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press play: alpha!steddie x omega!reader

(my blog is 18+)

authors note: hi i've been working on this for a bit and i hope u enjoy. special thanks to my loves, @lilacletter and @andvys for their constant support and feedback. feedback and requests are always welcomed.

warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of pain during sex

summary: while hosting the weekly movie night, eddie has a shocking revelation that leaves him and steve scrambling, but for more reasons than one.

The humid rain covered the patches of grass and dirt at Forest Hills Trailer Park, clouds of grey hiding the light blue sky. It was movie night, the one evening when Steve did something mildly rebellious by sneaking a VHS from Family Video after his Friday shift, which he will talk about until Eddie does something more nefarious.

Stormy days made Eddie feel peaceful, enjoying the soft background noise it provided and the coolness it brought to Hawkins. After long hours at the garage, he enjoyed smoking a bowl and listening to it as he strummed on his guitar.

Grabbing the blankets from his cupboard, Eddie placed them on the couch in a blue and black pile, throwing the decorative pillows to one side. A gentle knock hit the front door, blending in with the patter on the roof. His heavy footsteps hit the thin flooring, the friends outside noting his approach.

Swinging open the door, you and Steve greeted him with smiles, yours more genuine than the boy beside you. Walking in, he got a whiff of your light perfume, the one you had worn since high school that smelled of hydrangeas. In a flowing lilac sundress, a pale yellow cardigan covered your exposed shoulders, leaving your neck open.

Along with securing the entertainment, Steve picked you up from your job on the way over, showing up around an hour after Eddie got off of work. He made sure to get rid of the smell of oil and grease, throwing his coveralls in the washer and jumping in the shower.

He’d spray some cologne on, but dress casually in sweats and a band tee. Mainly because he didn’t have the energy to redress when the night was done and that his hands would be shoved in them as soon as the door locked.

“What’s on the schedule for tonight, Harrington?” Eddie asked, shutting the door behind you both removed your shoes. Bending down to your Mary Janes, Steve and Eddie shared an accidental glance, both trying to see if the other was indulging in the not-so-friendly glance.

“The Lost Boys,” He announced with a smirk, “Just came in, not even in our system yet, I have the morning shift Sunday, so no one will know a thing.”

You gasped, excitedly rising on your white sock-covered toes, grabbing the VHS from Steve’s hands. Eddie had been excited to see the film, even loved it, but he also knew about your bias for the Corey’s; Haim and Feldman.

“I’m giving you two opportunities to say something about Thing 1 and Thing 2, that’s it!” Eddie protested, smirking as you gasped, smacking his chest. But Eddie’s playful comments couldn’t detour your mood, not when the sexy vampires looked back at you.

Walking over to the couch, you sat and looked over the cover, looking over the red poster on the front. Eddie smiled at your joy, looking until the startling realization hit him. Steve could see him tense beside him, shooting a strange look in his direction.

“Hey, Steve I found this old VHS in my closet, let’s see if you guys have it at work!” Eddie spoke, cutting Steve off from his impending interjection, “Would you mind getting the popcorn started, sweetheart?”

You nodded, walking to the kitchen as the two boys departed to the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind them. Turning around, Steve threw his hands up in astonishment, accustomed to his friend's antics, but slightly annoyed.

“This is bad, we gotta get her out of here.” Eddie paced, “Or at least distracted.”

Furrowing his brows, Steve cocked his hip to the side, “Why the hell do we need to do that, she’s so excited-”

“I left porn in the VHS, man! I didn’t even properly stop it, so it’s going to come on full volume!” Eddie grits in a hushed tone, face blooming a fiery shade of red.

Both young men had presented as alphas a few weeks ago, confiding in each other about the inevitable awkwardness that followed. Many of their friends had yet to present, leaving them to navigate things on their own accord.

“Ah, dude.” Steve sighed, rubbing his palms down his flustered face, “Where did you even get that from, I see your rent history at work.”

Fumbling with his words, Eddie shot his gaze to the ground, scratching behind his head.

“I bought it from some dude, it’s an alpha and omega porn.” Eddie blushed, his fingernail slotting between his teeth as his foot tapped impatiently.

Due to the intensity being an alpha brought, it was hard to sedate one during the rut. He decided to track down a copy of some, watching it while out of his heightened sensitivity to ensure its authenticity. Most of the erotic films produced were by betas as they could keep their sexuality in check, abiding by a script or more than one partner.

He had experimented with those a few times, especially prior to becoming an alpha, but he needed more. It wasn’t enough to sedate him, typically becoming angry at the unsatisfying sex before him, furthering his resistance.

Staring back at him with intensity, Steve awaits some more of an explanation, secretly craving more details. Neither of them had mated with an omega, only going off of textbooks and their imagination.

“I’m taking that, repayment for all the movies I’ve taken.” Steve griped, thumb and index finger toying with the loose thread on his blue jeans on his thigh.

“What? Fuck no, I paid a lot of money for that shit, it’s perfect too. Looks just like-” Eddie snarled, cutting himself off before his secret fell through the cracks. While it happened by accident, the omega in the film was perfect for him.

Throwing his head back in annoyance, blinking slowly at the ceiling, Steve began to pace. No longer focusing on the idea you may see Eddie’s pervy secret, but the fact he needed to slip that in his bag somehow.

“Looks like who, Munson?” Steve sassed, watching Eddie’s eyes flicker to his door and back, “Holy shit, it looks like her, doesn’t it?”

Unbeknownst to them, you had made the snack, putting it in a large bowl on the coffee table in the living room. Not wanting to disrupt them, you popped open the plastic covering to the movie, hoping to prepare it for them.

Pressing the red button at the left corner of the remote, the static TV showed a bedroom, making your eyebrows furrow. It was far too low of quality to be a film, the audio slightly muffled while you adjusted it to the lowest volume. The grey hue on the screen made it almost eerie, a king-sized mattress with tan sheets in an indistinguishable location.

Sitting against the couch, you watched as a man and woman ferociously made out, making your cheeks sting. The woman had hair identical to yours, a body built similarly, and synonymous facial features. That aspect alone had kept you honed in on the blurry interaction, anticipating the next movements they would conduct as their clothes were removed.

The scene quickly intensified, heat flooding every area of your body, particularly between your legs. You had yourself or seen anyone present, but watching this, you knew it wasn’t betas. Catching a few glimpses at typical dirty flicks, they were not like this, usually with loud music playing in the background and extravagant moaning.

There were no backing vocals as the man freed himself from his boxers, his erection larger than anything you had ever seen and intruding between the woman’s legs as she cried out. The scene should’ve traumatized you as she cried, digging her fingernails into his clear skin in, presumably, pleasure.

But you couldn’t look away. Too infatuated by the way it created a stir in your body, pulling your knees to your chest, feeling your heart race within your chest. The erotic language used by them made your core melt, his unadulterated need to be inside of her as her unalloyed passion seeped into his ears.

Just a wall over, Steve and Eddie’s intense conversation had taken a turn for the worse at the knowledge of the resemblance between you and the woman. Instead of planning on how to navigate the situation, Eddie sat on his bed in shame, staring at the ground as he awaited Steve’s disgust. The question of how could he have seen their precious best friend this way, who wouldn’t harm the smallest of creatures and cared for them so deeply.

“I’ve thought about it too.” Steve stated, looking at the Metallica tour poster hung on the door, “Thought about how when her legs would brush past mine and that they weren’t always shaven, thinking that her bush must be similar.”

“Steve,” Eddie began, though no rebuttal was followed as he had also conceptualized this imagery even further.

Gulping his intensity down, Steve turned his body to face his friend, but didn’t look into his eyes. The clothes on his body felt freshly constricting than when he got dressed this morning, the room sweltering as he tossed off his jacket to the bed.

“She’s a neat girl, it’d be clean, but, fuck.” He chuckled, blushing at his own crass language, “Felt like such an asshole, wondering how she sounded, felt, and tasted.”

Mouth hung open in shock, Eddie’s breath added weight as he thought harder, sweat building beneath his pores. He wasn’t sure if this was for the better that both of them had thought these things as it didn’t validate the urges, but it felt better knowing he wasn’t alone.

“Thought about her begging for me, throwing her down on my bed and driving into her.” Eddie revealed, both boys now shooting daggers at Kirk Hammet’s tee on the poster that separates them from you.

“Having her over and trying to ignore how good she smelled, how pretty she’d look stuffed and pregnant.” Steve affirmed, Eddie’s cock lurching at the idea, his fists forming.

The boys knew it was vile to be discussing you like this, knowing if someone else had been saying these things about you, they would’ve killed them. However, the inner craving that had been clawing its way through their layers of restraint was growing thin, diminishing into small pieces in Eddie’s bedroom.

Time was lost on the three of you as you continued to examine the spectacle before you until it became unbearable. An unprecedented inundation wave of fear settled within you, your body trembling as tears filled your eyes, confused as you weren’t glum.

Standing on shaky limbs, you hit the pause button, racing to the nearby fridge to drink from the plastic water bottle inside. While refreshing, it did little to quell the requisite sprouting, stuck between the feeling of fleeing and crawling into a ball. Your amativeness was deliberately resonating between your legs, it only increased as you tried to recollect yourself.

Noises from beyond the wall shook the men from their illusion, their heads darting upwards as Eddie rose from his position on the bed. The air was thick, quickly pondered if you’d be able to notice the change in demeanor.

“I’m going home, sorry.” You squeaked in an absurdly raised tone, the quaint crack in your voice catching their attention immediately, their nerves dropping to their lower stomach. The worry that you had overheard them was evident as they looked at each other, almost tripping over their own feet to get out the door.

In a blur of yellow and lilac, you raced toward the door, legs still unsteady from the influx of hormones you felt.

Eddie noticed the paused screen before him, his fear becoming a reality as he noticed your unsettled state, blocking the door with his body before you could scurry away with your black shoes in hand. It was raining and you had been dropped off here, there was no way in hell you were walking home, nonetheless alone.

“Shit, let me explain, I swear I completely forgot it was in there,” Eddie began to divulge, looking at Steve for assistance, but caught his fierce glare on your cowering structure.

Looking mystified, he wondered what warranted this response from one of her closest friends, especially when it was mainly at the fault of himself and neither of them. You turned around, facing the boy behind you, dropping your shoes to the ground.

“Steve, what the fuck-” Eddie began, ready to berate him to no end for startling you, but neither of you flinched, only his eyes boring into yours.

“You need to tell us right now whether you want to go home or stay.” Steve rumbled, his voice merely leaving his chest unscathed, sharpening its potential dredges. He was trying not to express his fierceness, but the months of repression were crawling up his chill-adorned skin.

The realization hit Eddie with the equivalence of a head-on collision, nearly knocking him to his knees as he detected the change in energy not just within themselves, but with you.

Eddie was falling right behind him within his head, taking a step further to stand beside his friend. Your eyes flickered to his, hugging your own middle as they looked with preying eyes.

It wasn’t the boys making you unnerved, but rather the sensation itself, how each symptom became increasingly more evident with their presence. You were still unsure what was occurring, dampness coating your under eyes.

“I don’t want to leave.” You peeped, watching as their jaws tightened, a slight hint of urge within their glimmering iris’.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I think you’re presenting.” Eddie consoled, pulling at your heartstrings at their worry. You could only imagine what they were resisting, the primal urges with a fresh omega available to them. Still, you nodded, tentatively inching closer and tucking a stray strand of hair from Steve’s stern face to behind his ear.

He impetuously pulled you to his body, lifting you with ease as your legs wrapped around his waist, meeting you with a kiss. His mouth tasted pleasant, a hint of mint on him along with the iced tea he had been drinking earlier in the car.

As if preordained, he took you to the bedroom, kicking the door open and closed with his foot. Only Eddie stopped it from hitting his face, a scowl on his features as he heard you whimper into his touch. He set your body on the unmade bed, about to climb up onto it.

“Alright, asshole, this is my house.” He proclaimed, wrenching Steve up from over your body, assuming his position.

Eddie’s mouth was different than Steve’s, but equally alluring. The mint was more prominent on his tongue, due to his adamant scrubbing before you arrived, but with the faintest hint of tobacco from his lunchtime cigarette. His caress was much more gentle, but equally feverish.

Steve caressed your sides, fingers trailing against the seams of your dress, his mouth meeting your neck and jawline. The wet pecks littered your skin, overwhelming your once coherent senses into pure urgency. The pain settled in your pelvic opening, fire spreading against your bones as sweat came from your skin.

The heaving didn’t go unnoticed by the boys, pulling away and stroking you, Eddie removing the hairs from your forehead as Steve sat you up. With the other boy now on his haunches, Steve maneuvered the sweater to the floor, tossing it to the side and letting his shirt join.

Eddie soon removed his, smirking as he watched your awestruck expression at his frame. You sat up, scooting to sit against his headboard as they glanced at you. The layers of taut clothes began to irritate them further, grumbling to stand and forcing their pants off. Steve sighed at the alleviation sans the denim, while Eddie appreciated the lack of contact on his throbbing member.

They planted their knees on the bed, Eddie to your right and Steve to your left. Subtly under gawking, their brown eyes fixated on you, the longer-haired of the two outstretching his inked arm to raise your dress.

“M’sorry.” You murmured, their eyes softening at your quivering voice, looking down to see what you were referencing. Groaning in strange harmony, they saw your slick had basined the sheets beneath you.

Mistaking that for disdain, panic grew in your brain, “I can go, I can walk home.” The comment was made in a haze, both boys knowing that even stepping outside would be dangerous like this.

“Shh, it’s okay, that’s what we want. Means we get to help you.” Steve cooed, his hand sliding to your thighs, fingertips skimming your sopping core.

“I liked the video.” You whispered, a wicked grin on Eddie’s face as he pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your floral-printed panties and skin-colored bra. The garments kept you fully covered, but it only spurred their enthusiasm, feeling like opening a Christmas gift.

“Did you?” Eddie teased, fingers dipping beneath the thin fabric and against your dripping heat, “Oh fuck.” He shivered at the brush of skin, hips jutting in the air as his nose nuzzled against your cheek.

“Are you guys that big?” You gasped, Steve’s hands cupping your breasts as Eddie continued feeling your folds.

The attempted stifle of their laughs didn’t work due to the close proximity of your bodies, feeling the change in lips and hand placement. Eddie snaked his hand to your back, letting the brasserie fall down your shoulders until he pulled it off.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that, honey, we’ll take care of you.” Steve purred, the words alone making you mewl, back arching into his touch. He went to your hipbone, ripping each side of your underwear to veer them off easily.

