywhere that’s not at the trailer.”

“Deal. Easy. I’ll bet you like ten bucks I won’t even think of calling him until tomorrow!”

And Max immediately agreed, knowing that she’d be ten dollars richer by the end of the day.

He barely held out for an hour.

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(The nickname was “Pretty Boy,” by the way. In a few months, it’ll get changed to “Sweetheart.” It was “Babylove” for like a day. But then Max borrowed his phone, saw it, and demanded he change it because GROSS, DAD.)

#october drabbles #Steddie #single dads #they literally ran into each other in a corn maze #the kids are their literal kids #who are the kids’ other bio parents?#use your imagination #it’s not important #lol #adults being lovey dovey with each other #gross right?

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mrs-dr-reid · 1 year

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Said It And Meant It

(A Steve Harrington Fic)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!OC (Carrie Brown)

Summary: Carrie finally snaps and says everything she’s ever thought about Richard and Gloria Harrington when she’s invited to their house for dinner

Genre: Kinda angsty, but then it gets fluffy

Warnings: Swear words, allusions to everything the Harringtons did/didn’t do to/for Steve, implications of Richard falling under the “abusive husband” umbrella, Richard Harrington is a terrible human being and an even worse father, Gloria Harrington deserves a better husband but she’s still a sucky person and an even suckier mother, Steve is a precious baby who deserves all the love in the world, Nancy Wheeler is a great friend and a great listener

A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent and contains every single thing I want to yell at the Harringtons and force them to listen to whether they want to or not. And the GIF is most definitely Steve’s reaction once Carrie is done tearing into Dick and Gloria

Word Count: 3062

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Of all the things Carrie was planning on doing that day, verbally tearing Richard and Gloria Harrington brand new assholes was not on her list. She had some idea of what kind of people they were from whispers around town and offhanded comments and anecdotes from Steve that he thought were normal. Apparently, Richard Harrington never tips despite being one of the wealthiest men in Hawkins and Gloria Harrington can’t take five steps from her front door without making a snide comment about anyone. But she’d never actually met them in person. After Steve met her family for the first time, he confided in her that if he could help it, she’d never meet his parents because he didn’t want to think about what terrible things they’d say in front of her, and she agreed.

But a few weeks after that, Steve was bringing her to school and dropped it on her that his dad told him he had to “invite that girlfriend of his” over for his mother’s birthday dinner that Friday. He started profusely apologizing, but Carrie cut him off and said, “Steve, it’s okay. I’m a big girl. If I need to leave, I’ll just leave. It’s not like your parents can force you to stop seeing me, you’re almost 19 years old,” which made him nod before kissing her forehead and saying, “How on Earth did I get so lucky?”, earning Carrie’s reply of, “Your guess is as good as mine, Harrington,” as she got out of the car and the two of them walked into the high school together.

She had to admit that she was slightly nervous as she got ready on Friday, because she’d heard a lot of things about the Harringtons and most of them weren’t very kind, but she steeled herself and proclaimed out loud in her bedroom mirror, “I’ll form my own opinion about Steve’s parents. If it ends up being positive, great. If not, it’s not like I’ll be forced to be around them all the time,” nodded confidently, then grabbed her coat, her keys, and the bouquet of daisies she bought for Mrs. Harrington (most people like daisies, and she even triple checked with Steve that Mrs. Harrington wasn’t allergic to pollen or anything beforehand) before heading down the stairs and out the door of her house to her car, as she’d insisted on driving herself because if things got ugly she didn’t want to force Steve to bring her home.

Carrie pulled into the driveway of the Harrington house, took a few deep breaths, then got out of her car and marched up the front steps before ringing the doorbell. Thankfully Steve was the one who answered the door, because Carrie honestly didn’t know how she would’ve reacted if Mr. Harrington had. Steve’s face instantly broke out in a smile, and he kissed her cheek before saying, “Hey, Babe. Come on in,” and ushering her inside. He brought her into the dining room, and there they were: The Harringtons. All the people Carrie heard whispering about them around town weren’t kidding, because she couldn’t remember the last time she felt as intimidated as she did at that moment.

Steve broke her out of her thoughts by saying, “Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, Carrie Brown. Carrie, these are my parents, Richard and Gloria,” and she felt him rub her back assuringly as he did, which made her smile before she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” and reached out a hand to shake. Richard took it and said, “And you as well. You seem like a nice, proper young lady. I’m glad Steven wasn’t exaggerating,” which made Carrie’s eyebrows scrunch skeptically for a millisecond before moving on to Gloria.

She said, “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Harrington. These are for you,” and handed her the vase of flowers, which made a small smile come to Gloria’s face before she accepted it and said, “Aren’t you a dear? Thank you. I think I’ll put these on the table,” before setting the vase in the center of the dining table. As she did so, she said, “I thought your name sounded familiar when Steven was telling us about you. Do you know a Dorothy Brown by any chance?”, so Carrie replied, “That’s my mom, ma’am,” and Gloria’s smile turned a little too saccharine to be genuine before she said, “I thought so. You act very similarly to her.”

Carrie didn’t get the chance to ask her what she meant by that before Richard clapped his hands together the way Steve always does and said, “Well, dearest, I think it’s about time we get this birthday dinner started, don’t you?”, which made Gloria’s demeanor shift from slightly smug to skittish as she said, “Of course, darling. I’ll go check the roast and see if it’s ready. It should be, but our oven’s been acting up recently,” and borderline scampered into the kitchen (in heels and a skirt no less).

Carrie noticed Steve’s mouth set into a line and his eyes soften as he watched his mother go only for them to harden again as he looked back at his father, but she didn’t say anything as the two of them sat down at the table. Richard joined right after, and Carrie fiddled with her napkin ring as she went over her first interactions with the Harringtons. She thought it was weird that Richard naturally assumed Steve was talking her up into a “nice, proper young lady”, and she also thought it was weird that Gloria was cooking her own birthday dinner (not to mention the potential subtle dig at her mother), but she just brushed it off and decided to keep an open mind about the situation.

Carrie broke the somewhat awkward silence that had settled in the room by saying, “I’m gonna go see if Mrs. Harrington needs any help,” and scurrying into the kitchen before either of the men could say anything. She poked her head through the door to see Gloria frantically spooning what looked like a pot roast out of the Crock Pot and into a serving dish, so she cleared her throat and said, “Mrs. Harrington? Do you need any help?”, which made Gloria jump slightly before she turned to see Carrie in the doorway.

She visibly relaxed and said, “Oh, Carrie, dear. You startled me. Yes, thank you. If you could bring the salad and potatoes to the table and make up a pitcher of ice water while I finish up the roast, that would be wonderful,” so Carrie nodded and grabbed the two serving bowls she pointed out before bringing them into the dining room. She set them on the table, then went right back into the kitchen and dispensed ice from the fridge into the pitcher Gloria had set on the counter before filling it with water and bringing it to the table as well, Gloria coming right behind her with the pot roast.

The two women sat down, Carrie beside Steve and Gloria across the table from Richard, and dinner began. Richard and Gloria asked Carrie the obligatory “parents meeting their kid’s partner for the first time” questions like how long have she and Steve been together, what she was planning on going to college for, what she gets up to outside of school, all that jazz, and Carrie couldn’t help but notice that Richard continuously made backhanded comments about Steve while Gloria didn’t say one thing to attempt to defend her son or reprimand her husband.

When Carrie said she was planning on going to Ball State for an elementary education degree, Richard said, “That sounds wonderful. I’m sure Steven could’ve done something like that if he had kept his grades up,” and when she said that her younger brother had his first soccer game of the season the next day, he said, “Ah, what fun. I’m sure he’s managed to win plenty of games for his team. Unfortunately, our Tigers haven’t seen a championship game yet with Steven as their captain,” and all Gloria did was stare into her glass and keep her mouth shut, which was really starting to piss Carrie off.

Eventually, Richard turned the conversation into a “Point Out Every Flaw Steve Has Lecture”, and Carrie was fighting every urge she had to flip the table. He said, “Honestly, Steven, Carrie here has a solid plan for her future, and here you are frolicking around Hawkins without a care in the world. I didn’t raise you to be so careless with things like this. When I was your age I already had a job at my firm and was working my way up to partner. You could have been like me, Son. I’m very disappointed,” and that’s where Carrie lost it.

