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alastorss · 1 year ago

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AAAA ITS GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK!

I love your characterization of Alastor sm ❤️❤️❤️

Could I request reader dropping dead things (people/body parts, deer, etc.) at his door/radio tower? No note, just corpses. He’s gotta figure out who tf if dropping these for him.

a/n: thank you, it's so good to be back!! i really appreciate you and everyone for being so welcoming :')) <3

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"You've been doing what?!"

"I didn't think it was so bad... You're the one who wanted me to make friends!"

Charlie only gawks at you, tugging at the ends of her hair in stress. The Princess of Hell paces back and forth across the room, slowly piecing together why Alastor has been in such a foul mood lately.

"So you thought the best way to make friends with the Radio Demon was to leave dead bodies at his doorstep?"

"He loves dead bodies."

"Yeah, to eat them! Oh god, what kind of message have you been sending to him?" She babbles on, exasperated and flinging her hands around in a panic. "He must think you're threatening him or something!"

"Well..." you make some sort of constipated expression and Charlie stops dead in her tracks. "He might not know they've been from me."

"You've been leaving them anonymously?" The Princess squeaks, unsure of whether that makes it infinitely better or infinitely worse. "What was even the point then?"

"I get nervous!" You argue, flopping back on the couch and laying an arm over your eyes. "I was going to tell him eventually."

Alastor was a different breed of terrifying. He could silence a room just by breathing in it. The wailing souls in his broadcast were enough to command that sort of attention.

When Charlie had given you the task of making friends as a part of her "redemption project" you had assumed he was exempt from the list. He was, after all, fairly secluded despite his cheery demeanour. Very few had ever managed to become his companions.

However, your hopes of avoiding him had been flushed down the drain when you accidentally bumped into each other on the way out on your very first day.

He gave you a look over, scrutinizing you from head to toe until your cheeks burned. Then, demanded something very simple of you:

"Welcome! Please, do entertain me."

His first and, as of today, last words he ever spoke to you. Sure, your methods were a little unorthodox, but you had asked Husk for advice and Alastor's cannibalistic tendencies were as much as the bartender was willing to spill.

When you don't receive any response, you peel your arm away to peer at your friend. She makes another two laps around the coffee table before her face lights up.

"I've got it!"

"I don't like that look on your face—"

"Come on," she laughs, pulling you by the wrists. "You just have to be honest. And make sure he knows you're not trying to kill him!"

"How am I supposed to do that?" You ask nervously. "You just told me he's been in a worse mood than usual."

A sinister smile that could only belong to the daughter of the devil creeps its way across her lips.

Dread. All you feel is terrible dread.

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As much as Alastor enjoys a good meal, this is becoming excessive.

It must be the seventh or eighth body this week. And, as usual, there is no note. No indication of why there's a corpse or a deer head or a rabbit's foot at his door. He can't even sniff out any traces of a soul being here.

He hates charity.

Not even because he does not need it, but because the anonymity is making him think they're gifts of pity. That, or it's a threat on his life. Either way, he loathes the idea that someone is looking down on him.

The demon needs to get to the bottom of this soon. Paranoia is not common for him, but the anxious bubbling in his chest is unmistakable. Whoever keeps leaving the bodies at his door is meticulously clean when they kill. He would hate to be on the receiving end of the blade.

Just as he's about to dump the body in his swamp for later, there's a knock on his bedroom door. He hesitates.

No, he isn't afraid of whoever is on the other side of the door. However, if there were a fight, he would need to get his suit tailored again and he simply doesn't have the time for that today.

He takes slightly too long to decide whether or not the person on the other side of the wall is a threat, because soon enough his ears pick up the sound of retreating footsteps.

Alastor swings the doors open so fast that you yelp.

At first he's confused why you refuse to turn around to look at him. Lacking common manners—he'll have to bring that up to you later. Then, he's confused on why you've shown up to his door at all.

"May I help you, dear?"

A chill creeps down your spine. Charlie and her ideas... they would be the death of you. Preferably today. Right now.

"I didn't mean to disturb you!" You stammer, still not looking at him.

Alastor raises a brow before popping up behind you from the shadows. You squeak, clutching somehing to your chest and shielding it from his gaze. He does a loop around your body and you spin around to keep the item hidden. The Radio Demon narrows his eyes.

"Are you hiding something?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

You do another spin as he tries to get a peek of what's in your hands.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" He feigns offense. Again, another spin.

"Of course not!"

"You see, I very much don't enjoy being lied to. Last time I caught a scoundrel in my midst, I cracked them open like a—"

"Okay, okay!" You suddenly burst out. You turn so slow that Alastor feels himself holding his breath.

When he finally sees what you've been so insistent on hiding, he snickers. Impolitely, mind you.

"Don't laugh," you whine, squeezing the bouquet closer to your chest. Amongst the flowers are little pieces of death—fingers, eyes, ears.

Charlie had decided that one step back in your redemption by collecting body parts like this would result in three steps forward. She allowed it, just this once.

"Are these for me?" He purrs, leaning down until his face is in yours. You'd been warned before that Alastor had no concept of personal space, but you can't help the way it robs the air in your lungs.

"Please don't get the wrong idea," you strain in embarrassment. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. For leaving all those bodies here. I didn't mean for it to come across as insulting."

The demon blinks at you in stunned silence for a few moments before he cackles, standing back to let you breathe again. "Why, of course! No hard feelings, darling."

"Really?" You lighten up with a sigh of relief.

"Your little gifts have kept me on my toes," he assures. "Perhaps not my idea of entertainment, but the effort was there."

"I'm glad to hear that," you smile. "Charlie was worried you wouldn't accept my apology or want to be friends."

You seem to catch yourself, eyes going wide as you shake your head.

"N-Not that I'm assuming this means we can be friends!"

Alastor only laughs again, gentler this time. "No need to be so jumpy. I don't bite," he muses. "And tell the Princess she has nothing to worry about."

He takes the bouquet from you, hands lingering over yours for a fraction longer than he meant for them to.

"I would love to be your friend."

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softlypossessive · 3 months ago

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♡･ﾟ𓏸 Demon Slayer Crushing HC 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, comedic obsession, feral affection, dumb boy behavior, light possessiveness (Inosuke) ♡ Notes: Just some silly, sweet headcanons about the boys crushing so hard it’s embarrassing. I love them. That’s it. Hashiras next?

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🐉 Tanjiro Kamado

He tries so hard to act normal around you but accidentally zones out when you’re talking because he’s just... staring at you

With sparkly puppy eyes

“Wait, sorry—could you say that again? You just… looked really peaceful for a second.”

Trains twice as hard after you compliment him once

“You’re really strong, Tanjiro!”

Now he’s fighting boulders in the rain like it’s a romantic training montage

When you’re sick or hurt, he goes into Big Brother Mode™

Becomes your unpaid live-in nurse

Brings you soup, tucks you in, will NOT let you lift a finger

Keeps trying to bake you things

He’s not very good at it, but he’s determined

One day he shows up with slightly burnt mochi and big hopeful eyes

“It’s not too hard, right? You can still chew it?”

Has 100% memorized the exact way you laugh

Hears it across camp and turns like a sunflower to the sun

Writes your name in the dirt with a stick and immediately blushes and erases it

But does it again the next day

One of the only people who listens when you talk about small stuff

“I like plum blossoms” you had said once absentmindedly

Two weeks later he hands you a hairpin carved from plum wood

Will not realize you like him back unless you spell it out

You could kiss him and he’d be like :3

“They must be really affectionate! Wait—”

The second you confirm you like him too?

He gets so flustered he almost forgets to breathe

Smiles so bright he practically glows

“I’ll protect you with everything I have.”

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You’re exhausted, a little scraped up, and trying to insist you’re fine. Tanjiro isn’t having it.

“No, sit. Please.” His brows are furrowed, voice gentle but firm as he presses a cool cloth to your forehead. “You always take care of everyone else. Let me do this.”

You try to argue, but he hushes you with a soft smile—barely there, but warm.

“I’ll feel better if you just rest,” he adds, almost shy. “And… I like being near you like this.”

Your heart skips. His ears go pink. And still, his hands are steady.

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma

Falls hard, fast, and dramatically.

Sees you once and is already crying under a tree writing your names together in the bark

Tries to make himself look cool when you’re around

Which means he’s striking weird poses and talking in an unnatural deep voice that immediately breaks into a squeak

Panics if you sit next to him

Like full-body tremble, face-bright-red

“Stay cool stay cool stay cool”

He definitely does not stay cool

Will fight a mountain if you say you’re cold

“I’LL FIND FIREWOOD! I’LL STEAL THE SUN IF I HAVE TO!!”

Writes love letters to you in his notebook

Never sends them

If you ever found them?

He would die

Literally disintegrate on the spot

Whenever you do something kind for him—tie a bandage, give him food—he goes silent and then bursts into tears

“YOU’RE SO NICE TO ME I’M NOT WORTHY”

Overanalyzes everything you do

“They touched my shoulder. That means we’re married, right?”

Surprisingly good at noticing when you’re down

Will act like a complete fool if it means he gets to hear you laugh

If you like him back?

You are his everything

He will cry

He will train harder

He will whisper about you to birds

“I’ll become someone worthy of them!”

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You’re patching him up again—knees scuffed, robe ripped, crying about something and nothing. He sniffles, watching you wrap the bandage with careful fingers.

“You always treat me like I matter,” he whispers, voice wobbling. “Even when I’m a coward. Even when I mess up.”

You blink, and before you can answer, he grabs your hands in his.

“I’ll get stronger,” he swears. “For you. So I can protect you like you deserve.”

Then his nose starts bleeding.

You sigh. He swoons. It’s a whole thing.

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

The moment he realizes he likes you?

That’s it

You're his person now

No angst

No confusion

“YOU’RE MINE!!”

Tries to court you the only way he knows how

Backflips into rivers, headbutts trees, fights two boars just to flex

“LOOK, LOOK, I’M FAST. I’M STRONG. YOU LIKE STRONG, RIGHT??”

Brings you “gifts”

Like a wrench, a door hinge, a rock shaped like a potato

“IT’S SHINY. IT’S COOL. KEEP IT.”

Doesn’t understand boundaries

Will sit next to you while you’re eating, sleeping, brushing your teeth

“IF I’M NOT NEAR YOU, HOW WILL YOU SEE HOW AMAZING I AM???”

When you confess?

He just nods, like it confirms what he already knew

“OBVIOUSLY YOU LIKE ME. I’M THE BEST. COME WATCH ME PUNCH THIS TREE IN YOUR HONOR.”

Immediately starts calling you his

Loudly

“THEY’RE MINE. BACK OFF OR I’LL BITE YOU.”

Will 100% fight Zenitsu daily to assert mating dominance

“YOU STAY AWAY. I SAW THEM FIRST. I HAVE CLAIMED THEM ALREADY.”

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You help him pull a splinter from his hand. That’s it. That��s all it takes.

The next morning, he’s sitting at your side like a feral cat who’s decided you’re family now.

“You fixed my hand,” he grunts. “That means you’re mine.”

You laugh. He scowls. “I’m serious! You belong in my pack now. Don’t wander off.”

He follows you everywhere. Drops random things in your lap. Fights Zenitsu twice before breakfast.

When you finally ask why he’s acting like a territorial forest spirit, he puffs out his chest and says:

“Because you’re important. Duh.”

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nightsmarish · 11 days ago

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Request: Barty x fem!animagus!reader who gets hurt but no one tells Barty so he has to ask the marauders where she is.

Barty crouch jr x fem!reader | 624 words

A/n: I was halfway through formatting this and the ASK DELTED ITSELF SO HERE WE ARE. I am SO sorry this took so long, this ask was in my inbox forever :[

Tw: reader is hurt, door slam, Peter, platypus

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The door to the marauders dorm slams open so hard that Remus is convinced the door was about to fall off its hinges.

"Dear fucking merlin," Sirius gasps, practically throwing the magazine he was reading.

"Good afternoon," Barty stands in the doorway, hands on hips, clearly having ran the entire way here, “Any of you blokes know were my gal is? Seemed to have lost her."

"Perhaps she doesn't want to be found." Peter mumbles from his desk, Barty seems to ignore it.

"She has left, decided Durmstrang was better suited for her academic needs." Sirius crosses his arms, upset his night has been invaded by Barty of all people.

"Very funny, Black." Barty sneers at him, "If someone wants to tell me I'd be out of your hair and all of us would be happier."

As if on cue, James walks out of the bathroom, drying his curls from his shower.

"Have you checked if shes still in the infirmary?" Finally! Barty gets some information, thank you James!

Barty practically runs back out of the dorm. Slamming the door once again on his way out, Remus winces slightly.

With quick feet Barty makes it up an obnoxious flight of stairs and to the infirmary, heart beating a million miles a minute.

Just as he enters, he sees your book bag resting at the end of one of the beds.

"Dragă?" Barty rounds the corner of your privacy curtain, seeing if you have been left here to die. Although that's probably a tad dramatic to think.

"Barty!" You smile, tired from pain potions Madam Pomfrey gave you, "Lovely to see you, darling."

Barty's eyes dart all around your body. You have small scratches all over you, a large bruise on your head and one large cast on your left leg. His heart melts.

"What happened? Take a fall off the astronomy tower?" He chuckles, taking a seat on the bed next to you.

"No." You look as if it's a feat you didn't fall off the tower, "I was trying to make friends with the giant squid and he threw me out of the water. Luckily damage was reduced due to having transformed beforehand."

Ah, yes. You, Barty’s wonderful and adventures girlfriend who became an animagus in your second year. A platypus, obviously. A land and water animal that you have used to get into far more trouble than you should.

"How dare he hurt my darling, I'll see to having him removed from the lake immediately." He grins, slinging an arm around your shoulders with care and pulling you into his side, "What did you tell Poppy?”

"Just a tumble down a hill, hit some rocks." You shrug, "the boys were there to back up my story so it worked well."

"Good, good. Can't have you sent to Azkaban before you befriend the merfolk." Barty nods thoughtfully.

There's a soft silence for a few minutes. Soft breathing shared between the two of you, Barty gently scratching up and down your arm, avoiding any injuries.

"Sorry I didn't get to tell you what happened sooner." You all but whisper.

"Don't apologize. Next time send that mutt you call a friend to fetch me though, yeah?" Barty cackles, "Nearly gave me a heart attack when I couldn't find you. Finally had to enter the Gryffindor dorms and interrogate those idiots."

"He's not a mutt!" You laugh, slapping his leg, "But I will, sorry you had to commit such a heinous act. I'm sure your life will never be the same."

"It won't, but I will recover." He sighs theatrically.

"Excuse me, Mr. Crouch." Madame Pomfrey clears her throat, "I'm afraid visiting time is up. Please vacate the infirmary."

Surprisingly enough, Barty gets up with almost no argument, giving you a salacious wink as he is escorted out by Hogwarts favorite matron.

You wink back.

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xo-adeline · 3 months ago

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Me would like a Leona x reader, where you are walking through the botanical garden and meet him after you trip over him while napping. hehehehe

And then like romance stuff

"Be Prepared..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Request!

Feat. Leona Kingscholar

AN: I know who you are and for all your hard work I have worked hard and slaved for you and this is one of the longest thing I've written in a while.

The botanical garden was wonderful during this time of year, the wind was light and the sun was shining through the glass windows of the room. Everything was in full bloom and the temperature was perfect for a nice lap around the area with your free time off from class. Stress was piling up on you, the work from classes, the fact you had no idea when you would get home, and then on all of it the overblots you had to face. The garden was one of the only places that you had found solace in, and best of all there was nobody ever there when you had gone, or so you thought.

In the back corner of the building, there happen to be somebody else, none other than the lazy housewarden himself, Leona Kingscholar. There was never anything that he had against you. Hell, he didn’t even know you were in the gardens with him 99% of the time, he just assumed it was some random student collecting things for potionology class, never would he have assumed it was the magic-less student who also used the place to get away from people. All until one day you had ended up wandering to the back of the building and head full of stress and thoughts you didn’t notice the house wardens tail in the pathway.

When you noticed that you had stepped on something you quickly turned around and your eyes widened slightly when you saw the, now awake, and staring right at you lion. There was a slight silence until a sorry swiftly left your mouth as you saw the way he stared at you, a frown with eyes lidded. The universal sign of being pissed the hell off, no matter where you came from or what species you were. You had only ever seen the housewarden once before at orientation but that didn’t stop him from starting to walk up to you like he had known you personally.