With Eddie perched on his arm and laid on his side, your body slotted beside his as Steve went to pull off his boxers. Only catching the faintest glance, you gulped as he settled between your legs. Jitters boiled within you at the unknown, a flash of doubt in your head over if this would be detrimental to the years of friendship, but the egregious pain took control.

There was truly no one you felt safer with than them, but the brisk shift from even half an hour ago to now was shocking. It felt unreal as they touched you, being mollified into a world where they were the rulers.

While you had contemplated being with either of them, the thoughts rolling like a rolodex in your head were pathetic. The pitiful thoughts convinced you that you would do anything to make them happy, crying at their feet and kissing the ground they walked on for even a juncture of their recognition.

His thick mushroom tip prodded your entrance, yelping at the stretch as he inched in, the other man slinging an arm around your waist to pull you closer. He pressed kisses on the sides of your face, his brief-clad cock pressed against your thigh, feeling his subdue jut forward.

Choking on air, the burn intensified in your body, the new propensity to weakness you had been experiencing crashing in. A sob wracked through, much to their concern mentally as their bodies betrayed them, only becoming harder.

“It’s okay, omega, it’s okay. We’ve got you.” Eddie cooed sweetly, tilting your face towards his and kissing you gingerly.

While alphas did dominate, they too faced vulnerability in their desire, wanting nothing more than to assist their omega through their turmoil. None of them had even heard of two alphas and an omega, or vice versa, making this no-mans land. Still, their typical kind selves percolated through the intense exterior, making your comfort at the forefront of their concerns.

Your hands were clutching air as you tried to find some way to hold onto them, the magnitude of your disarray becoming evident. Senses that belonged to an omega enacted, you coveted their approval, now brutally cognizant of their own needs.

To be an omega is to satisfy your alpha, just as an alpha is meant to tend to its omega. The delicate balance of the feeling of vulnerability mended into fulfillment. So with two alphas at your side, it felt near impossible, worrying you would leave one distraught. Thankfully, the boys weren’t in their ruts, so their stream of consciousness was far clearer.

“Hey, hey.” Steve gently called, watching your eyes focus on him, “There she is, you have to stay with us, pretty girl.” The term of endearment made your walls flutter, reminding you how deep he truly was.

The incomprehensible babbling leaving your puffy lips leaves them concerned, Eddie possessing the aptitude to slip his thumb against them, drawing it into your mouth in an assuring manner.

“Want your… in my mouth, please.” You sweetly puled to them both, not bringing yourself to the vulgarity that they could fill in on their own.

Exchanging a glance, Eddie was pulling his briefs off, shuddering in relief as he met the air. The man currently between your legs benignly slipped from you, a surge of torment knocking the wind from you, gasping. Much to your relief, Eddie soon took his spot, beginning to insert himself as you met Steve’s eyes.

Taking his large hand around his own throbbing manhood, he collected your abundant desire with locked eyes, licking it from his palm. The sight stifled you, back arching as Eddie tried his best to make it as comfortable as possible. Sending a glare at his friend, he mumbled for him to stop, leaning down to hover over you.

Just as the tip had fit snugly, Steve shot you a sly wink, making you wail and curl into Eddie’s chest. When he got halfway in, he sat up and smacked Steve’s chest who held his hands in surrender.

“M’sorry he’s mean, angel.” He murmured, kissing your hairline and then your lips, feeling your tension dissolve with each slot of your lips. Pulling away with a strand of spit, it spills down your chin and chest, dripping between your sensitive breasts.

“I’m sorry about the teasing, honey. Just the tip, pull away if it’s too much, okay?” Steve smiled, leaning down to kiss your head as you got up on your elbows. Tsking, he put some pillows behind your back, propping you up with ease.

Tongue falling out, he slid the most sensitive part of himself against you, shuddering as you enclosed it with a suck.

The pleasure consumed you, your leg kicking out subconsciously, which Eddie caught quickly as you whined. They both chuckled, Eddie’s ringed hand going to clutch your hip to hold you still, his thumb inching towards your clit. Ghosting the bundle of nerves, you gasped, choking with your head bobbing.

Hand springing down to smack it away, he retreated, apologizing as Steve wiped the tears that sprang from your eyes. Fighting the urge to let your eyes close and have them use you, you focused on their torsos. Skin you had seen in glimpses before, but in more neutral settings, but now you could feel the tuft of hair brushing against your body.

Eddie’s was pale, black ink on his arms and chest, plans to add more soon. Steve was golden, somehow maintaining a tan through the brisk Indiana weather. Both with brown hair, Eddie’s remained unruly as Steve kept it in top shape, making you want to pull it. Looking up at the boy’s hazel eyes made you choke again, whimpering as he pulled out.

The boys exchanged a look, trying to decipher what their next move was as you succumbed to the bliss of Eddie fucking you. Steve went to sit behind you, thigh on each side as he wrapped his arms around you, feeling his throbbing cock against your warm skin.

The tickle of Steve’s stubble hit your cheek, making you squirm as one of his arms kept you pressed to him, the other playing with himself. Eddie continued his pace, speeding up slightly as he felt his end growing near.

As an alpha, you not only need sexual satisfaction, but an emotional one too. So while Eddie may be fucking you, he’s not able to coddle you like Steve is doing as he watches you kiss. Steve is thriving with the affection, but his cock is feeling quite neglected after feeling you and resorting back to his hand.

“Almost there, shit. Let go, baby.” Eddie mumbled, glancing up at his friend who nodded, his own pace increasing. It was clear you were a bit far gone, looking at them in a trance as they maneuvered you.

Steve gripped both of your thighs, spreading them wider for Eddie to speed up and restricting your arm movement while he touched your clit. The wail that came filled the room, fat tears rolling down your hot cheeks as your body began to shake.

“I can’t, just give me your knot!” You shivered, the foreign feeling startling you, control slipping through your fingertips as they played you like a fiddle.

“You won’t get my knot if you don’t come.” Eddie growled, his chest vibrating in the unusually low register he had taken on.

The choice of dominance was shown to be a mistake as your lip wobbled, mustering out a “What?”

Eddie looked up in fear as you began to panic, Steve trying his best to restrain and calm you after smacking his friend upside the head.

“It’s okay, omega, he didn’t mean it.” Steve cooed, “He’s going to give you every last drop.” Your body seemed to relax more, but it was still on edge, your mind responding quicker to the words of assurance.

The man inside of you’s lip’s reached yours feverishly, catching you midbreath as the one behind you scattering kisses on your neck. The heat radiating off of their bodies increased your excruciation, but lured you to your impending fate.

The jubilant conclusion hit you hard, neither of their paces faltering as you gushed, Eddie’s hips bearing down as he released inside of you and Steve following soon after on his hand, teeth prodding into your shoulder.

Radio static filled your senses as you lay between them, forgetting where you were or any worldly concepts. The room’s heavy weight had been lifted, a tranquil aura in its place as the boys regulated their breathing. Steve’s eyes fluttered open, vision focusing on you slouched against his chest, panting.

“You did so good, omega.” He cooed, earning a squeak in return as you opened your eyes, looking at him before he kissed your head. Eddie kissed the same place, stroking your hip lovingly.

As his swelling diminished, Eddie slipped from your hold, making you whimper. Both hushed you reassuringly, Steve laying back after cleaning himself and bringing you with him, letting you curl against his chest.

Eddie vanished into the trailer and returned with water and snacks, the popcorn and candy from earlier mixed in the bowl. Steve would scold him for not bringing a more nutritious choice, but also knew he likely had nothing in his pantry.

With the exhaustion covering your eyes, you rubbed them with your fists, Eddie joining you on the bed as you sat up.

“Can we watch the movie now?” You yawned, grabbing a piece of the tepid popcorn, popping it in your mouth, and wincing at the kernel. Eddie moved to sit at your side now, leaning back against the propped-up pillows.

Steve scoffed, finger aimlessly running against your bareback, feeling the small divots he had only witnessed in stolen glances. He was feeling exhausted and couldn’t imagine you would feel far more energized, seeing your sluggish movements.

“I want to see my boyfriends, The Corey’s, on screen.” You protested with a lazy smile, settling beside them as they dramatically gasped and grimaced.

However, this playful banter now felt more authentic, giving each other a look above your head. They both felt the instant fire igniting at the mention of another man, someone else having you in this way, and it made them sick. Neither considered themselves possessive, a bit protective, but nothing egregious until now.

“I’m burning that tape.” Eddie grumbled as you whined, making him smile at his subtle victory.

“Don’t you dare, it’ll come out of my paycheck.” Steve grumbled, his fingers working through a knot in your hair as you looked at both of them in rapture, Eddie fixing the blanket over your body.

Twisting to find a place of solace, you attempted to be weighed down by their frames, squishing beneath Eddie’s arm and shoulder before attempting to move Steve’s on the other side of you.

“What’re you doing?” Eddie remarked with a grin, lifting his arm so you became confined between his bicep and ribcage.

“Want you both on top of me.” You grumbled as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, it made sense in your mind that had been scrambled like puzzle pieces for the past hour, finally making a semblance of a picture.

Yanking his arm up, you nuzzled beneath, humming contently at his warm skin, spotting the small freckles spread across the expanse of his back. Steve cuddled behind you while the other man twisted to face you, sandwiching you between them.

The occasional peck to your skin from both of them occurred every few minutes, like they had forgotten you were there before having an epiphany, mending their own succor as their adrenaline settled again.

As your own epinephrine began to appease, it was exchanged for a solid slumber, safe between the bodies of the two people you trusted the most.

The next morning came like a gentle breeze, the younger of the two boys rousing from his sleep, flummoxed by his surroundings till the events of the night before came to a head. Grabbing his boxers from the floor, he pulled on the grey clothes and realized parts of your clothes were missing.

Uneasiness fluttered in his chest as he shook Eddie who rose much quicker than anticipated, putting on his own underwear before they looked out into the rest of the trailer. The idea of you alone right now was enough to make them go mad, eyes scanning over every inch of the small abode.

“You don’t think she left, do you?” Steve whispered, pondering the question that loomed between the two of them as they went back into the bedroom. Just as they did, a scuffle sounded from behind his closet door, signaling them closer.

The apprehension in their shoulders loosened as they realized you were likely nesting, a common practice for omegas during their heats, explaining why both of their shirts were now missing. The wooden door creaked as it slid, uncovering you in a pile of clothes, sporting Steve’s top and surrounded by Eddie’s garments.

“Hi, pretty girl.” Steve smiled, watching as you reflected it with more timidity, burrowing your face into the mountain beneath you. The mix of their natural scents and colognes blended into a perfect dose to sedate your wavering sensibilities.

As content as you were, they were antsy to dote on you, giving the other a quick look that secretly confirmed the paired thought. Eddie put his hand in the pile, feeling around cautiously before skimming down your nose, feeling a playful nip once he reached your lips.

A warning tap hit your nose without an ounce of malice, making you scrunch your features, pressing a kiss to the afflicted area on him. You rose from your cave, patting down your hair that had been mangled in your sleep and this morning.

Waking up in a fog, a wanton urge surged through you, foraging any piece of them left discarded on the floor. The room felt too big, a massive counterargument to the typical stuffy feeling you experienced previously, and you tried to find a suitable spot to relocate.

The daunting thought of deviating from the bedroom was too much for you as you scanned over the messy boys' bedroom, settling with the closet. Moving some of his forgotten trinkets to the side, there was a perfect place for you and your findings, surrounding the open space with their aroma.

Shuffling forward to them, they engulfed you in a shared hug, selfishly inhaling your new prominent scent that was not as noticeable yesterday upon first presenting. Your change in body language caught them before your mind processed it, stiffening and too aware of the skin on yours.

“Eds, Stevie.” You mewled, eyes closed with lips against Eddie’s pulse point, breath quickening as your brain caught up.

“It’s okay, we got you.” He mumbled, rising up as Steve helped you stand, guiding you to the bed that hadn’t recovered from the hours before.

Neither were quite sure what you were at the moment, if this meant the beginning of a genuine relationship or the start of a complicated friendship as their lips met your warm skin again. All they knew was you had laid between their arms with a satisfied smile on your face, embracing the warmth and comfort of them both. And that was their personal sublime for now.

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miscellaneous things about gillion that I think are interesting: a compilation

the fact that he's religious, calls lunadeus his moon mom, and is believed to be the chosen one of his goddess, but prayer isn't something he regularly participates in

his clear love of the arts vs constantly saying he isn't any good at them. not doing anything related to art or music unless jay and chip are also doing it with him. the fact that he can play guitar and knows instruments well enough to create functioning ice versions of them. I'm convinced he would've become a bard if he hadn't had paladin pushed on him

nearly his entire life, he was taught that people from the oversea were evil, and that they were liars who wanted to get rid of the ocean. he was taught to kill on sight, because they're the bad guys. but he didn't try to harm jay or chip when they found him. he happily accepted their offer to help them

in the edison kingdom, when they were making their plan to get into the castle, right? chip asked what servants of the elders wore, and gillion motioned to his own outfit. I haven't seen anyone mention this ever and it's so weird to me. I understand they (the elders) would want gillion to be in uniform, but you'd think the chosen one and champion of the undersea would have his own uniform, right? or, at the very least, something to separate him from everyone that works in the palace

charlie saying in a rolled that if gillion was forced to relax and not do anything he'd break down

his connection to lighting

the fact that magic was particularly difficult for him to learn, and how apparently he would accidentally blow things up. personal headcanon that he used to have wild magic before he got it under control

his coral. I wanna know the fucking deal with that. it's growing out of his skull. he can feel when it's broken. it glows when he uses magic. it can be used to make water breathing potions that physically mutate the user's body to be better suited for swimming. it's apparently sacred. we have never seen anyone else with the same condition. nobody asks about it and I'm upset I want to KNOW

ik this is just a d&d thing but the fact that he can lift like?? ~500 lbs?? without having to roll strength?? beefy boy. jay and chip weigh nothing to him. it's like holding a couple of grapes

just the way he talks about the undersea. it's beautiful, it's dangerous, it's dark and cold and wet, i just want to go back, it's a nightmare, i miss it, i know the rules necessary but they're so strict sometimes it feels like they're strangling me, i want you to see it someday

feel free to add on/talk about any of these points :]

#jrwi riptide #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi show #gillion tidestrider #jrwi gillion #gillian tidestrider #jrwi gillian

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stirthewaters · 7 months

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Too Sharp to Touch pt.7

Word Count: 4.2k (I gotcha covered besties)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of guns, vomit, violence

Summary: After a long week of back and forth between you and Wednesday you have to go into the woods in search of your hidden textbooks.