She stood up, slammed her hands on the table, and snapped, “Oh my god, SHUT UP!”, which made all three Harringtons look at her with shocked looks on their faces. Richard said, “I beg your pardon?!”, so Carrie said, “If you really think I’m just going to sit here and listen to you demean and condescend to one of the most amazing men I’ve ever met in my life, then you’ve got another thing coming! You’re disappointed in him because he didn’t turn out exactly like you? Good! I wouldn’t have gone near him with a ten-foot pole if he ended up a smarmy dickhead like you!”, which made Richard’s jaw drop open in indignation while Steve’s eyes widened in both shock and amazement.

Carrie continued, “And to elaborate on that, he couldn’t have turned out like you. How could he? Neither of you were around enough for him to glean ANY personality traits from you! He was nine years old, and the two of you would just leave him at home ALONE?! For WEEKS at a time?! I know for a FACT that you people are rich enough to have hired some sort of nanny or housekeeper, but NO! You left your NINE-YEAR-OLD SON in this mid-century modern haunted house BY HIMSELF, and just expected him to figure out how to feed himself?! Have you lost your goddamn minds?!?! When I was nine my mother wouldn’t have been caught DEAD leaving me by myself without at least asking Mrs. Henderson to check in on me every so often,” which made Richard’s jaw set angrily while Gloria started playing with her hands in her lap.

Carrie turned her attention to her and said, “And you! Just dropping everything to follow your asshole of a husband all over the place when he had work trips? I get it, Dick Harrington can’t keep it in his pants worth any type of damn when he’s left unsupervised, but come ON! Do you really have to lean into the textbook example of a ‘neglected and abused housewife’ so hard?!”, which made Gloria shift in her seat ashamedly and continue to avoid eye contact with everyone.

Carrie still wasn’t done, and she said, “And you never ONCE attempted to get Dicky Boy over here to lay off of Steve. I counted eight separate occasions tonight alone, so I don’t even want to THINK about all the times this has happened in his life. I love your son more than anything in the world, and if I have to, I will spend the rest of my life loving him in hopes that I can make up for all of the love he deserved but never got from either of you!”, which left the dining room in stunned silence. She composed herself, said, “Thank you for the meal, Mrs. Harrington, and happy birthday again. Steve, I’ll call you tomorrow,” turned on her heel, then walked out of the dining room, grabbed her coat off the hook, and went out the front door and to her car, not once looking back to see the scene she left behind her.

Carrie didn’t fully process what had happened until she was in the Wheelers’ driveway, and when she did, she clapped both hands over her mouth and whispered, “I can’t believe I said all that. To their faces!”, completely shocked at her own behavior. She brushed it off, then got out of her car and went up to the front door and knocked. She heard Mike yell through the door, “I’M GETTING IT, MOM!!!”, and when he opened the door, he said, “Carrie? What are you doing here? And why are you all dressed up?”, so she said, “I’ll explain later, is Nancy home?”, which made him look at her skeptically before saying, “Yeah? She’s in her room. Why?”, but she didn’t answer him and just walked inside and went up the stairs to Nancy’s room.

Carrie opened Nancy’s door to find her reading a book, and she was obviously very startled to see her because the book went flying across the room as a surprised yelp escaped her mouth. Nancy noticed the distraught look on Carrie’s face and said, “Oh, dear. Come sit,” while patting her bed, so Carrie closed the door behind her and flopped onto Nancy’s bed with a slightly exaggerated groan. Nancy said, “What happened?”, so Carrie said, “I went over to Steve’s for his mom’s birthday dinner, Steve’s dad would not stop belittling Steve and his mom did nothing to stop it, and I just lost it and said so many awful things to both of them before storming out,” which earned a cringe of sympathy from Nancy.

She said, “Yeah, I never met them, but from what I’ve heard around town they aren’t very pleasant,” so Carrie replied, “Gloria is nice enough. I’m pretty sure she was about to make some sort of remark about my mother before she was interrupted, but she seems okay for the most part. She’s just completely submissive to Dick, and I’d bet any money he’s a lot worse behind closed doors. The woman cooked her own birthday dinner, how messed up is that?!”, making Nancy’s jaw drop and Carrie say, “Right?!”

Nancy said, “Okay, glossing over that, what did you say to them? I’m sure it was deserved, but what did you say?”, so Carrie took a deep breath and said, “I said I was glad that Steve didn’t turn into a smarmy dickhead like his dad, I called his mother the textbook example of a neglected and abused housewife, I insinuated that Dick would cheat on Gloria if left unsupervised which is why she always goes with him on his work trips, and I implied that the reason Steve is nothing like his parents is because neither of them were around enough for him to have any idea what they’re like since they’ve been leaving him home alone for weeks at a time since he was nine,” Nancy’s eyes widening more and more with each and every insult Carrie named.

She said, “Wow. That’s intense. And you just… left after you said all that?”, and Carrie said, “Not before I said I’d spend the rest of my life loving Steve to make up for all the love he deserved but never received from them. Oh my god, I said I love Steve,” before sitting up and burying her face in her hands. Nancy rubbed her back and said, “You are right, though. Steve deserves so much more than what he’s been given, and I’m glad you’re there for him. I know I really messed him up, but I see the way he looks at you and I know he feels the same way about you,” which made Carrie lift her head and say, “You think so?”, earning Nancy’s reply of, “I know so,” before she wrapped her up in a super tight hug.

Carrie went back to her house after thanking Nancy for listening, and it started pouring rain as she pulled into her cul de sac. She almost thought she was hallucinating because she saw Steve’s BMW in her driveway and a person that could only have been Steve sitting on her front porch. She got out of her car and said, “Steve? What are you doing here?!”, while running to her porch to escape the torrential downpour, which made him stand up and say, “I had to talk to you!”, while bringing her over to her porch swing.

They both sat down, and Steve said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t things would go that far and you’d have to hear all of that, and-…,” which made Carrie cut him off and say, “Are you seriously apologizing for your dad calling you a disappointment at the dinner table?! Steve, that isn’t normal. And you shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of stuff!”, while grabbing his hand. He was quiet for a minute, then said, “What you said before you left… did you mean it?”, while playing with her hand, so Carrie made him look at her, then said, “I said it, and I meant it. Every word. I love you, Steve Harrington, and I will spend the rest of my life giving you every bit of love that you deserve,” before pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt and kissing him.

Steve smiled against her lips, and when she pulled away, he said, “So you’re okay with never being invited to my house for dinner again?”, which made her let out a cackle before saying, “If I ever end up in the same room as your dad again, he’ll be lucky if he leaves that room with his stupid smarmy face intact,” earning a laugh from Steve before he pulled her onto his lap and pressed his lips to hers again, feeling the most love he’s ever felt in a really long time as her hands crept up into his hair and her lips parted slightly against his in a giggle.

When he pulled his lips away, Carrie said, “How much would I have to convince you to come inside and cuddle with me while watching Grease?”, which made him scoff and say, “You don’t have to, I was gonna suggest it if you didn’t,” earning a nose scrunch from her as she ushered him inside out of the rain, fully prepared to start making good on her declaration from dinner to love the crap out of her beautiful, wonderful, dumbass, perfect Steve for as long as he’d let her.

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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Gimme that 💕Overwatch!!

Yeeeeees thankyou very much!! I was working on a craft project and really hurt my hand here so I need something else to brainrot on so bless!!

Right out the gate; Anything with Junkrat. Anything. I could ship this man to the moon and back.

Roadrat is PEAK

Meihem??? Also fantastic

Boombox?? My life to two dumb 20-seomthings

Roadhog/Mei/Junkrat polycule? Chefs kiss

Lucio/Junkrat/D.Va polycule?? Cute, quality, dumbass friendgroup vibes

Junkrat/Cassidy and Junkrat/Ashe are right in the same area for me, I think Junkrat would love the cowboy aesthetic

Junk/Rein but in the Junkenstien version??? Yes. King shit.

Junkrat/Brigitte is so funny to me they would build so much dumb shit together and end up in the hospital for sure

I saw Junkrat/Zenyatta like twice and I've never recovered

Any ship with Junkrat will sail in my waters, I love him and think he would smooch just about anyone. Outside of him....

I am not immune to vanilla ass Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison dad gays

Cassidy/Genji is just so??? Peak. The vibes. Friends in a horrid situation making each other worse to separate growth to rekindled and healthier love?? Absolute GOLD

Moira/Mercy has so many vibes. They are Wine Aunts. They are Overworked and underappreciated lab partners. They are a bitter divorce. The R76 of WLW I'd say.

Someone asked what if Roadhog and Mercy kissed and I honestly never recovered from it. When pigs fly. I love them. Big man tiny wife.