Leona was known to hold a stance of power, even if he was asleep, after all, he was the brother of a king and was the highest power when it came to the hierarchy of the Savanna. Being the housewarden as well only helped his case. Even without anybody else around to make him stand out against the crowd he did so anyway, he just radiated that sort of power. And here he was, staring down at you, pissed at you for waking him up? Or stepping on his tail? Whatever it was, it was the least of your worries when you saw the way that he starting to smirk.

“Say… You’re that new kid, yeah? The one that lives up in that rundown dorm?”

You could only nod, hoping not to put in any more reasons for him to potentially end your life.

“I can’t say I’m too pleased with the fact you not only woke me up but did so in the worst way. Even a little sorry won’t save you from the fact you stepped on my tail.”

You tried to explain yourself, attempting to save yourself from whatever awful thing that was going to become of you, I mean please, not only could this guy destroy you physically but you were a nobody compared to him. One word and the whole Savanaclaw dorm could be hot on your ass. That was until he noticed the scared expression on your face as you completely disregarded whatever else had troubled you before. Your mind could only come up with the crazy thing that would possibly be the outcome of this conversation.

When he noticed the way you refused to make eye contact with him and even the way your face, unknown to you, had started to shift into one of much more worry tthanbefore, he laughed. He knew he was scary, but he wouldn’t have killed you. Or at least not for this reason. Did it suck? Hell yeah, but would he actually kill the magicless student, nah. It would be a bad look on the dorm and he would get hell from his family about it - which is what he told himself, not what he was actually thinking. If anything, he did want to meet the famous student who, although wasn’t from here, still managed to beat something as bizarre as an overblot…

Lions, like cats, are also curious by nature, and hearing all this through his underclassmen could only spark that curious nature. So, luckily, you happen to walk (step) into (onto) him. His tail flicked a little behind him as he finally looked at you instead of down upon you. He couldn’t help but notice a few things about you, maybe it was the way you positioned your hands or even just the way you stood when talking to him, but it had a sort of presence to it that he couldn’t really explain. There was no way that he could’ve liked you before he even spoke to you… right?

That was before the whole interaction was cut short. Ruggie, most commonly known as the “unofficial” vice housewarden of Savanaclaw, and now known as “(Name)’s savior” walked in, saying something about how Leona had skipped class again and there was no way he was gonna pass at this rate. You couldn’t be more grateful for the hyena’s intervention. But as Leona started to walk away with him, he could only turn back and smile.

“Maybe next time, don’t step on my tail, and we could actually have a nice conversation.”

Botanical Gardens. The place you had been avoiding ever since you had stepped on Leona’s tail, and yet here you were, back again.

Due to a part was it one of the only places that people would least expect to look for you, yeah. Was it somewhere you could actually have peace and quiet to yourself? Of course! But was it also a place where there was even the slightest chance of running into Leona? Also yes…

Was it the sad truth that even if he was scary, the only reason you got out unscathed was because of Ruggie? Hell yeah. But there was also something else that you couldn’t help but think about. His last sentence. Specifically the first part…

It was clear that he wanted to see you again, otherwise, why would he bring up the fact of next time, and having a nice conversation if he never actually wanted to see you again? He was smart after all, there was no way he would just say that if he didn’t want to see you. So there you were, heading back towards where you had first met the lazy lion, carefully keeping your eyes on the ground this time in attempts that you wouldn’t end up back in the same position as before. And before you knew it, there he was.

Sitting in the back under a tree, he looked to be asleep but the second you stepped on one of the low-hanging plants his eyes opened. Shit.

He didn’t seem as upset as before, almost surprised that you were back again. But with no other words, he just let you gradually get closer before speaking up.

“..Didn’t think I’d see you back here again, especially not after last time.”

In your defense, you didn’t think you’d be back after that whole thing, but there was something else that wasn’t too bad about the guy that you just couldn’t get your mind off of.

“I mean you’re the one who said we could have a nice conversation as long as I didn’t step on your tail again, implying that there would be a next time…”

He only smirked and let out a small laugh.

“So what, now you’re actually listening to what people say? You’re a strange one, aren’t ya’.”

As time progressed, so did the conversation. Whether you were asking about Night Raven, or he was asking about what you thought of the place it started to become a nice conversation. Through the time there was a portion that he actually let you get closer and sit down with him, which was much the usual contrast of his standoff-ish personality, and how you soon realized that the only person really close to him was Ruggie, and even that relationship was built on something other then long-lasting friendship.

When the sun started setting you knew you had to get back to the dorm, and with a quick goodbye, you started to head out, until he caught your wrist at the exit.

“You’re not the worst person to talk to. So why don’t you come back tomorrow, around the same time, and maybe we can pick up where we left off..”

You smiled at the comment. Even if he didn’t seem like it, he was sweet in his own way, and you could tell by the way that his ears were slightly twitching and his tail was swinging a little behind him that he actually meant it, even if the way he said it wasn’t the best for conveying it.

There was a nod from your side before he finally let go, watching as you left the glassed building and headed back up the road towards the rundown building you had called home. Maybe the random person from another word wasn’t as bad as he had originally thought, you managed to catch his attention after all.

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eclipseberrycake · 5 months ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 6

AN: I really need to stop this is getting crazy (DW i'll never stop). This has been in the works for a while, and the part number has changed a few times, but I feel this is a good time to release this onto the world. This one will have some warnings so head them if easily triggered please! You are more important than any piece of fanfiction!

-> Part one

-> Part Two

-> Part Three

-> Part Four

-> Part Five

Warnings: Depictions of Gore, Depictions of being turned into a Twisted, Momentary/ Temporary loss of a partner, Grief, Acts of Violence, Ichor being used as blood.

☁ He knew the latest run had returned before the elevator had even docked itself, the groaning of the gears ringing in his ears as he slowly sat up. Blu gave a little mew at being disturbed before curling up where he was laying down, purring contently as she returned to her slumber.

☁ He gave her a few soft pets before standing, walking over to the elevator docking area, watching the door open. You were the first one out, beaming happily as you and Cosmo, who were hand in hand, twirled your way out of the elevator. He was just as happy as you, his smile lighting up his eyes, which shined like a rich chocolate. Seeing the two of you positively beam like the sun made his heart thrum at the prospect of you two looking at him the way you looked at each other.

☁ It was such a silly thing to him, and never something he would've expected should you have asked him about this very scenario before the breakout. The thought alone made him snicker, shaking his head slightly as you used some exaggerated hand motions to explain something that must've happened on the run. Cosmo seemed utterly entranced by the action, his curled tail wagging behind him so quickly the sprinkles seemed to be a blurred streak of color.

☁ It looked like the poor cake roll was gonna explode before he was sweeping you up into his arms and spinning, both of you laughing. It was such an amazing scene to see, only interrupted when he startled at the feeling of arms hooking around his own waist. Looking up, he grinned at the berry watching you two as well, a dopey grin on his own face.

☁ "Must've been a good run." Sprout hummed before pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. "How was the nap?"

☁ Leaning into the embrace, Astro burrowed into the fur lining of his cape, exhaustion still tugging the corners of his foggy brain. "Good. Blueberry slept with me."

☁ Sprout hummed at the information, "I was wondering where she went. Good to know she was with you and not peeing on Finn's clothes again."

☁ If Astro grinned behind the fur of his cloak, the only one that needed to know was Sprout, who was grinning himself. Leaning back onto Sprout, who was warm from being in the kitchen, Astro felt his eyes threaten to close, only staying awake due to the fact that he was standing, and too busy watching the pure energy that you and Cosmo radiated. It was almost tangible, and if the grins on the other toons faces were anything to go by, they could feel it too.

☁ He couldn't imagine why though. If he remembered correctly, when you and Cosmo had snuck off that morning, you two had assured them it was simply a restock run meant to ensure you and Goob were still working together as you should and trying to implement Pebble into your tactics. Or so Astro thinks he remembers that's what it was. Truthfully he barely he remembered you two leaving, too tired to recognize what was happening around him before burrowing into Sprout's side. He felt the berry talking that morning, but didn't hear what was said, so maybe Sprout knew.

☁ Just as he was about to ask, you seemed to notice them, alerting Cosmo, who set you down, ready to take off when you stumbled, dizzy but still laughing. He shot out an apology, helping you stabilize before taking off as you shook yourself out, quickly following.

☁ They knew you were faster than all of them, but the spinning must've done a number on you as Cosmo beat you to them, jumping onto Astro the second he was close enough. They went down in a heap, making him gasp out at the feeling of an entire body on his ribs, even if he grinned nonetheless accepting the kisses bestowed upon him. Cosmo's tail was wagging wildly behind him, ruffling his cloak as it did, making Astro chuckle before catching Cosmo's cheeks and pressing a proper kiss to the cake roll's lips.

☁ Whatever high he had been riding seemed to finally calm itself a bit as he soothed himself, melting into the kiss before seperating, even if he laughed the second he could. "We missed you."

☁ "We could tell." Astro grins, feeling Cosmo's forehead lean on his own. Using two of his arms, he secures the cake roll to his chest while the other two help him sit up, his eyes darting to where Sprout had managed to catch you and stay upright. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as you pressed kiss after kiss to his cheeks, forehead, chin, anywhere; his own hands holding your thighs with a dazed look across his love stricken face.

☁ Astro couldn't help but laugh at the scene, Cosmo chuckling in front of him before Sprout was shaking his head and returning the affection tenfold with a solid kiss to your own lips.

☁ When you separated, laughing with flushed cheeks, you made him put you down with a parting peck before turning to Cosmo. Something mischievous sparked in your eyes as Cosmo also stood and before he knew it, he was pinned to the floor once more.

☁ It was a welcome feeling as he was much more prepared this time, catching you in a much more firm hold than he had on Cosmo as you gave him the same affection you had given Sprout.

☁ You and Cosmo were so full of affection and life, it was truly some sort of miracle you had even given him a chance. He counted his lucky stars every time one of you, any of you, had given him a hug, kiss or even just held his hand. It was like the heavens had smiled upon him when making you three and he would be damned before giving any of you up.

☁ Catching your cheeks, he held you for a second, watching your giggles before pressing a firm kiss to your lips in the same manner he did to Cosmo, even if you ended up laughing through it. When he pulled away, you were still just as smiley and as exuberant as you had been since the day he laid eyes on you.

☁ "What's got you two so giddy?" Sprout had finally asked, Cosmo nuzzling into his scarf. "Thought this was a restock run."

☁ "It was!" You answer to the best of your abilities, Astro removing his hands so you could speak properly. That doesn't deter you though, as you positively beam. "But then we ran into Shelly!"

☁ "You what-" Both Astro and Sprout seemed shocked that seeing a main, especially Shelly who left your brain foggy and confused, left you in such high spirits. Sprout immediately went about checking Cosmo for any injuries but just as Astro went to return the favor you shook him off.

☁ "No, no, we're okay I promise, but we did it!" It was your turn to hold his cheeks, making him look at you as you're perfect smile lit up your face, nothing but pure adoration in your eyes as you gazed upon him. "We got her research."

☁ Astro, truthfully, didn't know how to feel. Back before this entire thing had gone down, him and Shelly were close friends. They went to each other for practically everything. He was the first person she told when she admitted she liked girls too. She was who he first came out to admitted that he liked any gender.

☁ To hear that they could bring her back? His best friend outside of you three?

☁ His eyes burned as all four of his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you to his chest as you laughed, returning the action and letting him hide in your chest. He never thought he could love any harder than he loved not ten minutes ago, but sitting here, he knew that wasn't the case. You and Cosmo and Sprout always managed to prove him wrong. He wasn't even sure how that was possible anymore.

☁ But as he held you, heart so full of pure adoration, he realized he didn't care. Everything leading up to this point was worth it. Every agonizing step as a twisted, eyes burning by the ichor leaking out of them in the form of mocking tears, with his hands so cold and stained with ichor he couldn't tell which was which, was worth it. Even if it was just for this one moment alone.

☁ Looking up at Sprout and Cosmo, who were watching him with those same adoring smiles on their faces, he hoped that messaged was purveyed to them in the same way he hoped it was to you.

☁ Getting ready for that run was a challenge all on it's own. With the added effects of confusion that left the extractors slower and dazed the distractors, messing with their sense of direction, it was imperative that they were prepared before even daring to go on a retrieval mission. Hordes of smaller, five floor runs were orchestrated with those who had no want or need to go on the retrieval run to gather supplies while those who were going on the run planned for the worst with fail safes above all else.

☁ It would be himself, Sprout, Cosmo and you, absolutely guaranteed, but from there it got dicey. Goob was powerful and you worked well with him, but Pebble was much faster and good in case his twisted form showed up. Plus, they needed at least two fast extractors, since both Astro and Sprout carried the Veemote.

☁ In the end, it was decided more distractors was better than the alternative and Goob and Pebble were both brought on, along with Glisten and Vee. With two healers, three distractors, two extractors and a support, it seemed like a fine run.

☁ Piling into the elevator, even the usual tension that normally was there during a retrieval run seemed lightened as light chatter rung out among them. You and Goob were making sure Pebble's trinkets were attached securely, you're own dangling by your waist, while Sprout was chatting with Vee about the room layouts and how best to split her and Glisten. So far the plan was that himself, Sprout, Vee and Glisten each take a machine for the time being while climbing up to the higher floors with you, Goob and Pebble alternating distracting on a schedule you had pre-planned based on likely hood of certain twisteds appearing. While it was subject to change, of course, it was comforting to know when you were expected to be in the line of fire.

☁ Cosmo himself was tasked with staying nearby the distractor just in case, his high stealth making him a valuable asset in terms of healing without any difficulties. The other distractors would be tasked with searching the floors for anything useful, and with any luck on their side, this would be an easy retrieval. Or as easy as one could be.

☁ Walking over, Astro rounded around Cosmo's back so he could place his chin on the cake roll's shoulder, following his line of sight to where you were trying to keep Pebble still enough you could fix his trinkets on his collar. "Are you alright?"

☁ Cosmo was silent for a second, fists clenching by his side as he held a deep breath for a moment. "I-...I have a weird feeling about this run." He admitted. "But I don't know what to do about it. The last time I felt about this was...Pebble's retrieval."

☁ Swallowing, Astro tried not to think about Pebble's retrieval if he could help it. You had gotten so hurt during that, almost losing the bit of sanity necessary to refrain from becoming a twisted all because they weren't quick enough. It made his chest ache thinking about it, and he understood why the worry made Cosmo as anxious as he seemed.

☁ "We'll be there. The entire time." Astro swears, urging the universe to head the warning he's promising. He wouldn't let anything tear you apart. He wouldn't. He'd give himself and his own humanity up before your own. Seeing you that night on the balcony and hearing how you feared yourself was never something he wanted you to experience again. If he could take you're hurt from that time, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He'd do it for you, Cosmo and Sprout without a second thought. "We have Pebble now anyway, so we have someone who can successfully distract...that twisted."

☁ This seems to ease Cosmo, even if not entirely as the first floor is revealed and you're taking off, blowing kisses their way as you run backwards before turning, pinpointing the twisteds Vee highlighted.

☁ And like that, floor by floor is completed quickly with little issue. Medkits are picked up so both Sprout and Cosmo are stocked with plenty, while the healers remain mindful of the supplies they pick up. Even Astro, Glisten and Vee have some form of heal on them in case of emergencies. It was going as a normal run would, even if the feeling in his gut heavily disagreed.

☁ Astro was never a man of myths, despite being a celestial, but he could feel the bad omen in the air, if only for the fact that the amount of heals given was too many to be comfortable. It felt like someone was preparing them for something, which made his skin prickle with goose bumps.

☁ Things would be okay. They'd have to be. He doesn't know what he would do if something happened to one of you.

☁ The only tell that something is not as it should be is on the sixteenth floor. The door opens and immediately they know Shelly is there. There's a thin film of fog that crosses over his brain, blurring the objects in his vision just enough it takes an extra heartbeat to recognize who's who. The effect it has on the disctractors seems stronger as Pebble whimpers, shaking his head while both you and Goob groan at the feeling. There are heavy, leafy steps as well and from the corner of his eye, Astro can see Sprout frown. But it's nothing you haven't handled before. No, it truly only gets worse from there, as Vee taps her mic and a silhouette he is all too familiar with is seen tramping down the hallway, all four arms outreached and looking for something. Just the sight of it churns his gut, yet you and the other distractors seem unfazed.

☁ You're quick to bark out some directions, taking Sprout's twisted for yourself as you're used to his vines. You direct Pebble to take Astro's twisted as the tired effect he forces upon those around him has virtually no effect since Pebble is fast enough he doesn't need to run, leaving Goob with Shelly. He's given the antidote and instructed that he should wait till panic, but if he has the opportunity, take it.