Pairings: Wednesday x Reader

Too Sharp to Touch Masterlist

When you sat down at the dining hall for breakfast the first thing that happened before you even got to take a bite of your cereal was that what appeared to be a freshly-sharpened dagger was thrown with deadly accuracy straight at your shoulder.

Of course, you were able to dodge it; you were a werewolf - you basically had spidey senses thanks to your heightened hearing and sense of awareness but you still practically jumped out of your seat as you did so, your eyes landing on the hunk of metal now embedded in the wooden support behind you. When you glanced at the exit to the dining hall for the culprit you saw nobody there. Though you knew exactly who it was.

Your week had been a living hell. Wednesday knew. Of course she had found out. You knew your acting had been shit. And you had been an idiot to think you weren’t going to pay.

You had started out your lovely morning the day before, awaking to a hissing sound in your dorm room. It was subtle, and definitely not something you noticed at first. You had sat up in your tangle of blankets and looked around with groggy eyes, checking your watch and looking out your window to try and estimate the time, trying to figure out what had woken you in the first place. You’d slid out of your bed, and that’s when you heard a sickening rattling sound from right under the bedframe, knowing enough from your time in the woods exactly what it was.

You had performed what you personally thought to be a ninja skill level dodge, twisting on your heel in that new move Wednesday had shown you during lessons the other day, jumping out of the way and over onto the other side of the creature, grabbing the rattlesnake firmly behind the head while it thrashed about, hissing furiously and snapping at air. You had planned on disposing of it outside in the woods where it belonged but when it almost bit one of your fingers off you simply cracked it in half with a huff.

Rumor was the teachers were horrified to discover a dead snake in the trash cans.

You knew who it was the second you had seen the snake anyways. It wasn’t like you had left your window open and a rattlesnake so happened to somehow slither up a two story building to slip inside, half a mile away from where most snakes inhabited the woods.

No, you knew better than to think that.

And sure, you knew that you deserved this but you were never one to pass by some competition.

You had gone to YouTube on a search for some things, and after a painfully long day of watching multiple tutorials, with the help of a newly vengeful Thing (still mad over being falsely accused), you managed to not only replace Wednesday’s cello strings with guitar strings but you also managed to un-tune it, screwing the knobs not to the point of breaking, just enough to annoy the Addams. Thing had reported detail by detail that night his dramatic recollection of Wednesday’s annoyance and slight confusion when she picked up her bow to play the cello and was met with the realization that not only was her instrument untuned but somehow replaced with the wrong kind of strings.

You knew it was suicidal but you loved it.

After classes that same day you had headed back to your dorm to finish up a paper for tomorrow but when you sat down at your desk to start working, upon pulling open your drawer for your school supplies, not a single piece of paper or notebook was to be found. And instead, all that you saw were dog toys. The drawer was packed top to bottom with squeaky toys, tennis balls, and rawhide bones. You had been in surprise for a moment and honestly you thought it was a little funny, not really that offended. You’d been able to get rid of most of the toys, (you gave them to a thrifter in Jericho later on), but you did end up keeping one of them for yourself, though you didn’t tell anyone about it.

Your retaliation in response to the dog toy stunt was to put creamer in her coffee when you were sitting beside Wednesday at the study group, waiting giddily for the raven’s return from the shelves of the library. The goth had returned a few minutes later and sat down beside you at the desk, returning to her work. You had to wait a couple minutes before you saw her glance at her coffee to take a sip, and the look of disgust from the now sweet taste of what once was such a bitter coffee was quite enjoyable to you. Maybe you were a bit of a sadist, but you still had to pinch your inner thigh to keep yourself from giggling at the sight of the raven’s glare slowly shifting over to you. The rest of the group, if they’d noticed, would surely be confused but both you and the Addams knew exactly what was going on.

It honestly wasn’t too bad of a week now that you thought about it. Sure, you had to be on alert constantly but that was what your relationship with Wednesday typically consisted of. Just with a slight bit more murderous intent. Which, honestly, you didn’t mind. It felt good to be enjoying yourself, even if what you did consider ‘revenge’ was a little watered down compared to what Wednesday did. The only real time you had been in serious danger was yesterday.

You had been in botany class, doodling on your notes as you half-listened to the teacher, when you’d spotted a granola bar left discarded in the section under your desk, much to your relief. You hadn’t eaten much that day so it was a pretty damn lucky coincidence. You were completely unaware when Wednesday watched you eat the granola bar, eyes trained on your every move.

You’d been awake all night that night throwing up. Although the goth didn’t actually make an appearance that night you knew that Wednesday had tampered with the sealed granola bar you’d eaten, although when Thing arrived in your dorm with a bottle of water for you and some lame excuse that ‘it was his idea’, you had felt a little bit better. You had sent the hand back with a couple spare inks you had laying around as a thank you. That night overall had been somewhat of a trainwreck though. Only Wednesday Addams of all people could somehow tamper with a sealed granola bar. It was still puzzling to you how in the hell she’d managed to do that.

Not many students knew about the ongoing ‘war’, so you called it. It was a loose term and you didn’t take it very seriously. Enid and Thing knew, of course, and they just stepped back and let you two do whatever it was you were doing. As for the others…well…it was also funny to see their reactions. For example, when you were playing the game Mousetrap with Ajax, Bianca, and Divina in the quad the other weekend. It was your turn, and you’d accidentally set off the trap. Much to the others surprise the traps that’d been set up throughout the game were rigged, and when you turned the crank a small blade shot out from one of the plastic pieces, taking out a small chunk of flesh from your finger. It wasn’t deep but it still stung like a bitch and you had to go bandage your hand before you even considered playing the game again. A small compensation, though, was the look of horror and shock on the others’ face when the whole ordeal had occurred. Oddly enough that night you’d found a small tube of some sort of mystery cream on your bed, which, when smeared on your wound instantly took the pain away. You had no clue what was in it or where it’d come from.

So, today, you had to go and find where in the hell the vengeful Addams had put your school stuff. Although you had gotten all of those dog toys out of you way after a quick search of your dorm your textbooks were nowhere to be found, which, admittedly was a problem. Sure, you didn’t like to do schoolwork but it wasn’t like you didn’t need to do it. You were already late on a couple assignments so if you didn’t get your ass in gear you were going to be in trouble. You’d already looked in all the places you’d thought of but had come up dry, and you had no clues or context as to where they could be so you gave up and decided to just go to Wednesday and ask.

You knew that since it was early morning the Addams was awake. You had time before class to talk. Especially since you had just had a dagger practically thrown at your face. Well…your shoulder. Odd, considering you knew that a dagger in the shoulder definitely wouldn’t be a fatal wound.

After yanking said dagger from the plank of wood it was embedded in, you carefully held it so you wouldn’t accidentally stab yourself as you walked quickly out of the dining hall, cereal left behind and uneaten. The hallways weren’t as crowded as usual due to the early morning so it wasn’t hard for you to manuever through them, headed for where you knew Wednesday was. The Addams always sat every morning in the quad with a cup of bitter coffee, either writing in one of her notebooks or reading. And when you entered the almost gray area when you eyes fell upon the familiar spot, there she was.

The raven was seated stiffly on one of the benches by the wall, a book in hand and a cup of coffee at her side, still steaming and clearly fresh. She hadn’t been here long. And the second you stepped into the quad you didn’t miss her glance over in your direction. You had to stop yourself from starting to long as you shook your head and approached the goth, your eyes narrowed, huffing with frustration as you halted directly in front of her. Frustratingly enough, she didn’t make eye contact with you, purposefully ignoring you as she slowly and delicately turned a page in her book.

“Tell me where they are.”

“What a warm welcome,” Wednesday quipped with a raise of her eyebrow as her dark eyes never strayed from the pages. “It’s quite early for you to be awake. I expected worse of you.”

“Cut the shit and tell me where my books are, Addams.” You tapped your foot impatiently, silently debating whether or not to push her book away. “I don’t have all day.”

“Oh really?” Wednesday turned another page, perfectly manicured black nails lingering for a painfully long amount of time. “I assumed that you had an interest in playing games, Y/N. And though you might be somewhat adequate at playing your trivial…amusements on others, I, on the contrary, can assure you that you are inferior when it comes to being the subject of my dissatisfaction.” A hint of a smirk passed over her deadpan expression as she tilted her head slightly to finally look up at you. “Besides, I assumed you would appreciate my…tokens of appreciation towards your stunt.”

A small huff of annoyance passed your lips as you frowned slightly at the raven. “Look, we’ve been going back and forth all week and I just need my stuff back. Would it make you feel better if I said that I forfeit?”

Another page turned slowly, making your fists clench as Wednesday responded, “it was inevitable that you would accept defeat. Your blows were remarkably inferior.” She paused to take a sip of her coffee before her eyes once more met yours. “Seeing of your abilities I assume that you should be able to track out your possessions; I might recommend searching the north-western quadrant of the woods.”

Your eyes widened in frustration and annoyance. “That’ll take me half the day to search, how much ground to you expect me to even cover in the period of time that I have to work with?”

“Your senses are more than satisfactory for uncovering your works. If you use what you have of a brain then you should be fine.” The raven gave a slight roll of her eyes, returning back to her book, muttering. “Just don’t do anything foolish.”

“Yeah, yeah, glad to know you care so much.” You were poking at her now but you weren’t really paying attention when the Addams shot you the deadliest of glares, jaw tightening with frustration before returning to her book. You exited the quad, swerving down the hall. How in the hell were you going to do this alone? You had a lot of area to cover and only so much time before class started. Huffing, you picked up the pace as you powered through the halls. Your ears picked up a familiar scuttling sound from somewhere behind you, followed by a small tugging of your pants leg, making you turn and see none other than Thing.

“What do you want, Thing? I don’t have much time.” You paused your walking so the appendage could tap rapidly without having to move at the same time. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll deliver your lotions tonight, okay? I can’t right now but I promise I will.” An idea sparked in your mind before you started to walk again and you slowly glanced down at Thing. “You want another nail filer, right?” A couple of taps easily affirmed your question as you brightened. “Perfect. Then help me find where the hell Wednesday hid my books in the woods, and you’ve got a deal.” Thing paused for a moment before rapidly tapping again. “You weren’t with her when she hid them…” you slightly deflated before shaking your head and continuing. “Doesn’t matter. Two heads are better than…” you trailed off before trying again, “two hands? Two hands are better? Wait…” you counted your own hands for a moment, feeling extremely dumb for a second. “Three- three hands are better than one.” You were met with a couple smug taps and you bristled. “Shut up and help me look.”

The hand grabbed hold of one of the straps of your backpack to pull himself atop it, and you took that as a sign to continue, weaving through the halls until you hopped off the back steps and onto the lawn. The early morning sun was just starting to tip over the trees that still somehow bore leaves, though the grass was scattered with said foliage, crunching underfoot as you made your way across the lawn, shivering slightly as you silently wished the sun would just hurry the hell up.

The protection of the woods dimmed the light further, despite the lack of protection from the trees, what little light there was quickly darkening as the cover of the forest encapsulated you. It wasn’t as peaceful as usual. The woods had an almost eerie vibe, one that you couldn’t place but one that you could sense. That little patch of fur on the back of your neck? Standing on end, like your spidey senses. You caught yourself looking around on multiple occasions, having to shake off the wariness as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Wednesday had said it was in the north western part of the woods. Perfect. You were already there. But how would you be able to track down textbooks? What kind of scent trail would that even be? Sure, you’d maybe spilled a tad of soda on a page or two but surely that wasn’t anything strong enough to track down. You let your bag down so that Thing could emerge and the hand was instantly scuttling off into the woods, searching one section so you could continue yours.

No, you were not going to get on all fours like an animal and sniff. The mere idea sent a shudder of repulsion and disdain down your spine, as you simply crouched down on the balls of your feet, closing your eyes as you tried to focus on what you were honing out. All that you could scent at the moment was pine, fir, durt, and the regular must odor of the forest, overlayed with old scent trails of animals that’d passed by long before. Underneath it was a scent you couldn’t quite place. It was almost a sulfuric scent; it was definitely faint and you had to really focus to even get a good whiff, but it was there.

You started half walking half jogging around to try and get some sort of scent trail, rolling your eyes as you silently regretted your action of stealing the Addams’ typewriter. How in the world did she even expect you to-

A faint hint of vanilla.

You caught the scent abruptly when you passed a particularly large clump of undergrowth, stopping in your tracks as you slowly backed up to confirm what you’d just detected. Sure enough there was the scent of vanilla - a good strong whiff of it. Easily scentable. You crouched down again, not caring for once about dirtying your pants as you tore aside a couple clumps of pine needles and dirt, revealing a cardboard box, slightly bigger than a shoebox. Upon opening said box your books were revealed, and you let out a sigh of relief. As you pulled the box from the undergrowth you realized that the box had been lightly doused in vanilla extract, explaining the source of the trail.

Tucking your box safely under your arm, you started to pull your backpack back over your shoulder, dusting dirt and forest debris from your uniform when you suddenly heard the sound of multiple birds taking flight. Your head snapping upward you saw briefly through the thick trees a good number of said birds startled into the air, flying away with what to you sounded like a loud flapping of wings and an alarm call.

A faint scuttling broke through your thoughts as out shot Thing from the undergrowth, clearly scuttling as fast as he could as the hand dashed over to you, trying to sign through his scampers toward you.

“Thing, what’s wrong?” You glanced at the appendage, worry thick in your tone, trying to understand what he was trying to say, but before you could try and make sense of anything a sudden sound broke through the woods, causing you to jump.

A gunshot.

The sound cracking through the still early morning forest air was enough to make your stomach curl as the fur on the back of your neck instantly stood up, your fingers gripping your backpack strap so tight that your knuckles began to whiten as your eyes widened. Thing leapt atop your bag, signing rapidly, but you were in too much of a daze to even process anything he was saying, practically frozen on the spot like a deer in the headlights as you tried to work through the current fog that was your mind at the moment.