Roadhog/Reinhart, just a couple old men. Chefs kiss especially when paired with Junk/Brig

If Sigma and Doctor Harold Winston didn't makeout on the moon base I will eat my hat I love my space dads!!

Mauga/Baptiste is the single greatest rarepair in Overwatch and if the second Mauga is in OW2 they don't become fandom peak I'm going to beat someone with a hammer

Also Mauga/Bap/Sombra Talon polycule I think is fantastic

BOBYATTA BABY

I also think Lucio and Doomfist are cute I don't know their dynamic at all but the size difference and the chance to see Akande looking soft makes fantastic fanart

Zarya and Brigitte is very very peak butch woman girlfriends and I love them

Ashe/Widowmaker is good for both the drastic difference in vibes and also their ship name is Ouihaw

Someone’s been putting a lot of Zenyatta/Cassidy on my dash lately and with ever post I am getting closer to being right there on the boat with them

Some honorable mentions I don't have many thoughts on but certainty get a thumbs up are like

Sombra/Symmetra

Tracer/Emily (Love to the canon queers)

Lucio/Reinhardt

Lucio/Genji

D.Va/Lucio

Reinhardt/Ana

Sombra/D.Va (gamer girlfriends)

Doomfist/Zenyatta

Sombra/Baptiste (they are exes for sure tho)

Brig/D.Va

Zenyatta/Maximilien

BOB/Cassidy

Genji/Sombra

Lucio/Zenyatta

Widowmaker/Hanzo (Queerplatonics)

Ashe/Genji

Orisa/Bastion

Mei/Zarya

Zarya/Lynx17

Reinhardt/Sigma

Sigma/Sombra

Sombra/Cassidy

On top of all this, I wish I had someone I shipped Winston with. I LOVE Winston, he's so cute and sweet and honestly the most well balanced functional man in the game, and I wish he had someone to smooch.

Like me.

#Thankyou for asking #Ship list #Self ships not included but like. Self ships #All Junkrat ships are good ships there is no argument to be had for such #Good vibes good vibes good vibes #We love to talk about Overwatch for a hot second actually I am so far from Overwatch thoughts now a days #I barely play the game and I am not keeping up with OW2 beta #I am waiting for story mode patiently #I did hear the new Junkrat interaction for when he kills Doomfist tho and kfgjdfjgkfjkg #Yeeeeeeeeees #We love to hear it we love when Junkrat is excited about something #THE Doomfist #Soft spots in my heart for Winston and Doomfist would take them both on a date honestly #They are not on the F/O list they are crushes at best but I do really really like them.#Winston/Hammond is like. Alright. It can be cute.#Eeeeeeeeeeh #Anyway that's all my thoughts and favorites #Thanks again for the ask I needed the break to sort thoughts rather than hurt my hand sewing

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confusedgeek · 1 year

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i watched my first thai BL and here's how i go crazy over it // kinnporsche

woot woot~!!!CONTAINS SPOILERS Q^Q

let's start w the characters, shall we? *bangs table* ARE YOU AWARE OF HOW ILLEGAL IT IS TO MAKE THEM SO EASILY ATTACHED TO???!!!!! [arm and pol are my babies god they're such a side ship and so qt with tankhun] AND HOW MUCH I RELATE TO TANKHUN MAKES ME QUESTION MY ENTITY (´-ω-`) a literall self-put character of me in a thai bl (×_×)

AND ACTING-WISE, everything was played realistically, there was sm real emotion, production is VERY WELL MADE AND THE PLOT IS INTERESTING W MULTIPLE PLOT TWISTS AT THE END (near ep 13-14)

NOW THE SPICE STUFF *throws spice everywhere* the kissing was *pfffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* SO FUCKING GOOD OH MY GAWD (／。＼) [ngl the sex scene where kinn and porsche jacked each other off scarred me but also um,,, makes me wanna rewatch it FOR KINN'S EXPRESSIONS PLS I NEED THAT FRAMED ON TOP OF MY BED IN 4K]. before i started this drama, there was this one comment that stuck w me that said "all i remember was buttons flying everywhere and shirts getting ripped" and I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH I AGREE WITH THAT PERSON OML Σ(°△°|||)︴ i love porsche so much, just how much resemblance there's between me and him is too much (￣ ;;￣) this drama portrayed entp [porsche] so realistically accurate i feel attacked for being MYSELF _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ like SERIOUSLY HIS SMUG FACE ANYTIME HE HAS THE CHANCE TO SHOW IT, IT KILLS ME LIKE IM WHEEZING BLOOD AT THIS POINT he's so entp my heart hurts;; AND OH GOD WHEN HE WAS LIKE TALKIN AB KINN'S "other gun" I WAS MAKING AN O FACE SO HARD 3/////3

and pls KINN AND PORSCHE CAN LITERALLY BE ON A DESERTED ISLAND HAVIN SEX WHILE HALF OF THE MAIN FAMILY ALONG WITH THE MINOR FAMILY ARE FALLING APART and they won't give a single SHIT!! TT0TT (it made cry-laugh so hard when pete was FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE WHEN VEGAS TOOK HIM AWAY and next scene you see those two braincells [kinn and porshce] GOIN ON A FUCKIN VACATION (;;;*_*)

now ab the soundtrack???!!!! THIS ONE SPECIFIC PIANO BGM PLAYING WHENEVER THEM TWO BRAINCELLS IN LOVE ARE HAVING A LIL EMOTIONAL LOVEY DOVEY TIMMMEEEE??? *cause of death: too good piano playing* (╥﹏╥) AND THE OP SONG IS CLAPPING SOME MAD BALLS TOO (x_x)⌒☆ also just how sweet it is to see mr. korn accept kinn's relationship with porsche is just OWAHHHHHH (((＞＜)))!!!!

like YE OLD MAN GO WILD UNDO HOMOPHOBIA REHEHEHE~ unlike vegas' dad who's like *slaps* WHAT DO U THINK YOU'RE DOIN??!!!! (beinga a smol sex freak) [how i wish i could replace pete mmmmhhmmmmm ..・ヾ(。＞＜)シ ]

talking ab pete and vegas’ whole “side story” at this point, I CAME TO CONCLUSION THAT I DO SHIP THEM DESPITE THE “stockholm syndrome” the relationship between has;;

(sobs) i ship them so hard despite how much vegas hurt pete at the start :,)) IK ITS WRONG BUT IDC THEY LOOK TOO CUTE CUDDLED UP TOGETHER >////< ON THE CONTRARY, HAVING MY BABY GET HIS BALLS ELECTRIFIED CHANGED ME AS A WHOLE (cleans the saliva off my chin 👁👁)

*whispers* but the scene in ep 13 where vegas put a knfie to pete's neck and pete started venting was SO FUCKING GOOD THE ACTING, THE ATMOSPHERE???!!! *chefs kiss* NO BRUH AND THE SCENE WHERE MR. KORN REVEALED THE TRUTH AB PORSCHE'S FAMILY AND HE WAS LIKE "AM I AND KINN RELATED??" :skull emoji: :skull emoji: I WAS IN TEARS I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY FOOD (╬`益´) NOW A SMOL PLACE TO BABBLE AB THE FIGHT SCENE IN THE LAST EP??!! it was so hot how porsche and kinn "hugged" while shooting the others left alive (was so damn hot) (╥ω╥) AND WHEN PORSCHE TOLD KINN TO GRAB HIS GUN AND KINN GRABBED HIS "GUN" (￣￣|||) [what a braincell move]

*sigh*

i think now imma get a lot more into thai bls cause those men know how to COOK (kiss a homie right) ;>>

honestly can't believe i finished this series, it has such a special place in my heart and im so glad i found out ab it (more thai bls down the road we goooooo) overall, i HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS THAI DRAMA it was a masterpiece as is told to be around this cultured community ;))

#kinnporche the series #thai bl #thai drama #thai series #boys love

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rezilient-m3 · 2 years

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Aug 2

Been a long time. I didn't want to update till I had something to update about, but I'm sitting here on night shift, tired asf. Lol.