☁ Turning, you look at the rest of the group, giving each of them a stern look over as you quickly strategize before nodding. "I have a med-kit, so the healers can go with Goob and Pebble-" Both healers open their mouth to immediately disagree, but you hold up a hand. "I'll stick close enough one of you can get to me at all times. Cosmo, I'd go with Pebble since your stealth will make healing him easy, and Sprout I'd go with Goob in case of emergencies. Vee, Glisten and Astro, I trust you'll find those machines quickly. If each of you finish two we'll be done before you know it." You grin, as optimistic as ever.

☁ You don't give anyone the chance to deny what you've said before taking off, quickly finding Sprout and leading the twisted on a wild chase. Pebble barks before doing the same with Goob, the two splitting up soon after with Sprout and Cosmo reluctantly following. Looking to the other two, Astro frowns, seeing them both reflecting the same emotion he's feeling. Maybe you had the same gut feeling too, but just didn't show it. It's hard to say.

☁ Still, they don't waste any time and quickly go about finish the machines they were given. Astro's already standing outside the elevator with Glisten when the elevator's open, the mirror stepping inside as he waits for the others just in case. Pebble and Cosmo are first, sliding into the elevator with heavy breaths as the countdown continues.

☁ Next is surprisingly Goob and Sprout, the latter carrying the limp, ichor riddled body of Shelly. Even from where he stands, he can feel Sprout's magic attempt to work, but Shelly's too exhausted for it to take any real effect.

☁ Swallowing, Astro makes eye contact with Sprout, who nods, before letting his own magic thrum, praying that you and Vee would be okay. You had to be.

☁ There was no way you wouldn't.

☁ Yet, as the countdown continues, he begins to worry. It's evident with the way the others toe the boundary of the elevator they do too. Even Pebble is whining, almost looking ready to dart back out when five seconds hit. You and Vee come skidding around a corner, the former looking at the end of her circuit's power as you escort her to the elevator.

☁ Four seconds hit and the other two Twisted are turning the same corner.

☁ Three Seconds and Astro swears he knows exactly what you're thinking the second the thought hits. Registering his position crouched by Sprout and Shelly, he realizes he's too far to make any real difference.

☁ Two seconds and you falter by just a step, ensuring you're behind Vee, glancing behind you to make sure the twisted's are focused on you.

☁ One second and it seems like slow motion drags out what may possibly be the worst moment of his life. Your hands pull back before rushing towards Vee's back, making her stumble forward into Goob's outstretched hands. Cosmo and Sprout immediately clue into what just happened, eyes going wide as Astro jumps to his feet. Goob's arms snap back just as the elevator gears begin to turn and you take a sharp turn to avoid running into the metal wall. He's sees the puddle of ichor spawn underneath of you, an inky vein shooting up and into your side. You shout out, ichor spitting out of your mouth as the twisted version of himself catches up at last, his clawed fingers digging into your pallid flesh.

☁ The elevator shuts just as the first sounds of flesh tearing and Ichor being spilt rings out along with your pained screams.

☁ Sprout runs into the wall of the elevator, fruitlessly banging on it helplessly as salty tears run down his spotted cheeks, begging, pleading for it to be himself. How he could save you, take the pain away. He screams for something, anything to change or give him the chance to make it different, but it's a plea that falls on a the ears of a deaf, vengeful entity.

☁ Cosmo is crying as well, holding his hands to his mouth as he collapses to his knees, the thunk echoing in the elevator as it's quickly redirected to the lobby. His shoulders begin to hiccup as he falls forward one of his hands falling to catch himself as his breaths begin in rushed, panicked motions, choking him before they're even fulling sucked in.

☁ Astro himself can't even begin to fathom what happened. The reality of it all seems just out of his grasp as the confusion from the remnants of Twisted Shelly's embrace fades away. It settles in the gapes of his psyche comfortably. the look on your face as you made the very decision that took you away from and sealed yourself for what was a painful, tragic turning.

☁ You had faced what was your greatest fear in order to save Vee. Vee, who was still in shock on the ground in front of him, looking too terrified to truly understand what had happened. Vee, who was Sprout's best friend and you knew that. All on a run to save his own best friend, who was groaning in Glisten's hold.

☁ A cold numbness gripped his chest as his eyes began to burn, his fists clenching and unclenching as he truly has no idea where to go from here. Where is there to go truly? He is no longer a complete being without each part of your group. He had given each of you such a large part of his mind, body and soul and to have one of them yanked away right in front of him left feeling hollow.

☁ It was an odd feeling, watching Sprout and Cosmo go through the motions of grief while feeling themself. He can tell Sprout is livid. Raging beyond normal anger as he spits heartbroken curses at the wall, ranting about how you had promised to be more careful and how it wasn't fucking fair. How could you leave them like this?!

☁ Cosmo is curled into a tight ball, hyperventilating as Goob rubs his back, screaming into the space between his chest, knees and the floor. His fingers are curled so tightly that the flesh of his knuckles look strained and he can tell in the strain of his voice that his throat is aching from the sheer ferocity of the cries alone.

☁ For himself? Astro finds himself in an odd dance of denial of the very event he just saw happen and bargaining for someone, anyone, to bring you back. He'd offer himself in a heartbeat. He'd offer all the tapes or ichor he could get his hands on. He'd sell his soured, moon-laden lonely soul if it meant you're sunny, bright self rain it's light on them forever more. The words you had told him the night on the balcony kept ringing in his ears, about how terrified you were of yourself. How you'd never wish it on anyone, let alone them.

☁ He never dreamed, no, he wasn't allowed that pleasure as the keeper of dreams himself, but this was very much what he imagined a nightmare to feel like. He wanted to wake up. He needed to wake up and see you there, sleeping in between him and Sprout as you always did, Blu snuggled against your chest. He needed to see the slow rise and fall of your chest. He needed to see you.

☁ The elevator opened and the others rushed to greet them only to stop at the sight of one less familiar face, gasps ringing out around them. Shelly was taken away to the med-bay by someone, he couldn't tell.

☁ He didn't even know how he got the wherewithal to move, but he found himself doing so, gently waving off Goob before collapsing next to Cosmo and pulling the cake roll to his chest. He wrapped his cloak around the sobbing man, mindlessly rubbing up and down his back with a hand while another held Cosmo's face to his shoulder, if only to save him the shame from everyone watching them.

☁ His glazed eyes scanned the area before them as well, landing on Sprout who seemed to run out of steam momentarily, swallowing tightly as his fists clenched. Astro opened his mouth, a broken croak of the berry's name leaving his lips. It did the trick as Sprout turned, blinking at the them before more tears ran down his face and he was stumbling over to them, wrapping himself around them as he began to let out heavy, wrenching sobs.

☁ Astro bowed his head to rest against Cosmo's, his own tears dripping down his cheeks. He shouldn't have used his power like that. He could've saved you. He had the power and opportunity to do so, but couldn't. If you had just gotten to the elevator, they could've saved you no matter what. But you hadn't because Vee didn't have the Stamina to get there without your intervention.

☁ That night was the hardest night he's ever had. He wasn't sure how they made it out of the elevator, but they had. Sprout had nearly gone to his own room, but that idea was quickly dashed by Astro's hand on his wrist, stopping him. It wasn't what you would've wanted.

☁ So Sprout remained with them, the night time routine quickly being cut down to only the most basic motion of getting into bed. As hard as that was, the worst was when Blu hopped up, as oblivious as ever, mewing for you. When she didn't immediately spot you, she slowly stepped further up to where you normally slept, bowing her head as if to take a closer look to where you could be. When she couldn't find you, she mewled again, sounding much more desperate than the first attempt.

☁ Cosmo is quick to bring her into his chest, curling around her as if she were a last chain to reality. To you. He's the first to speak between the three of them besides angry curses or desperate pleas. "We'll get them back." He swears, sounding more resolute than either Astro or Sprout have every heard him. "The same way they got us back."

☁ Neither of the other two have to say anything for Cosmo to know they're promising alongside him.

☁ The quest for your twisted form's research is begun the next morning, the other toons adamantly refusing to let them go until the fateful recovery mission. They were too emotional and would lose themselves should they be allowed to go now.

☁ It's a painful, pitiful thing even if they understand deep down. Moreso, it's a grueling and slow process. Every floor you're on is the last the run does, immediately retreating after coming into contact with your twisted, beaten and bruised. None of them tell them what you look like, but it's a small mercy. They don't talk about what you did or what happened, they simply pass over the research and continue on to med-bay.

☁ It takes just over 4 days for the research to finish with the antidote provided and by that point, Astro feels he's going to burst if he's benched from this mission one more time. He's moved from the numb feeling of loss, moving to anger at the world for daring to do this to you. To pure hatred at Dandy and the ichor now coursing through your veins. He hates it. He needs to fix it.

☁ So he will.

☁ Sprout is in much the same boat as he is while Cosmo seems more determined then ever. He's silent but stoic, glowering at anyone who even looks like they're thinking about telling him to stay back. If it weren't for the circumstance, Astro would be proud of the cake roll for finding his backbone, but as it stands they have bigger problems.

☁ They know their roles, but at this point, it's evident even the most thoughtful of plans can go to hell in a handbasket.

☁ Floor by floor, they trek through, watching Poppy and Boxten, the two most familiar with your twisted form, for any sign or recognition of you being there. By floor eleven, they seem to get it, faces immediately tightening. With a glance at each other, Poppy is quick to turn to them, the ever optimistic girl incredibly stern as she spoke. "There's one incredibly vital part you need to know. Stay out of view as much as possible. Even if you don't think they spotted you, remain there until you're sure. They'll charge you if they find you. From there you have three seconds to build enough of a gap between yourself and them to hide. Do not attempt to distract. They're too fast. They will turn you if you give them the chance, so don't."

☁ The warning left something sour churning in Astro's gut as the doors opened and they all immediately darted behind the boxes in front of the elevator. Slowed, sluggish steps echoes behind them and a risky reach for a capsule beside them revealed the other toon to be Rodger, meaning that was you. You were there, so close. Within arms reach! They just had to get to you.

☁ Which was the hardest part of it all, really. You were fast, strong and precise. A dangerous combination. There was a moment of silence before Poppy was slowly moving, as if trying to get a grasp on the situation before she was immediately darting back, hands clapping against her mouth.

☁ The steps stopped.

☁ Reaching over, Astro grabbed the first person's hands he could find, squeezing them tightly as he urged them to continue. Sprout seemed to be his unfortunate victim, even as he squeezed back. The steps did continue, but they were quick, too quick and before they knew it, the boxes behind them were crushed as you crashed into them, roars of agony leaving you as they scattered. The three of them hid in a side room as you shook off, whipping around for any sight of limb or tail of any of them. When you found nothing, you snarled, giving them a good look at your twisted form. Your teeth are beyond sharp as you snap on air, sheening with drool and stained with ichor. There's a large, gaping wound in your side that drops the same black ooze, trailing behind you as you limp along the way. Worst of all were your eyes. Ones that used to shine like diamonds in their own right, laced with nothing but pure love and the edges of your soul were now stained red as you yanked at your fuzz in frustration.

☁ There were even large claws on your fingers, which clawed at your face as you did so, making you more frustrated as you howled out some form of anguished noise. Some form of movement caught your eye after this and you were off once more.

☁ Astro was forced back into hiding as his chest heaved. You were there. And all he could think was that you were correct to be scared. How scared you must've been now. Through all the pain and anger you must've been feeling as a twisted, the fear for the you that was left must've been astronomical.

☁ It makes his eyes burn as he shuts them tightly, urging his breath to remain steady. Looking over at Sprout and Cosmo, he swallows tightly. "I'll go first. Stay here unless absolutely necessary. Especially you Sprout-"

☁ "You can't ask that of me!" Sprout is quick to snap, even if his eyes look frantic. "That's not fair. To me or to them. You can't just expect me to sit here and-and- to what?! Wait?!" He cries out only to immediately hush himself at the sound of your cries, the ding of a machine going off.

☁ "I'm not asking you to wait." Astro is quick to reassure. He can't lose them and you. He can't. He'd break. He'd willingly turn himself back over to the twisted side if it meant being with you all once more. But he knew that's not what you would want. "I have the highest stealth. Even if they do spot me, I have the best chance of getting away."

☁ "By your same logic, I have the highest stamina." Sprout shoots back bitterly, crossing his arms. "For someone's who's power regenerates stamina, it doesn't work on you. You'd be hooped."

☁ "Coming from the man who can't heal himself?" Astro can't help himself, snarling back angrily. Sprout's mouth opens to retaliate before Cosmo is pushing them apart, shooting a hard look at both of them.

☁ "Knock it off." He sneers, voice low and quiet as his eyes dart out the room. The steps are closer than they were before, but slowed and unhurried. After quickly checking to make sure you're out of hearing range, Cosmo shoots them both a hard look, as if unable to believe what's in front of them. It makes both mains wilt in shame admittedly. "It doesn't matter who does what. What matters is getting them back." The cake roll continues, swallowing tightly as his eyes water. "They did it for every single one of us, without fail. It didn't matter how hurt, how scared or how tired they were. They did it. Over and over and over again. This whole thing even happened because they were doing it again." There's another ding of a machine.

☁ "Our job here isn't to do the machines. Our job, above all else, is to get them back." Cosmo takes a breath. "And then kick their ass for daring to do something like that."

☁ The third machine rings, but your cry of attack rings with it, your steps thundering away from their hiding place. That's their cue as Sprout pulls out the antidote provided to him by Goob, clenching it tightly. Between the three of them, it would be their job to somehow pin you down long enough and bring you back.

☁ The fourth machine dings and panic begins with the blaring of red lights as elevator opens. The others, save for Boxten, are quick to return and they're hoping if nothing else the noise brings you their way.

☁ But when Boxten appears, they're faced with yet another problem. He's being chased by a twisted clone of Flutter, who has her eyes locked in on their prey. A number of curses are dropped as Sprout shoves the antidote into Astro's hand and takes off. Flutter immediately turns her attention to him, allowing Boxten to find safe recluse in the elevator. In that moment however, you turn the corner and you're eyes immediately lock onto Sprout.

☁ You fall to all fours, darting forward with a snarl on your features. Sprout lets out a yelp at the sight, making a harsh U-turn only for Flutter to dig her clawed feet into his arm. It makes him yelp as he pulls away, but you don't falter. Cosmo and Astro both step forward with a yell, but you're jumping before they can stop you.

☁ It's not Sprout you pounce on though.

☁ No, you go right past Sprout and tackle Flutter in a messy clash of claws and snarls. You throw the Twisted further away from them with another loud growl, crouching in front of them, as if daring Flutter to get closer.

☁ She doesn't, taking the loss for what it was and flying away.

☁ You don't even notice Astro's by your side until he's jabbing the needle into your neck the same way he's seen you do it, making you cry out as you're body withers beneath him. The wound on your side gives a final gush of ichor as you do, pulsating with the oily liquid as your body contorts. Your voice, the one that's spent endless hours reading out the worlds from your stories to him, or listing instructions to Cosmo, or even picking fun, meaningless arguments with Sprout, is now entwined with the gravelly groan of your Twisted's voice, crying out for relief of some kind.

☁ It shred's whatever remnants remain of Astro's patience as he quickly scoops you against his chest, turning to elevator. Cosmo's already healed Sprout, who's leaning against the cake roll for support, both eagerly awaiting him in the elevator.

☁ The metal wall slams shut behind them and Astro quickly kneels, making sure you're body is supported as he takes a breath of relief for what felt like the first time in the last few miserable days.

☁ You're there. You're with them and breathing, even if it's laboured and strained, you're ichor stained hands grasping at your side.

☁ Sprout is right there, first aid kid in hand with a bandage already wrapped around his arm where Flutter had gotten. His hand is shaky as it raises, gently resting on your head as his eyes shine in a way Astro knows he'll deny later.

☁ Cosmo is already crying, holding one of your hands tightly despite the fact that Astro's sure you're not even aware of what's going on.

☁ He himself can feel himself ease at last, even if he knows the night will be hard on every one of you. As he holds you close and you're weak, albeit just as sunny and exuberant smile shines once more, he knows it'll already all be worth it.

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junimosity · 3 months ago

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hi can i request a jealous harvey fic?? with make up smut at the end?? ty!!!

