#nate not being able to hold it in and grinning like this

[bradnateism]

Reporter, what the fuck was that? Serpentine, shell, serpentine. You know, the movie The In-laws. Peter Falk tells Alan Arkin, "Always run in a serpentine fashion." I was running evasively. The next time we come under fire, run in a straight line. You'll live longer.

[sturncrazy]

SECRET KINK

Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem!)

(anyone else = green)

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!NSFW 18+

this is from a request for a breeding kink soooo!! hope u enjoyyyy🫶🫶

(breeding kink…obvi, no protection, pet names, praise, lang, and light mentions of drinking at beginning)

authors note: GUYS!!! sorry it’s been a fucking MINUTE!!! schools been whopping my ass but i’m back babyyyyyy!! and to the baddie that sent in a request lemme say girl don’t apologize for being into the breeding kink stuff cause i think it’s hot too🫶💋

word count: 3,112

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“here❤️” you texted chris,

pulling your car into the driveway.

“doors open❤️ the boys are still here, dw they’ll head out in a bit”

“nw! i wanna say hi” you checked your makeup in your mirror. you and chris had been dating for almost a year and you spent a chunk of the week sleeping at each others houses. chris had been having a “boys night” with his brothers and their friend, and you could hear their voices shouting over video games as you walked in the door.

“hi boys!” you said entering the living room. you were received with a serises of enthusiastic grins, but none of them seemed able to budge from their game. you walked up to chris and gave him a kiss on top of his head.

“hi beautiful” he grinned at you briefly

“hi hon—ooh! can i have one?” you asked, glancing at the table full of beer cans.

“yeah of course! help yourself” chris said, returning his focus back to the game.

“oh man fuck you” said nate, throwing down his controller in defeat. you chuckled and snagged yourself a can out of the fridge. nate fussed around the coffee table, already bored.

“what’s this” he said, holding up a card game box.

“some shit we got as PR, but it’s a drinking game i think? don’t know, we can’t exactly post about it” chris said, momentarily glancing up from his video game. nate unwrapped it and flipped through the deck.

“damn these are crazy” he said, his eyes going wide.

“really?” matt said, clearly uninterested.

“yeah like, just straight up asks your body count or take a shot”

“ooooo how improper” you mocked. nate gave you the finger, kiddingly.

“read me one. i’ll be the judge of how fun the game actually is” the video game was becoming increasingly boring to watch

“okay, tough guy” nate said, skimming for a better card. his eyebrows raised, apparently landing on one

“what’s the craziest kink you have? drink half your drink if you don’t answer” you sucked in your lips, and raised your can to your mouth.

“oooooo” nick chimed in

“bet chris already knows that one” nate said, slapping chris on the shoulder. chris laughed, his tongue folding over the front of his top teeth forming a cocky expression.

“nuh uh, you couldn’t waterboard that shit out of me” you snorted. chris shot you a curious look.

“weird game, probably meant for horny high schoolers” you quickly tried to end the conversation and settled down on the couch next to chris, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and your fingers into his hair. he smiled up at you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, which resulted in him getting killed off in the game.

“aw shit” he muttered

“sorry babe” you chuckled

“YES! FUCK YEAH! I WIN!” nick yelled moments later, while matt chucked his remote half across the room.

“who’s playing me again?” nick asked, eager for another victory.

“not me man, i gotta get home and get some sleep” nate stretched.

“i can give you a ride” matt said, reaching for his car keys

“sweet. alright, bye brotha” nate said, pulling chris in for a half hug

“bye, y/n” he continued, tussling the top of your hair in a familial way.

“night, nate!” you laughed out as he and matt headed for the door.

“wanna get to bed soon? i’m pretty wiped out” you said turning to chris

“yeah sure thing. i just need to shower” he smiled up at you.

“let’s head downstairs” he patted your leg, urging you to stand up and took your hand, leading you to his room in the basement.

“night nick!” you shouted out

“uh huh” he half answered, clearly engulfed in another game. you followed chris and padded down the steps to the lower level. chris had claimed this floor his and had done a nice job with it, particularly since you helped. it was cozy and felt secluded. plus, the privacy of being two floors from where his brothers slept was an added bonus. you flopped onto chris’s bed and reached for the tv remote.

“cool if i take a shower now?” he asked, you nodded

“okay…better not be asleep when i get out” while chris was in the shower you snagged one of his old t shirts and tossed it on as a nightshirt. your eyelids were just growing heavy, when you heard his bathroom door pop open. chris walked out in plaid pj pants, shirtless, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. he looked effortlessly hot—enough to wake you back up. he gave you a smile

“i love seeing you in my clothes” you continued to stare dumbly at his body, you’d never get over the sight of him.

“you fallin asleep?”

“well now i’m up” you said dramatically giving him a once over, eyes wide.

“little freak” he mumbled, bending over you to give you a kiss.

“dick” you teased, shoving him playfully. he crashed down on the bed next to you. you moved your head to his bare chest. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close, before speaking against the top of your hair

“hey speaking of you being a freak”

“oh?” you laughed shooting him a look.

“was nate right that i’d know your answer in that game?”

“well…” you struggled for words a moment too long, chris caught on and pulled back to look you in the eyes. his mouth ajar in a shocked smile

“WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?! cmon y/n you have to tell me”

“what?? no way! nope!” you shook your head vigorously

“what? that’s so not fair. why not?”

“cause…i dunno it’s embarrassing. nuh uh” you felt your face begin to flush.

“we’ve had sex like a million times. and you’re telling me THIS is embarrassing?!”

“okay well that stuff is different”

“what stuff”

“like…fantasy…y’know?”

“oh so you’ve had FANTASIES you’re hiding from me” nothing you were saying was deteriorating chris’s curiosity.

“well no not fantasies but like stuff i’d never ACTUALLY do”

“you’re killing me here please TELL ME”

“NO!” you dragged the word out and rolled into a ball away from him, laughing. chris clamored on top of you and rolled you onto your back, pinning your arms down on either side of your head forcing you to look at him

“tell me right now i swear to god” he said smiling down at you, his still wet hair brushing against his eyes. you hated to admit the way he was holding you down was already turning you on.

“you’re gonna think i’m weirddd” you whined

“no i WONT! i promise” he let go of one wrist and offered you his pinky. you locked yours with him and widened your eyes

“you SWEAR you won’t judge me”

“cross my heart hope to die”

“you’re an idiot”

“just TELL ME”

“OKAY OKAY” you pushed him off you and sat up, facing him.

“but just to be clear, i’m not saying we’d ever like do it. i’m totally happy never doing this it’s just like a weird thing—“

“ehhhh whatever enough spit it out” chris said cutting you off. you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior and took a deep breath in.

“okay fine. i guess i’ve always kinda had a breeding kink?” you winced at your own confession. chris raised an eyebrow

“i mean i’ve never done anything to act on it, but like the idea of it is just hot to me…i know it’s weird”

“so is it just the idea of like not pulling out?” his tone was impossible to read and you felt your palms begin a nervous sweat, what if this freaked him out?

“no-well i mean— that’s a part of it yeah—but not just that, y’know?” chris nodded, taking in what you’re saying.

“but you’re on birth control right? like nothing would actually…?” he raised his hand, in gesture to what he meant.

“oh no, i guess it’s sorta more a role play thing? it’s not that i actually’d wanna get pregnant, just more the idea of pretending like that—i—it’s weird i know—sorry—“

“i don’t think so” he cut you off, shaking his head. you froze slightly

“you don’t?” he gave you a small smirk

“no, i get” you felt your heart beat heavily against your chest. he studied your face for a moment, the silence in the room drowned out by the obvious tension, before he suddenly broke out of it.

“so, what are we watching?” he asked lightly, lying back with his an arm behind his head and facing the tv. you felt a small wave of disappointment at the sudden shift, but went with it.

“oh i dunno, nothing looks great” you sighed, lying back down onto chris’s chest. he mumbled a response into the top of your head, his free hand softly brushing up and down your arm. you picked back up the remote and continued to flip through the screen. you landed on an old comfort show and before you knew it the conversation seemed like ancient history. chris eventually moved his arm from yours to around your waist. you raised a leg over his. your eyes flitted down to his fingertips where he was playing with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. he mustve noticed because he began to pull the fabric up higher, exposing even more of your barely covered lower half. you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“what?” he chuckled

“whatcha doing there christopher”

“nothing” he mused, watching his own hands fumble with the shirt, the occasional bump of his cold fingertips against your skin sending little jolts through your body

“y’just look so sexy like this” he mumbled

“oh yeah?” his hands now lightly grazing your bare hip bone, the angle of your body being the only thing keeping you from behind entirely exposed.

“mhm. gets me all worked up”

“how worked up” you said in a innocent tone, looking up at him with doe eyes before sliding the hand your had from his stomach to his crotch. his eyes screwed shut and he let out a small hiss as your palm reached his already stiff clothed length. you scoffed lightly.

“hard for me already, huh?” you began to rub your hand against him, adding some pressure. chris squirmed under your touch, a faint groan escaping him. he nodded.