S is the guy I was complaining about in the previous post. It's still weird. I get so upset, or have been, but when he comes back, I'm back "in like" with him. Lol. Geez. We go weeks sometimes without seeing each other, but speak more often. His bday was on the 23rd of July. Days before that I msged him and he didn't open it, I thought whatever, he must be busy. Then seen him at the casino that night. I seen him see me, then act like he didn't and walked thee other way. I was upset about that (today I realized I might have over reacted lol). But I didn't talk to him there. I did my own thing. Weird thing about that was, he never opened that msg (it was on snap). I just feel he must have felt stupid a out it and didn't know how to handle it. 3 days go by and it's Friday, day before his bday. I replied with "Do I know you?" But he laughed it off, and so did I. I said hbday. I didn't see him his bday cuz he went golfing with his sisters, then worked at 5 to 1am. Next day is when I start my shifts (Sun-Thurs, I'll come back to this). So, before I was done at 2pm, I tell him I'm going to bring him a coffee. I went buy a cupcake and a candle to surprise him cuz he never got a cake. It was cute. He was tickled. I almost chickened out cuz it felt lame lol. Anyways, the Frday night, when his bday was at midnight, he mentioned he wanted 35 kisses. So, before I left him, he asked where his kisses were. I kissed him on both cheeks then the lips. That was our first kiss.

We hung out once, again since, but still act like we don't know what we're doing lol. It's so dumb. We're on opposite schedules though, so it makes it difficult. Plus, I know we both want to ask to hang out, but we never do. Lol. So, I'm just being patient. Not really giving other men the time of day. Being loyal when I'm not even in a relationship yet lol. But he's cute. And really genuine, I'm pretty sure.

Anyways, about work. I went to a career fair May 5th, right after graduating. (Grad day was great!) Gave my resume that day. Got an interview May 17th. Offered the job June 7th, and officially started July 5th. That whole ass process took me two months. That was stressful. Anyways, I work Sun to Thurs, on rotations (6am-2pm, 2-10, and 10-6am). This week are nights. It's not bad. I'm in an emergency home that houses 15 kids in care. 3 groups of siblings and two singles, all ages from 1-11. Think it's meant for 0-12. I just do whatever I'm told. Mostly it's just babysitting and cleaning.

I feel like this isn't my calling tho. I've mentioned that I am meant for something big. Something to make a difference in this lifetime. So, I applied for social work to a university in the city. I got accepted, and I registered for my classes, but haven't heard about the funding yet. (My dad is an important man in our reserve and said that he'd talk to the chief and tell them to fund me. Talk about nepotism. Sorry, kinda.)

The big thing I thought about was, maybe it's working with families. In the beginning of my educational career, I thought of working with kids to try redirect them from a life of adversity might get them. Give them advice and be that positive influence. That's what I wanted, but I don't feel like I can do that here. So, I went back to the thought of helping mothers and fathers, or any care givers, to try bring back that "it takes a village" mentality.

I don't know if people have been keeping up with my story, but I have mentioned my personal story about this. In my counseling sessions I talked to my therapist about how it was for me being a young 19 year old mom, out on her own (with my pos bf at the time). I talked about how guilty I felt about not doing the things I should have been doing for my 1st son, who was just a baby. Then, for not raising my girls when they were with their dad. Then she told me about how long ago, in our culture, everyone had a village. Every child was taken care of by a community. We all know that by history. But it's so beautiful to read about. And she said that even though it was my choices that have led to those things happening, that I shouldn't take all of the blame for it. Meaning, I did not have a village. I didn't have anyone to guide me, or lean on, or to just be there when I was struggling. So, I shouldn't blame myself for all of it. And it only mattered to what I was accomplishing now. I have good relationships with my kids, I am sober and I am doing my best to give them a good life. Proud.

Now, as for this village concept, people everywhere should have this. Too many people are left to their own device's, trying to navigate through their addictions, while not learning the proper ways to raise these children. Which might land these kids in homes like these. Everyone needs to feel loved, unjudged, belonged, and accepted. Why can't we have that kind of community everywhere? I want to try. Seems like hard work, but if I at least reach as much people as I can and change this for them, then I'd be happy. So, I'm going to get that degree.!

Idk what else... Alex went to BC with our son. They were gone for over 2 weeks. They got home 2 days ago. We're still ok now. I think. I didn't do anything with my lawyer regarding custody or taking half his possessions lol. Still contemplating.

As for James and the girls' court. That's on Sept 9th. I need 5k to give to the same lawyer to help me to change the order, but I don't have that kind of money, and running out of time to get it. Makes me nervous and stresses me out. Cuz if he walks away from those charges, he can bring a cop to our house and take the girls. Cuz last court order is still the same from the last time we've been in court, and says I only have them for every second weekend, and he is primary caregiver with the decision making. Rank. I hate that. And need to figure this out soon.

There's my current events in a nut shell. I wish it were more interesting for y'all lol. But I'm done. And tired.

#allofme #thisisme #goingplaces #prayforus

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nctsplug02 · 3 years

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Can I request dad!johnny? he cheated with y/n so they broke up and 3 yrs later he saw y/n with their son (y/n a single mom) but johnny isnt still aware of it that it’s his kid? Angst-fluff maybe? Thank you!

get your popcorns ready, this is gonna be a long story.

genre: angst, fluff

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You and your son were waiting in line for some ice cream, he heard the ice cream truck and asked to get some, of course you agreed since it was so hot outside. “Hello,” you greeted the man in the ice cream truck. “Hi, what can I get for you today?” He asks and you hum. “I think I’ll get vanilla. What do you want, baby?” You ask your three year old. “Can I get the brown one?”

The man chuckles and nods before heading back into his truck to get the ice creams. “Okay, here you two are! It’ll be five bucks.” You hand the man a five dollar bill before bidding your goodbyes.

“Y/n?” You turn your head to the direction where your name was called. “Oh, Mark? Taeil?” You’re shocked to see your olds friends standing in line, waiting to order their ice creams. “So it is you! Hyung, you owe me twenty bucks,” Taeil rolls his eyes at the youngster and nods.

“Anyways, how’ve you been? It’s been so long!” The young boy cheers. “I’ve—,” you feel your dress get tugged on. “Mommy, who are they?” Your son asks, hiding behind you. “These.. um,” you look back at Mark and taeil. “They are my friends from a long time ago.” You smile at the two men in front of you.

“Wait, your a mom now? Wow!” Mark covers his mouth in shock. “Mark, youre too loud.” Taeil tells him, Mark apologizes and lowers his voice. “Uh, yeah.. I’m a mom now.” Mark crouches down and holds a fit out to your son. “Hi, buddy! I’m mark!” Your son tilts to the side to look at Mark. He looks up at you who just smiles down at him. “I’m Sungchan.” Your son quietly introduces himself and hi-fives Marks fist.

“Nice to meet you, sungchan.” Mark giggles at the three year olds shyness. “Where are you guys off to?” Taeil asks while Mark tried to start a conversation with the three year old. “Just back to the park, what about you guys?” You point to the park that had no people. “Well, we came here to get some ice cream for us and the others, so we’re headed back.. over there.”

He points to a place behind the cars that were all parked and lined up. “Oh, who’s all over there with you guys? Maybe I’ll come with and say hello to them.” You smile at him, thinking about the others that you hadn’t seen either. “Well, there’s taeyong, Jeno, yuta, Doyoung, and Johnny.” He lists them out, you pause at the last name.

“O—oh, um, actually I think me and Sungchan are just gonna head home after this.” You hug Sungchan to your leg. “Oh, well. Here, how about we swap numbers so you can come over tonight? I mean, we are throwing a little party.” You think about it, what could go wrong with reuniting with some old friends?

“Sure! I mean, it’s been years since we’ve all talked and seen each other, so why not?” He laughs a little and pulls his phone out. You and him swap numbers before you and Sungchan left home.

Mark and Taeil walk back to the little group with ice cream cones in their hands. “Okay, take your ice creams! Me and Taeil have to tell you guys who we just met.” They all take their ice cream and wait for Mark to continue.

“We bumped into y/n at the ice cream truck, she looks better than ever!” Mark announces with a giggle.

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Later that night, Taeil had texted you, telling you to come over for a bit. You got worried and asked if you could bring Sungchan, he said yes and that he didn’t mind.

You got Sungchan out of the car and knocked on the door. The door swings open and you see Mark at the door. “Aye! You actually came!” He gasps when he sees the three year old standing besides you. “Ahh! Sungchan!” He giggles and starts to jump. “Hi, Mark.” You giggle at how excited he was to see your son.

Mark shuts the door after letting the two of you in. “Are you hungry? Yeah, okay. Why don’t you go play with uncle Mark while mommy grabs you some food, yeah?” Your son nods and looks up at Mark. “Let’s go!” Sungchan grabs Marks hand and allows Mark to take him to the basement.