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pairing: Harvey x AFAB!Reader

summary: at the annual flower dance, harvey misses the opportunity to ask you for a spin. although jealous, his envy is polite, and the two of you have to entangle in a dance of your own in order for him to come clean about just how pissed he really was.

w.c.: 5.2k

warnings: 18+ (MDNI), jealous harvey (i just couldn't make him an asshole i'm so sorry hes so soft), heated confessions, pining, fluff, smut, a little pinch of angst, mentions of alcohol, implied elliottxleah, also huge sorry to my elliott lovers (i love him too pls don't come for me), m recieving oral, fingering, creampie (per usual), unprotected sex (don't!)

authors note: thank you guys for the patience over the last month. i'm finally settled in enough to take some time to write. getting to these requests with much glee!

dividers by @strangergraphics

The intoxicating smell of fresh pollen rendered the riesling in Harvey’s grasp near useless. He stood at the edge of the meadow, eyeing his community for any signs of seasonal allergies, a little hum of anxiety bubbling amidst his pulse. He tapped his wine glass at the pace, hoping to decrease his heart rate at least a little before the annual Flower Dance began. He didn’t want you to think-

He cut himself off mid-thought, rubbing his other hand over his mustache as he realized he was getting far ahead of himself. You couldn’t possibly think a thing about him or his dancing if he hadn’t even asked you yet. On that note, he hadn’t even seen you arrive. The dance was looming, and he was beginning to lose hope that you’d even show up, even though the two of you had chatted about mutual excitement surrounding the festival just days before. He’d been looking forward to the event ever since - If you could take his breath away on a grocery run, then your elegance today would be beyond his imagination.

“Busted the bowtie out, huh?” your calm voice sent him flying an inch, clutching at his chest as he nearly spilt his wine. You couldn’t help but laugh as he turned to you, his posture straightening back up after the fright.

What a sight you were.

Hair styled beautifully, clearly a little frazzled by the humidity from the walk over. It suited the boisterous flower crown that adorned your head, freshly harvested blooms casting a soft shadow over your glittering eyes, squinted slightly from your smiling cheeks. Your lips; he had to cast his gaze away for a moment, lest he linger too long on their apt rosiness. Drifting downwards, the glow of your white dress in the midday sun nearly blinded his soul, the gentle pleats draping over you so perfectly. He could feel his cheeks reddening, bringing his wine glass up for a sip before pointing a finger from its rim.

“Did you… come from the woods?” he gestured to the shadows behind you, deciduous branches darkening shortly beyond the meadow.

“A little shortcut from my property to here. Oh, where’d you get that?” You gestured to the wine in his hand, making him realize the sheer amount of sweat condensating against the glass.

“Would you like a glass?” He quickly asked, gesturing towards the mini bar that Gus was manning.

“I’d love one, thanks!” You smiled, signaling Harvey to scuttle to the small bar. It was just minutes before the dance was scheduled, and with any luck, he’d be able to spend that time building up the courage to finally ask you.

“Another glass, please,” Harvey asked Gus politely, holding his own tightly to his chest.

“Already? Y’ain’t even finished your first,” Gus laughed.

“Oh no, not for me, for-” Harvey turned his body to gesture towards you, but choked as he saw your attention focused elsewhere.

Elliott stood - no, knelt in front of you, placing a kiss to the top of your hand. Harvey’s wine spilled over the glass as he stared at the scene blankly, mirroring the shocked expression that was on your own face. His palpitating heart ceased for a moment in anticipation of what you were to respond with.

“That’s… that’s rough, buddy.” Gus sighed out, reaching over to grab the emptied glass from Harvey’s limp grip. “Take another on the house.”

“Gladly,” Harvey murmured, turning back to the saloon owner as you nodded to Elliott in his periphery. “Need a hand with the bar? Looks like my afternoon’s just cleared up.”

Your cheeks flushed with a sharp heat against the chilly spring breeze, lungs a little worn from the twirling and frolicking of the last few hours. The sun threatened to set beyond the treeline to the west, your breathing heavy as the final dance of the event came to a close. You hadn’t spent much time with Elliott before today, mostly in passing at the library or the beach. Your lifestyles didn’t overlap greatly, making it quite the surprise to find him on his knees asking you for a dance with the elegant jargon of a romance novel from the 19th century.

You’d always craved a moment just like it, sudden passion with a hint of one’s obsession over you, but finding that moment in a near stranger made it significantly less gratifying than you’d pictured. Novelty aside, Elliott’s beautifully manicured hands made you extremely self conscious as you danced, a bit of the dirt from your last harvest unable to be washed from the fine lines of your fingers. He didn’t seem to notice your hands, though, or anything else for that matter, as his head was largely in the clouds, swirling you around like you were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. Endearing at first, but rather pompous by the last dance. No need to worry about stepping on his toes when you were almost always being flung through the air.

After giving a generous bow, Elliott pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand once again, your chest falling and rising greatly. His charming focus broke away from you within a moment, letting you finally catch a breath as Elliott found Leah.

“Excellent moves, my friend!” He began, trailing off to the side of the meadow.

You breathed out, taking a moment to readjust your flower crown and wipe a bead of sweat from beneath it before searching the perimeter for Gus’s mini bar. You waltzed over, the evening air settling your sweat down with a cold touch.

“Two waters, please,” you near panted, leaning an arm against the pop-up table.

“Do you just want a bottle instead?” Gus asked, hesitating with the two plastic cups in his hands.

“No, no, one cup for me and another for, uh,” You turned around, searching for Elliott where you last saw him, only to be met with a near empty meadow, just a few of the older locals sticking around and beginning to clean up. “Well, just one cup I guess.”

Gus’s mustache twitched upwards with a silent chuckle, from what, you didn’t have the slightest idea, but whatever got you a sip of water was welcomed.

“Need a hand striking?” you asked after downing the small glass, fiddling with it as you walked a few steps over to the trash can.

“I’m sure anyone would appreciate the help. Harvey’s been lending me a hand, how about you see if Pierre or Marnie could use one too?”

“Of course,” you nodded at him, finding Pierre messing around with his easy up tent unsuccessfully.

You silently helped around here and there, making sure Pierre’s goods were neatly packed away and the meadow was free of any decor, flowers and wreaths thrown to the chickens and cattle at Marnie’s ranch on the way back to town. At the intersection of her place, your farm, and the final stretch into town, the last folks bid their goodbyes to one another. Mayor Lewis stopped to chat with Marnie a little as you waved off Pierre and Caroline, eyes catching on the little cabin to your south. Warmly lit windows revealed Elliott and Leah laughing together inside, releasing a sad little smile on your lips.

“Alrighty, Doc, I can handle it from here,” Gus’s voice carried over to you. You turned to see him and Harvey shaking hands firmly, the latter’s eyes catching yours for a brief moment. You turned back to the cabin, smile falling at the glow.

“Get home safe, Gus.”

“Will do. You make sure she does, as well,” your eyes widened as you suddenly entered the conversation, yet you continued to face south, gaze finding itself along the river.

The sound of Gus’s hand cart disappeared as the rush of water took over, until a few footsteps approached you.

“Did you enjoy today as much as you hoped?” Harvey asked, joining you as you stared at the reflection of a periwinkle dusk over the water.

“I had some fun, yes. What about you?” You gently responded, eager to switch it back to him.

“I mainly helped Gus out at the bar. Thirsty folks today.”

“Is that so?” you asked, feeling the conversation drop off as if it fell into the riverbed.

“Yeah…” Harvey let the energy plummet, the sounds of late spring joining in on the river’s chorus.

Your chest rose and fell again, disappointment fuelling the almost dramatic exhale.

“Looks like neither of us had the festival experience we hoped for.”

Harvey’s head fell forward a little, trying to get a look at your expression, but your face was craned too far towards the river for him to get a read.

In his perspective, although you were being rather thrown around instead of waltzing, you were having a textbook time of your life. To hear otherwise not only shocked him, but a little ember of upset flickered inside his chest.

“It’s getting late. Can I walk you home?” he asked gently, almost too soft for you to hear. Your head was elsewhere, but you nodded, turning towards the woodland path that led to your home. Harvey looked back to where you stood a moment before, quickly scanning the surroundings until he saw what clearly set you off- Elliott in clear view, Leah not far off, probably the thought of you long forgotten. Harvey shook his head with a bit of uncharacteristic rage, attempting to chill out as he sped walk to catch up with your melancholic gait.

Twigs crunched beneath your feet, your blundstone boots being the only shoes you had that could handle a dance in the dewy meadow. They were tattered from their multi-purpose usage, work boots and casual outings alike, unlike Elliott’s freshly polished leather loafers.

You sighed as you watched your step, the foolish memory of being swept off your feet feeling childish.

Harvey stayed silent beside you, not unusual for him as you’d come to learn, but there was a thick tension in the air that was usually absent from your interactions. You took a moment away from your self pity to look up at him, finding a sharp line between his brows, furrowed with a foreign frustration.

“Is everything alright, Harvey?” You asked gently, coming out of your self-concerned stupor.

“Fine, fine,” he brushed off with a wave of his hand, his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder by the other one. You didn’t notice he’d rolled up his sleeves, probably a little worn from helping Gus out all day.

You curled your lips to the side, realising how selfish your nasty mood was. Harvey had deliberately expressed to you how excited he was for this, and you’d seen how much joy he harbored in years past. Even at the Luau, he’d be one of the only townspeople to bust a move. Today, you had danced like you never had before, although hardly by your own grace. He was practically forced to sit aside.

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out today.” You offered to him, hoping that you would be able to get a hint of his usual lighthearted nature in return.

“Yeah, me too.” He replied, the tips of his mustache turning downwards with a little grimace.

A grimace!

You’d never seen him express such distaste. Your eyes flashed their surprise before you focused on the forest path again, letting the crunch of detritus take over the lack of conversation.

The southern border of your property was in sight, alight by two lanterns at the gate. You made a reach for the chain, but Harvey made it to the gate before you, letting out a huff as he swung it open to let you through. The chain rattled loudly as he placed it back into the latch. Coming up behind your waiting figure and taking a few rough steps ahead of you.

Never in your life had you seen him in such a mood. If he were any other man, you’d say he was bordering on throwing a fit. This gentle simmer in him, though, it seemed more like he was a kettle with a lot of steam built up inside.

“Well,” you sighed, making it to the end of the walkway between your vegetable fields, intersecting with the cobblestone path that led straight to Harvey’s clinic. “I guess this is good night.”

“Yeah,” Harvey slowed as you climbed up the steps to your door. He stopped at the base, running a hand over his mustache with that same distraught look over his face.

You could clearly tell he’d had a bad day, but never had that made him so visibly discontented. Guilt panged through your chest as you looked down at him, his gaze averted to the dark road towards his place.

“You deserved a better day, Harvey. I really am sorry.”

Harvey looked up at you, his distraught expression turning concerned.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (Y/N). I’m sorry, I’ve been letting my mood get the better of me.”

“No, no, you have nothing to apologize for, either. You were so excited for today.”

“Ah,” Harvey leaned back a little, a hint of embarrassment on his cheeks. “That’s not quite why I’m in a bit of a slump. I appreciate your concern, though.”

You smiled in relief, shoulders loosening at the thought.

“I see. Well, I really appreciate you walking back with me. Next year, I’ll save a dance for you, okay?”

Harvey’s posture straightened, a gentle blush rolling to his cheeks. You flashed him another smile before reaching for your door, opening it only an inch before you felt your other hand taken in a grasp.

You turned slightly, your form in the lamplight creating a glowing shadow over Harvey, who held your hand with a startled expression. He had taken one step towards your door, leg lifted onto the stairs as if frozen in motion.

“You deserved better, too, (Y/N).”

Your breath caught on a shaky inhale, cold air hitching in your chest.

“I’m sorry if, I just- gah,” Harvey tongue tied himself, looking down at his foot for a moment before shaking his head and speaking towards the ground. “I’m sorry if I’m too bold, or crossing a boundary here. But I saw how he danced with you. How he moved you around, without you in thought. You’re an excellent dance partner, I’ve seen it myself. And he wasted your talents and enthusiasm on his mindless poetic venture. Not to mention him flailing you around like that, threatening a subscapularis strain or tendonitis, maybe even whiplash-”

“Harvey,” you started, facing him fully. He looked up at you as you shifted your position, a fire behind his softening features.

“He took your partnership for granted. You are phenomenal, (Y/N), and he’s a damned fool for not seeing that, for relishing in that. Anyone would be.”

Your lips parted, unable to form or think of a single word in response to what was being said to you- about you.

Did Harvey really see you in such a high regard? Did he actually just vocalize it- the kind of perception you’d always wished to be seen within? What lenses did he view you through, what dreamlike prescription sat within his browline frames?

The wind tousled at his hair, the same gust threatening to blow your hyacinth crown off your head. Harvey took another step upwards, his other hand reaching the side ribbons to keep them in place. He released them with a brush of the backs of his fingers against your cheek. You brought your other hand up to his, keeping him there for just a moment as you found his gaze once again.

“I-” you breathed, much croakier than you’d intended, “I’ve never, um, been told that before.”

“You deserve to hear it every day,” he whispered at you, some of that anger from before biting into the words. “I-” his brows faltered with his confidence, his suit jacket almost falling off of his shoulder.

You released his hands to grab it, sliding it down in front of him and into your arms.

“I think I might owe you a drink from before,” you turned your head towards your cracked door, the soft light of your lamp creaking out onto the porch. “Would you like to come in?”

Harvey’s head fell again, this time with a bit of a laugh, as he took the final step onto your porch.

“I’d like that, yes.”

You opened the door behind you the rest of the way, letting him duck into the frame ahead of you. He’d been to your house a few times before, but never this late into the evening, or after a fit of such passionate verbiage.

He leant against the closed door as you hung his coat on your rack, the intensive gaze from earlier having fully transformed into something much more tender.

“I’ll go grab us some glasses,” you excused yourself to the kitchen just a few steps away, Harvey followed slowly, standing near your kitchen table, running his fingers along the wood grain. You came back from the cabinets quickly, stopping at his side to pour into the two stemless cups you laid before you. The two of you clinked your glasses together, eyes in solid contact as you both tasted your first sips.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked as you swallowed, eyes ripping away to look into the lowly luminated pool of white wine.

“Mm,” Harvey hummed into his glass before placing it down. “Please.”

“I don’t mean to sound conceited, but,” you took another sip for courage’s sake, “Were you going to ask me to dance today? Or was that all in my head?”

“I…” he began, trailing off a bit as his confidence weaned, “was intending to, yes.”

“Hmm,” you responded, another shot of guilt hitting your chest. You were hoping he would, but you selfishly took the opportunity with Elliott when it presented itself.

“Can I ask you something?” Harvey asked in return.

“Please,” you mimicked.

“Why him?”

You sighed a bit, turning to face the table a bit more straightforward.

“He kind of took me off guard. I’m a bit of a sucker for a grand gesture, I guess. I got in my head a little thinking that it was some whimsical or whatever moment, and I just,” you sighed again, trying your hardest to find the words. “I really wanted to be wanted, I guess. And there was no way I could say no to that,” you gestured broadly with your hands, “whole thing, in public no less. I guess grand gestures mean nothing when they’re scarce of pure intention.” you mumbled into your cup before taking a sip and swishing it around in embarrassment.

“Barren, I’d say,” Harvey said, his inflection far less crass than his words.

“I don’t mean to be so miserable and ungrateful. It was a great time, really. Just… not what I hoped for.”

Harvey leaned his hands onto the table, bringing himself down to your level, turning his head to where you stood.

“What is it you were hoping for?”

You couldn't really say it out loud, the thought of it making you feel like you had something sticky caught in your throat. You couldn’t miss his gaze either, hazel, fiery and intent- there it was.

An invitation, significantly less obvious than getting on one knee with a gentle kiss against your sun kissed skin. The phrase, however cryptic or subtle, was filled with more intention than an afternoon of poetic pirouettes or soliloquized sonnets. No, Harvey did not provide an empty gesture, he provided a question.

You let out a little breath as you scanned his eyes, as if looking for confirmation within his consensual ask.

A subtle dart of his irises from yours, left to right, down to your lips, flickering; if you’d blinked, you’d have missed it.

He’d done the same thing when you first arrived at the dance hours ago- you figured it was a trick of the light, or him wondering why you’d arrived from the treeline and not the pathway. He was observing you, noticing you while lying in wait.

You pressed forward, placing a brush of a kiss against his sweet, wine polished lips. He didn’t push back our pull away, letting you communicate your hopes in their soft silence.

You pulled back an inch, blinking at your little courage.

Harvey opened his eyes again, remaining attentive as you continued to quietly communicate your needs.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep,” you whispered, unable to peel yourself away any further. Harvey shook his head with a click of his tongue, making you nearly break your eyes away with a bit of embarrassment. He caught you before you could, pulling you by your waist to pin you between him and the table.

“You…” he couldn’t get the rest of his thought out as he stared at your lips, eyebrows pained and irises aflame. “I would let you overstep in whatever way you pleased if it meant I got a fraction of your time.”