“aww poor thing. want me to help you out?” you said in a sweetly, palming his dick harder. he nodded his head, again, vigorously. you removed your hand to spit on it and he watched you wide eyed. you bit your lip in a smile, loving getting to see his face contort in desperation as you moved your hand down the waistband of his pjs. you wrapped your grip around his hard cock, it twitched against your touch and he let out an unsteady breath. you kept your eyes on him as you began to pump your hand up and down his length, watching him let out small moans and grasp at the sheets nearby.

“oh—fuck—“ chris sighed out. throwing his head back, his eyes rolling back into the sockets. his obvious enjoyment only made you want to hear more. you began to leave wet open mouthed kisses on his chest and moved down, slowly. his stomach flexed against each kiss and he whined against your teasing. you reached his waistband and looked up at him. he lifted his hips, allowing you to discard the pjs. his throbbing cock, still slick with your spit, slapped against his stomach. you returned your hand to wrap around the base of it and brought your lips to leave a sloppy kiss on its flushed tip. he shuddered before you began to lower down, sinking his dick into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, a trail of spit leaving your mouth. chris’s groans and curses filled the room in harmony with your occasional gags against his length. you felt one of his large hands reach for the back of your head. you tried to prepare yourself for him to push you further down, fucking your throat as he often liked to, but we’re surprised when he yanked your hair back, pulling you off of him. you looked up at him in confusion. he smirked and reached for your waist to bring you closer to him

“can’t cum yet baby” he lifted you onto his lap, his lips brushing yours

“don’t wanna waste any of it” he rasped against your mouth

“wha—“ you tried to question, as he wrapped an arm around your waist and tossed you onto your back. he pinned you, wrists by your head, and leaned down

“you heard me” he said cockily, before beginning to kiss you. you almost managed to fight for more answers, but chris began to grind his exposed rock hard dick up against your pussy and your mind went blank.

“oh—god—“ you moaned dumbly, raising your hips higher to meet his motion. his cock began to run up and down against your slick bare folds, brushing your clit repeatedly.

“such a good girl—so wet for me” he breathed out, the tip of his dick just barely adding pressure against your throbbing entrance. you heaved and thrashed underneath him. he kept your arms pinned and savored watching you become even more desperate.

“chris—please—“

he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, and slide his hands to lock into yours.

“you ready baby?” he rasped out, letting go of your hands. you nodded and moaned against him.

“good” he said with a kiss before beginning to slide himself deep into your core. you let out a whimper as the tip of his dick pressed up against your most sensitive spot. a groan tumbled from chris’s lips and his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your walls fully tightening around him.

“god you feel so good, baby” he mumbled, before pulling back out of you almost fully

“please—fuck me, chris—“ you almost cried out, your pussy aching for more.

“—i need it so bad”

“yeah? you need my dick, honey?” he said sweetly, smirking down at you. you whined again and nodded as he thrusted deep into you again.

“oh god—yes—“ your fingernails reached to latch themselves deep into the flesh of his shoulders as he began to find a steady slow rhythm in and out and in and out of your squelching wet core. Chris’s eyes scanned your face and body lying beneath him as he fucked into you. they landed on your stomach and he licked his lips at the sight.

“fuck—look—can see me inside you—“

sure enough, his hard length created a bulge against your stomach with each thrust deep into you. Chris lowered a hand to press against it. you bit your lip and sighed out, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin and bit your earlobe lightly.

“can’t wait to fuck a baby into you” he hoarsely whispered

“what—“ you half moan out, still too consumed with pleasure to think straight

“you heard me, sweetheart—gonna fill you up and stuff your little pussy—you’ll look so pretty all full of my cum”

your stomach twisted and your heart raced. you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan at chris’s words.

“you want me to give you a baby? huh, princess?”

“fuck yes—-please—“ you said, desperately. chris continues to slam into you, perfectly hitting where you needed him most. he gave you a passionate kiss before saying against your lips

“you gonna take every drop of my load, right?“

“yes chris—i promise—“

“such a good girl”

“don’t fucking stop—fuck—“

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give your pussy all the cum it deserves” he started to pick up the pace of his even plunges into you and the sound of your skin slapping against his began to echo in the room.

“gonna get you all big and fat and pregnant. well make the prettiest baby in the world”

“oh god—feels so fucking good—“ you whimper

“you ready, baby? want my cum in you now?” chris groaned, breathlessly. you felt your walls tighten around him as the familiar knot in your stomach started to form.

“yes—-please—fuck chris fill me with your cum—“ his dick twitched inside you at your words

“you’re gonna make such a perfect mommy—you’re doing so good for me gorgeous—just keep taking me just like that—”

the knot in your stomach begins to reach its last moments

“Chris—fuck—I’m gonna cum—“ you cry out

“good girl—cum all over my cock, sweetheart—“ Chris huffed out, coaxing you to release. your hearing begins to buzz as you feel yourself come undone. Chris continues to fuck you through your high as his motions begin to get more sloppy, the clenching of your walls bringing him closer to cumming.

“Ohhh—oh shit baby—“ he began to whine

“mmm that’s it—cum in me, chris—put your baby in me” you sigh out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you start to regain your senses

“ohh—nggh—i’m cumming—fuck, baby—-here it comes—“ chris pants as he roughly thrusts into you, his thighs and upper arms shaking slightly.

“OHHHH—“ his brow furrows as his release takes over. he lets out a loud moan as he haults, his cock buried all the way inside you. he shoots hot, thick, strands of his cum deep inside your walls, and then collapses against your body. the two of you try to regain your breath. chris lifts himself back up to look down at you and gives you a kiss, still buried inside you. you smile against his lips.

“how was that” he breathed out

“fucking perfect” you giggled

“yeah? i think so too” he chuckled, giving you a peck before lifting himself higher off you to pull out of you. he removed himself, gently trying to be aware of your sensitivity. you whined at the loss a little. he sits back and stares between your legs where your entrances still pulsates slightly, his cum leaking out. his jaw went slack

“what?” you giggled again, feeling a little embarrassed

“i could get used to seeing that” he said, not pulling his eyes away

“chrissss” you whine, attempting to shut your legs. he stops you with his arms

“nuh uh” he says before taking two of his fingers up to collect his cum and shoving them back inside you. you let out a sharp moan at the sudden feeling. he leans back over you with a smirk

“can’t waste any” he said, giving you yet another kiss

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HEHE

hope u guys like this one

ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!!!!

💋

[worldlxvlys]

I NEED A PART TWO OF THE TEXTS W NATE WHERE HE TELLS THE GIRL LIKE THE AFTERMATH OF THE NIGHT SUBBY NATE?!?!!

touch

fwb! nate x sturniolo reader

warnings: smut, semi-public sex, p in v, cream pie, hand job, oral (male receiving)

a/n: for @robins-scoop ily <33

based off of these, go read if you want :)

nate and i had been at this party for hours, spending time with our respective friends to make ourselves seem less suspicious. luckily, my brothers weren’t here so we didn’t have much to worry about, we were just being extra careful.

i watched as nate adjusted the waistband of his sweatpants, attempting to relieve the pressure of his dick pressed against his pants.

he continued to let the girl beside him talk, never once opening his mouth.

so now he’s not listening.

staying true to my word, i stood up from my spot next to my friends, and made my way towards him.

as soon as he saw me approaching, his face turned red as he stared at me with wide eyes. he stood up in anticipation, looking as though he was trying to think of something to say.

i tilted my head at him, looking down at his boner, which was now even more apparent as he was standing.

“need some help with that?” i stated, loud enough for the girl to hear.

her eyes widened, as she glanced down to see what i was referring to.

“who’s that for, baby?” i asked him.

“you” he whispered. i moved my eyes to the girl beside him. “did you hear that?” she shook her head with wide eyes.

“speak up, nate” i spoke firmly.

“it’s for you, only you” he spoke up.

both nate and the girl beside him were flustered, staring at me with their mouths wide open.

“you hear him that time?” i asked, raising my eyebrows at her.

“yeah-yes, sorry” she breathed out. “i didn’t know-“ she started before i cut her off, “well, now you do” i said before grabbing nate’s arm and pulling him away.

i brought him outside, pulling him towards his car.

“wait, where are we going?”

“you’re driving us to your house.” i stated, reaching into his pocket.

“fuck” he groaned out when my hand brushed his dick through the pocket.

finding his keys, i pulled them out, shaking them in front of his face.

“just needed the keys” i spoke with a grin, enjoying how desperate he was.

“please” he whispered out.

“please what?” i asked, placing my hand under his shirt. i gently ran my palm over his abs, stopping right above where he needed me.

“i need you, please” i pressed open mouth kisses along his jawline while my nails lightly scratched his stomach.

“yeah? what do you need?” i breathed out against his skin.

“your hands. your mouth. anything, just- FUCK” his hips bucked up as i firmly grabbed his bulge.

i dangled the keys in front of his face, “drive.”

he quickly obliged, unlocking the doors to let us both in the car.

as he pulled off, he began to squirm and readjust himself.

starting to get annoyed, i began to palm him.