You sigh and start looking around for the kitchen. “Oh,” you find the kitchen filled with food that they had just barbecued. You hum and start looking for plates, paper plates are sitting on the counter which you grabbed. You filled with plate up with some chicken and rice. You reheat the cold food and while waiting a voice scares you.

“Y/n?” Oh, you knew that voice, you knew it well.

You turned around to see your ex lover standing in shock by the door frame. “Johnny, hi.” You inhale sharply. “Is.. is that your kid?” He points behind him.

- few moments ago -

Johnny sighs and opens the bathroom door. “Yo! Watch out, man!” Mark yells and pushes the tall man back into the bathroom. “Woah, who’s kid is that?” Johnny asks pointing to the three year old.

“Mhm.” You nod confirming his question. “Oh, well, how’ve you been—?”

beep, beep, beep.

The microwave saves the awkward moment. “I’ve been good, how about you?” You grab the food out of the microwave. “I’ve been.. good too.” He nods and tucks his hands in his pockets. “That’s good. Can you show me where the basement is?” He nods and gestures you to follow him.

Entering the basement, you could see your son playing with Mark. “Oh, my god! Y/n? It’s been so long!” Jungwoo gasps and sits up, running over to you and hugging you. “Hi Jungwoo!” You giggle and pst his back as he swayed you back and forth. “Gosh! So that baby must be yours, huh?” You nod and scrunch your face up. “Okay, well I see you have a plate of food so, go on.”

You walk over to Mark and Sungchan who are playing with some action figures. “Channie, come eat food.” You sit down and place the plate down. “Okay, mommy.” He crawls over to you and sits in front of you. “Here, ahh.” You open your mouth and so does he. “Omm, nom nom nom.” Your son giggles at your food noises.

——

After feeding your son, your son got tired and wanted to go home. “Hey guys, me and Sungchan are gonna head home. He’s getting really tired and cranky.” The guys frown and whine, not wanting you to leave just yet. “I’ll see you guys next time, okay?” Mark walks you to your car with Sungchan in his arms.

“Okay, bye y/n. Drive safe, alright?” You giggle and nod. “I’m not that bad of a driver, Mark. But yes, don’t worry. Goodnight Mark, don’t drink too much.” He laughs and nods. “Okay, mom,” he jokes, “goodbye channie, see you soon! Bye buddy!” He waves the little boy off before running back inside as you drove off.

——

For days your son had begged you nonstop if he could spend the night at Marks, and honestly, you didn’t know if Mark would be up for it or if he would be able to take care of your three year old. “Okay, I’ll call uncle Mark to see if he lets, okay?” The three year old cheers and nods.

You pick up your phone and start calling Mark.

“Hey, what’s up y/n?” The man sounded so lively. “Hi Mark, can I ask you something?” The boy nods and hums. “Okay, so lately Sungchan had been asking and begging for me to let him sleep at your place, so is it alright if Sungchan sleeps at your place? For like, a day?”

The man on the other line freaks. “Dude, of course! Send me your address I’ll come pick him up.” You giggle at his excitement, him and Sungchan are growing up as best friends. “Alright, ill send it.” The other line goes silent, bitch hung up.

“Channie! Go get ready! Uncle Mark is coming to pick you up!” The little boy cheers and runs into his room, quickly packing some of his toys and some clothes.

“Im ready, mommy!” He says with his backpack on and his shoes on the wrong way. “Good job, baby! Let’s go wait for uncle Mark outside, yeah?” He nods and runs towards the front door.

You and him are outside, youre sitting on the steps while he sat next to you. “It’s a pretty day, isn’t it?” Your son nods and looks at the flowers that were planted by the big tree in front of your house, it had a swing on it from your childhood.

A car pulls up and you grab Sungchan hand. “Oh, it’s uncle mark.” You let his hand go as he slowly walks down the stairs and then runs to his uncle. “Uncle Mark!” He jumps into the mans arms and makes the older man giggle. “Hey buddy!” He lifts up the three year old and looks over at you, who is walking towards them.

“Hey Mark, take good care of my baby, okay? He’s the only one I’m having.” Mark and you laugh, but soon after he nods. “Hey y/n?” You look in the car to see Johnny sitting in the passenger seat. “Oh, hey Johnny, didn’t see you.” He slightly laughs and then looks back in his lap. “Alright, ready to go, buddy?” The three year old nods.

“You go and be good, okay? If someone tells me you were being a bad boy, then you don’t get to go back to uncle Marks, got it?” The little on nods. “Okay, give mommy a kiss.” You turn your head and point to your cheek. You pull away when you feel his little lips press against it. “Okay, bye bye, baby.” You ruffle his hair. “Bye mommy!”

——

Later that night, you had ran to that store for some food and bumped into someone very attractive. You and him swapped numbers and starts going on dates after that. While on those dates, Mark would babysit for you, you offered to pay him for every time he watch your son but he didn’t accept it.

Tonight was a rainy night, you and jaehyun couldn’t go on a date so you both decided to stay in with Sungchan.

- a little recap of their night -

“Happy 8 month anniversary, babe.” Jaehyun says and clinks his wine glass with yours. “Happy 8 months, baby.” You take a small swig. “Mommy, happy happy day.” Sungchan holds up his cup of apple juice. “Aww, happy happy day, baby.” You giggled and clinked your cup with his.

——

It was so late and the rain made the three of you guys so sleepy, so the three of you ended up sleeping early.

A sudden faint knock could be heard from the living room. You sit up frantically, another knock. “Who the f.. it’s so late..” you groan and get out of bed, making your way down to the front door with a bat in your hand.

“Johnny?” You see Johnny standing in front of your door all soaked, he looked.. intoxicated. “Y/n..” he slurred and wobbled, he couldn’t even hold himself up. “Johnny, it’s late, what are you doing in front of my door at this time?” He laughs but it sounded broken. “I.. I miss you so much..”

he was just drunk talking, you said to yourself.

“Johnny, should I call Mark—?” He quickly shakes his head. “No, please don’t. If you do then he’ll yell at me.” You sigh, the cold breeze making your legs shiver. “I just miss you so much, I miss holding you at night, I miss the way you kissed me, please just take me back—“ you stopped his rambling, his drunk rambling.

“No, johnny, you don’t get to do this! I’ve finally healed after 4 years of our break up. I was so heartbroken that you cheated on me with some random chick from the bar. I was so hurt that you hid it from me and that I had to find out from Renjun and Chenle. This ain’t fair, johnny!” He laughs and nods. “He’s my son, isn’t he?” Great, a new topic.

“So what if he is? It doesn’t matter anymore, you were never in the picture anyway so why does it matter?” He looks up at you. “He’s my son—“ you shake your head. “No he isn’t, he isn’t. He may have your blood but he isn’t your son.” Silence took over, all that could be heard was the raining showering. “Just leave, please? I don’t want to ever see you again.” He steps closer with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Y/n, please let’s just talk—“ the door opens wider. “She said to leave.” Johnny looks at the man besides you and then back at you. “Alright, I’m sorry..” Johnny turns back around and walks out of your property.

Jaehyun closes the door shut and is immediately taken into your embrace. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He shakes his hand and taps on your thigh, telling you to jump, so you do. “It’s okay, let’s just go back to bed.” He says carrying you back up to your room.

————

a/n: i got really tired and confused at the end. hopefully you can see where i ran out of words and ideas for this story. and by confused i mean like, not knowing anymore words, not knowing what to write and etc. hopefully i can fix this and make it better because it isn’t really that good. I’ll try my best next time! :)

#johnny angst #nct johnny #johnny seo #johnny suh #johnny smut #nct dad au #nct x reader #nct angst #nct fluff #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop angst

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myhaikyuuthings · 4 years

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“daddy?” HCs

request: May you please do Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwa’s reaction to single mother y/n child calling them “papa” or “daddy” for the first time? Thank you 🥺

warnings: just so much fluff omg

pairings: kuroo x fem!reader, bokuto x fem!reader, akaashi x fem!reader, iwaizumi x fem!reader

Kuroo: Daughter, age 5

the two of you had been together for awhile, he spent many weekends with you and your daughter

this particular weekend, he took the two of you to the amusement park, wanting to ‘treat you both for being so cute’

you three spent a lot of time on the kiddie rides, your daughter laughing loudly and pulling you both around to see Everything

if she was tall enough to ride it, you three would

when you all reached the section filled with ‘carnival’ games, her eyes lit up and you just knew what was coming

well kind of

“Daddy!! Can we play? I want a kitty” she had yelled out excitedly, tugging him by his hand towards the stands

you froze, worried about how Kuroo would react

he was frozen too, staring down at her in shock

“Daddy come on,” your daughter whined, pouting when he didn’t move

in a split second, he had her in his arms hugging her tightly

“We can play all the games you want, you want a kitty? we will win you fifty kitties! You can have a real kitty if you want!”