Your cheeks raged with blush as his breath hit you, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your neck to your fingertips. He reached around you, grabbing the wine glasses from your table, turning at the waist to place them on the counter behind him. All the while, you were between his legs, your arms behind you to keep you from folding backwards. He turned back to you, gently removing the flower crown from the top of your head and hanging on the side of a chair.

“Please,” he huffed, hands finding their way to the tops of your hips again.

You raised your chin in invitation, and Harvey responded with a deep kiss, hands bringing you to press against his chest. Yours abandoned the walnut behind you, immediately grabbing at the back of his head. He didn’t waste a moment longer, laying you backwards and placing your head down gently.

He stood again, a little gasp leaving your lips as he broke away, but the hand behind your head traced across your collarbone and down your chest, touch lightening as he brushed over the center of your breasts, fingers flipping to their backs across your abdomen. You shuddered as he hovered over your lower stomach, gently playing with the folds of your dress at the base of its bodice.

“Harvey,” you breathed, lifting your legs ever so slightly, the fold of your dress begging to pool at your hips and reveal your thighs. He sucked a deep breath, loosening his bowtie just a smidge to let his warming body breathe. As much as he wanted to take you in, what he really craved was your lips. Running his hands along your thighs he fell forward again, the two of you softly moaning into one another. His fingers toyed at the hemline of your underwear, and you grasped his hand, making him break from the kiss. “Wait…”

He nodded, pulling away, but you followed him up, sitting upright once again on the table, scooching yourself as close to him as possible. You could feel him against his nice trousers, almost as solid as the table beneath you. The guilt of leaving him behind at the dance ate at you, and you placed a gentle kiss on his neck.

“I already had my dance today. Let me give a little.”

He gave you a confused look as you guided his shoulders to the side, forcing him to turn around as you slipped off the table and fell to your knees, hands placed against his thighs for a moment of stability.

“Oh, Yoba,” he huffed, now having to lean against the table himself. You unbuckled his belt and released him, the air of your apartment hitting his painfully hard length. Your breath followed suit as you licked a small stripe at the base of him, then placed a soft kiss over his tip. Salty beads of precum graced your rosy lips, shimmering over the worn lip gloss that he noted so keenly earlier. His hands found their way into your tousled hair, the eagerness and leftover hint of jealousy almost making him grip at your scalp. He hesitated, opting to squeeze the side of the table instead as you began to take his length into the warm depths of your mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling yourself dampening over the sight of his flustered expression. His jaw was agape, lower lip almost trembling, eyebrows contorted upwards as a haze took over his eyes. You took him in further and he slightly bucked his hips into you, the hand on your head holding you in place. He was melting beneath and above you, your ministrations giving him the comfort and connection he so deeply craved.

You picked up the pace a little, bobbing your head with the fluctuations of obscene sounds, little whimpers of praise leaving Harvey’s bewildered lips. He twitched increasingly, that grip on the back of your head almost tightening until he pulled you back gently, a pop resounding through your kitchen as your head fell back.

“Not yet, I want-” he gulped, both of your chests heaving with self control. “I want to feel you, so fucking badly…”

You stood slowly, helping Harvey discard his tie and unbutton his shirt through kisses. He twitched again, tasting himself on your lips. He was so worked up, you could feel him becoming impatient. A guttural sound worked its way from his throat and he flipped you around, placing rough kisses to the back of your neck as he lifted your skirt.

“Can I,” he grunted in between kisses, and you could’ve sworn you felt his teeth against your shoulder as he ground against your wettened panties. “Be honest with you?”

“Please,” you whispered, turning your head to the side as you pushed back on his bare cock, the thin layer of cloth barely keeping him from you.

“I was so,” he wrapped an arm around you, grabbing at your breast with far less gentleness than earlier, “so fucking jealous. Seeing him on his knees, seeing his hands on your hips, yoba, these hips,” He pulled your panties down with his other hand, your cunt almost dripping if it weren’t for the soaked fabric.

You gasped as he squeezed at your ass with one hand, the other leaving your breast to trail across your folds in exploration. Cold air hit your opening as he spread your lips with his fingers, and he let out a sharp groan.

“All I ever wanted was for this to be mine…,” he stuck a finger inside, and you wasted no time clenching over him as he curled it against your soft spot. “All mine.”

He pressed another finger in and you fully leant forward on your arms, legs spreading in welcome. He sunk them in and out, covering his knuckles in your sweet slick, like nectar from the finest fertile bloom. His wrist twisted and you writhed as he found the perfect angle, your back arching a little as your toes pressed your ass towards him, giving yourself to him fully.

His fingers slipped out fully, making you whine in defiance, but they found their way inside again, this time his middle and ring finger, and he truly began to fuck you with his hand, pressing his other against the small of your back for stability. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned out, the pace he set explicitly informing you of just how fucking angry he was earlier. The toes you so relied on to hold you up curled beneath you, making you sink into his fingers further.

“Harvey!” you cried out, a white hot wave of pleasure approaching you at the speed of light. “I’m- I’m going to- fuck!” Your thighs spasmed as you were hit with your orgasm, Harvey bent over you and breathing on your neck. The hand holding you down brushed your hair from your ear where he placed a kiss before whispering.

“Please, (Y/N),” he panted against you. “I can’t take seeing you with anyone else.”

“Damn it Harvey,” You almost screamed at him, grinding your soaked and spent pussy back up against him. “I couldn’t look at anyone else if I tried anymore. I need- ah…” he sunk his painfully hard cock inside you, reaching the hilt with ease thanks to your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, arms falling off the far edge of the table as you laid your forehead down. The perfect fit, his tip suctioned inside the deepest point of you as you convulsed over him. Harvey stilled inside you, his hand finding its way beneath your chest to pull you up against him. Your head fell back on his chest and your eyes met again - his expression mirrored your own - you could see in the reflection of his glasses. The both of you, fucked out, eyebrows reaching to the ceiling, mouths parted, every inch of your bodies connected. You ground against him and he pulled you even closer, holding you so tightly that his fingers burned into you as a beautiful scorching brand.

He let you relax around him, making sure you fully came down from your first high before he set a slow pace, bunching the skirt of your dress at your waist.

Still slightly overstimulated, your pussy clenched over him in an indistinguishable and unintentional rhythm , making him go from rolling thrusts into semi-frantic pumping, the two of you riding along the edge like a surfer within a tunnel wave. The water graced your fingertips as you sunk more of your weight back into Harvey, and the hand on your chest came up to your neck, forcing you to look directly at him as he fucked into you with a devoted fervor.

“Wanna make you mine,” he begged, looking down just a few inches into your eyes. “Mine…” he mumbled unintelligibly, all caution thrown to the lustful wind.

“I’m yours Harvey, I’m yours…” you cooed back, your voice coming out scratchy as you craned your head back. “Take me.”

“Mine,” he repeated, dumb on his desire. The hand over your hip found your clit and you grasped at his arm, keeping him on your sensitive bud as you began to circle your hips against him. The friction sent you reeling and your legs trembled beneath you, a soundless cry leaving your wet lips as you came a second time. Harvey released his grip over your throat and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your hips into him as he stilled once again, thick ropes of his greed spilling into your gracious and accepting womb.

The two of you stayed that way for a near minute, pressed up against one another at your table’s edge until you could both relax. The convulsing of your walls slowed over his finished cock, but he didn't pull out, instead just placing a firm kiss to your shoulder as you both caught your breath. A gentle smile found its way over your tired face as you looked up at his softened gaze.

“You have to tell me,” you breathed, relaxing into his chest. “What were you hoping for?”

Harvey chuckled a little, kissing your forehead before leaning his chin on your shoulder, rubbing circles into your stomach.

“You just found out.”

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aemondapologistfrfr · 11 months ago

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His Princess - pt2

Pt 2 of His Princess

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

Summary: Rhaenyra asks y/n to take her host to Harrenhal to speak to Daemon. Y/n rises to the challenge of Daemon and the River Lords watch on in shock and silence.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, political plotting, prob wine somewhere in a cup, bathing, thigh riding, face riding, p in v

Authors Note: soft moments w silverwing and ben, i believe this man would beg you teach him some high valyrian just so he could talk to silverwing and write it down and keep it in his pocket, idc if it’s unrealistic to pet a dragons belly it’s real to me!!, daemon needs to LEAVE harrenhal and step tf up like enough already

Word Count: 4.7k

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Over the past week I’ve been in contact with Jace about the status of our growing host in the Riverlands. Rhaenyra has finally returned home and expresses her gratitude for the swords that I’ve raised for her. She takes over the correspondence from Jace as we begin to discuss who is on our side and best ways to bring the other Lords to our cause.

She confides to me concerning her worry about Daemon. She has asked that I meet Ser Alfred Broome in Harrenhal and see if Daemon can be brought to reason. She hopes that he will start to relax and hopefully return to Dragonstone upon seeing their host. We have been on the move ever since her request while slowly adding swords along the way.

“We should reach Harrenhal on the morrow.” Ben ducks into the tent as I lounge on the makeshift bed.

“Thank the Gods. I need a fucking bath.” I slide over so he can join me.

“You still look absolutely divine to me.” as he pulls me into him.

“Oh I’m sure,” I roll my eyes. “The dirt and grime are very comely.” I sigh looking at my nails.

“At Harrenhal I’ll make sure you get the largest and hottest bath available. Even if it means displacing its current Lord.” he promises.

“I’ll hold you to that.” I hum. “I have no idea what state Daemon is in.” I sigh, wiping my face.

“He should be happy you’ve raised a host.” Ben murmurs as he finger brushes through my hair.

“We can only hope.” I moan as his fingers scratch along my scalp as I turn so he can continue his movements.

“Let’s hope they have feed to spare for Silverwing. She’s been eyeing our host for some time now.” he chuckles as he begins to loosely braid my hair.

“Mm, speaking of, I should take her out to hunt.” I sigh stretching out as he completes the plait.

“Will you let me come with you this time?” his eyes light up as he pleads.

“You’ll have to ask her yourself.” I chuckle as I begin to rise and stretch out.

I slowly put my riding armor back on as Ben quickly pulls his own armor on stumbling after me out of the tent. The host around us is now up to 5,000 swords and it’s easy to get lost in the chaos that surrounds us daily. We see the outline of Silverwing in the trees as we approach.

“Wait,” Ben pulls me to a stop. “It’s Hello my beast Silverwing?” a laugh bubbles out of my mouth as his face turns red.

“Y/n, my Princess, please.” he begs trying to hide his embarrassment.

“If you say that she will never allow you to ride with me.” I try to settle my giggles. “Hello, my beautiful Silverwing.” I look to him and nod for him to repeat.

“Hello, my beautiful Silverwing?” his Riverland accent makes the sentence sound funny but he’s got the words down at least.

“Well let’s go see if I get to keep enjoying you or if her meal has delivered itself to her.” I pull him by his arm with a smile on my face. I nod at him to go greet my sleeping dragon as I stand nearby.

“Hello,” his voice slightly stumbles as she begins to stir. “Hello, my beautiful Silverwing.” I hear the confidence in his voice as Silverwing begins to rise.

She looks over to me and then looks down at Ben and huffs. His hair is blown askew by her deep breath as she lowers her head to his height. He puts his hands up as I continue to give her a stern look. She gives a soft chirp before she pushes him with her snout.

“I didn’t learn any other words. Y/n says my accent is funny.” he speaks softly to Silverwing as he settles his hands on the side of her jaw.

She softly blinks at him and then looks to me as if I was so mean for stating the obvious to him. Ben slowly relaxes as he continues to offer her pats. She watches him intently as he begins to walk the length of her. She thuds back to the ground and rolls onto her side for him to pat her belly.

“Oh you big baby.” I chuckle lovingly as I approach them both. We continue to offer her pats and words of adoration until she grumbles and begins to turn back over. “He wants to come with us to hunt.” her eyes lock with mine and narrow. She closes her eyes and dips her wing down for us to climb up.

“Let’s see how this goes.” I breathe out as I gesture for him to start climbing.

“What do I grab on to?” he turns to me suddenly nervous.

“Whatever you can. I’ll be right behind you.” I nod reassuringly as he grabs on to her leg. Silverwing chuffs as we slowly climb on and settle into the saddle. I clip us in and his arms wrap around my waist tightly.

“It’s not too late to get down.” I turn my head and offer to him softly.

“No, it’ll be fun.” he nods as he tries to strengthen his resolve but his words come out a little breathy.

“Fly, Silverwing.” she rises to her full height and I feel Ben’s hands lock tightly together around me.

She launches us into the sky and I feel Ben press his head into my back. I chuckle wildly as she circles our host and gives them an eerie song. We coast along the breeze until we reach the river and she slowly begins to dip down. Ben slowly releases his hands and begins to look down at the land below us.

“What a fucking rush.” he chuckles with me as Silverwing dips into the river to collect fish.

She continues to collect more fish and spits them out on the nearby shore. Once she has a large pile she lands and scorches the fish in a burning pyre. She quickly chomps down on her meal as we stay firmly seated basking in her power.

“Should we get-“

Silverwing shoots us back into the clouds as Ben gasps, handing flying around my waist once more. I raise my hands from the reins and allow my fingertips to caress the clouds as we fly back to camp. With enough encouragement, Ben releases his hands from my waist and allows his fingers to dance in the clouds with us.

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We begin marching out just before dawn. The men grumble but are looking forward to making it to Harrenhal finally. Silverwing is becoming restless the closer we get to the Crownlands as she can feel the tension pulsing through us.

We mainly ride the breeze only going in front of the host when we’re about an hour out from the castle. As I approach, Caraxes high pitched song pierces my ears. Silverwing gives out a greeting as we circle back to our host. Caraxes seems to have stayed at the castle much to my relief that Daemon isn’t feeling particularly reckless today.

I land outside the gates and await the host to break through the trees. Once Ben is at my side we begin to approach the gates as they grind open. Daemon swaggers out and looks to me with his hand on his sword pommel.

“Y/n.” he looks at me and the men behind me as if he’s unimpressed.

“Daemon.” I sigh and roll my eyes.

“I’ve claimed Harrenhal.” I squint my eyes at his words.

“And I’ve raised a host.” I shake my head at him confused.

“For who?” he tilts his head to me.

“What is wrong with you? What do you mean? For Rhaenyra.” I approach him studying him.

“It seems as if his knees are bent to you the way he hovers behind you.” he raises his chin to Ben who has indeed followed close behind me on approach.

“Get over yourself. Are we welcome or no. You wanted an army and I’ve brought you one.” my voice starts to rise as I tire of his antics and want the bath I was promised.

“Did she send you?” Daemons eyes squint.

“You’re going fucking mad, Daemon. We are staying. I’m taking the largest bathtub.” I roll my eyes, shaking my head with a chuckle. “His knees are bent to me and he’s mine. He’s not to be touched by anyone.” Daemon smirks at my words as he gestures with his arm for us to enter.

“Welcome,” Lord Simon says as the gates groan the rest of the way open. “Welcome to Harrenhal.

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I almost sob looking at the massive bath made before me. I make quick work of my clothes and armor as servants whisk them away to clean them before leaving me alone. The second the seaming water engulfs me all of my muscles sigh in relief. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and I groan.

“What?” I grit out through my teeth.

“It’s me.” Ben peeks his head around the door.

“Then get in here and shut the door. I’m in the fucking bath, Ben.” I hiss at him and feel instantly bad as I know I shouldn’t take my frustrations out on him. “I’m sorry,” I sigh out. “What’s wrong?” I sink lower into the pool.

“You didn’t invite me and I felt left out.” his voice teasing. I grab his hand and begin to pull him in with me. He bats my hand away chucking as he takes his clothes off before slipping in the water next to me.

“Better?” I ask resting my head on his shoulder.

“Much.” he hums content. “What happened with Daemon earlier?” he asks softly before grabbing the soap next to us so we can begin our deep clean.

“He’s going insane. I have no idea what’s wrong with him.” I shake my head not knowing how I’m supposed to deal with this. Hopefully Ser Alfred will arrive soon and offer his support.

“What did he say?” he asks as helps me wash my hair once he’s finished his.

“He knows you’re loyal to me. I don’t think he trusts Rhaenyra. His words seemed off and paranoid. I’ll send a raven to Rhaenyra in the morning.” I know my tone is slightly clipped, I’m just done discussing pressing matters. I want to enjoy my bath while a handsome man dotes on me.

“Maybe it’s this old, haunted castle. They say it’ll turn the most sane man mad.” Ben thinks to himself as he rinses out my hair. I’m thankful we’re finally clean but I can’t handle this conversation any longer.

“Ben, I need you to be quiet and make me feel good or leave. I do not wish to discuss strategy or ghosts.” he chuckles as I turn and he takes in my scrunched brow.