“shit” i groaned as his grip around the steering wheel tightened.

“keep your eyes on the road” i spoke, pushing my hand beyond the waistband of his sweats.

i swiped the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip onto my hand, bringing it to my mouth and licking it.

“hmm, tastes good” i moaned.

he stared at me for a second, eyes wide.

“the road, nate” i stated firmly. he quickly turned his head back to the road.

“please, baby. it hurts so bad” he whined.

“fine, you can’t wait? pull over.”

while he brought the car to a stop, i unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled his pants down far enough for his dick to spring out.

he was barely able to put the car in park before i took his tip into my mouth.

“jesus— fuck!” he groaned out, moving my hair out of my face.

i stroked his base as i focused on running my tongue along his sensitive tip.

“oh my god” he whimpered as his head fell back.

his hands shot out to his sides, looking for something to hold, eventually gripping his seat.

“you’re so fucking good, holy shit”

his feet dug into the ground, making him lift his hips up.

“stop moving” i spoke, pushing his hips down with my free hand.

“sorry” he whispered through his groans.

i left a kiss on his tip before moving my mouth to the underside of his cock.

i focused on the area right above his balls, kissing and sucking him.

i licked a long stripe up his length and took him into my mouth fully.

his hips bucked up into my mouth, making me glare up at him.

“sorry! fuck, i’m sorry. you just feel so good” i lightly caressed his thigh, silently forgiving him.

his cock twitched inside of my mouth, signaling he was close.

before he could finish, i pulled my mouth off of him, making him whine.

“you think you deserve to cum after not listening, baby?”

i lifted my hips off of the seat, pulling my pants down.

deciding to tease him more, i pushed my hand into my panties, circling my fingers on my clit.

“what are you doing?”

i ignored his question, my head falling back as i let out loud moans.

i pulled my underwear off, giving him a nice view of my glistening pussy.

“fuck” he groaned out.

“since you wanna let everyone touch you whenever they want, i’m gonna teach you a lesson about touching”

i looked him in the eyes, meeting his lustful gaze.

“want me to ride you?”

“fuck yes” he breathed out.

“beg”

he wasted no time in following my instructions. “please, please ride me baby. need you on top of me so badly”

i swiftly climbed over the center console, sitting on his lap.

his hands immediately went to my waist.

“you can touch me” i placed my hands on top of his, “but i get to decide where”

i pressed a peck to his lips, moving his hands to the hem of my shirt. “take it off” i whispered against his lips, staring into his half-lidded eyes.

he immediately obeyed, pulling it over my head.

“holy shit. you’re so fucking gorgeous” he said as he stared at my covered boobs.

i placed his hands at the clasp of my bra. taking the hint, he quickly unclasped it and tossed it to the side.

i pulled his shirt off and moved his hands to my tits.

he left kisses down my neck and attached his mouth to one boob, massaging the other.

he snaked his free hand between us, rubbing his fingers against my wet folds.

i pulled his face away to look at him, “did i say you could touch ?”

his mouth opened slightly as though he was going to say something, but he stopped himself.

“since you’re so fucking desperate” i spoke as i lifted my hips off of his, lining myself up with him before sinking down onto him.

“fuck, you feel so good” he groaned. “please let me touch you, please. need to feel you”

“hmm, i’ll think about it” i spoke before i leaned back, holding onto his knees as i rolled my hips into his.

“fuck, you feel so good nate” i moaned, throwing my head back.

his cock pressed against my walls as i continued to slam down onto him.

it was obvious that he wanted to be able to touch me, and it wasn’t long before i gave in.

“touch me baby” i barely even finished the sentence before his arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer.

“holy fuck, nate” i moaned.

his sudden movement changed the angle, and he was now hitting my g-spot every time i dropped down on him.

“oh my god, nate! right fucking there, shit!” i moaned at the top of my lungs.

one hand squeezed my ass while the other worked at my clit, bringing me closer and closer to finishing.

my slick was spread all over my thighs and his pelvis, producing a wet slapping sound when our skin met.

his mouth found its way to my boob again, alternating between licking and sucking as he stared up at me.

i moaned his name over and over as my breathing became more frantic.

“i’m gonna cum” he groaned out.

his grip on my ass got tighter but his fingers never stopped as he shot hot spurts of his seed into me.

i clenched around him at the feeling, making him whimper as i came undone on top of him.

i fucked him through our highs, trying to make the pleasure last as long as possible.

we stayed in that position for a while, slowing our breathing and relaxing into each other.

i rested my forehead on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist in a hug.

“am i taking you home?” he muttered softly, rubbing soothing circles into my back.

i let out a sigh, “i guess so” i pulled my head back to look at him, “i don’t wanna go, though” i spoke as my lips turned into a slight pout.

“i know, baby” he placed a peck on my lips.

“is it ok if i pull out now?” i nodded in response.

he gently lifted me up, both of us wincing at the feeling, “sorry” he whispered.

he reached into the console, grabbing napkins and cleaning us up.

when we finished, he just stared at me with a weird look in his eyes.

“what?” i asked in confusion.

he furrowed his eyebrows, “nothing, just thinking”

“ok, anyway let’s just go to yours” “really?” he asked, a smile spreading on his face.

“yeah, i’ll deal with my brothers later. let’s just hang out” i said as i started to get dressed.

“sounds perfect”

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[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦”

Inspo: Giveon - Make You Mine

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Male!reader

Summary: She’s just trying to make you hers...

Warnings: Fluffy as fuck with dom/sub undertones.

Words: 2799

“Y/n, just go talk to her,” Jules urged in a whisper, sitting beside you in the cafeteria. Secluded to a table at the far reaches of the other kid's eyes and care. You had always preferred it like that because if you were in no one’s line of sight, you made yourself less of a target. Because in Highland, everyone was a target to someone and you were simply trying to get through life without needing to deal with the assholes like Nate Jacobs.

But Jules, oblivious as to what you wanted, was desperately trying to ruin that. Which was; trying to get you to go talk to Maddy Perez. Your crush since your first day moving here. “She is busy with Lexi and Kat, Jules,” you pointed out, pulling your hood up. “And I have homework to do. And if we’re being honest, she wouldn’t spend a moment talking to me. She doesn’t even know I exist.”

Although it sucked hearing yourself talk so badly about yourself, none of it was false. You had a very, very small group of friends that you talked to. Sure, they were friends with Maddy, but that didn’t change the fact that you were a no-one to her. No matter the tattoos that were stabbed in your hand and arms, you were just a no one in a world full of someones. You never talked to her once in your life and although you wished that would change, you weren’t about to feint in front of your crush. So, if you had to go through the last few years of school never talking to her, so be it.

Of course, anyone that knew of your feelings held toward the girl always encouraged you to just make an effort. To try and speak to her at least. It didn’t have to be you announcing your love to her or some bullshit like that. But speaking to her and getting to know her. And you often opted to just walk in the opposite direction of whoever said that because you weren’t insane. If they thought for you, an outsider, loner, could just walk up to the popular girl and talk to her, they were the ones that were insane.

So, you stood by the wayside, Deftones playing in your ears as Maddy continued to live her life with no knowledge of your existence. It wasn’t a horrible way, but it wasn’t the greatest either. Sometime in the future, you wished to talk to her, but you weren’t jumping at the opportunity. It wasn’t who you were and never would be-

“Fine, I’ll just go tell her to come over.” Your head shot up from your arms where you had wanted to get some shut-eye. Eyes wider than the entire equator surrounding the earth as Jules got up and walked away; her path directing herself to the table holding, Maddy, Rue, Lexi, and Kat. An already nerve-racking group that you had never interacted with. Of course, you knew Jules and Rue were dating and from everything Jules had told you, the four were nice, but you never cared enough because you would never talk to any of them.

And you weren’t going to start now.

“Maddy, I have someone that would like to meet you,” Jules said, a cheeky grin forming on her lips as she slid into the spot beside Rue. Her lips widened when Rue placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Is it your brother?” Kat inquired. “What’s his name… Y/n Y/L/N, right?”

“Yeah, he’s really nice and shy,” Jules added with a chuckle. “He might not look up from his books, but he’s sat-” She stopped, looking to where you were sat. “Where did that little shit go?”

The sound of the cafeteria doors slamming shut drew the group’s attention with your figure able to be seen sprinting in the opposite direction. A hysterical laugh fell from Rue’s lips as she pressed her face into Jules's shoulder as Kat and Lexi were doing their best to hide their laughs. But Jules stared in shock of you, her brother, too scared to talk to a few girls. Except, Maddy finally saw you and was holding a warm smile on her lips.

In the coming weeks, you had avoided any interaction with Jules. Speed walking and hiding behind Elliot, who found it more than amusing that you were this nervous. Because you weren’t angry about Jules’ action. You were frustrated for sure, but just anxious about the inevitability of likely running into Maddy. Before you never had to worry because she didn’t know about you. But now, she knew you wanted to talk to her and now she knows of your existence.