You couldn’t hear anymore gunshots, thank god, but now dread hung thick in the forest air, tension strung tightly from branch to branch as if it was something palpable you could touch. A thick stench of sulfur returned to your nose and you recoiled, taking a step backward that broke you from your daze, instantly reminded of the sulfuric scent you’d smelled earlier. You were backing up now, Thing clutching tightly to your bag as you turned and ran.

You knew there was nothing, nobody behind you but you were beginning to hear things, imagining the rapid footsteps and the crunch of dry leaves underfoot other than your own as you strained for every ounce of speed your body possessed. You were in flight mode.

Lungs aching and mind focused only on getting out of the forest, you burst from the cover of the forest, racing across the lawn as Thing held on for dear life just so that he wouldn’t fall off. You weren’t paying much attention as your feet got tangled up, and you took a tumble to the ground, skidding a couple feet in the grass as you felt the dry autumn terrain tear at your clothes, most definitely skinning a knee in the process. Thing went flying, landing a couple feet away from you as you stilled on the ground, taking in short breaths.

Your breathing was hurting. God, it hurt to breathe but every second you didn’t it felt like your lungs were going to shrivel and die. Struggling, you huffed in short, cut off breaths as you tried to register everything at once and calm yourself down.

Your body stilled when you heard the dreaded crunch of dry leaves underfoot growing closer. Weren’t you just imagining things? You were supposed to be safe here, Nevermore was supposed to be safe.

“Y/N.”

You slowly dragged yourself to a sitting position, trying to force an expression of calm on your face despite the icy panic you were still experiencing as you slowly looked up to see Wednesday, dressed in uniform with her bag over her shoulder standing beside you, eyes examining you as if you were a scientific experiment. Were you? Was that was this whole… treasure hunt in the woods had been?

“What happened?” The Addams tone was neutral but oh so barely softer. Her glare wasn’t as piercing as usual. She could tell. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, she could somehow tell how panicked you were? Was it the fact that that damn patch of fur you had was still sticking straight up and bristling like a hostile dog? Was it your struggling to take in breaths as you groaned at the new pain in your muscles from the fall you’d taken? It definitely wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been but it still stung.

You struggled to answer as your voice came out much softer than you intended, “I- it- there was-” you had to drag in a couple more breaths as the raven slowly knelt down beside you, cold knuckle coming under your chin to lift your face to meet yours, her eyebrows furrowing as she met your eyes. “I would suggest attempting to control your breathing and refraining from talking until you do so.”

Instead of responding with a witty remark you simply took her advice, trying to do a breathing exercise as you silently counted in your head, closing your eyes to help your focus as your chest began to rise and fall in a less erratic pattern. Slowly, you regained your focus and the panic seeped away, and you were able to speak regularly, though your voice had a slight shake to it. Damnit, you were supposed to be better than this. You didn’t want Wednesday’s pity.

“I found the books but when we were about to leave we heard a gunshot in the woods.” Wednesday’s hand was gone almost as soon as it had come; you hadn’t even noticed. The Addams raised an eyebrow. “We?”

“Thing and I. We were together,” you stood up painfully, rubbing your skinned knee as you retrieved your fallen items, gesturing to Thing who was on the ground still, dazed. You silently promised yourself to bring him an extra nail buffer for the appendage as an apology later that night, watching him slowly crawl over to the two of you. Wednesday straightened as her eyes flicked from Thing to the woods, clearly in deep focus as she remained silent for a moment. “Approximate the distance between where the gunshot originated and the academy.”

You thought for a second, math racing through your brain as you tried to make a connection. Damnit, you were sucky as hell at your math. After a moment you responded uncertainly. “I’d say two miles. The sound wasn’t as sharp as it could’ve been.” You were pacing now, mind racing as you recalled the sound itself. “I think it was a shotgun.”

“I see.” Wednesday’s eyes narrowed slightly and you noticed her jaw tighten slightly as she glanced at Thing again. “And what did you witness?” The appendage began tapping slowly at first, shaking off the daze of his own fall before his signs became more rapid in pace. The Addams sighed slightly as she folded her arms before muttering, “at least you made a wise decision in splitting up to cover ground.” She paused before turning to you, eyes glancing up to meet yours. “If I may offer a suggestion, I’d recommend that we bring this to Weems.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you felt a small flutter in your chest as you spoke, trying not to sound too hopeful. “You mean we’ll work together?” Wednesday gave a roll of her eyes, muttering something under her breath with gritted teeth before finally glaring at you again. “Yes, but only for the fact that half of this school are incompetent adolescents who would perform quite poorly compared to… you.” The Addams reluctantly admitted, her voice becoming strained at the end of her sentence. “Strictly a professional relationship shall be required. Understood?” She offered her perfectly manicured hand to yours, waiting for you to shake with a raise of an eyebrow.

You didn’t hesitate one moment, grasping her cold, stiff hand in hers and shaking it.

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pt.8 here!

#wednesday addams #wednesday series #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednsday addams #jenna ortega #werewolf #tstt #werewolf x reader #Thing #omfg r is so adorable but an idiot #wednesday's such a damn softie 💀

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thornybubbles · 6 months

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I Never Go Around Mirrors (Yandere Illuso X Reader)

Note: I’ve neglected La Squadra members for far too long and I wanted to fix that. Still, I think this little story is kinda meh. I will try to do something better for Illuso next time.

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This wasn’t the life that you wanted to live. It was never in your plan to live on the run spending your every waking moment glancing over your shoulder and your every night wondering if you should take the risk and go to sleep. You made sure that when you left, you would head out to the country, staying as far away from any place that could possibly have a mirror. You managed to get far enough away that you managed not to panic when you found the mirrors in the old farmhouse that you rented. You got rid of them immediately, tossing them into the river behind your new house and watching the current carry them away. There had only been four of them; one in the bathroom and one in each bedroom. If you needed to see your reflection that badly, you could just marvel at your tired, haunted appearance in the river water. You weren’t totally sure how his abilities worked, but you were fairly certain that he could only use the reflection of a mirror. It had been a few days and he hadn’t tracked you down yet, so that must be the case.

You were foolish enough to allow yourself to relax. It didn’t last long. Eventually, your paranoia would just not leave you alone. You started to notice an odd echoing sound that was driving you crazy. It sounded like a faint knocking at first and you ignored it, thinking it must be distant hammering from some construction work miles away. The echo carried far out where you were. The Italian countryside was beautiful, lined with mountains and flowering meadows, but it was not as peaceful as you had hoped. Another day passed and the knocking was beginning to sound like footsteps: slow, deliberate, stalking, mocking…

You couldn’t stand it!

It had gotten to the point that any reflection was unbearable. Each time you caught a glimpse of yourself on any reflective surface you would panic, expecting to see him standing behind you. He wasn’t there. He was never there. Still, you didn’t want to take any chances. The silverware was replaced with cutlery made from non-reflective material. The old brass knobs throughout the house were replaced with dull metal. You made it a point to stay away from the river from now on. If you didn’t stand in front of a reflection, then he couldn’t see you. You didn’t care if his abilities could only be used with mirrors. You were not taking any chances.

Another day or so passed. That echo was getting louder. Footsteps. They were definitely footsteps! They were closer than they were a few days ago. Now you could hear them coming up the driveway, up the steps, right up to the front door! Your eyes darted to the stained glass window adorning the door. There was nothing there. No familiar silhouette darkened the doorway. Still you kept glancing down at the knob as if expecting it to turn. It never did. You almost let out a laugh at how badly your imagination was running away with you, but the footsteps started up again. They circled the house a few times, giving off the air of someone who was on a casual stroll. You jumped up from your seat and ran to the record collection that came with the house when you bought it. The house was a treasure trove of old trinkets and homey decor left behind by its previous owners. The record collection was one of your favorites. At that moment, you needed it to save your sanity.

You picked a record at random, placed it on the record player, placed the needle in a random position on the record, and started the player. An old country song began to play, the twang of a steel guitar covering up the sound of the footsteps. As long as you couldn’t hear it, it was fine. You stared around the parlor trying to find something else to help you relax. Your eyes settled on the bookshelf next to the unused fireplace. Just as you did with the record, you chose a book at random. You didn’t care what the book was about. It could be anything from a dull historical chronicle or an ego-driven celebrity autobiography and you wouldn’t care. As long as it took your mind off of the overbearing feeling of being hunted, you would devour each and every word. You took a seat on the overstuffed sofa, relishing the softness of the cushions, and opened the book.

What the hell?

You stared at the page and the gibberish written there. You didn’t recognize the language at all. It wasn’t English, Italian, or any other language that you recognized… until you took a second look.

It was Italian… but the words were all reversed.

You shot up from the sofa, dropping the book to the floor in horror. That could only mean one thing.

A low, familiar chuckle startled you. You looked up to see the man you’d been trying to avoid all this time standing by the record player. He lifted the needle from the record, stopping the song and filling the room with silence. He turned to you, giving you a smug grin.

“I was wondering if you would ever figure it out.” he said with an uncomfortably calm laugh.

His smug expression became one of soft adoration as he turned to look at you.

“You really hurt me when you left, mia amata.” he said. “You promised that you would stay by my side forever…”

He began a slow saunter over to you and you backed up, staring at him with disbelief.

How did he find you?!

“Everything was peachy between us until you discovered what I did for a living. Honestly, I don’t know why that matters so much to you. I suppose it is a little scary if you aren’t used to that kind of thing, but as my lover you should be willing to stick with me no matter what. I know you’re scared, but you made a promise and I think it’s only right that you keep it. I gave you all of my love. Don’t you think you owe me the same?”

There was a dangerous undertone in his voice. He was angry, but the way he was looking at you made you wonder just how angry he was with you. His hand darted out and you flinched, squeezing your eyes closed in anticipation of pain. It never came. You opened your eyes to see him bending down to pick up your book. He opened it up and flipped through a page or two before closing it with a snap and placing it back on the book shelf. He offered you another smile, this one was devoid of the usual smugness. He was giving you the look of someone that was totally smitten. It looked out of place on his face now. You’ve seen his gleeful expression as he cruelly beat someone that made the mistake of accidentally locking eyes with you. You will never forget the rage in his eyes when someone got a little too friendly with you for his liking. You’d seen that dark side of him before and the image of it was burned into your memory. He didn’t seem to realize that you had already made your plans to leave him long before you found out that he was a Mafioso.

“I have to admit that I was pretty mad with you when I found out you were gone.” he said, suddenly wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “I thought you’d abandoned me… but I realized that you didn’t really want to leave me.”

You stopped struggling in his hold to give him a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

He pointed back to the record player.

“You probably didn’t even realize it, but you instinctively choose a song about a man who couldn’t stand to see his own reflection because he no longer saw his lover standing next to him. You were thinking about me, even though you didn’t realize it.” he said.

He ran a hand along your arm until he came to your wrist where he traced his hands along the bracelet you wore there.

“And here is another reason I know you still have the hots for me,” he said, voice taking on an arrogant, teasing tone. “You didn’t take off the bracelet I gave you, even though you knew it would lead me right to you.”

Your eyes widened and you pushed out of his embrace. He didn’t bother to stop you, just stood there in an odd pose while he watched the realization flow over you. You lifted your arm to your face and examined the bracelet. Along with the diamonds that adorned it, you were horrified to discover that the bracelet was lined with little mirrors. Illuso chuckled and you looked up at him, dread plastered on your face. He frowned when he saw your expression.

“Oh, wipe that look of shock off of your face.” he growled. “Stop pretending like you didn’t keep the bracelet on because you wanted me to come after you.”

“No,” you offered a weak protest. “I wanted to get away from you! I wanted you out of my life!”

Illuso’s frown deepened and he closed the distance between you. You tried to back up but your escape was blocked by the wall.

“Look, babe, I like playing a good old fashioned game of hard-to-get, too, but you’re taking this too far.” he huffed. “You missed me and you know it.”

He placed his hands on either side of your head and you felt your heart fall. You thought you’d managed to escape him for good this time. You thought you’d been so careful. You hadn’t even looked at the bracelet when he got it for you. You’d been so concerned with pretending to adore it and worrying about the blood money he’d used to buy it for you at the time. You hadn’t considered that it would be lined with mirrors.

“I have to admit that I’m getting a little tired of the game, though.” Illuso said, breaking you out of your thoughts. “This is like, what, your third time running out on me? Or is it the fifth? Well, whatever, it’s starting to piss me off a little bit. So I think that I’m going to put a stop to it.”

You looked him right in the eyes when he said that. What did he mean by that?

“What are you going to do?” you asked in a frightened whisper.

Illuso grinned in his usual smug way, but you couldn’t ignore the sinister feeling it gave off.

“I think I’m going to leave you in here, at least until you get over that little running away habit of yours,” he said.

“Leave me… in here…??” you repeated, not sure what he meant.

Illuso pushed off of the wall and looked down on you with disdain.

“Don’t act stupid,” he scoffed. “You saw the writing in the book was reversed. Surely you’ve figured out by now that I’ve pulled you into my mirror world?”

You gasped in horror. You sputtered words at him, but none of them formed a sentence. Illuso watched you struggle with your disbelief before he laughed and snapped his fingers in the air as if he suddenly thought of something.

“Oh, that’s right! I never told you that I could do that, did I?” he said. “That’s right, your lover boy can not only travel from mirror to mirror, but I can actually pull others into the mirror world with me. Heh heh, it took me a little while to catch up with you because I had to find this place in the normal world, but I managed. The way you ransacked this place of all its mirrors almost made me think that you actually didn’t want me to find you, but you kept the bracelet on, so I know that’s not the case. Either that or you didn’t think the mirrors on it were big enough. Just so you know, it doesn’t matter what size the mirror is, I can move through it and pull in others. In fact, you’ve been in the mirror world since about three nights ago. You’re a really heavy sleeper, by the way.”

The way he smiled at you then chilled you down to the marrow in your bones.

“You can’t keep me in here, Illuso!” you shouted.

Illuso scoffed.

“What’s stopping me? You can’t get out unless I let you out, so you can’t run from me anymore.” he said.

Suddenly he pulled you to him, both of his arms were wrapped around you in such a way that your own arms were pinned to your sides. You tried to squirm free but he tightened his hold on you.

“Quit that!” he shouted, annoyed by your struggling.

You froze and he smirked.

“That’s better. Now, I don’t really have anything important to do today, so I thought that you and I could spend some time together. You’ve been gone for so long and I missed you so much. I think we should make up for lost time. What do you think about that?” He said, planting a kiss on your cheek.

You whimpered pathetically, but said nothing.