“I’m sorry, my Princess. Is the war boring you?” he chuckles pulling me to straddle his thigh.

I sigh as he pulls me forward causing the most delicious friction. He continues sliding me across his thigh and my eyes shut. My hips begin to move on their own accord seeking the pleasure I’ve been needing all week. Whimpers fall from my mouth as Ben looks at me with a smirk.

“So you don’t want to discuss-“

“I will cut your fucking tongue out.” I reply breathlessly as his hands grind me down on to his thigh roughly.

“Then how will I be able to lick your-“

I crash my lips to his in hopes he’ll remain silent. He chuckles against my lips as his fingers dig into my sides. He begins to move my hips quicker as the water begins to splash around us. I begin to moan into his mouth as pleasure begins to explode through my body. His lips capture mine once more as he slowly continues to grind me against him to prolong my pleasure.

“Beautiful,” Ben whispers and my eyes snap open. “Fuck, please let me have said it right.” panic laces his words.

“You did,” my lips attach to his as my heart stumbles.

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I sit around the council table with the River Lords who look from me to Daemon. Ser Alfred has arrived this morning and hasn’t been able to form a coherent conversation with Daemon. My eyes stay planted on him as his head lulls as he grips his cup. When his eyes seem to uncloud he stares at Lord Simon’s child, Alys, I’m told.

“Pull yourself together.” I grit out to Daemon who is currently making a fool of himself.

“When did this meeting start?” his words borderline slurred as he looks to Alys who comes to his side.

I shake my head in confusion as she whispers into his ear. I look to Ben to make sure I’m not the only one seeing this and all of the Lords faces mirror mine. They turn me expectantly and I’m at a loss for what to do.

“That’s enough, Alys. Thank you.” I rise out of my chair dismissing her.

“Isn’t it strange we’re almost kin?” she whispers as she brushes past me. I turn quickly but she’s already out of the hall and I take my place again in my seat.

“Are you drunk?” I hiss to Daemon who has an amusing look on his face.

“Welcome River Lords,” Daemon rises, ignoring my question. “I’m thankful you’ve all deigned to join me in Harrenhal. I know how alluring it is to follow a Targaryen Princess.” he looks to me with a smirk.

“While you’ve been doing Gods know what, I’ve been rallying for Rhaenyra. Did she send you here to simply cut wood?” my anger very evident in my voice.

“I’ve secured the largest castle.” he looks down to me.

“Yes, the crumbling, empty castle. What a win Daemon. While you’ve been indulging yourself on wine and bastards we’ve all been doing our part to help Rhaenyra claim the throne.” I shake my head at a loss. I know we shouldn’t be speaking like this in front of the Lords but I can’t help it.

“I will not be belittled by you.” Daemon spits his words at me.

“You’ve done it yourself. Everyone at this table can see you’re going mad.” I look to him as he goes to look out the window.

Ser Alfred looks at me in warning not to push him too far. The other Lords are doing well to hide their terror as I verbally challenge Daemon in this hall. I’m hoping with the right kind of push and verbal berating he will get his head out of his ass and start to fight for Rhaenyra once more.

“Is that true?” he turns to the table of men with narrowed eyes. “Who thinks I’m going mad?” he approaches and leans his hands on the table assessing everyone.

“Go home, Daemon.” I rise from my chair to switch his focus to me and not our Lords. Ben’s hands slip to mine to try and have me sit back down but I can’t stand down from this fight, my mother needs me. “Rhaenyra needs you at her side.” I look to him with pleading eyes.

“Mm, is that what she told you?” he stalks over to me.

“If you bothered to read any of the ravens from either of us, you know it would be true. Must you always be reminded that you are The Daemon Targaryen? The Rogue Prince? You are a force to be reckoned with. Leave this crumbling castle to me and the Lords and return to Dragonstone. Clear your mind. Stand at her side so we may show a united front.” I can see my words process through his mind as he looks at me curiously.

“You want this castle for yourself.” he concludes much to my anger and frustration.

“Leave us.” I turn to the Lords who look at me slack jawed. They begin to shuffle out of the hall as Ben lingers behind. “Ben,” I warn with narrowed eyes.

“You think you can handle my daughter?” Daemon chuckles lowly as he looks to Ben. He hasn’t called me his daughter in years which is how I know something sinister is going on inside these walls. I walk to Ben and push him outside the door before I seal them.

“It’s saved you before.” Ben’s words are hushed as he places the bone knife into my palm. “Please don’t make me regret leaving this hall.” he looks down to me with pleading eyes as I shut the door separating us.

“Sit.” I nod my head to the table and slip the knife into an empty sheath at my thigh before I claim a seat across from him.

“Do you plan to kill me in this hall?” he chuckles as he takes a seat.

“I plan to make you see reason.” I study his movements which seem completely different from how this meeting started.

“Then by all means,” he raises his eyebrows gesturing with his hand for me to continue.

“You and Rhaenyra had a fight so now you sequester yourself into this ruin of a castle? To what end? Tell me your long term goal, Daemon. If I wouldn’t have arrived with a host you would still be splitting wood open, along with that bastard girls legs.” I look to him as he seems to find this amusing.

“To sit atop the Iron Throne. That is my only goal.” he hums.

“To place Rhaenyra on the throne?” I correct.

“She’s welcome to join me.” he nods his head as his thoughts seem to drift.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I don’t know if this was his plan all along or if these halls are truly haunted. We sit in silence and study each other waiting to see who will make the next move. I come up with a plan to get him outside of the castle in hopes he can clear his head and finally see his actions for what they are.

“When was the last time you’ve ridden Caraxes?” I change the subject hoping to bring him back to the present.

“It was only…” he trails off.

“Come, let’s go for ride.” I rise and look to him in question.

Surprisingly he follows me out of the hall. Ben is waiting on the other side of the door and he walks by my side. I instruct him to send a raven to Rhaenyra and say that I’m sending Daemon home and hopefully he should arrive tonight, I will escort him if needed. I also have him tell the servants to pack a small bag for Daemon for his travels home.

“Please return to me.” Ben kisses the side of my head and nods at my instructions.

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After a long flight our two dragons land in the abandoned countryside. I press my luck and dismount and turn to see that Daemon is doing the same. We meet between our two dragons as they sing a bone chilling song.

“I will go home.” he nods to me with a scrunched brow.

“You will?” I raise my eyebrow in surprise.

“Do not let that heinous woman inside your head. Don’t accept her tea.” he shakes his head as a shutter travels through him.

“Understood. Please send me a raven when you get to Dragonstone.” I reply curtly still not caring for him much at the moment.

“You’ve already sent her word of my return?” he asks over his shoulder as he begins to mount Caraxes.

“I have,” I nod my head up to him. “If you cause her trouble, I will come for you and show you why this growing host has bent its knees.” the threat is laced through my voice like a promise.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else, daughter.” he says before him and his blood worm launch into the skies.

I mount Silverwing and sigh in relief that somehow everything worked out. I hug Sliverwings neck and offer her words of love and praise before she brings us up to the clouds.

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Ben rushes to me once I dismount Silverwing and assesses me head to toe. Once he’s satisfied I’m in one piece he turns to Silverwing and walks around her and makes sure she’s taken no damage as well. He offers her soft pats before he returns to me.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers before running back through the gates.

I lay down at Silverwings feet and curl into her. She wraps her head around me protectively as she sprawls on the ground. We hear motion from beyond the gates and we both raise our heads curiously. Ben walks through the gates trailing a couple cattle behind him.

“Thank you for keeping my Princess safe, my beautiful Silverwing.” he hums as he approaches her. I rise and come to his side as she begins to chirp him a song.

He leaves the cattle with her and he guides me back through the gates and into the castle. The Lords look at me expectantly as I call a short meeting in the council chambers. I tell them of Daemons hopeful return to Dragonstone and give Ser Alfred leave to follow after him and return to my mother. The Lords look to me in awe that I was able to rein Daemon in and send him back to Dragonstone. I end the meeting with promises of a more in depth discussion on the morrow.

“Let’s go to bed,” Ben hums softly as he offers me his hand.

We quickly make it back to our chambers and he seals the doors behind us. He cups my face and pulls me into a passionate kiss. He pulls apart resting his forehead on mine as we pant as I look up to him with low lids.

“I’m perfectly fine, you didn’t have to worry so much.” I breathlessly chuckle.

“I was worried for the King Consort, the look in your eyes in the council chamber was downright murderous.” he chuckles lowly before placing a quick kiss on my lips before he starts to remove my armor.

“Good he was being daft. Someone had to stand to him.” I roll my shoulders once he removes the plates there.

“Sometimes you fucking terrify me.” he whispers though his voice is full of devotion as he removes my last pieces.

“Mm, I’m honored.” I hum as I begin to remove my layers of clothing.

“Allow me, my Princess.” he whispers as he lifts my shirt above my head.

He slowly peels the rest of my clothes off. He removes his clothes with haste while pulling me over to the bed. He falls onto his back pulling me with on top of him. He kisses me softly and pulls back with a smirk.

“I think you should sit on my face.” he says lowly.

“What do you mean?” I shake my head chuckling.

“Put this,” his fingers reach down and slide through my wetness. “on my mouth.” his eyes are dark as they look to me.

I shiver as his fingers continue to ghost over my core. He begins to slowly pull me up his body until I finally rise and kneel on the bed to look down at him. He pats the side of my thigh trying to coax me to straddle his face. I let out a shaky breath and kneel above his face and look down at his eyes under me.

“Thank you, my Princess.” he says placing a soft kiss on each of my thighs.

His hands grab my waist and pull me flush against his mouth. His tongue begins to attack my clit and my head falls back. His name falls off my lips as he continues to swirl against my clit. I grind against his face and immediately stop. He grunts at my stillness and begins to move my hips himself as moans seep out of my mouth.

“Ben,” his name is the only thing I’m capable of saying.

This spurs him on and his tongue moves even more ferociously. My hips begin jerking on their own accord and he moans against me. The vibrations send me over the edge as I come against his face as he keeps lapping at me.

“Ben,” I whimper as he still holds me against his face.

His torturous tongue continues to circle my sensitive bud sending shock waves through my body. I’m a babbling mess above him as he starts to grind my hips against him again. A sob tears through me as I come against him once more. He lifts me off and I collapse face down on the bed next to him as he chuckles.

“You did so good for me.” he hums as I feel the bed dip behind me. “Aren’t you thankful you didn’t cut my tongue out.” his hands raise my hips until I’m resting on my knees. I turn my head and scowl at him until he starts swirling his tip around my wetness.

“Ben, please,” I whine breathlessly as he leans back.

“Hm?” his tone taunting. I try to push my hips back to find him once more but his hands on my hips keep me firmly in place.

“If you don’t fuck me surely I can find someone else who-“

He slams into me and a moan tears through me. He sets a brutal pace that has my face sliding against the sheets. All I can do is arch my back more as his hips repeatedly snap into mine. His trusts become slow and deep as his hands fall to the sides of my waist as he hovers above me.

“Who do you think can replace me?” he grunts in my ear while grinding his hips into mine.

“No one,” my words barely coherent as my hips chase the pleasure he’s offering.

“That’s what I thought.” he says arrogantly as he pulls me upright with him.

One of his hands stays at my waist to help steady me as he begins to hammer up into me. The other travels around my front teasing and pinching my nipples until it finds its way to my throat. His long fingers wrap around me while his hand from my waist sneaks down to my sensitive bud.

“I- Ben,” I whine as I come, clenching around him.

“Fuck Princess,” his hips slightly falter but he regains his composure quickly.

He pushes me forward back onto the bed while staying inside of me. His pace is crazed as his fingers dig deeply into my hips. I’m pushing back into him chasing all of the pleasure he wants to give me. My hands are fisted into the sheets while all I can do is whimper and breathe his name.

“One more time for me.” he growls while bringing his torturous hand between my thighs once more.

When his fingers reach my clit I see stars. I feel like pleasure is being torn from me in waves as I bury my head in the pillow. His hips shutter and warmth spreads throughout me before he slowly pulls out. He collapses on the bed next to me as we’re both panting and trying to catch our breath.

“I know I’m safe in Harrenhal because the only thing that could make me go mad is you.” he says breathily smoothing my hair.

“Back to your ghost stories already?” I huff as I turn to him and see him smiling down at me.

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WARNINGS: ANGST 😞😞 …. anton is kinda really mean

☁︎ — JUNE 17TH, 2024 3:16 PM

at the sound of a door opening, you‘re quick on your feet and make way to open your bedroom door. spotting your younger brother making his way down the stairs, you quickly trail after him.

“yn, i really don’t want to talk to you,” anton sighs, refusing to turn around to face you as he continues walking down to the kitchen.

“anton,” you say behind him. jogging to get closer to him, you grab his wrist to make him turn to you. “can you please listen?” scoffing at your words, anton lets out a bitter laugh as he shakes his head at you.

“anton,” you desperately try again, ignoring how watery your eyes were becoming.

“yn, what exactly do you have to say?” anton sighs out loud. “there’s nothing to say. i caught you making out with seunghan. just own up to it.”

“i wasn’t-”

“he was fucking leaning in!” anton cut you off, bringing his hands up in the air as he points at you, accusingly. “and you just—” he laughs at himself before angrily looking right back at you. “be honest, do you even like sohee or was this all just a twisted game to you?”

“what?” you ask in complete disbelief, eyes wide at what your brother was suggesting.

shaking his head at you, anton shrugs his shoulders. “you and seunghan looked a little too cozy. this has definitely happened before, huh?”

annoyed at what anton was suggesting, you bite your tongue to hold yourself back. anton, irritated by your silence, decides to push your buttons even more. “was sohee not enough, is that why you went after seunghan?” he asks.

“anton-” you try reasoning. your hand subconsciously forming a closed wrist, annoyed at what your brother kept insinuating.

“sohee doesn’t fucking deserve this.” anton sighs, bringing a hand up to push his hair back from his face.

“i really li-” you quickly try telling your brother. but, before you could even finish your sentence, you’re caught off by a loud snort.

“do you now? because what i saw on friday told me a whole different story,” anton chuckled, shaking his head at your figure.

“what exactly was your plan? get with sohee and then with all of my friends?” anton asked. “oh no, i know!” he mockingly says as he brings a hand to point.

“anton that’s enough,” you mumble, feeling absolutely defeated as you angrily let your tears fall.

“sohee has been in love with you for literal years. if you wanted to get with seunghan you should’ve fucking left sohee alone!” anton yells back at you, completely disregarding your crying figure. he didn’t have it in him to care, anton was simply too far gone at this point and only seeing red. “wait is that it?” he mocks. “was the plan to use sohee to get with seunghan since he was the closest one to him?”

“anton,” you gasp at his accusation. quickly shaking your head at him, you step closer to him as you open your mouth to speak once again.

“don’t.” anton tiredly cuts you off. “end things with sohee and just leave him alone.” anton states and begins walking away from you. desperately not wanting to end things here, you reach once more for your brother. before you could even place a hand on his wrist, anton stops walking and turns back to you. at the sight of his angry eyes set on you, you shrink back down and bring your attention towards the floor.

“you know, this was why i was so against you and sohee being a thing,” anton lets out a quiet laugh. “now i’m going to lose my best friend and it’s all your fault,” he accuses you.

“you’re not- you’re not going to lose him,” you desperately try to reassure him.

“please! you really think sohee’s going to to want to hang out with me after my sister fucking played him to get to seunghan?” anton asks you. letting out a deep sigh, he rolls his eyes as he sees you wiping away your tears.

“yn, leave sohee alone.” he adds before taking one last good look at you. “and me. leave me alone.”

“i-”

“go back to making out with seunghan. you two fucking deserve each other.” anton says, as he pushes past you to go back to his room, completely losing his appetite.

with tears streaming down your face, you let out a broken sob and drop to the floor. this was never meant to happen. you don’t like seunghan. you kept everything to yourself to not cause issues between them. you were so certain you were protecting both anton and sohee by doing so. here you were afraid of losing sohee, never did it cross your mind that you could lose your brother too.

☁︎ — JUNE 17TH, 2024 3:37 PM

blankly staring at your entrance door, sohee couldn’t bring himself to move. he decided to show up earlier than anticipated to try and cheer you up. he quickly realized what a big mistake that was. blinking, he slowly comes back to reality as everything begins to sink in. “she kissed seunghan?” sohee sadly mumbles to himself.

looking down at the bouquet of lilies in his hands, sohee lets out a small whimper at the sight. “i’m so stupid,” he whispers to himself as he turns around to walk back to his place.

as he’s walking away, anton’s words keep echoing in his head. sohee quickly shakes his head, desperately trying to make it all stop but it’s only useless. closing his eyes, he lets out a deep sigh and brings a hand to wipe away the tears threatening to spill down his face.