you were about to remind him, that no she cannot have a real kitty, when he turned to you with tears streaming down his face

“she called me daddy.. I love you both so much god I hope that’s okay with you” “We love you too daddy!” “Yeah we love you too baby”

she ended up getting her kitten not a week later, and Kuroo moved in not too long after tbh

Bokuto: Son, age 7

your son loved Bokuto and you were so glad he did

a part of you guessed it was because Bokuto did anything and everything your son wanted

he wants a tree house? Bokuto’s figuring out how to make it happen

he wants to play hide n seek for hours? Bokuto Will entertain him

Bokuto really just loved the both of you, he had since day one

but he is a professional volleyball player, and sometimes he has to go out of town for games

and both of your boys hate it, they’re practically connected at the hip when together

you felt terrible, seeing your boyfriends pouty teary eyed face on your phone screen, your son sitting in your lap in the same state

so you bought plane tickets and went to surprise him

your son wore a tshirt with Bokuto’s number on it, practically vibrating in the stands as you waited for Bokuto’s team to come out

you had called the coach and managed to score seats pretty close to the court

he didn’t notice you two when he first came out, a pout on his face probably from you missing his call

“Daddy! Kick their butts!!!” your son yelled out, sticking his tongue out at the other team and shocking everyone around you

Bokuto spun around, seeing the two of you and bursting into tears

“You got it little man! Daddies gonna kick their asses!!!” “Kotaro!!”

the minute the game ended, he had both of you in his arms pressing kisses all over your faces and just sobbing

“You called me daddy” “well duh that’s what you are right?” “Yeah I’m your daddy!” he was totally crying the entire time

Akaashi: Son, age 12

you two had been together for three years

you introduced him to your son a year ago, and while they got along, things were tense at first

your son remembered his father, and a part of him hoped the two of you would get back together and he saw Akaashi as someone standing in the way of that

when he saw how much happier you looked, he reluctantly warmed up to your boyfriend

after a particularly bad weekend at his fathers, he came home to Akaashi cooking while you let him talk about how it went

“He took my phone so I couldn’t even text you! All I said was if he wanted you back so bad he should’ve treated you how Keiji does.” “y/s/n, he shouldn’t have taken your phone but you can’t talk to your father that way”

well he was mad at you too now, so the three of you sat at the dinner table in relative silence

“So y/s/n, your mom told me you’re planning on joining the volleyball club?” “Yeah I want to be the ace” “I used to play in middle and high school, I set for Bokuto, if you want I can help you practice”

even though he was ignoring you, you felt your heart swell as they made plans together

they practiced together for weeks, gradually improving when it happened

“Did you see that dad?! I rocked that!!!” “You were great, think you can give me another like that?”

Akaashi handled it so calmly but internally he was so happy

Iwaizumi: Daughter, age 10

he had been in your daughters life for two years

at this point, you all had fallen into a comfortable way of living

he didn’t live with you two yet, but you all were moving into a new house that weekend

your friends had offered to help, so most of his old classmates and some of your friends were there

your daughter was unpacking the boxes in her bedroom while you were unpacking the kitchen, the guys moving the rest of the furniture in

“Iwa-chan you’re feeding us right?” “You already know y/n ordered food, it’ll be here soon, what’re you getting at?” “Oh right i forgot”

you had to hold back your laughter when you noticed your daughter listening in from her doorway as the two grown men started bickering like old times

“you can’t call me that! there is a child in the house!” Oikawa had shrieked, your daughter laughing loudly at the insult

“Dad that fits him so well omg” she cackled, high fiving Iwaizumi, ignoring the offended look on Oikawa’s face

Your boyfriend’s smile was so big and proud, you honestly started tearing up

“oh so he’s dad when he’s insulting me?” “he’s always my dad, stupid-kawa”

Iwaizumi beamed, patting her head “yeah stupid-kawa, i think i like this nickname a little more”

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Good little girl

*gif is not mine*

Note - Requested by @holacia2 and a part two to good little wife. And special thanks to @gotnofucks for all her help! I'm so overwhelmed with all the love that fic got I hope y'all like this little follow up as well❤❤

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Summary - Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems?

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, younger woman/older man, daddy kink, soft dark!Andy, SO MUCH MISOGYNY, housewife kink, innocence kink, (accusations of) cheating, arranged/forced marriage, spanking, possessive Andy.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 4.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio and the pinned post!

You handed your mother the brownies you had baked, she thanked you, telling you how it was so unnecessary, before Andy placed the wine you had gotten on the way over on the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you go keep your father in law company, Andrew?” your mom told him. He only nodded before making way to his boss.

“So? How are things going with him?” she asked. “You are positively glowing honey! Do you have any good news yet?”

“Mom!” you gasped.

Over the past seven months you had only seen your mother a handful of times. You were still a bit upset with her for marrying you off to an older man you barely knew, a man who you thought despised you so much he refused to even touch you.

You knew she didn’t really have a say in it. Your father never really valued her opinion, there was no way she would’ve been able to stop it but she hadn’t even so much as tried.

“No, I don’t. And I won’t any time soon,” you huffed.

While being a mother was something you’d like to experience someday, you didn’t know if you were quite ready for it yet. Which was good because Andy didn’t want kids for the next few years either, he had taken you to a doctor to get you on birth control as soon as the holidays were over.

He stated that he wasn’t ready to share you just yet. That he wasn’t sure he wants his kids to be a part of the mob, which you didn’t want either.

“Oh, but you have to, cookie. I need a distraction. Being a mom is all I’ve ever known and ever since you left the house has been so empty.”

“Well, what about daddy?” you frowned. He had never really liked spending time with your siblings or your mother, but to leave her be on her own like that.

“He’s always with Charlotte,” she rolled her eyes. “I would’ve been fine with it, he’s always been like that, can’t expect him to change now, but he brought her here, now, to a family dinner.” She sighed in resignation.

You had heard a familiar high pitched annoying laugh upon coming home, but you thought that to be one of your brothers floozies.

Charlotte, or Cherry, used to be a good friend of yours in college. Before you brought her home for the holidays of your freshman year and she decided to shack up with your married father, who was almost thrice her age. You lost touch with her after that.

“I’m telling you, honey, a kid is a good way of securing your marriage and starting a family. You are young now... but you will grow old someday. Andrew’s a good man... but he is still a man at the end of the day.”

You scoffed at that, “I won’t have you talking that way about my husband! We are already a family, we’re in love each other and he’s nothing like dad.”

She gave you a teary smile, “Young love--is just so innocent and beautiful. You always see the best in people, cookie. I hope I’m wrong about this. Any man would be an idiot to not appreciate you.”

“Andy does appreciate me. And take good care of me, ma...” you trailed off.

He did take good care of you. After the night you consummated your marriage he brought you breakfast in bed. He hadn’t kept his hands off of you for the past few weeks, doting on you any chance he could get, telling you he loved you every chance he got.

But you wondered... did he love you?

The kind of love you’d only ever read about in classical novels. The kind of love you’d dreamt of having ever since you could remember, the kind you thought you once had with someone, but didn’t. You didn’t love Alex the way you love Andy. You were in love with the idea of Alex. You knew Andy now. You knew how kind, passionate and fierce he was, your love for him consumed every single part of you. Where you would literally die for him.

But did he love you for you. Or was he just lonely because it was Christmas. You had avoided taking the tree and the decorations down, begging him, even dropping to your knees and making love to him with your mouth, you didn’t know much but Cherry had taught you that you could get men to do anything for you just by kneeling before them.

While he was very obviously pleased with your passion, returning the favor tenfold, till your thighs burned from his bread and you were shouting for him to stop, he still took the decorations down. He said he wanted to start anew this year. He made a resolution to be the best husband he could.

But you were going to protect your heart this time, hope for the best but still prepare for the worst.

Unfortunately, you had been seated next to Cherry. You found out that your father was living with her now and that while she had hoped he’d leave his wife for her there, but apparently there was no such luck.

“They never leave their wives do they,” she shook her head. “Oh I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be saying these things to you...”

“Its alright,” you shrugged. It would be hard to see your mother be unhappy but there was never any love between your parents. Your mother had learned to live without him and find happiness in other things, and other people, she was just a bit more sneaky about it.

“Well...” you hesitated “how do you keep a man?”