So, that alone rivalled your comfortable way of living and getting through the hours of school. Constantly nervous about entering the wrong hall and getting ambushed by Jules or worse, Maddy Perez. Or worse, being in the same classroom as either girl because you knew your sister had been trying to kill you in the past few weeks for avoiding her. Going to school out your window and getting a ride from Elliot or having your dad deliver food to your room in fear of your sister’s wrath. It was childish, but your sister was a scary person when it came to you, so you weren’t taking any chances. But that still left Maddy who you didn’t know cared about your being alive or was waiting for her moment. If it was the latter, you were seriously fucked.

“I can’t keep being your bodyguard, Y/n,” Elliot sighed, trying to reach around your body and towards his textbooks. You stood between him and his open locker. Sure, it looked rather suspicious, but you cared less about what the others thought. You were just trying to reduce the chance of being found. Not that Elliot cared, either way, he found it adorable how your wide anxious eyes flickered down each of the hall trying to spot Maddy or Jules. “I mean, man, you are smaller than me, but I don’t have anything to defend you with. I could use a weapon, but then I would get arrested.”

“I’m not asking you to injure my sister or Maddy, idiot,” you grumbled, slapping his stomach. “I just need you to be a roadblock if they come after me. A simple and easy task that I know your small brain can manage-”

“You’re Y/n, right?” Maddy's sudden voice made you yelp and bang your head off Elliot’s locker, making the other boy laugh in hysterics as you groaned, holding both hands over the aching spot.

Beginning to grumble in annoyance at Elliot's increasingly annoying attack. “Elliot, shut it!” You whined, hand pushing him, which did very little to create space. He didn’t take the hint, reaching down and pinching your cheeks at your flushed cheeks of embarrassment and annoyance. Cheeks puffing out to break the hold his fingers had as he laughed and grabbed his remaining books.

It was only then that you finally remembered Maddy, who stared at the scene with an amused grin. That only caused your cheeks to redden as your gaze flickered to Elliot. “Hi?” You greeted, giving your best smile that was shaky and nervous. Which only increased the cuteness Maddy was already getting from your small interaction with Elliot.

“Hi,” she said with a short laugh. “Jules said you’ve been wanting to talk to me, but I never caught you in the halls or in class.” 

“Oh, that’s because he’s too afraid to see you or his sister,” Elliot stated. “I mean, it’s actually really funny- Motherfucker!” Elliot hopped on one foot, holding his shin from your kick. It made you smile as you poked at his sides, trying to make him fall over, which aggravated the pained boy. “Y/n, I’m going to kick your ass, you little shit!”

You hummed, turning your anxious gaze to Maddy, who was already holding your gaze. “Although Elliot is a douche, he isn’t wrong, I guess,” you said, pulling the cuffs of your sweater over your hands and holding the straps of your backpack. The actions drew her attention to your hands, able to see the black nail polish over your manicured nails. That and the rather beautiful tattoo’s that were inked into your pale skin.

It suited you.

“Well, if you ever want to talk or something, just let me know,” Maddy stated, making your eyes slightly widen in surprise. “Your sister gave me your number, so just text me whenever.” There was a pause in her words, a hint of a smile at the surprised look on your face. “Or we can call.”

Your cheek flushed a considerable amount as you stumbled over your words. Was any of this real? Was life real? Because if it was, you must be seeing into an alternate reality or dreaming. This wouldn’t be happening if not, right?

But you couldn’t think much about it as there was a commotion heard at the other end of the hall. Maddy’s eyes grew wide as she stared over your shoulder. “Um, you should run.”

Her words made you frown, following her gaze to see the source and you felt your heart halt. Jules wore a deep glare as she marched in your direction. “Y/n, I’m going to kill you, you little shit!” She yelled, making you yelp and start sprinting away with your sister close in tow. “You finally have the balls after avoiding me, huh? I’m going to kick your ass!”

Since then, Maddy texted you frequently which took you by surprise. An unexpected set of developments that did not change how easily flustered you got. Jules of course, after beating your ass, found it incredibly adorable finding you rolled up in your blankets on the couch watching whatever and beaming at your phone. And of course, she told Maddy every little thing that you did when it related to her and Maddy only felt her heart swell in admiration.

Now, Maddy enjoyed her time talking to you and the rare occasions you answered her facetime calls. Enjoying the shy smile that formed on your lips when your face popped up on her screen. Or how relaxed you looked when you fell asleep during the call. No other guy she knew actually showed this much to her or anyone for that fact. You were different, extremely different in the way you acted when she wasn’t or was around. And perhaps the main thing that brought her in was your shyness, but a lot of her curiosity had been brewing since Jules first mentioned you a year ago. There were pictures, but she hadn’t seen you once during the hours of school. It was rather surprising, to say the least, but now she could think back to all the times she saw a kid with his hood up and hanging around Elliot.

But today, she decided to be the one to take the further step and show up where you worked. Imagine how surprised she was to find out that it was a flower shop.

It wasn’t surprising one bit.

Walking inside, she was greeted by the soft and gentle music filling the air with the ac hitting her face softly. The scent was nice, which was expected when walking into a flower shop. Moving past the few displays of what seemed to be wrapped for flowers, she came to the counter and found you with your back turned to her. Headphones in your ears with a deep and sombre hum bellowing from your throat.

Your tattooed hands worked effortlessly with wrapping the flowers. Which made Maddy wonder if you’d been working here a lot longer than she might’ve once thought. But, she brushed the thought aside to knock her finger on the counter. The vibrations were enough to make you turn around, expecting a customer. When you found it to be Maddy, you yelped in surprise. “Holy shit, Maddy!” You exclaimed, dropping the bouche of flowers on the floor and causing Maddy to laugh softly. Pulling your headphones from your ears, you sighed in exasperation. “One of these times you’re going to give me a heart attack doing that shit.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” she said with a mischievous grin on her lips. “Not when you’re so cute to die.”

A familiar flush adorned your cheeks as you quickly picked up the flowers and turned back to what you were doing. In the recent weeks with her talking to you, Maddy had been flirting more. Trying to give you a hint as to what she wanted, yet, you were still too naive to pick up on the messages. It was adorable, to say the least. How clueless you could be when she sent you kisses after every phone call or the constant hook her finger would have in your belt loops. Hell, she thought the constant touching of your cheeks and saying how adorable you were would be enough. But it wasn’t.

Clearing your throat, you turned to her, cheeks having slightly faded, but still very much apparent. “So, um, what are you doing here? Did Jules tell you where I work?” You inquired shakily, hands fiddling together with the newest addition of rings. The contrast of your pale skin, black tattoos, and silver rings sent a jolt through Maddy’s system. Call her dirty-minded, but the sight alone made a growing heat form in the bottom of her stomach and slowly drop to the apex of her legs.

“You are correct in that statement,” Maddy quirked, leaning against the counter to get closer. Noticing how you took a tiny step back as you avoided her gaze. “She also told me you were free this weekend. So, we’re going on a date.”

That made you choke, literally. Spit getting stuck in your throat as you began to cough roughly, crouching down and hiding. Feeling your cheeks only redden with the sound of Maddy’s giggling to be heard.

She wanted to go on a date? What the fuck was happening?

Once you had regained your bearings, you stood back up and licked your dry lips. “I- I don’t know what planet Jules lives on, but I-I’m not free-”

“Y/n,” Maddy sighed, slowly making her way around the counter with your eyes following her anxiously.

“I mean, I have homework, my job-”

“Y/n.” She got closer.

“And Elliot also needs my help with a Chem assignment and h-he is no bright bulb in the bunch-”

Your words were halted when Maddy pressed you to the edge of the counter with her arms on either side of you. Trapping you in her gaze that was hooded with amusement and maybe the faintest amount of lust. It was truly something to behold, but you were hanging on by a thread now. Heart hammering against your chest and eyes wider than ever before. What didn’t help was the sudden tension in your pants that just had to happen at the worst possible time.

At this point, Maddy finally noticed the slight height differences between the two of you. She was at least half an inch shorter, but she guaranteed that when you took off your shoes, the two of you would be at similar heights. Which only brewed salacious thoughts to appear in her mind as to what she wanted to do after the date. “We both know you don’t have anything going on, sweetheart.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, doing your best to hold the gaze with the rather intimidating girl, who grinned. “So, how about we forget you trying to opt out because you are scared of me, ‘kay?” Her fingers hooked in the loops of your pants and gently tugged you forward. A whimper falls from your lips, making your eyes shoot wide with a hand clamping over your lips with your cheek brightening.

The sound only made Maddy smirk as wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled. “I’ll get you at 6 tomorrow, alright?” You gave a meek nod, making Maddy chuckle as she gently scratched at your waist. Her eyes were slightly squinty as she stared contently at your embarrassed features. “I’m going to make you mine, Y/n. Believe me when I say that.”

And as quick as her warmth had invaded your senses, it was gone in a matter of seconds. Her departure was sounded by the bell above the entrance that allowed you to finally let out a breath. A shaky smile formed on your lips as you toyed with your rings.