“stupid,” sohee tells himself once more. annoyed at himself for ever believing you could like him back.

a million more thoughts raced in his head as he continues his walk back home. is it bad that despite you hurting him, he wants you to be the one to comfort him? he grew so attached to you and with a blink of an eye everything was all gone. gone because you had feelings for seunghan. gone because you didn’t care for sohee the way he cared for you. gone because you never wanted him in the first place.

as many more negative thoughts come racing through his mind, sohee spots a garbage can near him and slowly makes his way towards it. looking down at his hands once more, he closes his eyes before taking a deep breath and throwing the lilies he had originally gotten to cheer you up.

☁︎ — CLOUD 9

CHAPTER 39 — symphony

summary !! after years of constant pining after his best friend’s sister, yn finally takes notice of sohee and sohee swears he’s on cloud 9. or in other words, loser sohee finally gets the girl.

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m0llygunn · 2 years ago

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boyfriend!eddie and reader having sex in the back of his van whilst it’s raining 😫

Hi! Thank you for the request! I got a little carried away with the love-y, poetic-y stuff but theres still all that smutty stuff too!

18+ only, please!

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It started slow then all at once. It was the kind of rain that warrants attention, the kind that demands you sit and watch.

So that’s what you and Eddie had done. It was the safer option as well, to pull off the highway instead of pressing all the way home through the storm. Instead, you pressed through until you got to the old field just on the cusp of Hawkins that you two used to visit when you had first gotten together.

It really was just a field. An old lot that you’re sure someone owns but hasn’t invested a lick of time into. Overgrown grass and a forested edge. Weeds and wildflowers weaved their way in and took claim to the land. The place is theirs but you and Eddie have been known to borrow it in the past. Not so much in the present.

Just you, Eddie, and the wildflowers.

It was where you first really hung out. In his van, doors propped open, letting the breeze in— it was where you got to know each other. It was home to the first time you held hands and the first time you shared a kiss. It was home to a lot of late nights where Hawkins seemed too overbearing and you both just needed to get away.

In a sweet way, it was kind of like a home to where your love for each other sprouted. You and Eddie used to say that there were just as many wildflowers out in the field as there were kisses you’ve shared here.

Beyond kisses, it was a place of innocence.

When you and Eddie grew to that stage of your relationship, you spent more and more time in his room, growing more and more familiar with each other. Eventually, you stopped coming to the field. As time passed, the tire tracks in the grass faded and once again, the field was a place that only the wildflowers reigned.

Today though— today, you pay the field a visit.

Heavy rain on petals, dripping from their leaves like tear drops, you’re greeted by the weeping wildflowers, more abundantly spread on the land than you remembered.

In the way the flowers appear to cry, it elicits a similar feeling inside you, like the swell of happy tears, born from being reunited with a lost friend.

Eddie puts the van in park, reaching his hand back across the center console to squeeze your thigh. “We’ve got a lot of kisses to catch up on,” he says, meeting your gaze and nodding his head towards the plethora of brightly coloured speckles amongst the vast green.

“Better get started then,” you laugh.

Like time had never passed, you and Eddie follow the same routine you used to. With a polite wave of his arm for you to go first and a gentle murmur of ‘ladies first’, you maneuver yourself to the back of the van with Eddie following suit.

You both kick off your shoes and you take your seat, the place that Eddie has always set for you. He swings the back doors open, letting the mist of the rain and the dimmed rays from the clouded sky in.

“Really raining, huh?” Eddie says as he settles next to you.

“Yeah, we needed it though. I would say the flowers needed it, but it looks like they’re doing just fine on their own,” you say fondly, scooting yourself to get a better view of the outside and coincidentally closer to Eddie. He does the same, shifting so he’s closer to you.

He brings an arm over your shoulder, pulling you flush to his side.

“So, those kisses…” he says, grinning at you.

“Smooth, very smooth,” you smile, tilting your chin upwards to him as an invitation.

Eager as always, he wastes no time closing the distance between you two.

Lips to lips, nose pressed against nose, he brings a hand to your jawline and he leans forward into you. Eager, very eager.

“Something tells me you want a little more than just kisses,” you laugh when he parts his lips from yours, trailing his pecks across your cheek and dipping them down to your neck. You practically feel his smirk against your skin.

“You know me so well,” he laughs softly, breath fanning over your skin.

You run your hands down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. He pulls away enough to help you remove it, flashing you a grin in the process. He’s not going to say it, but you both know he’s not the only one who wants a little more than just kisses.

His shirt thrown to the side, you run your fingers over his bare chest. The breeze coming in, and your gentle touch work in tandem to sprout goosebumps over his skin. He shivers, shaking his head gently, making you huff a soft laugh. He flashes you another smile, this time, hands grabbing to lift up your shirt.

“Let’s see how you like it,” he teases.

He pulls the cotton of your shirt up and over your head and before he has the chance to touch you, you already feel the crawl of goosebumps over your skin, as well as a light mist from the rain blowing in. Shivering immediately, Eddie laughs softly, but doesn’t hesitate to bring you close to him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you warmed up,” he teases, making you laugh.

His arms snaking behind your back, a quick tug on the clasp on your bra has it coming undone. He guides you downwards, helping you lay back onto the carpeted and blanket covered floor.

Both arms caging you in, he hovers over you, letting you still feel his radiating warmth, but leaving just enough space between you two to free you from your bra. His mouth spreads into a smirk as soon as your hardened nipples come into his view, already perked and pebbled from the chill.

“S’cold,” you whisper.

“Poor baby,” he coos.

He dips his face down, placing kisses to your collar bones and slowly working his way down. His hands rub your sides in long languid motions, careful friction with the intention of warming you up. At the same time, he presses his body to yours, sharing all of his warmth.

His kisses get lower and lower until he’s sucking harshly on your chest, each press of his mouth like a spark of warmth in your bloodstream. He’s doing a good job of keeping his promise to warm you up.

His mouth connects to your nipple, the heat of his mouth like a sweet relief that encompasses your whole body, all the way down to your core.

Your hands weave into his hair as his tongue swirls and sucks. When he switches sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, you hardly have the mind to feel the way the dampness of your skin nearly frosts in the air. No, instead, your hips cant upwards, seeking relief elsewhere now.

“Eddie,” you hum, tugging lightly at the roots of his hair.

He hums back with a raised inflection in his tone— asking you what you need without parting his mouth from you. You lift your hips again, the denim of your jeans meeting his lower belly with the way he’s positioned over you.

He removes his mouth from your chest with a wet ‘pop’ before looking up at you with a cute smile and contradictory dark eyes.

“Feeling warmer?” he asks through his grin.

“More,” you whisper pleadingly.

His smile deepens, eyes dancing in amusement as he passes his hands down your sides a final time, pushing himself up and giving himself the space he needs to remove both of your remaining clothes.

“You know,” he starts. His hands work at your pants, undoing them, while he spares you quick glances, a certain mischievousness lingering in each look your way. “They say if you ever meet somebody who might have hypothermia, you’re supposed to cuddle with them naked.”

“Funny,” you huff quietly, trying to stop the way your lips demand to tug up. You lift your hips for him as he shimmies your jeans down your body.

He meets your gaze once again with raised brows. “I’m serious, saw it on one of those survival shows,” he says as he throws your pants to the side.

You match his gaze, raising your brows to mirror his. “Eddie, you’ve already got me down to my underwear, don’t think I need any more convincing,” you reply with nothing but adoration for him in your voice. He laughs, and you beckon him forward, sitting up just enough to reach his pants, tugging the belt undone. Eddie helps you with the rest, freeing himself from both his denim and boxers.

“Hope nobody comes out here or they’re gonna see a whole lotta ass,” he says as he tosses his clothes next to yours.

You bring your hands to the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down and Eddie quickly takes over, pulling them the rest of the way down your legs and adding them to the pile of clothes.

“Nobody comes out here,”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause it’s not your ass on the line, it’s mine,” he laughs as he situates himself, guiding your knees outwards to make space for himself. His hardened cock demands your attention as it bobs in front of you, but you catch his gaze.

“They’d be lucky to see your ass,” you smile sweetly at him, knowing it’s the truth— that if someone did come out here, he’s the one in the direct line of sight, not you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smiles back, rolling his eyes. You huff a laugh through your nose, pulling him closer to you, making kissy lips at him. He indulges you, leaning forward and sweeping you up in a kiss that he’s quick to deepen.

With his body hovering over yours, he moves his forearm to rest on the floor under your shoulder to keep himself steady. His free hand snakes between the two of you, sliding along your lower belly until he reaches your mound. His fingers quickly breach your folds, gliding towards your already slicked hole. Groaning into the kiss, he gathers your wetness on his fingertips before moving back up to your clit.

Slow circles on your sensitive button, your breath hitches. At the same time, your hips buck— your body's way of demanding more.

The kiss becomes sloppy, wet, and full of your heavy pants. Eventually, you lose the capacity to move your lips against his as he continues his movements, speeding them up ever so slightly. Your chest rises and falls with your quickened breaths as he works you past just relief and well into the territory of explicit pleasure, heat blooming heavily in your lower belly.

“Need you t-t—“ you stutter, your own ragged breath interrupting your speech.

“Need me to what, baby?” Eddie asks, relishing in the way he has you worked up like this, nearly so far gone that you can hardly speak.

“Inside. You,” you moan, trying to gather your wits. “Please.”

“My girl wants to cum on my cock?” he says tauntingly, loving the sight of you like this. He speeds up his fingers and your hips stutter, the emptiness inside of you becoming too much to bear.

“Please,”

“I don’t know if you’re ready for it. Think you’re warmed up enough?” he taunts again, keeping his unrelenting pace on your clit.

“Mhm,” you hum in a strangled breath. “Please, Eddie.”

His movements on your clit stop and are replaced with the throb of need. Before your whined breath can carry up from your lungs, through your throat, and out your mouth, his cock is at your entrance pushing in, quickly bottoming out inside of you. He steals every ounce of your breath, pushing it from you in a heavy mewl, his own deep groan sounding in your ear as he leans in closer to you.

“Fuck, how’s that feel, baby?” he asks.

You suck in a breath, whining softly, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. He hums, encouraging you to answer his question.

“Feels good, Eddie.” you moan.

“Yeah?”

“Always feels good.”

Eddie presses another kiss to your cheek, followed by a quick peck to your lips before shifting. Taking both your knees in his hands, he tilts your hips upwards giving himself better leverage. As he does, he cock perfectly pushes against your g spot, knocking you breathless once again.

“Just like that, huh?” he rasps, watching you as you take steadying breaths, eyes already fluttering. You nod your head fervently, desperately needing him to move.

Meeting his gaze, he smiles softly, knowing exactly what you need.

Slowly but surely, he pulls his hips back from yours. Pushing back in, the head of his cock grazes that perfect spot again and you sigh contendently as your eyes flutter unrelentingly in your pleasure.

He finds a steady pace that has you moaning and mewling. Every stroke bringing you closer to the edge, the chilly breeze is a thing of the past. The way the rain patters against the van and the gentle sounds of the wind whispering through the air doesn’t breach your consciousness in the slightest. The only thing on your mind is Eddie— and when he brings his hand to your clit, continuing those pleasure filled little circles, your mind is reduced to nothing but a puddle of love for him and how he’s making you feel.

“F-fuck, feels so good,” he stutters, picking up his pace.

You feel the heat simmering in your belly and you know any second you're about to reach your peak. Grasping forward, you anchor yourself to Eddie with a desperate hand wrapping around his arm, clutching onto him with everything you have.

His breathing is ragged, grunts and groans decorating each thrust into you. Skin on skin, the sticky slapping and the wet obscenities with each pump give nature's sounds that echo through the field a run for their money.

He picks up his speed on your clit, abruptly pushing you right over the edge. Your body tenses, pulses, and stutters under him, washing you over in the euphoria of your high. Eddie’s not far behind as he chases you into the waters of pleasure.

With your hips jerking kinetically from his fingers on your clit, he relents his movements, pressing his hand to your hip, anchoring himself to you much as you had done to him. As his fingers press into your skin, his pace starts to become uneven.

With a low groan, he thrusts deeply into you, his hips meeting yours completely. The depth of his reach and sudden contact on your sensitive clit has you jolting, adding a second wave to your dwindling orgasm. Your muscles tense harshly, fluttering around him, making him nearly whine as he comes undone. Drawing from you once again, he continues slow, shallow thrusts, working himself through his release.

Your orgasm subsiding, you hum happily, still feeling the tingly remnants of pleasure in your body all the way from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. Eddie collapses besides you, not going far at all, mere inches from being halfways on top of you.

Reaching your hand over his back, you're met with his wet skin, more damp than just sweat, and you retract your touch out of surprise.

“S’just rain,” he mumbles into your skin. You return your touch, gliding it down the expanse of his drenched skin. You use your hand to slick it off from him.

“Didn’t know you were getting rained on,” you say, shaking the water from your hand before settling it back down against his back, cuddling closer to him.

“It’s only water,” he replies, lifting his head to see you, a grin pulled across his rosy face.

You both lie like that for a while, sharing whispers and each other's company before separating enough to put yourselves back together. In the moment you hadn’t noticed just how much rain was blowing in through the open doors. Only after the fact did you realize the way the carpet was heavily dotted with wet drops and how both yours and Eddie’s legs were coated in a misted dew. Eddie got the brunt of the rain, his whole backside dripping wet.

You helped him dry off, giving him kisses for his sacrifice despite him telling you it was well worth it. Once you were both redressed, you wrapped the two of you in one of the fuzzy blankets you keep back here.

“Why’d we stop coming here?” Eddie asks, pulling you in tighter to his side.

Tilting your face up towards him, you raise your brows as you meet his gaze. “Because you started only bringing me to your bed,” you reply, hiding your smile by pursing your lips. He laughs, face lights up with amusement, a deep smirk spreading across his face because he knows you’re right.

“Well, this was fucking amazing, I think we should do this more often,” he jest, pinching at your side. You squirm but he rubs his hand over the affected area, soothing the pinch and the tickles away.

With a warning raise of your brows, despite your unwavering smile, he takes the hint, placing a quick kiss to your cheek like a sugar coated apology.

You agree with him, you should come back here more often, but you don’t indulge him in that information just yet. Instead you redirect your gaze over the kingdom of wildflowers in front of you.

The rain, slowing to a drizzle, your eyes reap over the field, taking in the small details you used to be so well acquainted with. It’s both nostalgic and bittersweet. It’s the same place you once knew, yet, at the same time, it’s entirely different.

It’s a tender wash of feelings. The field flourished without you. Similarly, you and Eddie flourished without the field. It was a funny thing to come back like this— like both you and Eddie, and the field greeted each other so dearly, with heavy rain drops that felt like tears, only to show off the ways in which you’ve both grown since you’ve been apart.

Growing is a part of life, as it is a part of love, both of which you’ve become familiar with ever since you met Eddie. Before, you thought love was supposed to be fiery crimson and vibrant magenta, heavily embellished with love hearts and fireworks. As time has gone on, you’ve grown to understand that love has shades. Love can be vivid and flashy and extravagant, but it can also be the simple things.

Right now, love is an overgrown field, hued blue from the overcast sky, with green grass sprinkled in pink, orange, yellow, and red confetti. Love is rosy cheeks and rain misted skin. Love is simple, natural. Love is you, Eddie, and the wildflowers.

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Thank you! hope you like it <3

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writtenbyan-aries · 5 months ago

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can you do a fic that’s like either sam finding out reader is pregnant or like dad sam both would be good if not one them is fine!

∶ Summary: anon sums it up

∶ Warnings: pregnant!reader, swearing, morning sickness, dad!Sam, birth, fluff

∶ Word count: 3.9k

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“What if you’re pregnant?”

You freeze, staring at your friend across the table, “Shut up, that’s not- don’t even put that out there.”

“I’m serious.” She leans forward, “You haven’t really touched your dinner and you get this every. Single. Time we come here. You’re not getting your normal marg. Something is going on.”

“I ate before I came, and I’m just not feeling like a drink tonight.” You shrug, “Simple explanation, Rey.”

She furrows her brows, “Mhm. Okay. Well, I’m just saying, that id take a test if I were you, you just never know- when was your last period?”

“Like two weeks ago.” You shrug, “It’s never on time, I’ve always had that issue. Nothing new.” You slide your hand to your stomach, “Or maybe I’m getting it here soon, I have been bloated, and that’s normal before I get my period.”