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berrinlee · 17 days

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Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)

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author’s note : i dont think wony knows how to play guitar expertly but let’s ignore that ok? (IM SO SCARED THAT THIS IS COMPLETE ASS)

concept : sbg with fem!reader similar to wonyoung

genre : fluff, little angst, hcs + drabble

content : fem!reader, mild use of curse words, reader is a kpop idol!!

small hints

⠀ › ⠀aiden most likely found notepads and random papers with song lyrics when he visited you

⠀ › ⠀ben has heard your singing voice, but you never revealed that you were a famous singer. you have sung for him a few times.

⠀ › ⠀ben blushes when you compliment his plays on the guitar

⠀ › ⠀the whole group has heard you humming and singing a few lyrics when they play songs but the only people who’ve heard you sing a whole song was most likely ashlyn and ben

⠀ › ⠀when taylor hears your singing, she suggested you should become a singer (you couldn’t help but giggle at that)

⠀ › ⠀tyler falls asleep listening to your singing but he’d never openly admit that

⠀ › ⠀you have karaoke with taylor

⠀ › ⠀logan did karaoke with you and taylor (him and soft music would be adorbs)

⠀ › ⠀ben would eventually find out about the notepads that aiden found and would find them fascinating when he reads them

barron

⠀ › ⠀has put you in many situations where you could get exposed

⠀ › ⠀you’ve had many fights exchanging that you would both leave each other alone just for barron to do something and bother you again

⠀ › ⠀claims that he won’t hold anything against you at the end of the fight but literally has tons of stuff kept to himself when he wants to do something you clearly will not enjoy

⠀ › ⠀barron genuinely believes you don’t trust the group and holds it against you very much

⠀ › ⠀doesn’t exactly “bully” you for it. he holds pride that he has a classmate who’s an idol, however, has disrespected your boundaries multiple times.

finding out

⠀ › ⠀barron’s loud ass and terrible lying. that’s basically it.

⠀ › ⠀when the group saw your situation with barron, tyler was going to step up until they started overhearing about some career (he figured he would talk more about it later. first he had to get rid of the trash!)

⠀ › ⠀ashlyn : honestly started connecting all the dots (at first she told herself “i won’t be surprised if she turns out to be a singer” but she’s slightly surprised honestly

⠀ › ⠀taylor : had to process it for a few minutes before going like “can you do a high note?”

⠀ › ⠀aiden : “that’s what the notepads were for.” honestly shocked but not shocked at the same time. prob would start to encourage you to do a high note along with taylor. (would also look at some concept pics of you and just show ben.)

⠀ › ⠀tyler : questioning his life. has no idea what emotion he’s feeling. no idea how to express it. just standing there with a funny look on his face.

⠀ › ⠀logan : surprised but totally hyped about it, finds it cool.

⠀ › ⠀ben : surprised but not in a “woah!! i would’ve never thought about that!!” or “what.. what the fuck..” type of way. more in a “wow.” then a pause “awesome.”

extras

⠀ › ⠀ben is slightly envious of you. he thinks of his childhood when he hears you sing.

⠀ › ⠀i’m not sure if lily was alive/able to remember when ben was still able to sing since she seems wayyy younger. if that’s the case then she would still see ben in you. she likes to think that you’re ben’s lost voice.

⠀ › ⠀after finding out, ashlyn would love to watch you dance practice

⠀ › ⠀the group teases you about anything related to aegyo

ashlyn

“i didn’t think you could do that first try.” ashlyn stared, watching you stretch your body similarly to the way she does it herself. “there’s a lot more than this i could do.” you softly replied, getting up from your position.

the twins

taylor and tyler were on your sides, their head on your shoulders as you sung a soft tune. tyler was trying hard not to fall asleep but closed his eyes for a few minutes, relaxing against you. taylor smiled at this, intertwining your hands with hers “your voice is still beautiful as ever.” she complimented. you rubbed your thumb gently against hers as acknowledgment, continuing to sing.

logan + ben

you hummed a gorgeous tune, walking around with ben’s hand wrapped in yours. logan was tending to his plants while you listened to ben’s music with him. to not leave out logan, you began to sing along to the lyrics.

ben (ft. taylor)

as ben watched you perfectly sing your part in the karaoke with taylor, he stared at you with admiration, and, at the same time, gloom. a thought popped in his head that if he never lost his voice, he could be able to sing along with you. he pushed away those thoughts, clenching his pants as he tried to keep a smile on his face.

aiden

“i think you looked rad here.” aiden said, holding up his phone in front of you. you giggled softly “i loved that concept.” you admired the picture. aiden continued to scroll through pictures of you. at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder about how you never told the group. so did the others.

#school bus graveyard #sbg webtoon #ashlyn banner #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #logan fields #ben clark #aiden clark #ashlyn x reader #aiden x reader #ben x reader #taylor x reader #tyler x reader #logan x reader #sbg

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crushedsweets · 7 months

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h music moon anon back again

what instruments do u think each creep would play? i think toby would play drums or something as an outlet for his emotions

tim plays an ancient acoustic guitar that’s missing like 2 strings and the wood is literally rotting (he’s had it since like 1999 and refuses to get rid of it)

nina sings. she defo had a yt cover channel at one point

unsure for the rest.. hm

- 🌙

oo. omg. yes. i like this. just a reminder that i really have no experience with instruments but i think its cool. half/most of these characters DON'T play in my au, BUT IF THEY DID....

toby and drums for sure, BUT realistically his parents would never let that happen in their house and he wouldn't really wanna put in the effort to get a drum set to the cabin. but listen. harmonica toby. yeah. not expanding

tim and acoutstic guitar but its fucked up and ugly and he only keeps it because he's attatched to it but its so bad

nina singing is also sooo fucking canon. she'd prob try to learn guitar at some point but then realized she had to cut her nails and callous her fingers, so she gave up immediately LMFAOO

brian... mmm... honestly guitar is pretty fitting for him too. he'd be one of those guys at parties who starts playing and he's so incredibly mediocre at it.

i feel like i could see like. childhood kate playing the piano cuz her mom wants her to. but she was always complaining and whining and getting mad about it, and then her life was ruined by the operator when she was like 14, so.. she couldnt play even if she tried

natalie also wouldnt play anything, but i could see her like having one of those fucked up out of tune pianos thrown in the barn that she found for free on the side of the road and had to get tims truck to move it. idk if anyone knows rio romeo, but how their piano sounds basically.. WHICH I LIKE. i love it.

jack and liek a fucking flute. i legit have no reason to explain this, but jack and a flute. bros lung capacity is crazy

sally and . yall know how lisa simpson is with the saxophone or whatevr. yeah. little sally with a saxophone half her size

ben also would not play shit, but i could see him trying to make music with like. the computer. i really dont know what its called but im sure u guys get what im talking about

NOW JEFF. jeffs parents would have let him get a drum set in the garage (he wouldve bullied his own parents into agreeing to it). he wouldve thought he was sooo fucking cool and soooooo fucking funny when he was so severely NOT.

liu and another like, flute clarinet saxophone type thing.. mayhaps the piano. something classy or whatever i guess

jane and the piano. cannot accept anything else.

lulu and.. the harp... her family was crazy rich growing up...... she plays the damn harp.

ann and a violin. cant explain it. sorry. but ann and a violin.

sadie and something goofy and like playful like a tambourine.. dancing around slapping the thing and her dress is all bouncing w her and aww.

dina and also something like classy i guess. im inclined to put her w the harp too cuz like angel wings and yeah idfk . but theres no way more than 1 of them plays the harp so ill put this bitch on the piano !!!

#asks #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #clockwork #natalie oullette #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #kate the chaser #jane the killer #homicidal liu #nina the killer #lulu creepypasta #sally williams #suicide sadie #judge angels #nurse ann #🌙 anon #ty for akss moon musi anonnn

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gracev0609 · 3 months

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I Was Born to Love You - Jake's Version Pt. 1

A gracev0609/ @losfacedevil collaboration.

We are so excited to release this installment in our little universe. This story runs parallel to Josh's.

Meet Jake and Sevda, and the things they left unspoken...

Warnings: Struggling to Conceive, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Adult Themes, Breeding Kink

Jake rolled his eyes as his older brothers name lit up his phone screen. Sliding the answer bar across his screen he quickly tapped the speaker button and continued to pluck away at the guitar in his lap.

“This better be important dude.” Jake almost growled, unsure of what could be so important as he had just seen Josh yesterday. He heard Josh take a deep breath over the speaker.

“Jake listen, you can’t tell mom or dad or Sam or Danny okay?” Jake quirked a brow before placing the guitar in his grasp on the floor and scooped up his phone, quickly turning off the speaker function and pressed it firmly to his ear.

“You didn’t kill anyone did you? You didn’t crash the car? Y/N’s alright, right?” Jakes mind began to move a mile a minute, unsure of what could be so important that he was being sworn to secrecy. He could hear Josh pacing, the sound of the breeze through the line changing every time he turned.

“No, I didn’t kill anyone or crash the car, yes she’s okay. She is better than okay actually. Jake, you’re gonna be an uncle.”

Jakes mouth fell open as tears quickly sprang to his eyes and the phone slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor and drawing the attention of his girlfriend, Sevda. She turned her head quickly and her eyes widened slightly at the look of shock on Jake’s face. She made her way over to him quickly and perched herself on the arm of the couch, reaching over to press his jaw together.

“What’s the matter Jake? Who’s on the phone?” She bent at the waist and scooped the phone up off of the floor, tapping the screen to light up the caller ID.

Josh could hear the commotion on the other end of the line. Sevda remained calm as she tried to shake Jake out of whatever trance he was in. Pulling a deep breath in through her nose she tapped the speaker function on the phone screen.

“Josh what have you done to break your brother? I think he’s forgotten how to function outside of letting tears stream down his cheeks. Jake, darling what happened?”

She heard a nervous chuckle escape Josh as he prepared to say the words once more. Sevda cupped Jakes cheek in her hand and swiped her thumb under his eye to rid his skin of the tears that lay there.

“Sev, she’s pregnant.”

A soft gasp escaped Sevdas lips and she turned her attention to the phone in her hand. Another nervous chuckle escaped Josh in the deafening silence, both his brother and sister in law now both shocked by the words that had come out of his mouth.

“Hey, guys? Can you say something… anything?” Josh pleaded.

Jake sniffles as Sevda murmurs soft words of encouragement. We're okay baby… Her forehead pressed against his as she held the phone away from their faces. She hoped that Josh couldn't hear the vulnerable moment happening.

Jake blinked his eyes a few times, regaining his composure, “I’m sorry, it’s just.. I’m so happy for you Josh, you’re gonna be the best dad. And she’s gonna be the best mama, you see how she is with Jade even though she’s older.” Jakes eyes danced across the room to where Sevdas four year old Jade sat and his heart soared with the idea of her having a baby cousin.

“Where is she, Josh? Can I speak to her?” Sevda asked, her mind reeling with just how she had felt when she found out she was pregnant.

“She’s shopping for all the babies apparently, I thought we were here for Bennie but I’ll have her call you guys as soon as we get home.”

Jake pulled another deep breath in through his nose as Jade found him across the room and reached out in his direction. He smiled softly at the little girl and nodded.

“I’m being summoned to the tea party. Princesses know nothing of their Kings importance. I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Send her all our love, Josh. We’ll talk to you guys later.” Sevda kept her voice light and sweet as she bid Josh a farewell and hung up the phone.

Jake picked up the little girl and held her in his lap as her fingers twirled around the ear of the stuffed bunny she had in her hands.

Breathing deeply his mind reeled with doubts and insecurities, it was almost paralyzing.

You're not good enough to be a real father.

Y/N got pregnant so easily, there must be something wrong with you.

You're not good enough.

Something is wrong with you.

Sevda pets Jake's hair noticing how stiff and silent he's become,” Hey, don't get stuck in that brilliant mind of yours. Tell me what's going on.”

Jake clenched his jaw before speaking,” Not right now Sev, just give me a few.”

Her hand lovingly skirts down his back before she picks up Jade,” I'm going to go put her to bed, and then we're talking about this.��

He gives her a soft smile,” Okay baby. Goodnight Jade, I love you.”

A small,” I love you Jakey.” Comes from Jade's mouth, muffled into her mom's shoulder.

Jake made his way to their master bedroom, the heaviness in his chest becoming almost unbearable. He curls up on his side of the bed, hugging one of the pillows to his body and he can't help the tears that start to flow. His shoulders shake and it feels as if his chest is collapsing in on itself.

Jake starts to get pissed at himself for bawling like a baby as he forces himself to calm down and get a grip. He sits himself up slightly and wipes his face with his hand.

Sevda makes her way into the room and takes in his position on the bed along with his red tear stained face.

Softly she murmurs his name as she climbs onto the mattress to get to him.

She intertwines their fingers together,” I'm upset too babe. I can't help but feel disappointed, it's natural. We've been trying to have a baby for months.”

“ Six. Six months Sev.”

She lets out a shaky breath,” Yeah. Six months.”

Jake's voice booms, completely laced with hurt,” We've been diligently trying to have a baby for six months and Josh just gets the idea in his head and now she's pregnant! Why was it so fucking easy for them!” His voice rang out in their otherwise quiet bedroom.

Much softer now,” Is there something wrong with me? Y/N got pregnant so easily, you got pregnant with Jade so easily. When is it our turn?”

Sev gulps down the lump in her throat because she knows she doesn't have a concrete answer for him, and she wishes to God that she did.

“All I know baby, is that I want this so badly. I'd have a thousand babies with you if I could Jake. For whatever reason it's not our time yet, but one of these days, it will be our time.”

She threads her fingers in his hair, pulling his head forward so she can place a soft kiss to his lips,” I know your hurt love, but please. Please don't hold any anger towards Josh, he's going to want to share so much with you.”

“I won't. I promise I won't, I don't want to take any of this away from him. I don't want him to know that we've been struggling. He shouldn't have to censor himself around us.”

“I agree love. Soon enough we'll be the ones giving him a call.”

Jake swallows hard,” Soon enough… can't come soon enough.”

After a few moments of silence Sev picks up their hands that are interwoven, placing delicate kisses to Jake's knuckles.

“I have to tell you something.”

He utters a soft,” What is it babe.”

Now turning his hand over she kisses his palm, feeling the rough calloused skin.

“When I picked Jade up from daycare today she was carrying a picture that she drew.”

He furrows his brow lightly as if to ask what's so special about it?

“ The assignment was to draw their families, and she drew me and you.”