You may not have realized it, but you were already hers by the moment you first saw her.

[jahayla-parker]

you could do one where dylan responds to 75 questions from vogue in his house while he holds one of his twins who fell asleep in his arm ( i just saw cardi b one when she’s holding kulture and it was hella cute that’s why i was inspired ) and his house with reader is just so bohemian and colourful and there are so many toys ! we love a messy organized/clean house not like those celebrity museum 😭

The Vogue 75: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Summary: 3.5k wc, Dylan allows the crew at Vogue enter his home and meet the reader, his amazing wife y/n, and their precious kids, proud to show off this side of his life as he silently admired how blessed his life was.

Warnings: family dynamics I guess? That’s about it!

“Babe, what are you doing?” Dylan asked, amusement clear in his tone.

“Cleaning Dyl” y/n groaned, “they’re going to be here soon”.

Dylan laughed and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You act like we’re some kind of chaotic household” he teases, kissing her cheek.

She smirks, “us? Chaos? Never!”

Dylan laughs, “see, there’s the spirit!”

She rolls her eyes, “Nate threw his peas everywhere though”.

Dylan suppresses a laugh but it doesn’t go unnoticed by y/n.

She steps out of his arms, turning to face him with her arms crossed over his chest.

He holds his hands up in defense, “I don’t know why he does that with you”.

“Mmhmm” she squints, “well since it’s so funny, you can clean them up while I get Avery dressed”.

Dylan laughs and nods, “fine, but then we’re done. The house is more clean than normal, we don’t need to make it look like we don’t actually live here”.

“Deal” she says, grabbing the fresh basket of laundry he finished moments ago.

“Aves hun, we need to change into regular clothes for daddy’s interview” y/n says, knocking on Avery’s doorframe to alert her of her presence.

The four year old grins at her mom and nods, “dress?”

Y/n smiles and kisses Avery’s head, “sure thing Aves. Which one?”

———

After getting Avery dressed and styling her hair in the way she wanted, y/n allowed Avery to return to playing with her toys.

“Dylan, have you seen Nate’s white socks? I only see his red ones here. I was planning on having him wear-“ y/n begins but stops when she sees Dylan had finished cleaning up the mess of peas on the floor from Nate’s lunch and dressed their two and a half year old.

Dylan smiles proudly up at y/n, “this is what you had planned right?”

She smiles back, walking over to her husband and son, giving them both a quick kiss, “yes, now both my boys are ready”.

Dylan blushes and picks Nate up to hold him, “seems the girls are too hmm?”

Y/n blushes as well but shakes her head as she laughs, “I’m still in my yoga pants and crop top Dylan”.

Dylan shrugs, looking at his son, “doesn’t momma look gorgeous?”

Nate coos and giggles, squirming in Dylan’s arm.

Y/n laughs and gives Dylan a kiss, “thanks handsome but I’m still changing into actual clothing and fixing my hair”.

Turning to Nate who is watching her intently, she smirks, “besides I think I have some peas in the bun”.

Nate turns his head to the side and babbles, making the couple laugh.

———

“That’s so exciting” the interviewer gushes, adjusting her seat on their couch in the living room, “what was the best part of that filming experience?”

As y/n quietly grabs a bowl of cheerios from the kitchen for Avery with Nate on her hip, Dylan’s face instantly breaks into a huge smile.

“I can truthfully say, as cheesy at it sounds, being able to be near my family and staying in our home was the best” he says, releasing a blissful sigh.

Y/n pauses her actions and smiles across the room, the kitchen island being the only barrier between the rooms.

Dylan winks and blows her a kiss, causing the cameraman to turn his camera towards y/n.

Y/n bites her lip and waves nervously with her free hand causing Dylan to smirk at the fact his wife still is just as awkward in these situations, happy fame hasn’t changed her in the slightest.

“This is your wife, yes?” The interviewer asks, causing Dylan to get up and walk over to y/n.

He helps y/n by taking Nate from her so she can get the cheerios poured into the bowl easier.

“Yes, this is the stunningly beautiful and insanely smart y/n y/l/n O’Brien. My wife and mother of our children” he gushes, blushing when he sees how everyone is looking at him.

Y/n smirks and giggles as he composes himself, kissing his cheek, “the charming Dylan O’Brien folks”.

She smiles and excuses herself to go to Avery.

———

The couple had decided not to force the kids to be in the interview unless they wanted to or happened to pass by or entered the room they were in.

They wanted it to be a normal day for them.

Therefore, most of the interview had passed before Avery showed herself to their guests.

She’d been content continuing her playing in her bedroom until y/n brought her a snack.

After finishing it, she wanted to put the dish away herself.

Well, mostly herself as y/n still needed to help her reach the sink and faucet.

Dylan was trying to get Nate to stop crying as he held him and tried to still answer the interviewer’s questions.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in his direction to silently ask what happened and if he needed help.

Dylan had a look in his eyes that told her he wanted to handle this.

Not just because the crew was there and cameras were on him.

Dylan always wanted to be the best father to both of their children and to him that meant being able to fix their fussy moods without his wife’s intervention.

While Nate behaved better for Dylan when it came to eating and bathing, he was more cooperative with y/n when it came to getting dressed and his play time.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t wanting the other parent to do those things, but for some reason he just had these preferences.

Dylan respected them but wanted to ensure Nate saw he could help him with those things too.

Y/n had seen the look in Dylan’s eyes when he showed her how Nate let him dress him without much of a fight earlier.

That look was gone now as Dylan clearly struggled to keep his fussy son on his lap and calm.

———

As y/n lifted Avery to let her rinse her dish, she watched Dylan closely to see when she could intervene without Dylan getting the wrong idea.

She knew eventually he’d likely get it handled but he was in the middle of an interview, that’s where his focus should be.

But Dylan thought otherwise.

He didn’t care if he was working or not, his son was upset and he wanted to fix it.

He’d already ensured he didn’t need to be changed, tried to feed him or get him water, play with him, nothing.

Dylan tried to simply rock him in his arms to see if he was just really tired.

As y/n opened the dishwasher for Avery and bent lower so she could place her bowl, she heard Dylan sigh.

“Babe, I think he wants you. I can't get him to stop crying “ Dylan said, trying to hide his disappointment with a soft laugh.

"Did you try his flamingo?" Y/n asked kindly, setting Avery on her feet and letting her run off to the toy shelf in the living room.

“Yes, his favorite one too, the one with the hat, he just pouted and dropped it before crying again” Dylan said, wiping the tears off his sons face before moving to hand him to y/n.

She shook her head so softly only Dylan could see it and tickled Nate, "Ahh, that's right little one... you can’t expect your daddy to know you don’t want the flamingo with the hat anymore”.

Dylan frowned and scrunched his eyes in surprise and guilt; how did he not know that it had changed?

When did it change?

Had he been giving Nate the wrong one for days and not knowing?

Y/n noticed Dylan’s silence and smiled at her boys, kissing both of their cheeks before walking to where the correct one was.

“ ‘member Nate? Daddy was showering when you decided just this morning that your new favorite was the flamingo with the glasses" she added, grabbing the appropriate stuffed flamingo from the floor.

Dylan let out a sigh of relief, it hadn’t been long.

He had no way of knowing of this change yet.

Y/n smiled and walked back to her boys, Avery on her heels.

“Here ya go Dyl, that should fix this one’s fussy state” she said, tapping Nate’s nose softly.

“Ahh, thank you love. Is this the one you want now? Hmm? Secretly changed your favorite flamingo on me?” He asked, a genuine laugh following.

Y/n smiled and lifted Avery as the little girl raised her arms up towards her.

Dylan scooted over on the couch, signaling for his wife and daughter to join him and Nate.

Y/n obliged and snuggled into his side.

Dylan wrapped one arm around y/N’s waist, the other supporting Nate as he snuggled his latest favorite stuffed flamingo toy.

Avery smiled at her dad before moving from her mom’s lap to join her brother on Dylan’s.

Dylan kissed Avery’s forehead and smiled, tugging y/n closer to him.

After letting the family have a moment, the interviewer kindly turned them back to the interview.

“How many flamingo stuffed animals do you have?!” She laughed lightly.

———

Y/n laughs and bites her lip as Dylan blushes, looking around the room.

She’d planned on picking the toys up last night but forgot and if Dylan was already trying to keep her from even cleaning up the mess from lunch, she wasn’t going to push it and put the toys away.

Plus, she hoped they’d keep the kids busy and out of Dylan’s hair for the interview.

Dylan rubbed his neck as he laughed, counting the various stuffed flamingos he could currently see, "at least eight?"

“Eight? Is there a reason they’re all flamingos?” She asked, making Dylan’s face brighter.

Dylan hid his face in his wife’s neck as if he was a child himself, his facial hair tickling her skin.

“We were in Florida when Nate got to watch his dad work on set for the first time” y/n explained, smiling at her family.

Avery’s eyes lit up as she watched her mom retell the story.

“Avery had seen his previous set but both kids fell in love with the beach set in Florida. They had Dyl actually on the beach one day and it was really nice, the kids got to play in the sand with him between takes” y/n recalled.