“What kind of question is that?” she giggled. “There are many ways to keep a man but you’ll have to be a bit more specific...”

You ended up changing the subject. The kind of questions you wanted to ask were not suitable for the dinner table, and you didn’t like the way Andy was staring daggers at the pair of you, almost displeased with the two of you chatting.

***

You smiled at him from the passenger seat when he put his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. He had been quite the whole ride home so you decided to speak first.

“Can’t believe Cherry’s like my... step mom.” You laughed out loud at such a ridiculous notion.

“Step mom?” he furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.

“Oh I’m just joking,” you waved him off. “Dad would never leave my ma. He’ll move on to another one soon enough.”

He hummed, nodding, “Alright. I was just worried she was troubling you at dinner.”

“What would you have done if she was? Would you swop in like a knight in shining armor and save me from the big meanie?”

“You know I would,” he smiled.

You had asked for a piggy back ride from Andy from the garage to your home, he rolled his eyes and tried to say no but then gave in when you used your princess eyes on him.

He placed you on top of your bed, kissing the tip of your nose, he started unbuttoning his shirt to get ready for bed.

“Andy... um... Daddy?” you corrected yourself instantly.

He liked you addressing him as that whenever you both were alone, he had warned you that you would receive a punishment if you ever failed to comply.

You didn’t know what his punishment would be and you didn’t plan on finding out anytime soon. You’d withhold all affection from him if he ever dared take away the platinum card from you, or lower your allowance as your father had told him to at the dinner, ‘to tame you' supposedly.

But that wasn’t a very good plan... what if he just looked for love elsewhere.

“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“Um... do you think... you would ever take a mistress?” you gulped and prepared yourself for his answer.

“I wouldn’t...” you sighed in relief, “one woman is enough trouble.” he said flatly.

“Daddy!!” you whined, stomping your foot on the floor and folding your hands over your chest.

And he had the audacity to laugh. His laughter at your expense only fuelled your anger. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

He finally stopped laughing, “Look at you being a big girl,” he tried to pinch your cheek but you swatted his hand away. “You don’t wanna be daddy’s little girl anymore?” he pouted.

“No... no I do!” you answered all too eager. “I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too, honey. I shouldn’t be making fun of you.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” you hugged his hard stomach, rubbing your cheek against his undershirt. “It’s mean, and you promised not to be mean to me.”

“I was just teasing,” he cooed, stroking your hair. And while you knew that and secretly enjoyed it even, you still wanted a serious answer out of him.

“I intend to keep my vows forever. There is just no way I could ever want anyone who’s not you.”

“Really?” you propped your chin on his abdomen, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.”

***

“Um... I’m here to see Andy,” you told the lady sitting outside of, what you had been told was Andy’s office, you assumed her to be his secretary Erica.

You always packed a lunchbox for Andy, always remembering to leave a sweet note for him and he would always call you to thank you for it. You also made sure to have dinner ready before he got home on the nights he wasn’t taking you out on the town. It was just your duty as a good wife.

But Andy had been working way too much the past couple of weeks. Where he would be gone before you wake up and be back when you were already in bed. You knew his job was demanding, working for your father and being a partner in a law firm, the job was like a mistress, stealing your man away...

So you simply decided to make his favorite, food pack it up and come to him to eat it together.

“Mrs Barber! It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” she gave you a toothy smile, shaking your hand.

You would’ve been happy, elated that Andy talks so much about you at work. If you hadn’t smelled her perfume. So familiar... you couldn’t quite place it at first but then you remembered.

The night you had slaved away, hoping to profess your love to your husband, when he had rejected you and smelled of chanel.

“That’s a nice scent...” you wondered out loud.

“Oh thank you! I love it as well,” she said, taking in a whiff of the inside of her wrist. “It’s the new chanel one!”

“Hmm....”

You almost didn’t hear Andy calling for you. “What a nice surprise.” He kissed your cheek.

You set the food before him, thinking of telling him what was on your mind.

Was he really so cliché to have an affair with his secretary?

Could you really blame him though? Although you had been married for almost seven months, you were strangers living under the same roof for the majority of them. He wasn’t really cheating... but what if he was still doing it?

“Honey,” he shook you to get your attention. “What’s up with you today? I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

“You’re always working.” You complained.

“Well...” he grinned, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you on his lap, “I have to. If I had the choice I would never come into work, I would stay home forever, between your legs, right... here,” he snaked a hand up your leg and stroked the inside of your thigh. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, “I’ve been so lonely without you.”

He hummed, biting the shell of your ear before speaking into it, “I know, honey. I miss you too. But you do still remember the number one rule right?”

“Yes, daddy. Never touch myself without your permission.”

“And why is that?”

You whined, to embarrassed to say the words, “Because... it’s your... pussy.” You replied in a small shy voice.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s mine to do whatever I want with,” he cupped your mould, just to demonstrate what he meant but then frowned when he felt your soft curls and wet slick against his palm.

“You’re not wearing any panties, sweetheart.” He noted, surprised to your boldness.

“Um... I must’ve forgot.”

So maybe you had ulterior motives behind coming here. Your body was used to be doted on everyday now, and to not have his touch for so long was agonising. You had hoped to maybe bend down to pick up a napkin that fell ever so conveniently and flash him, it would work, he would be driven mad.

“Forgot huh?” You nodded in reply as he gathered your slick in his fingers, tracing your labia with them. “That’s too bad, If you had left them on purpose I would’ve cancelled my meeting and fucked you right here. But since it was just an innocent mistake I wouldn’t do that,” he retreated his hand, placing a soft kiss on your hair. “Thanks for lunch.”

***

You were determined to prove your worth to Andy. If he did have a mistress, whether it be his secretary or any other woman, he would forget all about her when he saw how you could do everything for him.

You had went all out today, baking a pie and a four course meal from scratch, lighting up candles, the pink babydoll that Andy had gifted you was under your dress.

He was as always exhausted when he got home, his face visibly lighting up upon seeing you, you took his hand in yours taking him to the couch and making him a glass of whiskey, you handed it to him before kneeling on the soft rug.

“You work so hard, daddy,” you murmured as your fingers worked on unzipping his pants.

He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that, honey,” cupping your cheek in his plan, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

“But I want to make you feel good,” you blinked at him.

He groaned, unable to say no when you looked so willing to please him, but at the same time he wanted to do more with you. To cuddle and watch a movie and talk, it felt as if he hadn’t in ages.

“Very well,” he nodded.

With the green signal from him, you licked your lips, tasting some of your minty gloss, taking his length out of the confines of his underwear, you took a minute to simply marvel at the sheer size and beauty of it.

You licked a stripe up the underside of it, suckling at the crown, you remembered that he liked that the best, at least from the way he twisted his hand in your hair, pulling at it till it caused a slight burn to your scalp.

You slurped his precum up before he pushed his hips up till his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, didn’t take him long to come down your throat.

His neck and cheek covered in a crimson blush, his chest heaving as he threw his head back against the couch.

“You did good, honey...” he rasped. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He absolutely loved the dinner you had made for him. But when you subtly, because you were raised to be a good lady and wife, tried to coax him to make love to you before bed, he.... rejected you.

Sure, he was kind about it. He told you he was simply tired and would make it up to you. But it was still shocking how a man as insatiable as him would ever say no. You truly didn’t know what to make of it.

***

“Oh... I don’t know about this... it’s a bit too bold for me,” you bit your lip.

“Just try it on! You might end up liking it!” Cherry urged you, putting the bright red lipstick on you without waiting for an answer, “There is nothing more classic than a red lip. Or a red anything. Men go crazy for it.” She told you.

You simply hummed through closed lips as she put some finishing touches on it. “Doesn’t that look nice?” she asked, holding up a mirror before you.

You smiled, it did look different. Maybe different was what you needed. “It’s very pretty. It makes me feel... confident?” Which was strange. Because how could a simple lipstick make you feel confident?

“See! I told you. Confidence is the key to sexiness. Now, let’s talk lingerie.”

***

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for over fifteen minutes,” you heard Andy call out to you from the bedroom.

“Just a minute,” you said, perfecting your edges with a lip brush.

This was something you had never done before. You wore a lot of lingerie for Andy, but most of them were cute pastels or white nighties or babydolls. Nothing like what you were wearing right now...

A sheer black lacy body suit that clung to your body, leaving literally nothing to the imagination.

Top that off with your red lip... you looked like some kind of dominatrix. Cherry told you that most men secretly wish to be dominated. Although you highly doubted your daddy would want anything like that. Or would he?