“That's sweet Sev.”

“She labeled us as Mom and Dad Jake. She finally referred to you as Dad.”

Jake felt his hurt melting away. Sevda's daughter, his stepdaughter finally thought of him as her dad.

“Can I see the picture she drew?”

She laughs lightly,” I think she left it in the car”

Jake juts his bottom lip out to pout,” Well tomorrow morning you're running your cute little ass out to the car and getting it. That piece of art is going on the fridge!”

Sev rolls her eyes lightly,” Okay Daddy.”

Jake whips his head towards her,” Enough of that, I get a very different reaction when you say it.”

She gets up from the bed and walks over to her dresser, picking out pajamas,” Don't be gross Jacob.”

“Gross? You've said it before Sevvie.”

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The pitter patter of Jades sock clad feet sounded from down the hall and a faint ‘Honey, we’re home!’ Could be heard as Sevda closed the back door behind them. Jakes ears perked up at the mixture of the sounds and he slipped the bookmark he was holding in between the pages of his book before placing it down against the tiny table to his right.

“Jacob!” Jades tiny voice carried as she ran into the living room, tossing her coat on the couch before she jumped up into his lap. He couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as he wrapped her in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Hi my love, how was school?” He asked, brushing the loose strands of hair out of her face. She pulled her little legs up and tucked them next to his as she turned to face him.

“So guess what happen?! My friend Wyatt has a new little brother at home and his mama brought him today so we could meet him! His name is Liam and he is just so so soooo tiny!” Her little hands flailed about at she spoke, and her big brown eyes grew wide with excitement.

“Did she? Did you say hi to him?” Jake asked, a soft smile playing across his face as he continued to tuck her hair gently behind her ear. She nodded enthusiastically, a smile as big as her face spreading across her lips.

“Yeah! And I got to touch his hand. He was so soft like my baby doll. But we couldn’t hold him, it was not safe Wyatt’s mama said!.” Jake nodded along and let his hand fall, resting it against his thigh.

“She’s right you know, you have to hold a baby just right so they don’t get hurt.” Jade nodded softly and rested her head against Jakes shoulder, letting her eyes flutter shut as thoughts of the new baby danced in her head.

Jake reveled in moments like these where she felt safe enough to cuddle up with him and tell him all about her day. He rocked her gently, watching as she reached over for his hand with her two tiny ones and began to spin the ring he wore on his finger.

“Jakey?” She cooed, her little voice even smaller as she relaxed fully against his chest.

“Yes baby?” He tilted his head down, trying his best to find her eyes in the position they were seated in.

“When… when are you and mama gonna have a baby?” Jake took a deep breath, his heart shattering in his chest at her innocent question. She pushed up off of his chest and looked up at him with her big brown eyes full of unanswered questions.

“I don’t know baby, maybe one day we will when the time is right.” A soft smile spread across Jades face as she looked up at him and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Mamas a good mama, and you’re a good daddy. Mama should have a baby.” She giggled. Jakes expression softened and he fought the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes. Pulling a deep breath in through his nose he tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling, exhaling through his mouth.

“Am I a good Daddy, Jade?” He kept his voice soft, not trusting his tone to break. She nodded her head enthusiastically and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

“You take me to school when mama can’t and we get McDonald’s for lunch! You play dress up with me and let me brush your hair. And you make good snacks and cuddle when I’m sick. You’re the best daddy.” She mumbled against his skin.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jades head, thoughts of the night before dancing in his head. His heart swelled at the thought of her thinking of him as her dad.

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A soft sigh slipped past Jake’s lips as he slid into bed. Another long day in his music room took a toll on him as his eyes fluttered shut and he wrapped his body around Sevdas sleeping form. It was then that he realized there was a little body wrapped up in Sevdas arms. Something between a tired chuckle and a sigh escaped him as he pulled himself out of bed and walked around it, bending slightly to find Jade tangled in the blankets.

“You’re not safe on the edge, baby girl.” Jake muttered and slowly wrapped his arms around the sleeping baby, lifting her gently and rested her against his chest. He knew he should turn and bring her to her bed, not wanting to create a habit of her sleeping with them but something in his heart warmed as he looked down at her peaceful little face. He shifted his arm and brought her face closer to his, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her warm skin.

“Alright, fine. You win.” He muttered, just loud enough to cause Sevda to stir. She peeked her eye open and looked up at Jake, a soft smile spreading across her face as she watched him swaying and gently speaking to Jade.

“Where are you taking her, love?” She mumbled, rolling so she was laying flat on her back. Jake nodded to his side of the bed and slowly maneuvered his way back around, sitting down slowly and placing Jades sleeping form gently between his body and Sevda.

“She won my one sided fight. I was gonna put her in her own bed but she said ‘no daddy, I wanna sleep with you and mama.’ And I couldn’t resist that little face.” Jake reached out and placed his palm gently against Jades cheek and pushed his fingers up into her tangled hair.

“She said I’m a good daddy, you know. Earlier when she was telling me about her classmates baby brother. ‘When are you gonna have a baby? Mamas a good mama and you’re a good daddy.’ I just about cried.” Sevda reached out and laced her fingers with Jakes, running her thumb gently along the length of his palm.

“She told me she wants you to go to lunch with parents' day this week, not me. I’ve gotten stood up.” Sevda giggled quietly. A soft smile spread across Jakes face as he looked down at Jade once more.

“Me? She wants me to go?” Jake asked, the high pitch tone of his whisper clueing Sevda into the tears that were welling in his eyes. Sevda nodded gently and squeezed Jakes hand.

“She does, she wants to introduce them to her daddy since they all know me, or at least that’s what she said. I just think she’s hoping for a happy meal for lunch since I always bring her a sandwich.” Jake couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as he reached over and gently brushed some fly away hairs out of Jades face.

“It’s okay, you know, if we stop actively trying and just enjoy Jade for now. Maybe the stress of wanting a baby of our own is hindering our ability to conceive.” Jake fought the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes and swallowed hard around the lump in his throat.

“But I want to keep trying babe, until we get it right.” Sevda pushed herself up and rested her head in the palm of her hand. Jake pulled a deep breath in through his nose and let his head fall back as he exhaled silently.

“I know you do, my love. But something tells me the more we actively try the more something isn’t going right. I think if we just have fun and let nature take it’s course we might have more luck.” Jake mumbled, flicking his gaze down to Jade as she rolled over and nuzzled her face against his thigh, her little hand reaching out and swatting at his leg sleepily.

“Shhh, daddy, sleep.” She mumbled, wrapping her arm tightly around his thigh. A soft gasp escaped Sevda as she processed what Jade had just mumbled. Jake chuckled lightly and pried the tiny arm off of his thigh, slowly lowering himself to lay down next to her. Jade quickly snuggled into his side, rubbing her cheek soothingly over his chest.

“Daddy…you’re her daddy.” Sevda mumbled, scooting over to wrap herself around her little family. Pushing up slightly she pressed a soft kiss to both Jake and Jades cheeks before settling in and snuggling up to her baby girl.

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Sevda came into the kitchen, over to where Jake was loading the dishwasher. As she made her way over to him a playful smirk appeared on her lips. She places her hands on his hips as she tucks herself into his side,” My mom just called. Jade was begging to sleep over there tonight.”

“Yeah?” Jake bent down to grab the door to the dishwasher, closing it and pressing the ‘go’ button. He turned in her grasp facing his love.

“ I told Mom it's okay.”

“Yeah? You did now?”

“I did. I was feeling a little needy today Jake, and this is the perfect excuse. Now I can be as loud as you want me to be.”

Jake felt himself stir in his pants, briefly picturing the love of his life writhing beneath him, with her unbridled whining echoing through their empty home.

“Go upstairs and get ready for me love. I'll be right there.”

As she stepped away her hand slid from his hip to cup him in his pants, squeezing lightly.

“Don't take too long Jacob, I want you.”

He releases the breath he didn't realize he was holding as she walks away, heading to their bedroom. Quickly he goes over to the wine rack and selects a bottle. Bringing it over to the counter he uncorks it and pours some into two glasses. Stopping the bottle he puts it in the fridge and grabs the beverages making his way to meet Sev.

He toes the door open with his socked foot, to be met with the sight of his beautiful girl in her light pink silk nightgown hiked up around her hips with her hand between her legs.

“Oh. Sev, baby. You are a needy little thing tonight aren't you. I brought us a glass of wine so we could relax and enjoy each other, but you want to get right down to business, huh?”

“I miss you, you know Jade hasn't been sleeping well. That's definitely put a damper on things.”

He chuckles lightly knowing all too well that a baby with nightmares is the biggest cockblock. Jake sets the wine down on his nightstand and removes his clothes. He smirks to himself as he catches her staring at his half hard cock as he maneuvers into bed.

“Come here, relax with me.”

She quickly scoots in close to Jake, half laying on his chest as she takes a first sip of her beverage.

They mindlessly chat as she melts against him, letting go of her usual responsibilities and just letting herself enjoy him.

Once the wine is gone she places her free hand on his soft stomach, gently tracing shapes teasing his skin and making his muscles flutter.

“Can you touch me baby?” Jake asks softly, kissing the top of her head.

She dips her hand down under the covers and grasps him, thick and heavy in her hand as he pulses reacting to her touch.

She feels his body melt underneath hers and her hand lightly pumps him.

She whispers into his chest,” I love how big you are.”

The praise made him flex his hips into her touch.

Jake snakes his hand down her back, grabbing a fistful of her ass before reaching down further. His fingers part her lips before running his digit through her slick. Her eyes flutter shut as she finally gets the attention she's been craving.

He circles her clit a few times before prodding at her entrance, her hand stutters on him as he dives his middle finger inside her. Gently pumping in and out.

“Jake, can I have your mouth? I've been thinking about it all day.”

Her words are sent straight to his cock as it throbs. Gently he scoots her off of him and lays her down on her back. He kisses his way down the silky fabric, and her hips buck impatiently.

“Lucky for you Sevvie, I've been thinking about sucking on your pretty little clit all day too.”

She's sighs a breathy, Jaaake.

“Remember love, be loud for me baby.”

His tongue licks up her slick, sweet and salty on his taste buds. After just a few laps he places hot open mouth kisses to her achingly hard clit.

She arches her back away from the mattress, threading her fingers into his hair,” ohh, Jaaaake.”

Softly swirling his tongue around her bud until her legs are clamping down on his head. He shifts his face down dragging his tongue over her entrance, nudging it inside as his nose brushes her clit. He gulps down her arousal, tasting more divine than the wine they were consuming.

She gasps,” Getting close.”

“Cum in my mouth Sev. I need it.”

His thumb glides over her clit as his tongue reaches as far inside her as it can go.

His eyes flutter closed as he feels her clenching around him.

“There, there!” She pulls him by his hair even closer to her cunt, pushing her hips into his face as her high rips through her body.

Jake licks and sucks like a madman, moaning and growling into her heat.

Her body relaxes around him and he disconnects from her. The entire bottom half of his face is glistening with arousal dripping off his chin.

He looks up at her, eyes lidded with lust,” More.”

She smiles at him as he ducks his head back down, lapping at her center. Jake sucks her swollen puffy lips into his mouth, relishing in the feel, the taste, and the smell of her.

“God I love your pussy.”

As he goes to dive in again she lifts his head up, “No baby, I want you.”

The ache between his legs making itself known again. He rises to kiss her, her cum dripping onto her hot skin. She gives him her best doe eyes before tentatively licking his cheek. His breath catches in his throat as she continues to lick herself off of him.

Giggling, her voice full of sex, “ I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

A sigh escapes his chest as he lightly shakes his head in disbelief at her lewd gesture. She always knows how to make his head spin. He grabs his cock in his hand and runs the head through her soaked folds. She shifts her hips down impatiently asking him to enter her. Giving into their desires he nudges into her entrance, reveling in the soft stretch of their bodies meeting. Sevda lets out a sigh once Jake is fully seated inside her.

“Fuck, my cocks missed you.”

She giggles lightly tapping the tip of his nose,” Just your cock baby?”

“No love, not just my cock,” Jake laughs placing a kiss to her lips before rearing his hips back and sinking deeper inside her.

Her hands glide down his broad back settling on his ass, pulling him even closer to her. His pace stays steady, just enjoying her fully, he doesn't want to rush.

Sevda whines underneath him, lightly thrashing her head in frustration, throwing her blonde locks over the pillow,” Come on Jakey, harder. Give it to me good.”

Jake leans up on his knees, pulling her hips into his lap as he thrusts sharply into her,” Is that better? Is that what my girl needed?”

His mind gets sidetracked as he can't help but watch his cock disappear into her pink folds. Over and over again he watches himself sink into her.

“Like the view baby?” Sevda coos. His heavy gaze meets her and he can't help but smile when he sees how fucked out she looks.

“I love the view. My girls going to go to bed sore and full of my cum how does that sound?”

“Perfect Jakey.”

He adjusts his hold on her hips, driving himself deeper. He thrusts into her hard, driving them to their ends. She's clenching around him so sweetly. He's overtaken by the feeling of love flowing through them, he so badly hopes that this time it'll work. He yearns for it to be the time they make a baby. He needs it deep in his being.

The word please echoing in his head as he met his final thrusts, chanting it over and over like a mantra as he poured his entire being, his entire soul into her. Desperate to create a life that was equal bits of him and his soulmate.

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Sevda sighed and collapsed on the couch next to Jake. Another night Jade was out on the town with Josh and Y/N, taking a walk with them through the park and skipping off to dinner at the restaurant of Jades choice. Sevda reached up and rubbed at her eyes, the quiet nature of the house causing her lids to get heavy.

“You know what sounds so good right now? Tomato soup and grilled cheese.” Jake scrunched up his nose and turned his attention to Sevda.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled, pushing himself up into a seated position. Sevda nodded her head and pushed his feet off of her lap before pushing herself up off of the couch. She made her way slowly into the kitchen and pulled two blocks of cheese out of the fridge and, bending at the waist, pulled out the bottom utensil drawer and began digging around for the cheese grater.

“Creamy tomato soup and a buttery, stringy, warm, grilled cheese. Doesn’t that sound so good?” She giggled, slowly unwrapping the block of cheese to begin to grate.

“Tomato soup and grilled cheese? Do we even have any tomato soup?” Jake questioned, raising an eyebrow and turned to begin raiding the cupboard. Sevda picked up a slice of cheese and began to munch on it.