“These two take after their mom in how much they love the beach” Dylan whispered, his head resting on y/N’s shoulder but his face no longer hidden.

Y/n blushed, “Avery fell in love with the seagulls, hence-“ she said, pointing towards the fake nest resting next to the toy boy, a family of stuffed seagulls in it.

Avery giggled and nodded her head making Dylan smile and tickle her so she kept laughing.

“Whereas Nate adored the flamingos” y/n finished, shrugging.

———

“And they clearly have very supportive parents who let them enjoy these things and care about their interests” the interviewer complimented.

“Y/n may keep a list on her phone of their latest likes and dislikes to help us keep up” Dylan admits, kissing y/N’s cheek in appreciation.

Y/n blushed but turned the conversation back to Dylan, after all, the interview was on him.

“Speaking of the flamingos though, both the one with a hat that used to be his favorite, and the one with glasses that is his newest favorite, were gifts from Dylan” she smirked.

“The same goes for Avery’s favorite doll” she added as Dylan watched her in surprise.

He hadn’t even realized that.

It meant a lot to him that his kids chose his gifts as their favorites.

Especially Avery’s, as she was very independent like her mother and would often pick her own toys.

So the idea that one her dad picked for her instead, made his heart soar.

———

“They certainly seem to adore you Dylan” the interviewer agrees, making Dylan look at the kids in his lap who were now both content in his arms.

“They always have, which is why I can now go make dinner” y/n jokes, excusing herself now that the kids were occupied and safe.

“Now that they’re older, do your wife and kids travel with you when you need to film in another location?” The interviewer asks.

Dylan smiles over at his wife as she starts quietly setting up her cook station.

“They do yes. I’m beyond blessed in that y/n’s scheduled allows her to travel so freely and that she’s willing to help wrangle these two on the plane rides” Dylan says, admiring the two tiny humans on his lap.

“They’re not that bad on the plane Dylan” y/n teasingly scolds, shaking her head.

“But yeah, I get to have my perfect little family with me. I wouldn’t do it otherwise” he admits, blushing again.

“However, I do prefer us working local as we can be in our own home and relax more, it’s our space that’s tailored to just our family” he explains, eyes glancing around at the random assembly of plants, photos, toys, and blankets everywhere.

“Do you mind if we get some shots of the house itself before we go?” The interviewer asks, signaling to the cameraman.

Although they’d discussed it already, Dylan makes eye contact with y/n to double check, only for her to nod and smile.

———

“Ooh I can show our bell!” Avery gasps, slipping off Dylan’s lap and running to the front door.

“Wait up Ave!” Dylan calls, laughing.

“The bell?” The interviewer asks quietly.

“The doorbell, she loves the sound it makes” Dylan smirks, following his four year old.

“Nay-nay want to help them see?” Avery asks, looking at the boy in Dylan’s arms.

Although undoubtedly having little to no idea what she was saying, Nate claps his hands loudly.

Dylan sets Nate down so he can walk next to his sister and he smiles over at you, hoping you saw the sweet sibling interaction; which you did.

He leads his children into the front yard, the vogue crew following and closing the door behind them.

Dylan gets out his phone to record the scene himself so you can watch it after dinner.

———

“Ready?” Avery encourages Nate, carefully lifting him so he can push the button himself.

Dylan smiles to himself as he records his daughter being so supportive to his son and helping him press the “magical” doorbell.

It was simply a regular doorbell that they’d connected to their Ring camera higher up on the wall.

It was y/N’s idea as last year for months, little three year old Avery had pouted about not being able to ring it herself without being held.

It occurred then to Dylan his daughter knew Nate was too short to do that alone yet so she was helping him get to experience the thrill she seemed to feel when pushing it.

The chimes for that lower doorbell were specifically programmed to make the instrumental sound of her favorite Princess film theme song and always made her smile.

Dylan bit his lip as he thought about how they might need to now figure out a song that worked for both kids or somehow add a third button to their door.

However, when Nate was set back down, he noticed Avery grinning as Nate just stood waiting for someone to open the door.

Dylan chuckled and let out a sigh of relief before complimenting Avery on how she handled the situation and scooping Nate back up.

“You did that so well angel, do you want to show our guests the tour of the house?” He suggested, pleased with the glowing eyes that reminded him of y/N’s staring back at him.

———

Dylan watched peacefully as his oldest lead the crew around their home.

He laughed when he noticed she was explaining the rooms by saying what the family did in them.

For example, the family room was now called the “watching tv and playing games” room.

As they entered the kitchen, seeing the camera on Avery, he snuck the chance to kiss his wife as she cooked.

“Is it going okay?” Y/n whispered as Avery described the kitchen as their “food and dish room”.

“Absolutely. I know I say it often, but thank you for our perfect little family and letting me share them with the world “ Dylan whispered, holding Nate closer to him.

Y/n blushed, “as long as the public doesn’t say anything about the kids, I have no problem showing off our life”.

“I won’t allow that y/n/n, you and the kids have my word” he assures her, squeezing her waist with his hand that wasn’t on Nate.

She nods, “I know Dylan, now go finish so we can eat”.

“We actually are finished now” the backup cameraman spoke, turning the second camera towards the family and off of their photo on the wall.

“We just have to do your outro” the interviewer agreed.

“Come here Avey dear” Dylan encourages, bending down to pick her up.

“Here, let me hold Nate” y/n offers, wiping her hands on the cloth rag on the counter.

Nate babbles as he snuggles into his mom’s side and Dylan wraps one arm behind her, the other holding Avery to his other side.

“Ave, Nate, can I have some help?” He asked, having trained them on it so he could include them.

Avery nods and smiles up at her Dylan and Nate sucks on his thumb quietly, making y/n shrug.

Dylan grins and nods once, “alright”.

“I am Dylan O’Brien” he says, grinning so wide y/n is sure his lips will split, “and this was…”

“The voooogggg seveny fwive “ Avery says, nervously.

Nate babbles and claps his hands, making both parents smile at each other and their kids.

“Annnd cuuutt! That was so adorable, thank you all for letting us invade your space today” the interviewer thanks.

“Of course, and please don’t feel you need to rush out, you are welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like” y/n says, Dylan admiring how sweet and accommodating she is even though she has been working so much this week.

“That’s very kind, thank you. But, we have a long drive back to town, so we should head out now. Thank you again” the interviewer responds.

Dylan smiles and happily guides them to the door, pleased he will now get time with just his family and no more cameras.

———

As he turns back around, he pauses to watch the love of his life, his wife y/n, and her only competitions, his children Avery and Nate, as she holds one kid on each hip.

He smiles to himself as he snaps a photo on his phone, needing to use it for a new Lock Screen.

Alright, now, no more cameras.

“Want me to get them sat up to the table or want me to dish us all up?” Dylan asks faintly, not wanting to break the calm.

Before y/n can respond, he shakes his head and laughs.

“What am I thinking?” He scolds himself softly, “you cooked, I’ve got both tasks”.

“Dyl-“ she argues as he gently takes the kids into his arms.

“Ah, ah, shhh” he smiles, “I’m doing this small thing for my lovely family”.

Y/n blushes and accepts his token of appreciation and love as she follows him to their dining room.

Dylan sets both kids in their respective seats, ensuring they’re secure.

He winks at y/n, “you know, there’s an extra seat still”.

Y/n hummed and smirked, “not for long”.

Dylan sputtered and nearly fell over in his attempt to face her again when she interrupted his departure.

———

Dylan slowly, as if moving too fast would somehow make it turn out to be a joke, walked to y/n and knelt beside her.

“Really?“ he whispered softly, his soft eyes dotted with tears.

“Oh Dyl” she coos, cupping his face, “yes, really”.

Dylan smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, his watery eyes now fully crying.

“Daddy?” Avery asks worriedly.

Dylan sniffles and raises to a squatting position to she can kiss y/N’s lips, cheeks, and nose.

“I’m okay Aves” he promises, the loving tone shining through in his voice, “I’m more than okay”.

Y/n goes to give Dylan another kiss as he rests his hand on her barely existent latest baby bump but Nate babbles loudly.

Dylan and y/n laugh and smile at each other.

“Even more of a reason you should be resting!” He reprimands suddenly, a smile still present on his lips as he turns to get their dinners.

Dylan couldn’t be happier or imagine his life with anyone else, anywhere else.

He was honest when he said he’d give up his career for his family.

He was just fortunate that his wife didn’t seem to mind the chaos it brought them.

He didn’t stop smiling as he dished each plate and cut up the food into smaller pieces for the kids.

Soon there will be three dishes to do that with he thought, his smile growing until it physically hurt; not that he minded.

Dylan O’Brien Taglist: (last round) @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @directioner5life

Dylan is being added to the archived list so you can still see these works but I won’t be accepting requests for him anymore.