“Okay.” She smiles as she flags down your waiter, “Hi, yeah. I’m going to need some boxes and the check please.”

“We’re leaving already?” You lean forward and she stares at you, “We have bigger fish to fry and gossip over dinner. We need to find out if you’re with child or if Mother Nature is just toying with you.”

As you make your way to the car, you slow down, choking back the urge to throw up. You take a deep breath, trying not to make Rey possibly anymore right.

You open the door, getting in and she looks at you, “You look pale, are you okay?”

You nod, “Y-yep. Uh huh.”

“Are you going to throw up?”

You nod, leaning out of the open door and she leans over to hold your hair back, “It’s okay. You’re good.” She rubs your back with her other hand, “Get it out.”

You lean back, letting out a sigh, “Oh I feel better.”

“Here.” She hands you a piece of gum and you take it, “Thanks.” She starts to drive and you rest your head back, “Do you think Sam will hate me if I’m pregnant?”

“Oh my god, no. I think he’ll be estatic.”

“You think?”

She nods, “Do you see the way he lights up when your nephew is around? How he babbles like an idiot with him and pretends he knows what he’s saying?” She scoffs, “Sam is the best guy you can ever have as the father of your child.”

You rest your hand on your stomach, “You know, a part of me is scared to death, but knowing I’ll have Sam to go through it with me.. just makes me feel better.”

“It should. You need someone who is going to be there for you, and he sure as hell will.” She smiles at you, “I think this will be a good thing.” She holds her hand up, “If you are, you know. We don’t want to jump to any conclusions.”

You nod, “Yeah, no. You’re right. You’re right.”

She pulls up to the drug store and you shake your head, “If I get out, I’ll throw up again.” She lays a hand on your arm, “I will go get it. You stay right here, okay? Do you need anything else?”

“A candy bar, maybe?” She laugh, “I’ve been wanting chocolate all damn day.”

“Got it. Be right back.”

You watch as she leaves and your phone ringing causes you to jump. You pull it from your purse and smile when you see Sam across the screen, “Hey, baby.”

“Hey. I just wanted to call you before we boarded. How was dinner with Rey?” Sam says through the phone, and you smile bigger, “It was good, you know, normal girl gossip. How many hours is your flight again?”

“Five. We should land around three and then I’ll be home around five. That’s if we don’t have any issues with our luggage like last time.”

“Hopefully not. I’ll try and stay up, but I’m not making any promises.” You laugh, which causes Sam to chuckle, “You don’t have to wait up, baby. I’ll wake you up when I get home.”

“Okay. Have a safe flight, I can’t wait to see you.” You rest your elbow against the door and he sighs, “I’m so excited to see you. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you.” You tilt your head, “I love you.”

“I love you. See you soon.”

“See you soon.”

You hang up and let out a sigh as you see Rey walking back out. She gets to the car and slides in, “I got two boxes, each has two tests and oh.” She pulls out a candy bar and you gasp, snatching it from her hands, “Oh I love you. Thank you.”

You tear open the wrapper and take a bite, groaning as it’s everything you wanted all day, “So good.”

“Good. Now let’s go see if you’re pregnant.”

You chat about the possibly and what to expect, your worries and such the whole way home. You walk in, turning on the lights before making your way to the bathroom.

Rey already has one open and ready for you to take before you even turn the bathroom light on, “Here.”

You look at her and take it, “Thanks.. I will..“ you sigh, “Can you come with me?”

“Right behind you.” She follows you in, closing the door and you sit down to pee on the stick. You set it on the counter, resting your hands in your face before standing up.

As you’re buttoning your jeans, you hold your stare on Rey, “I’m going to need you to look at it for me.”

She nods and leans forward, hand slapping over her mouth, “There’s already two lines. What the fuck!” You lean in, your own hand slapping your own mouth as your eyes fixate on the already darkened first line, “Oh holy fuck.”

“You’re going to have a baby!” She pulls you in for a hug, “I know you’re in shock right now, but I’m here.”

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as you hug her right, “I’m suddenly so scared right now.”

“That’s okay. What you’re feeling is totally and one hundred percent okay.” She leans back, cupping your cheeks, “You have people to help, I promise.”

You nod, “I think I’m going to take the other one here as soon as I can pee again. Oh my god, that wasn’t even a minute.”

“I know!” She scoffs, “Do you know when Sam will be home?” You nod, “He called me when you were in the store, he was getting ready to board. He has a five hour flight, so he’ll be home really early tomorrow morning.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

You shrug, “It’s up to you. I’m going to get a shower and probably come back down to watch tv.”

“Okay, I’ll stay until you’re done with your shower.”

She sat in the bathroom while you showered, mostly talking about how excited she is, and you. Yes, you were nervous, but you couldn’t help but think about Sam being a dad.

After you showered and changed, she hung out a little bit more before leaving.

You were sat on the couch, curled up under the big blanket Sam got you for Christmas. Your hand was pressed to your belly as you scrolled through nursery aesthetics on Pinterest.

You slowly felt yourself drifting to sleep, phone falling from your hand onto the floor as you let the much needed sleep in.

A few hours later, you felt a hand gently shaking you awake, “Hey. Y/n, I’m home.”

You gasped, sitting up as you see Sam bending down to pick up your phone, “You must have dozed off down here.” He laughs and you reach out, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He sits next to you, pulling you into his chest, “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He goes to stand up, but you stop him, “No, I need to tell you something.”

You could hear his heart beat harder in his chest, “Okay? What’s up?”

You sit up, reaching into your sweatshirt pocket, “I wanted to do something more extra but I wanted you to know as soon as you got home.”

You hold out your hand and he takes the test, a small gasp leaving his lip, “Oh.. my god.” He studies the positive line, tilting his head as he sniffles, “Are you okay?”

You nod, “Other than being sick and bloated, I was just really anxious on how you were going to react.”

“I’m happy if you’re happy, y/n.” He leans in to kiss your head, “I’m actually really excited. Holy shit.” He laughs, pulling you in for a hug, “Were going to be okay, we can do this.”

“Rey was with me and she kept reassuring me that you weren’t going to freak out.” You laugh slightly, “Ever since the day you left, I’ve had this anxiety that I just couldn’t get over. I’d cry over everything, but I didn’t want you to worry while you were filming with Colby.”

He shakes his head, “No. if you need me, you call me. Text me. Whatever. You come before the channel, baby.” He pulls you into him, “Especially now. You need anything I swear I will drop what I’m doing and get to you as fast as I can.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you sniffle as you squeeze them shut.

“Hey, hey.” Sam leans back, tilting your chin up. His thumbs swipe away the stray tears, “It’s okay. It’s okay. Look at me.”

You open your eyes, blinking out a few tears before looking up at him.

He gives you a small smile, “It’s okay. I’m happy to do whatever it is you need. I promise.” He gently runs his thumb over your cheek, “Well figure it out over time, alright?”

You give him a nod, “Alright.”

Over the next few months, Sam was anxious himself, more or less leaving you alone for more than a few hours in a day.

You didn’t want him to miss out, or completely stop doing what he does, so you opted to go with him for as long as you could. Of course Colby knew, he was the first person you guys told together, and he was beyond excited.

He made sure you were good, probably just as much as Sam.

You stayed in the hotels close to their investigation sites, receiving calls and texts from Sam every so often, just to check in.

He was at your every beck and call, doing anything you needed, no matter how silly or stupid you thought it was. You wanted something sweet or salty that you didn’t have in the house or wherever, he went out and got it.

No matter where you were, he would make sure you were right by his side, his arm wrapped around you, hand resting on the side of your baby bump.

You didn’t fully confirm anything. You wanted to wait until you actually had the baby before posting anything about it, but it’s not like you were full on hiding it.

You seen a few fans speculate, some people zooming in on pictures to see if you have a bump or not, you really thought it was funny in a way.

You were nearing the end of your pregnancy and you couldn’t fly anymore, which worked out perfect because Sam and Colby had already lined up a few months break to go over their channel and what not.

You were pacing around the nursery one night, making sure you had everything you knew you needed.

“Baby, it’s two in the morning.” Sam’s voice gently breaks the silence, “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

He walks over to you, gently sliding his hands on your hips. You let out a sigh, leaning back into him, “I’m just.. worried we don’t have everything.”

“I made sure we did at the baby shower, both your mom and my mom helped me do it.” He runs a hand up to gently squeeze your shoulder, “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

You nod, gasping as you try not to cry. You turn, wrapping your arms around his torso, “I think it’s finally hitting me that it’s not going to just be us anymore.”

“It’s a big change, sweetheart.” Sam whispers as he runs his hand over your hair, “But if it makes you feel any better, this has only made me love you so much more.”

You smile, looking up at him, “I didn’t think I could love you anymore than I already do.” You laugh, “You have been..” you sniffle, “You’ve been such a big help to me, and I know I’ve been crazy with the demands-“

“You’re not crazy, it’s just stuff that comes with being pregnant. You like things and you hate things, I don’t fully get it, but I get it, baby.” He tucks hair behind your ear, “You’re doing just fine, okay?”

You nod, “Thank you.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, tilting your chin up to kiss your lips, “I love you. So, so much.”

“I love you.” You smile and wrap your arm around him as you make your way back to bed.

The next night, you sat up in bed, your hand flying over to slap Sam’s arm, “Sam. Sam.” He sits up instantly, “Hey, hey. What’s going on?”

“I think, I’m having contractions.” You lay your hand on your stomach, “Yeah.” You breathe out, “Shit, ouch.” He lays his hand on your back, “I’ll get the bags, is there anything you need me to do?”

You shake your head, “No, I’ll call-“ you take a deep breath, “I’ll call my mom, and your mom.” He nods pressing a kiss to your head, “Okay, if you need me just yell. I’lll be right back.”

You nod, watching as he flicks the light on and slips on a sweatshirt. He grabs your packed bags and runs them down by the door.

You call your mom, then Sam’s mom before getting out of bed. You make your way over to grab a sweatshirt and as you’re standing there, you feel a gush, “Sam!”

“What happened?” He runs in, stopping when he sees the small puddle by your feet, “Yeah, I’m going to say your water broke. Come on, I got you.” He walks over, helping you down the steps and out to the car.

He runs back to grab the bags and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to breathe through each contraction you have.

Sam takes your hand, not letting it go until you reach the hospital.

You make your way inside and you’re taken up to the labor floor. You’re admitted and changed into a gown. Sam is right by your side, wiping the sweat from your forehead and pressing kisses to your head, “You’re doing so good, baby.”

You let out a pained groan, “Oh my god. This fucking hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He rests his head onto yours as you reach up to hold his neck, “Okay.” You sigh, “That one is over.” You laid there panting, turning your head to press a lazy kiss to his lips, “When are they coming back in to check?”

“Should be a few minutes.” He squeezes your hand, “Do you want me to call them?”

You nod, “Yes, something- I think he’s coming out.”

He nods pressing your call button, the nurse comes in and Sam tells her what’s happening and her face goes from a smile to shocked, “Okay, yeah, y/n. I’m going to need you to refrain from pushing, okay? I can see his head, I need to get your doctor in here.”

You sit up slightly and Sam wraps his arm around you, “Don’t push. Try not to.”

“I’m trying.” You gasp, tears welling into your eyes as you let out a loud groan, “S-shit. Sam. Sam.” You grab his shirt and pull him closer, “I-I-“ you tilt your head back, doing everything in your power to not push, it was like the lower half of your body had a mind of its own.

You knew you couldn’t, but it was trying so hard to push.

“I hear we’re ready to have a baby.” A woman walks in, quickly gowning up, “Alright, y/n.” She positions herself at the lower end of your bed and she looks up at you, “Big push, alright?”

“Big push, baby.” Sam whispers, “You got it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, pushing as hard as you can. You felt dizzy, you felt hot and sweaty. You let out a groan as you came to the end of your push.

“Doing so good, so so so good.” Sam brushes the damp hair from your face, “I’m so proud of you. He’s almost here.”

“Another push.” The doctor orders and you take a deep breath, shaking your head, “I-I can’t, Sam. I-It-“

He squeezes your hand in his, “You can, I know you can. You have to push now, sweetheart. You have to.” He rests his forehead against yours, “One more and he’ll be here.”

You whine, taking a deep breath before giving it all you have.

You felt another gush and something so weird you don’t even know how to explain. The sound of crying causes you to snap your head open and you gasp, immediately bursting into tears, “Oh my god.”

“You did it!” Sam says through tears, “You did it, baby. There’s our boy!” He presses multiple kisses to your forehead, “I’m so proud of you.”

You look up at him with a smile, tears streaming down your cheeks as he presses kisses to your lips.

The nurse brings the baby up, laying him on your chest and you immediately fell more in love with the little face staring back at you.

“He’s perfect.” Sam whispers, gently running his fingers over the baby’s head, “You did so good, baby.” He kisses your head and sniffles, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You kiss him and he smiles, “He’s so.. I can’t even explain it.” He laughs, “Oh I’m so proud of you.” He rests his cheek on your head as he stares down at the little bundle on your chest.

A little bit later, after your moms came in, Colby is brought in.

Colby immediately walks up to Sam, giving him a hug before moving to you. He wraps his arms around you, “How are you? How are you feeling?”

You smile, “I’m exhausted.”

“I’m sure.” He runs his hand over your hair, “I’m so happy for you guys, now where is little man?” He looks around and stops as Sam brings him over.

Colby smiles, walking up to him, “Oh my god, look at him.” His smile drops as he sees the name on the blanket he wrapped in, “Are you- is that-“ he looks from Sam to you and you nod.

Sam gently lay the baby in Colby’s arms, “Colby, I want you to meet Cole Golbach.”

Colby’s eyes immediately well up with tears and his lips quivers as he tries to speak but he can’t. He lays a hand over his eyes and shakes his head.

You instantly burst into tears and Sam follows, quickly wiping them away, “Consider this a thank you for just you being you. You were always there for not only me, but for y/n, too, and we couldn’t think of a better name to give him. We love you, man.”

Colby holds his hand out, pulling Sam into a hug.

Cole makes noise and Colby looks down, “Yeah that’s right, buddy. When people ask, you get to tell them you’re named after the best uncle ever.”

Colby comes over and hugs you, “Thank you, both.” You smile, nodding as you watch him walk over to the chair and sit with the new baby in his arms.

You hold out your arm when Sam comes to sit next to you. You lean into him, letting out a small sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I think he loves him just as much as we do.” Sam whispers and you nod, “He sure does.” He kisses your head, “You did so good, mama. I’m so beyond proud of you.”

A few days later, you were settled in at home.

You were laying on the couch, trying go rest, but you couldn’t help but watch Sam in dad mode. He was great. He was holding him against his chest, humming quietly as his fingers ever so gently tapped his back.

“You’re so good with him.” You whisper with a smile, “I could watch this all day.”

He smiles, walking over to sit next to you. You lean against his arm, eyes focused on the sleeping baby, “He looks so much like you.”

Sam smiles, “I was thinking he looked like you.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “I don’t see it, but thank you.” He nods, soothing the baby when he starts to fuss. He stands back up, bouncing him in his arms, “I think he needs a diaper change.”

You go to get up, but Sam shakes his head, “No, I got it. You lay back down. I’ll be back in a minute.”

You watch as he walks away and you shake your head, letting out a gentle sigh as you settle back into the couch. A few minutes later, Sam returns and he walks over to lay him down in the bassinet.

He makes sure he’s asleep before coming to sit with you. You lay your legs over his lap and his hands brush gently up and down your shins, “Remember how you said you wanted to do something extravagant when you found out you were pregnant?”

You nod, looking over at him, “Yes?”

He takes a deep breath, moving to kneel in front of you on the floor, “I’m in the same place, but right now, it just feels like there isn’t anything better than this.”

Your eyes search his face, dropping down to watch him pull a box from this hoodie pocket, “Sam.” You can’t help but smile as he opens the box, “When Colby and I went to that old hotel, we didn’t just go there. I went there to get this, too.”

You feel tears welling in your eyes and you cover your lips with your fingers, “You can give me the speech, but I’m saying yes regardless.” You laugh and he laughs, sniffling as he pulls the ring from the soft velvet cushion, “I knew I wanted to marry you from day one, I just never knew when the right time would be, but now that we’re here, I feel like it would be wrong if I didn’t ask you to be my wife. I love you, so so much. There isn’t anyone else I would want to go through life with.” He pauses, “gosh, I didn’t think I’d cry like this.” He wipes his cheeks, letting out a sigh, “Will you please, do me the honor, and become my wife?”

“I love you.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his, “Yes, I will marry you.”

He slips the ring on your finger and pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours, “I love you. I love you so much.”

You wrap your arms right around his neck, sniffling, “I love you.”

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