“I picked some up when I went to the market the other day, it’s on the second shelf.”

She slowly continued to grate enough cheese for their sandwiches. Jake snatched two cans of condensed tomato soup off of the shelf and plucked a pan out of the dish drainer. He placed the pan on the stove top and popped the tops off of the cans, dumping their contents into the pan before making his way over to the fridge to get the gallon of milk.

Jake gauged the look on Sevdas face as she began to slowly butter the bread and placed it off to the side for him. Making his way over to her he placed the milk down on the counter top and wrapped his arms securely around her waist, letting his fingers sneak up under the bottom of her shirt, splaying them across her stomach.

“What’s going on in that head?” He asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple. Sevda pulled a deep breath in through her nose and nodded before exhaling it in a whistle.

“The last time I craved this… hell the only time I craved this was when I was pregnant with Jade.” Her voice was just above a whisper and she dropped the knife in her hand to the counter with a clatter. Jakes body tensed in a way that he wished it hadn’t, and he tried to relax around her body, pressing soft kisses to her cheek.

“Don’t play with me, Sevvie. Do you think you should take a test?” He mumbled, running the tip of his nose along the length of her cheek. She shrugged her shoulders, not really wanting to get her hopes up. Sevda shrugged her shoulders but ultimately nodded and continued to butter slices of bread.

“Maybe after we eat, I might start crying if I don’t get my grilled cheese.” She giggled, laying her head back against his shoulder.

“Deal.” Jake mumbled, pressing a kiss to her temple and unraveled himself from her, snatching up the milk jug and slowly made his way back to the stove.

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Once the both of them rush into their master bathroom, all smiles and giggles, Jake stands behind her with his hands on her hips as she reaches up into the medicine cabinet grabbing a pregnancy test. He smiles through the kisses he places on her shoulder, excited butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. She's been having cravings, that's a good sign, right?

Sevda stifled a giggle,” You know you're going to have to let go of me for me to actually take the test right?”

Jake slides his hands from her hips to rest across her stomach, holding her close to his body,” Give me a kiss, for good luck.”

She cranes her neck and places a soft kiss to his waiting lips, he deepens it softly sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before letting go,” I love you baby.”

Jake walks over to perch himself on the edge of the bathtub, pulling his phone out to start a timer for her while she takes the test. She quietly finishes and places it face down on the bathroom counter and turns to look at him. Sevda takes in Jake's sparkling hopeful eyes and it makes the butterflies dance in her stomach.

Jake eventually drops his gaze to his phone,” Thirty seconds left, baby.”

Sev nods and removes herself from the spot against the counter she's been leaning against, walking over to him,” Give me a kiss for good luck.”

She captures his lips with her own yet again as the timer goes off.

Jake studies her body language as she flips the test over to see the results. She's still as a statue for a few breaths, and he waits for her to do something. She grabs the white plastic pregnancy test in her hand and forcefully throws it into the trash can, the sound of plastic clinging against metal echoing off the bathroom tiles. Jake's heart shatters once again in his chest. She storms out of the bathroom and Jake follows her. She only makes it a few steps into their bedroom before her head hangs and she starts to sob.

He reaches out for her, wrapping her up in his arms, trying to shelter his soul mate from the blinding heartache they are experiencing. The sounds of her cries are making his ears ring as he holds her close, slowly he works them over to their bed. Laying her down he covers her body with his before rolling them to their sides. His own tears fall from his eyes. He knows she's tired of this. The ever constant disappointment. He provides her silent comfort as she cries into his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles over her back. Her tears that are soaking the fabric of his shirt are tearing the hole in his heart a little bigger.

After a long time, their tears run dry, and she's sniffling into his chest.

Sev speaks, for the first time in a while, voice unsteady,” Jake… I don't know if I can do this anymore.”

Yet again his heart breaks in his chest, and he pulls her body closer to his,” I know Sev, l know.”

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Josh sets his drink down and moves his hand to lay flat against your bump, “ The other night we felt her kick for the first time and it was the coolest thing Jake.”

Jake smiles at his twin.

“ Come on Sunshine, I know you want to kick your little feet out for us,” Josh cooes.

“Babe, I don't think she's going to do it on command.”

As the words leave your mouth, you feel your baby press on the right side of your stomach. Quickly you grab Jake's hand and press it over the area she's nudging, next to Josh's palm.

“Holy shit,” Jake whispers. His eyes widen as he looks at Josh. You notice Jake's eyes soften and he leans in and places a gentle kiss on your temple. He looks at you, “ You're so beautiful,” his gaze shifts to your stomach and then to Josh,” This is so beautiful. Thank you for letting me experience this with you.”

“Jake-” you start.

“I just, I just love you guys okay?”

He removes his hand from your stomach and you wrap your arms around him instead, “ She's going to love you so much, you're her Daddy's other half.”

Pulling away from you slightly, he wipes his under eyes, “ Damnit Y/N, don't make me cry.”

Jake pulled a deep breath in through his nose as he pulled up to his home, willing the tears that collected in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks to stop. He was so happy to have felt his niece kick, but the moment solidified what he wanted even more. Jake threw the car into park and reached up to wipe the tears off of his face.

He made his way into the house, taking note of how quiet it was and wracked his brain for Jades whereabouts, making a mental note to ask Sev where she had gotten off too. The smells in the house were heavenly and Jake followed his nose to find Sevda standing at the stove in the kitchen. Her back was to the cut in the wall between the living room and kitchen and she tossed a look over her shoulder as Jake sauntered into the room.

“Hi, Handsome. My mom took Jade for the night so it’s just the two of us.” She cooed, slowly stirring the cheddar broccoli soup to make sure it didn’t burn to the bottom of the pot. He nodded softly and made his way slowly over to where she stood. He reached up and rested his hands on her shoulders, slowly kneading the tense muscles before he wrapped himself around her and placed his hands gently against her stomach.

“I thought you’d want something cozy to eat and we could curl up to watch a movie since Jade’s gone for the night.” She giggled, tilting her head slightly as Jake leaned down and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“I felt their baby kick.” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her skin. Sevdas eyes widened as the realization of what he said set in. She placed the wooden spoon she was holding down into the holder beside the burner.

“What?” She kept her voice light, treading gently around the subject matter at hand. He nodded against her shoulder, letting his head fall to the side so she could hear him clearly.

“Yeah, I felt their baby kick. Josh said they had felt her kick for the first time and started harassing the poor little one, and Y/N got so excited almost like ‘Uncle feel’ she reached out and grabbed my hand, placed it against her stomach and boop a little foot kicked my palm. I cried…it was the most embarrassing thing, I couldn’t hold back the emotions and just cried. It was such an intimate moment you don’t expect to be a part of.” Jake couldn’t hide the way his voice cracked or the tears that slowly welled in his eyes. Sevda remained quiet for a moment, silently processing how big of a moment Jake had with Y/N and Josh. Her heart broke in her chest at the thought of that being them, how badly she wanted there to be a baby of their own to kick at his palm and lips when he pressed soft kisses to her bump.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was a whisper, her own emotions slowly beginning to become bigger in her chest. Jake smiled and nuzzled his face back into the crook of her neck, letting his fingers dance lazily over her stomach and the thoughts of putting his baby in her took over his mind.

“Yeah baby, I’m okay. It was exciting to feel how the tiny life they’ve created can be so powerful while still in the womb. Just think one day we’ll have a little life in here that we can feel kick and move.” He spoke in a dreamy tone and his fingers never stopped their dance along the expanse of her stomach. Sevda nodded and leaned her head to the side, pressing her cheek against the side of Jakes face.

“Soon baby… that’ll be us soon.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she reached forward and scooped up the wooden spoon to continue and stir the soup in the pot. Jake nodded and slowly began to sway their bodies, lulling both of their minds into a sense of peace and thoughts of little ones running through their heads.

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Sevda kisses Jake on the cheek before leaving him and Josh to get some creative work done.

“Us girls are gonna go take Jade to the park for a bit, and probably some ice cream or something. We'll be back in a couple hours.”

Jake walks with her to the door, where Y/N and Josh stood, kissing goodbye.

“Dude, let her breathe! She'll be back soon.” Jake busts on his twin.

“Sorry, sorry!” Josh's cheeks flame,” Be safe okay, I love you.”

Once the girls left for the afternoon Jake and Josh found their way into the music room filled with the various instruments he owned.

Settling down on the couch Josh pulled a small pre roll and a lighter out of his pocket,” Care to get the creative juices flowing?”

Jake snatched it out of Josh's hand,” Fuck yeah. Let me open a window so it doesn't reek in here when the girls get home.”

After finishing their session, they tried to work on new music, but the conversation kept veering elsewhere.

Josh leaned back on the couch, relaxing fully,” Dude. The other night was insane. I was admiring her bump, it was all very wholesome. But uh, it got heated really quickly, I ended up finger fucking her in front of the floor length mirror -”

“Woah woah woah. I don't want to hear that! That's Y/N you're talking about. Sweet little Y/N. She's nice!”

Josh blinks blankly at his twin who is sitting crosslegged on the floor in front of him.

“How do you think she got pregnant Jake?”

“I mean I know how she got pregnant Josh, it's just she's so sweet. You're dirtying her all up man,” Jake laughs. “ Defiling the poor woman.”

“I'm not defiling her! She's got a breeding kink too, ya know.”

Jake runs his hand through his hair getting flustered,” No I didn't! I didn't need to know either Josh.”

Josh rolls his eyes,” Yup, yup, I've never touched her, we got pregnant because we wished really hard on a shooting star Jake.”

“Fuck off man, you're such a dick,” Jake chuckles.

Josh laughs,” Look, I just thought you'd want to know about the mirror thing because it was fun. Maybe try it out. Do another position other than missionary for once.”

Jake scoffs,” We don't just fuck in missionary…”

Josh waves his hand in the air,” See! I knew Sevvie isn't always that prim and proper act she puts on for all of us. I know you well Jake.”

A shit eating grin appears on Josh's face as he takes in his twins reddening cheeks, telling that he was indeed correct.

“I'm sure pure filth comes out of her mouth behind closed doors, but you can keep it to yourself.”

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Jake groans as Sevs cool body meets his as she snuggles back into bed with him,” I just dropped Jade off at school. You're off today too right?”

“Well good morning to you too. Yeah, no plans today love.”

“Okay good.”

Sevda slides herself down under the covers, maneuvering herself between Jake's legs.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Silently she softly sucks his soft cock into her mouth.

Jake mutters, oh fuck, as her mouth begins to work over him as he hardens.

He exhales shakily as she spoils him, licking and kissing it before bobbing her head down his length.

He laces his fingers in her blonde locks, encouraging her to take him further.

“Fuck you're so good at that.”

She swirls her tongue over all of his sensitive spots making his hips buck. When she couldn't take anymore she pulls off of him, a string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. He swipes his thumb over her bottom lip, cleaning her up.

“So pretty baby. You always look so sexy with my cock in your mouth. I'd take a picture and hang it in our bedroom if you let me.”

She laughs and shakes her head before rising to straddle him. She grabs him in her hand, lining him up with her entrance before slowly sinking down, taking him to the hilt.

She sighs placing her hands on his chest,” You fill me up so well Jake,” grabbing his hand and placing it on her lower stomach,” I feel you up here baby.”

Sev places her hand back on his chest and begins to rock her hips, grinding on him. Lifting her hips and slamming them back down they groan out in unison, wet slapping sounds fill their bedroom as she rides him.

“You're so fuckin wet baby, just dripping all over me.”

Jake raises his hands to her chest, pinching her nipples before soothing them with his thumbs. She clenches around him, capturing his length in a silken vise grip.

“Fuck Sev, not gonna last like this, flip over.”

He pulls out of her and flips her around on the bed. She wiggles her ass in the air, enticing him to enter again. Roughly he grabs her ass in his large palms spreading her before he leans down and spits directly on her entrance.

She moans out, in disbelief,” God Jake that was so hot. Are you going to fuck your tight little pussy now?”

A feral groan rips from his chest as he pushes himself in to the hilt.

His hands find her hips, pushing and pulling them to match the brutal pace he has set. He feels her walls fluttering around him, signaling that her orgasm was approaching.

He leaned down over her hips,” Getting close baby?”

She whined a breathy yes, as he felt himself start to reach his end.

Jake tangles his fist in her hair, pulling lightly as he feels her let go around him,” Fuck… I'm gonna fuck a baby in you Sev.”

Jake's eyes roll back as he reaches his high, releasing deep inside her.

He leans down, placing his forehead against her back breathing heavily.

“What did you say to me Jake?”

His cheeks flame as his brain back pedals,” I, uh. Did you like it?”

“ Trying something new are we?”

Gently he pulls out of her and she sits back down on the bed,” It was hot Jake. Did you like it?”

“Maybe? It didn't turn me off.”

“Good, because the more I'm thinking about you saying it the more it's turning me on.” She leans her body flush against his and takes two fingers, gliding them between her legs gathering his cum before grabbing his still hard cock, lightly pumping him.

“I think somewhere in that brain of yours you liked it too, Your cocks still hard love, you like thinking about getting me pregnant huh?”

Jake pants lightly as she continues to pump his length,” I like hearing you say it.”

“ Go ahead Kiszka, put a baby in me. Fill me up to the brim. Fill me to the point your cum overflows and runs down my thighs.”

“Christ Sevda, that's so hot.”

Jake pounces on her, pushing her back against the bed kissing her rough. When he pulls away she looks up at him with round doe eyes,” Make me messy Jake.”

He growls, pushing his hips into hers, entering her in one swift thrust.

“Gonna cum in you so deep, fill you up, get you pregnant so fucking fast.”

His hips find a quick to the point pace, both of them feeling close already in the heat of the moment. Sevda claws her manicured nails down his back, surely leaving red lines in her wake.

“Fuck Jakey, do it, put a baby in me.”

He pulses and throbs inside her, getting so close to releasing.

“Here. Here baby, take it. I'm cumming-” his moan cuts his sentence off as he finishes, throbbing wildly as he cums harder than he has before. The feeling sending her over the edge once again.

Breathing heavily they come back down, his body shaking from exertions.

“I came so hard…”

A soft fucked out smile spreads on her face,” I know, I can feel it dripping out of me.”

Jake nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck,” You're going to be the death of me I swear.”

After he pulls out of her for the final time this morning she snuggles into his side, reveling in the post orgasm bliss. Sevda lightly chuckles.

Jake looks down at her face,” What could you possibly be laughing at?”