[runningfrom2am]

achilles heel - III: getting a head start

summary:

Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

tags/warnings:

rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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January 6th, 2019

Grace pulled herself out of bed three hours before her eight am class the next morning, giving herself ample time to have a shower and get ready to go eat breakfast with her brother before class. Today was a bit of a treat, because Nate had an eight-thirty class in the building next to hers, and had the chance to eat with her and walk her to class.

She knocked on his dorm door when she was all ready, holding onto her coffee mug and stepping back a little bit in anticipation of the door opening. It's only a few moments before it does, her boyfriend smiling down at her. "Good morning, my love." Nate smiles, leaning down to kiss her forehead as he closes the door behind him.

"Morning!" Grace smiles, admiring how his dark eyes compliment his messy brown hair.

"What's on the menu today?" Nate asks as they make their way to the elevator, hand placed low on her back.

"The usual." Grace shrugs, taking a sip of her coffee while they wait for the elevator.

They make their way down to the caf, hand in hand most of the time as Nate goes on and on about his classes, hardly letting Grace get a word in until Ben joins them at their table, internally cursing to himself over having to sit across from this guy that he's never liked.

"Hey, Ben, how are you, buddy?" Nate asks as her brother sits down.

"Fine," Ben replies, clearly already bored as he takes a bite of his cereal.

"What class do you have this morning? You never get up this early." Nate jokes.

"Uh, history 120? I'm in Grace's class. Figured you'd know that." Ben grumbles, looking down at his phone.

"Oh! Right. Yes." Nate nods, looking over at his girlfriend. "How's that one going?"

"It's good! We're talking about some really interesting stuff already, we've got this one book to read and I'm already on-" Grace starts explaining excitedly, reaching into her bag under the table to grab it out to show him.

"Oh, Ben, I heard engineering got invited to your frat's opener this weekend. I think it'll be fun." Nate interrupts her, and Ben freezes as he looks between the two of them. Grace looks disappointed, but like she wasn't going to finish anyways. She's used to this, her boyfriend just gets distracted so easily. Most times she finds it cute, but not so much as of late. She always just figured it was a symptom of his high IQ, which he does love to talk about as well. It drives Ben up the wall, and it always has.

"Dude- she was talking to you." Ben says, pointing his spoon at his sister. "But yeah, fuck it. I guess it'll be fun." He shakes his head as he speaks, hunched over with his elbows on the table as he continues to eat.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, Love. Continue." Nate smiles at her and watches her eyes light up again, holding the book out to him and he takes it, quickly skimming through it.

"So, yeah I'm already about halfway through it. It's incredibly fascinating, being able to look into one person's life on such a deep and analytical level when their world was so far removed from how we live today." Grace grins, and Ben rolls his eyes. Not because he's upset with her, but because he's frustrated that she doesn't see that this guy is a dick to her.

"Oh, yeah. I read this in high school. It's quite interesting." Nate agrees, handing the book back to her. "They're teaching this in university? Seems a little juvenile."

"Well, it is a first-year course." Grace shrugs, putting the book back in her bag. Ben is practically seething at this point. His sister is so smart- it frustrates him to no end that she doesn't, at least noticeably, understand that her boyfriend is talking down to her.

"Let's go, we're gonna be late," Ben grumbles, chugging the rest of his milk out of the bowl and standing up.

Nate looks at his watch, furrowing his brow. "Ben, we have like half an hour before your class starts and it's only a twelve-minute walk away." He says but Ben is already walking off to put his dirty bowl away.

"I'll just grab a refill on my coffee and we'll go." Grace smiles at him, standing up and kissing the side of his head. "I'll be right back."

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

They make their way to class, with Grace struggling to keep up with the two taller boys who just tend to walk a lot faster. She does notice, though, that Ben is moving quicker than normal.

"This is us," Grace says, stopping in front of the door while Ben just walks straight in, sitting in the back row that is almost empty since they still have fifteen minutes before class starts. He blocks off the two seats next to him with his bag and his coat, waiting for you to come in and for Rafe to show up.

It's a few minutes of Grace and Nate chatting in the hallway before Rafe shows up, brushing past them and saying a quick 'hi' to Grace before joining her brother in the back row.

"Morning." Rafe yawns, handing Ben his coat and sitting in the now empty seat.

"Morning," Ben mumbles back. "How'd you sleep? You sound tired."

"Alright." Rafe shrugs in response. "I was up late doing the readings." He explains, making his friend raise an eyebrow at him.

"You did those?"

"Well, yeah. I figured I'd at least try to keep up with the workload this semester." Rafe replies, digging his laptop and books out of his bag.

"Did you hear we invited the engineering guys to our party?" Ben asks, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

Rafe adjusts in his seat and shakes his head. "No, uh, I didn't know that." He clears his throat, grabs his water bottle, and quickly takes a sip.

"Yeah. Nate said he's coming. Which fucking sucks." Ben whispers, leaning closer so Grace or her boyfriend can't hear from the hall.

"Why?" Rafe asks. "I mean, I know you don't love that guy but I don't know shit about him so fill me in."

"He's fine." Ben sighs, shaking his head and glancing back towards the hallway. "He's just such a dick. I don't even think Grace can see it because he's like, brainwashed her into thinking he's a gift from God or some shit. It's annoying. He is like, only physically capable of talking and thinking about himself. It's actually impressive."

"Sounds like an asshole." Rafe looks back at the door as well, seeing Nate kiss Grace goodbye as she slips in the door. ‘Maybe he should ask Ben for her number after all, if he hates her boyfriend so much’ Rafe thinks to himself as she walks up, and he can’t help but admire the way her black jeans are hugging her thighs just right and her orange sweater drapes over her almost like a blanket. She looks comfortable.

"Hey!" Grace smiles at the two, way too cheery for eight am. Ben quickly moves his books and she sits down on the other side of him.

"Hey, Grace." Rafe smiles at her. "Was that Nate?" He asks, sharing a brief look with Ben as she pulls everything out of her bag and places her coffee on the desk.

"Yeah, he's got a class in E building at eight-thirty." She explains.

"He seems cool." Rafe says, nudging his friend who just rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, he's sweet." Grace agrees, nodding. "We've been together for... almost four years now. He's just my person, you know?"

He tries not to laugh as Ben rolls his eyes pretty much into the back of his head, deciding not to say anything. "That's crazy, that's a long time."

"Mhm." Grace nods, looking pleased with herself.

"So, he's coming to our party this weekend, hey?" Rafe asks.

"Yeah, he mentioned it." Grace says, turning to lock eyes with her brother. "You be nice to him, by the way! And I'll find out if you're not."

Ben raises his hands defensively. "When am I not nice to him?"

"You're not coming?" Rafe asks before she gets the chance to berate her brother about it anymore.

"No, no. Frat parties aren't really my thing, believe it or not." Grace says, smiling at him, at this point forgetting about lecturing Ben. "Besides, I've got way too much homework and stuff to do. Oh! Speaking of which, Rafe, did you end up doing the readings?" She asks, wanting to move on and not face any weird pause in the conversation.

"Uh, yeah, I did them." Rafe nods, avoiding Ben's eyes as he looks quickly between them, a confused look plastered over his face.

"I assume it went well since you didn't text me?" Grace smiles. "It wasn't anything complicated luckily, they tend to keep it pretty easy for the first couple weeks."

"Well, actually, I would have, but I didn't end up getting your number." He replies, shrugging.

"Oh, well, here, give me your phone." She holds her hand out, gesturing for him to pass it over.

Rafe opens his phone and opens a new contact, then passes the phone over.

Grace quickly types in her information, handing it back to him. "There. You're all set now."

"You gonna tutor his dumb ass or something? Good luck." Ben scoffs, shaking his head.

"At least he plans on doing the readings himself. You're the one who just asks me to relay everything for you."

"Yeah. At least I'm trying." Rafe laughs, shoving his friend's shoulder.

"Yeah, whatever man." Ben rolls his eyes, leaning into his elbows on the counter.

"Seriously, though, Grace, you should come this weekend," Rafe says, leaning back so he can see her over her brother's hunched shoulders.

"I'll think about it." She relents. "I don't know if Nate will like that, though. I'll talk to him."

"Woah, wait- why wouldn't he?" Rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at her. 

"Because he just worries about me, you know?" Grace says and Ben mouths the words along with her, rolling his eyes again. They're getting a workout in this morning, apparently.

Rafe rolls his eyes as well this time. "Respectfully, that's a load of shit."

Grace laughs as her jaw drops. "What? Why? It's sweet!"

"He doesn't think you'll be safe? At a party where him and your brother will be? Please." Rafe says, smiling at her, his eyes scanning over her shocked face. This is the first time he's seen her smile like that- he could sit and watch that all day. Not in a weird way, though. Definitely not. He just takes note of how pretty she looks when he makes her laugh. "Sounds to me like he doesn't want you there." He shrugs.

"No way," Grace shakes her head. "It's not like that- he actually likes it when I drink. It's just an environment he knows I'm not super comfortable in."

"Oh, he likes when you drink. Gotcha. Honestly, you're not making a strong argument. All boys love drunk girls." Rafe says, laughing as Ben punches his arm. "Which is another good reason you should come; because there's going to be sorority girls there and you'll need to keep an eye on him." 