“Alright, I’m coming out,” you announced, before shyly stepping out, your eyes trained on the floor as you twiddled with your fingers to maybe distract you from your nerves. “What do you think?”

He was speechless. His jaw almost dropping on the floor when he saw you like that. So far from his sweet girl. You were just as much beautiful and sexy, and while it wasn’t something he was used or prefer to he would welcome it if it was what you wanted.

He extended an arm to you, ready to tell you that you were sexy, that he wanted to spend hours worshipping every inch of your body, that he wanted his cock stained the shade of red you wore on your lips, that he was ready to make up for being away for weeks.

Until he saw... that.

He lowly growled your name, making your head snap up to look at him, “What did you do to your pussy?” Because from what he could see, through the sheer material, there was nothing where your pubic hair used to be.

“Uh... I uh... waxed it...” From the tone of his voice you could tell that he wasn’t too happy about it. “Do you not like it?”

“Like?” he scoffed, shaking his head. Taking a seat on the bedding, “C'mere, let me take a closer look.”

Hesitantly, you walked the few strides it took till you were standing before him.

He studied your mould, trying to take the fabric off so he could see it more properly and then tutting when he couldn’t even open the stupid thing.

“Wait, it um... opens here I think,” you interrupted his scrutiny, undoing the zipper that was on your side and taking the suit off of you.

He sighed in resignation when he saw what you had done, making you regret your ever spending so much money and going through all that pain.

He parted your lips apart, running his fingers along your vulva, acquainting himself with this new strange feel of you, “When did do this?” his blue eyes looked up at you.

“Just a couple of days ago. It’s just hair... it’ll grow back in like three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” he scoffed.

You could feel your eyes getting misty. You tried to go all out for him, to please him, be completely naked and vulnerable before him, only to have him get angry at you.

“You don’t like it,” you sniffled.

His furrowed brow softened when he saw you crying, pulling you down till you were straddling his lap, “The question isn’t whether I like it or not,” he explained, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks, “I could... maybe live with it. But I wouldn’t prefer it.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“But for you to have done this,” he touched your newly waxed skin and almost winced at the smoothness, “You must’ve let someone else see you naked. See what belongs to me.”

“Bu - but they were all women...” you stammered, squirming in his lap as his fingers toyed with your clit.

“It doesn’t matter,” he tutted, pushing two fingers inside you, “Only I get to see you. This is MY pussy. Only I get to decide what to do with it. Do you understand?”

You nodded, holding onto his tshirt as he twisted his fingers inside you. “So-sorry, daddy.”

“No, honey, since you were bad you don’t get to call me daddy. For tonight you will address me as sir. And of course you’ll have to be punished.”

“Punished?” you pouted. “Can’t you just let me go since it was my first strike? I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

“No, you have to learn your lesson. Come on,” you yelped as he manhandled you so you were face down across his lap, “What is your safe word?”

“Unicorns” you giggled. You thought you were so witty for coming up with it. Since he for some reason was jealous of your unicorn stuffie.

He hummed, stroking the soft skin of your butt, “How does twenty sound?”

Your eyes went wide as you gasped, looking at him over your shoulder, “No!” you said.

He didn’t really plan on spanking you... did he? He liked swatting your ass here and there, and truth be told you liked it too. But you had never been spanked or even hit as a punishment.

“Well, if not this then maybe we can make you go a week without cumming.”

Your gasp was louder and even more incredulous this time. You could most definitely take twenty swats, but just the thought of not being able to finish, after knowing what an orgasm with Andy feels like, made you shiver.

“You will count each one, and then thank me for it. You are grateful I’m teaching you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“Do you know how to count to twenty? Or would I have to teach you that too?” he asked ever so condescendingly as you huffed.

“Of course I do! I was just two semesters away from graduating college!” Never mind that you learned that in kindergarten.

“That’s good. Are you ready?” he asked, cracking his knuckles as he got in position.

With a nod from you he delivered the first slap to your right buttcheek, the sound of it reverberating in the room, his palm stinging slightly as he stroked the skin he had just punished, it was already warmer.

“One, sir. Thank you, sir,” you held onto a moan, it wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be...

You jerked forward as he unceremoniously hit your other cheek, since you were unprepared for it, and he was much more brutal.

“Tw-two, sir,” you sniffled.

You considered throwing in the towel and saying your safe word by the time fifteen rolled around. Your behind was on fire, while you couldn’t see it, you just knew it was bruised. But you wanted to be good for Andy and it was wrong of you to do something that drastic without his permission.

“Sixteen...” you hiccupped. You could feel your slick running down your thighs but at this point... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Do you want a break?” he asked, taking pity on you.

You nodded frantically, “Yes please! Can you... can you touch me? Down there?” Since the pain in your throbbing pussy was unbearable. If you didn’t receive any attention, you might actually burst.

“Down where? Here?” He had the audacity to play down, while you were suffering, and touch the back of your knee to patronise you.

“No!” you whined.

“Well then you’ll have to be a bit more specific, princess.”

“In my... between my legs... my pussy...”

“Are you sure you deserve it though?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that, “No I don’t. Not until I finish my punishment.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, his hand massaging your raw ass as your heart swelled in pride.

“Nineteen, sir,” your mind was hazy. It didn’t even feel as if you were in your reality anymore... it was as if you were floating, while you could still hear and feel him spanking you, for some reason it wasn’t as painful anymore.

“The last one, doll, hang in there,” he said before delivering the last swat.

You whimpered, “Twenty, thank you, sir,” willing your nose with the back of your hand.

Andy collected your weak form in his big string arms, rocking you back and forth in his lap as he kept whispering soft praises in your hair, “My sweet beautiful doll,” he pecked you on your lips.

“Sorry about your pants, daddy...” you said when you realised what a wet mess you had made on him.

He shushed you, “Don’t you worry about that right now. Do you want to take a bath?”

You pouted, your red lip jutting out, “No.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Do you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“We have to be careful about your butt, baby,” he said as he gently placed you on the mattress.

Your head on your pillow, besides your two most trusted stuffies--your unicorn and teddy. Andy only allowed you two in the bed after complaining they made it hard for him to cuddle you. You demanded he buy you a shelf to display them or you would go back to your old room. Which of course made him comply instantly.

You made grabby hands at him, impatient to have him closer to you, but then were glad he took the time to take off his tshirt so you could ogle the wide expanse of his chest, the light scattering of fuzzy hair over it, his numerous tattoos along with one of your name, which marked him as yours forever.

He took a hardened nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other, nudging your legs apart to make room for him, he placed his length at your entrance.

Slowly pushing into you, letting you get accustomed to the size of him. Although your pussy was always so welcoming to him, he knew you often struggled to take him.

You whimpered at him, tears rolling off of your face. “What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt?”

“No... it’s just so good,” you sniffled.

“Okay, just hold on,” you held onto his shoulders as he slowly fucked in to you.

Your pussy clamping around his length, the soles of your feet digging into his ass, “Can I come, daddy?”

“Of course, baby. You earned it.” He groaned, his hips hammering against yours as you bit his neck, letting out a muffled scream.

You hummed against his neck when you felt his warm release fill you up, he pulled out of you, frowning when he looked at your naked and hairless pussy, dripping with his cum.

“From now on I’ll be picking out your clothes,” he stated, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, daddy,” you hummed.

“And no more surprise bikini waxes.”

“Mmm...” If that’s what you had to do to get in trouble and be punished, then so be it. “We’ll see.”

***

Three days later

“Lotion time, doll,” Andy said, pausing the movie you were both watching to go get said lotion.

He had rubbed your lotion on your backside when he spanked you and decided that he wanted to be the one putting your body lotion on you from now on since he had too much fun doing it. He insisted on doing it twice everyday since it was still very cold.

You followed him to the bedroom, lying face down on the bed a he squeezed some on his palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

You winced just a little, your skin still a bit sensitive, you even had to sit on a pillow the time.

“Will you be going back to work tomorrow?” you wanted to know.

He didn’t like the sadness in your voice, “Yes,” he sighed. He hated leaving you all by yourself.

“I’ll be all alone then.”

“Didn’t you want to go back to college?” He remembered you telling him that your parents forced you to drop out so that you would marry him.

“I do actually. Hate leaving things incomplete... maybe I can even go to a law school and become a lawyer like you!” you perked up.

“You’re not working for your father though, you’re too good for that world.”

“You’re too good for him too.” You said. “Maybe I can work with you.” And you and him could be like a power couple. It would be so exciting.

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