“Oh. Just that I owe Y/N $20. Since we just discovered that you also have a breeding kink.”

Jake's jaw drops as she laughs harder into his chest.

“God you two have no secrets do you?”

“Nope, none.”

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Sevda sets the plastic pregnancy test face down onto the counter and squirts a few pumps of soap into her hands, working it into a lather. Seizing the moment to herself, Jade busy with her imagination playing with Barbies and Jake off at rehearsal, she took it upon herself to take a test. Her period was late, but she hasn't put much faith in that since stress has greatly interfered with her cycle before.

As she shuts the water off she hears little footsteps heading her way,” Hi mommy.” Jade makes her way into the bathroom, little fingers grasping at the edge of the counter hanging off of it, peering at what was on top.

“Hi baby. Done playing with Barbies?”

Jade nods her head, the static-y fly aways swooshing around like a halo,” What are you doing mommy, what's that?”

Sev grabs the hand towel and drys her hands before replying simply,” Just taking a test baby.”

Jade tries to climb up the counter, her little feet kicking on the cabinets of the vanity.

“Hey, don't do that love. We have to be nice to our things so they don't break, furniture included.”

Jade nods her head and Sev could tell she was hurt by her gentle scolding,” Hey, can you help Mommy?”

Jade's eyes light up, eagerly replying,” Yes! Let me help!”

Taking a deep breath Sev picks up the test, still face down,” Can you be a big helper and tell Mommy if you see one line or two lines?”

Sev holds up her fingers to accentuate her words. Jade shakes her head yes over and over.

“Okay, you tell me what you see!”

Sevda holds the test out to her daughter so she can tell her the results.

“I see two lines Mommy! Two!”

Quickly she turns the test around so she can see the results for herself, and indeed there were two pink lines.

Two lines.

Finally two lines.

Pregnant.

Her free hand comes to her mouth as she gasps. Elation, relief, and joy harmonize within her body as she finally sees the results she's been waiting for. What her and Jake have cried for. What they have prayed to the higher powers for.

Tears spring to her eyes and run down her cheeks as the biggest smile spreads on her lips. Her daughter looks up at her with wonder,” Mommy?”

Sev puts the test back down on the counter and pulls her little girl into her body, careful not to crush her as she holds her close.

“Jade! Mommy's so happy! These are happy tears baby.”

Jade's little eyebrows furrow as she asks,” Happy tears?”

“Yes! My love, Mommy's going to tell you a secret, we can't tell Daddy. It has to stay between us, it's for girls to know only okay?”

Jade nods her head, eager to be a part of the secret,” Mommy has a tiny baby growing in her stomach. You're going to be a big sister.”

“Mommy and Daddy have a baby?”

“Yes sweetheart, Mommy and Daddy have a baby.”

“Yay! I want a sister!”

Sev laughs and puts her pointer finger in front of her lips,” Remember Jade, it's a secret. Only for you and me.”

Sevda let go of her daughter and she goes back to her Barbies, eager to get back to imagination land. She decided to hide the positive test in her nightstand within the pages of a Cosmo magazine knowing that's the last place Jake would look. As she sat down on the bed she placed her palm against her stomach, Sev couldn't wait for there to be a bump. She knew Jake was going to be so incredibly happy, this was the only thing he had wanted for so long. The more Sevda thought about how he would react the more she realized that she needed to keep this a secret until she knew for sure everything will be okay.

Hearing Jade yell that Jake was home, an enthusiastic ‘Daddy!’ ringing out through the house, her heart dropped into her stomach and she wiped her eyes and went to the bathroom to make herself presentable. Making sure everything was in place and nothing looked suspicious as Sevda knew she guarded the information that would turn Jake's life upside down.

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“Jake, can I ask you something? Something like a favor, if needed.” Josh asks his twin, twisting his fingers in his hands.

Jake furrows his brow lightly and sets down the acoustic guitar he was holding.

“What's up?”

“Um, would you be able to be there for Y/N, if needed of course, for the birth? Like in case we, I, need back up.”

“You want me to be there for your daughter's birth?”

“I mean yeah. If needed. Most likely you will just wait in the other room until she's born. If for some reason I can't handle it, I need to know that someone I love, someone that loves her, is going to be there to support her through this.”

“ I'm honored Josh. Of course I'll be there,” Jake chuckles softly,” If needed.”

Josh exhales, relieved for the conversation to go the way he imagined. The men fall silent, the only thing being heard is the dull clinking sound of the girls washing the dishes in the kitchen.

Nerves begin to amp up in Josh's stomach, he feels like he just needs to get some things off of his chest, things he couldn't possibly worry Y/N with.

His voice slightly shaking Josh asks,” So. How do I get a feel for what the baby is going to want? Like how do I know that she's crying because she's tired, or if she's hungry?”

Josh picks at the skin of his fingers, waiting for Jake to respond with something.

Jake clears his throat before answering,” Um, I'm not really sure Josh. You'll get the hang of it.”

“But, how am I supposed to be supportive and help Y/N navigate breastfeeding? I don't think I exactly understand what that means.”

Jake sighs,” Yeah man, I don't know. I met Jade right after she turned 3. Sev already did all of that by herself before she let me meet her.”

Jake feels his emotions rising as Josh keeps asking questions that he isn't sure he'll ever know the answers to.

“How am-”

“Josh I don't know! I'm Jade's stepdad. I don't have the answers to what you're looking for,” he mumbles,” I don't know if I ever will.” Jake clenches his jaw hard,” I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

Josh clasps his hand over Jakes squeezing it tightly. Josh is picking up on what Jake isn't saying reading between the lines.

“Jake…. I'm sorry.”

After a few breaths Josh asks if he wants to talk about it. Jake stays quiet, not trusting himself to speak, he simply shakes his head no.

“ You know you can trust me. Always.”

Jake's bottom lip quivers as he ducks his head down, his hair shielding his face. After a few breaths he pulls himself together enough to speak.

“I haven't told you because we didn't think it would take this long, and then Y/N got pregnant and you've been so busy with that. We've been trying to have a baby for so long, Josh.”

“Jake, I -”

“ It's been so hard. Every single test she's taken has been negative. I just….. I just don't think it's going to happen.”

Jake finally lifts his gaze from his lap to meet Josh's and there's tears in his eyes that match his own. Josh can barely stand watching his twin's heart break in front of him.

“We may just have Jade, and only Jade. It just… it hurts to see you guys living what we want… and I don't mean to sound rude but it hurts.”

Josh responds by moving closer to Jake on the couch and wrapping his arms around his brother. He could feel the dampness of Jake's tears against his shoulder.

Josh rubs comforting circles over Jake's back as he quietly asks,” Is this the real reason why you cried when I told you that she's pregnant?”

“Yeah Josh, it is.”

“I'm so sorry Jake. If you would have told me sooner I would have been sensitive to the topic. I didn't know.”

Jake sniffles,” No! No. I didn't want you to censor yourself around us. I want you to fully feel the joy you're experiencing. As much as it hurts, I really love watching you grow through this.”

“I love you Jake. And I'm really so sorry.”

“I guess if the time is right it'll happen, and if it's not…” he shrugs his shoulders.

Josh places his palms on his thighs,” I mean what about surrogacy? Y/N could -”

“No we couldn't ask that of her, oh my god.”

“ Okay well there's artificial insemination!”

“Josh. It's okay, you don't have to come up with an answer for us.”

“I know I know, we just love you, and we'd help you anyway we can.”

A smile cracks on Jake's face,” I know. Really just having this talk and you finally knowing what has been going on really lifts some weight off of my shoulders.”

A matching smile appears on Josh's face,” I’m glad I could help.”

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It was late in the evening, Sev had already put Jade to bed hours ago and she was sat on the couch in one of Jake's worn tshirts and sweatpants. She had decided to put on a corny movie from her youth, something she knew Jake would have no interest in watching, Legally Blonde. She picked up her phone, texting Y/N, chances are she was doing the same thing Sevda was, the boys being out late at the studio.

Sev- Are you up still?

Y/N- Bitch, you're really sending me a ‘you up’ text?

Sev- Fuck off, I wanted to show you something.

A thumbs up reaction appears over her last text. With trembling fingers Sevda locates the picture she took of her positive pregnancy test and pressed send. She was dying to tell one of her closest friends about her news. A minute or so after she sent the picture an incoming call from Y/N appeared.

“Hello?”

“Sevda you're pregnant?!”

A huge smile forms on her mouth as she giggles ,” Yes!”

“Oh my God! Did you tell Jake yet?”

“Not yet, I was trying to keep it under wraps, I told my mom but I couldn't wait any longer to tell you. I want to surprise Jake, I'm waiting on a few things from Etsy to come in.”

“He's going to be so happy babe.”

Sevda hears small sniffles over the receiver.

“Sweetie, are you crying?”

Y/N laughs,” A little, it's these damn hormones.”

Sev and Y/N talk for the better part of an hour before Y/N got too sleepy to continue the conversation. Sevda said goodnight and let her go after making her promise to keep her secret.

Shortly after she presses play on her movie once again, soon she hears Jake's keys in the door. He quietly takes his boots off before making his way into the living room where he can see the tv illuminating on the walls.

“Hey Sevvie, I'm surprised you're still up, it's almost two a.m baby.”

Jake sits down on the couch beside her and picks at the shirt she has on. He cocks his head,” You're wearing my clothes? You never wear my clothes.”

She snuggles into his side, resting her hand on his upper thigh,” I do when you're away. They smell like you, makes me feel close to you.”

He pulls her into his lap, “ You were missing me today my love. I'm sorry I had to be gone all day.”

“It's really alright, I understand.”

She kisses his cheek, smirking lightly, knowing that part of the real reason she was wearing his clothes was that the usual silky nightgowns she wore were getting a bit tight on her midsection. It wasn't quite a bump yet, but she didn't want to draw his suspicion. Her body was starting to show her second pregnancy much sooner than her first and she couldn't risk spoiling the surprise she had for Jake.

“You should wear my clothes more often, you look really cute.”

She cocked her eyebrow,”Yeah? I'll have to, your shirts are soft.”

“Are you ready for bed?”

She yawned into her palm before agreeing. Jake helped her up off of the couch and she led him up the stairs. Jake's palm squeezes into the flesh of her ass and he comments,” I think you should wear my shirt to bed tonight, you look hot baby.”

Once in their bedroom she pulls the borrowed sweatpants off of her body and crawls into bed with him, the soft fabric and scent of her lover wrapping her in comfort as he positions himself to spoon her.

“Goodnight Sev, I love you.”

“Night Jake, I love you too.”

Jake lightly snores behind her sound asleep already, Sev can't help but smile into her pillow as she runs different scenarios in her head, A little boy with Jake's features playing with toy monster trucks, or maybe a little girl playing dress up with Jade when she's old enough. Careful not to disturb Jake, she laces their fingers together and moves his hand so it's splayed over her slightly swollen stomach.

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“Do you mind driving, love?” Jake asks Sev, holding the key fob in his outstretched hand.

She grabs the keys from him and hops in the driver's seat, adjusting the rear and side view mirrors. They sit in Josh and Y/And driveway for a moment collecting their thoughts.

“I can't believe that just happened. Like I saw Halina be born with my own two eyes! I held Y/N’s hand and told her it'll be okay! That's fucking insane.” Jake runs his hands through his hair, processing the nights events.

Sev reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly,” I am so proud of you Jake. They love you. I know Y/N is so thankful that you were there for her.”

Jake murmurs,” I love them too. I'd do anything for Josh, even help birth their baby, I guess.”

Sev starts the drive home, the overwhelming amount of love she has for Jake swirling in her chest. During the ride she realizes that she has to tell him that she's carrying his baby. Tonight. She was going to wait until a few days after her birth, but she can't wait any longer.

“Jake… I love you so much. I'm not even sure I understand the magnitude of how much I love you. I am so in love with you.”

She turns her head to look at him and she's met with a smile and glossy eyes, surely his emotions are fried at this point.

Once back at their home, she leads him inside,” I have a gift for you Jakey, so does Jade.”

He smiles,” She was saying something about a gift earlier. I just figured that could mean anything from a rock to a Polly Pocket shoe.”

Sev laughs grabbing Jade's gift from the kitchen. She meets up with him and presents him with a shotglass full of yellow dandelions. “She said,’ Daddy needs flowers too.’”

He lets out a small chuckle,” I love them. I'll be sure to thank her.”

“Okay love, your gift is in the spare bedroom closet, let me go get it. Just wait in our bedroom”

She retrieves the blue bag with silver tissue paper sticking out, and butterflies erupt in her stomach. She was actually about to tell him that she was pregnant.

When Sev walks into their bedroom she's met with Jake sitting on the edge of the bed, twirling a single dandelion between his fingers.

“Sev? I want to thank you for letting me be Jade's dad. I know she isn't mine, but I really love her and that's enough, ya know? She's enough for me.”

Sevs bottom lip trembles as she places the gift bag in his lap, and she whispers,” I think you should open it now.”

He pulls away the tissue paper and it reveals three gifts placed in the bag. He furrows his brow and dumps them onto the bed in disbelief. He's met with a personalized guitar pick, engraved with ‘Soon to be Dad!’. Sevda's positive pregnancy test, and a newborn size onesie with ‘Newest Member of Greta Van Fleet’ on the front.

He immediately sinks to his knees in front of her, his face turning red and twisting with emotion as he hugs her body to him. He lifts her shirt pressing wet tear soaked kisses to her stomach,” You're pregnant?!”

“Yeah baby. We did it. We made a baby.” She pets his hair, holding him close.

“I can't believe it, oh my god. How long have you known?” He presses more gentle kisses to her skin,” My baby.We made a baby.”

He stands and pulls her with him to the bed, sitting down,” I've known for a few weeks love. I had to wait for your presents to arrive.”

He leans her back, kissing her softly,” I love my gifts, I do, but next time, I don't need them.”

Sevda lets out a laugh that echos in their room,”Next time?! This one isn't even here yet and you're talking next time.”

He presses gentle kisses to her face, trailing down her neck, “ You know I'll give you as many babies as you want.”

After a moment he raises his head again,” I'm seriously so happy Sev. This is the best gift I could have ever gotten. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Jacob.”

“Can I show you? Show you how much I love you? Let me make love to you Sevda.”

“Please do baby.”

Jake trails hot kisses down her body before lifting her shirt, paying special attention to her swollen stomach.

Fin.

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