"He's not going to cheat on me, Rafe. He would never do that. Especially with a drunk sorority girl- gross." Grace scrunched up her nose as she speaks, shaking her head fervently.

"Okay, fine. Just like, don't tell him you're coming! They're almost always packed- you probably won't even see him." Rafe suggests.

"You really want her to come, huh?" Ben chuckles, shaking his head at his friend. 

Rafe raises his hands defensively. "Listen- I'm just a fan of women doing what they want, not what their boyfriends say they can."

"Don't make this a feminist thing. You're so full of shit."

"Am not!"

"Well, we'll see if I get ahead on my homework. Then maybe I'll come." Grace interrupts their childish argument, opening her notebook as their prof pulls up the first of the slides. 

Rafe mentally applauds himself as Ben stares at his sister in shock, who is already getting a head start on writing down every last word on the screen.

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[queen-scribbles]

Hush prompt fill for @captainofthefallen ft Janine/Felix being adorable

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Janine stumbled. Felix’s speed--even checked to something almost-human--was a struggle to keep up with, especially in her shoes.

“Oh, here-” He checked himself at the last second to veer down a side hall.

She yelped and skidded, one of her flats flying off as she pivoted to keep up without his grip on her hand dislocating something. “Felix-!”

“What?” He wasn’t even breathing hard.

She was starting to. “Remember I’m still human, babe.”

A sheepish laugh and Felix did slow a little. “Sorry, I just want enough distance for this to be sporting.” He tossed a grin over his shoulder. “Y’know, since you’re human.”

Touché. Janine did her best to snort a sarcastic laugh.

Felix ran them through a couple more whiplash inducing turns, then just as Janine’s bare foot was starting to sting from running, he braked to an abrupt halt. “This’ll do.”

Janine chuckled as she followed him into the closet. It was surprisingly tight quarters given the size of this place. Wouldn’t they need more space for cleaning supplies? “Think he’ll find us?”

Felix laughed as he shut the door. “Assuming he actually cooperates and didn’t just say he would to get me to leave--watch your step, babe--yeah, he probably will.”

Janine gingerly shuffled to the depth of the closet, careful not to stub her toes on anything. “Then what’s the point of this...?” She smiled as Felix joined her with great care. The warmth of him pressed so close sent her already-rapid heartbeat ratcheting up a couple more notches.

“Think of it as... alternate combat training,” he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “It’s a chance for you to practice regulating your heart rate and breathing, in case you’re ever hiding and need to make it harder for a supernatural to find you. Even a few extra seconds can make a difference.”

“Oh, you’re the wrong partner for that,” Janine informed him, hand seeking his as she grinned wide in the pitch-black. He’d still see it. “My heart’s always racing around y-”

Felix cut her off with a finger pressed to her lips, other hand intertwining with hers to give a squeeze. “Ditto, but I hear him coming,” he murmured in her ear.

The extra-close proximity did nothing to help her efforts at calming her pounding heart or settling her breathing, but she still tried. Grinning against Felix’s finger as heavy bootsteps in the hall drew near enough she could hear them.

The pair pressed further back as the steps drew closer, holding their breath. Her heart was still pounding, and she wasn’t sure if it was from running or from Felix’s arm pressed full-length against hers.

The steps still slowed in their hallway. Stopped outside the closet. Paused in mounting silence.

Until a fist banged the door. Janine barely managed to strangle off the surprised yelp, felt Felix flinch next to her, his elbow digging lightly into her ribs.

“You sound like a pair of damn jackhammers in there,” Mason barked, the door not muffling his annoyed tone in the slightest. “At least make it a challenge. No wonder Nate was able to find you so easy after you wrecked his shit.”

They managed not to burst into matching peals of laughter until his footsteps had faded.

 “Guess we’ll have to find someone else to help if we want to try again,” Janine mumbled, Felix’s finger still resting against her lips.

He slid his hand away, tracing her jaw with his thumb. “I think once was enough for today, babe.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “Maybe we should go talk about ways you can get better at this...?”

She smirked. From his tone, the talking part would be brief. “Sounds good to me,” she murmured in his ear, leaning close enough she could feel it when his pulse jumped. “One thing first; you help me find my shoe. Those are my favorites.”

“Deal,” Felix laughed, and he stole a kiss before edging forward to open the door, hand still linked with hers.

[vagabottoms]

@sinfulnesxx sent 7b for houtson from nate, simon, or any younger top of mine || meme

for simon

he was a killer; a deranged madman with a penchant for violence and not being able to hold himself back. he was a disgraced fighter that reveled in hurting people and making them regret every thinking they were better than him. houston was a criminal.

though, apparently, the man that had him currently employed thought he was some kind of fucking babysitter. if the money hadn't been so good, houston would have walked the second the job had been explained to him. keep simon safe; keep him entertained. fuck that.

there was no denying the man was in a bad mood, purposefully going out of his way to talk down to simon or annoy the handsome boy, so when simon suggested they have a sparring match houston jumped at the offer. he expected their playful little fight to end up with him sitting on simon's back with some smug, shit eating grin as the kid begged him to get off-- but, instead, it led to houston being ridiculed, his face covered in saliva, as simon held him in an iron grip; one hand on the back of his neck, the other on top of his head to keep him in place as he shoved his cock down houston's throat, ramming it against the man's gag reflex as he choked and sputtered around him like some helpless whore.

maybe there was more to simon than he thought.

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8

Chapter Summary: Spending their last moments in LA, BTS and Jen finally hold their concert.

Words: 2,000+

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After being woken up by Tony and Nate, with Jennie already awake and on the couch, BTS drag themselves out of bed, to sit on the couch, still sleepy.

"BTS! Make the best of the best hip hop performance." They heard the projector announce.

"You got a hip hop performance comin' up." Nate mentioned.

"Your performance is in a really big theater, here in LA." Tony added. "You guys are in charge of doing pretty much everything. Just make sure it's a huge, big, dope show, man."

"Yeah, this show is your show."

"Ready for the show? Let's go!" Tony shouted as they all got ready.

'BTS! Being in a hip hop boot camp, you did various missions. Finally, today, you're going to show everything that you learned. You're going to show your LA fans yourselves how much you grew as an artist and what you learned while you were in hip hop boot camp. Pour out everything that you got! A concert that BTS themselves will prepare! Their LA first solo concert. I can look forward to it, right?'

After preparing, and making handouts to promote the concert, it was finally the day of their concert.

'The place where you guys are gonna perform is a place where the history and tradition lies. It's the stage where many famous worldwide artists stood on!'

After the rehearsals, Jen put on camo jeans with a black cropped hoodie, wearing a tank top under it.

"Yeah...I already know I'm gonna be sweating like crazy." She put her hair in a bun. "I'm excited~!"

As the venue filled up, they heard the loud cheers and chants of BTS. The eight members put their hands in the middle. "American Hustle Life." Rap Monster said. "Bangtan, Bangtan."

"Bang Bangtan!"

'Finally, their concert starts'

Arriving on stage, they performed Bulletproof first. It turned out to be a success, with the passionate, screaming fans, cheering them on, no matter what they did.

Badda bing badda boom

She put a finger over her ear, as she heard the crowd shout, "Jennie's here!"

I have no fear...so don't try to stop me

Hah!

Tellin' me your doubts...won't change my mind

You want me to party? I don't have time.

Putting the mic to the crowd, she heard them shout, "I've been busy workin'. I've been busy dancin'. I'm never prancin'. Just enhancing."

A bright grin was wide on her face as she nodded at their singing, she started to sing again,

I will preserve and you can't stop my flow

I'm in my own lane, I'm here to attain

I got people asking, Who's the girl?

The one with the curls, representing the girls

I'm the one with the swag and I don't mean to brag but I broke oppositions to get where I am

today!

After their first song, they happily greet the crowd. "What's up LA!" Rap Monster shouted

"Aye! How's everybody doin' today!?" Jen happily asked, earning screams in response.

"It's really an honor to be able to stand on this stage in front of this many people who came. Thank you." Suga thanked them.

"We met a lot of people. Who did we meet?" Rapmon turned to his members.

"Coolio!" V shouted.

"We also met Warren G," Jungkook mentioned with a smile.

"In celebration of Warren G's 20th anniversary of the day that he released regulate, we made our own version of regulate." Rap Monster explained. "We wrote the lyrics with our life stories and it was really fun."

Once performing their custom raps, Rap Monster mentioned that Jenny Kita helped them with their dancing as they performed their dance moves.

Before Jennie knew it, it was time for Team R&B to show off their talent as she stood with Jungkook, Suga and V. "For us, we met up with Iris Stevenson, to learn more about R&B."

"Yes, Iris Stevenson, who was the actual character from the movie, Sister Act 2, we learned the soulfulness from her," Suga replied as they pointed her out in the crowd.

Watching backstage, Jennie jammed out to their Oh Happy Day performance. "Ah, they're so good! Them high notes, though?" She beamed as the camera recorded her reaction.

Once it was her turn, she exhaled and headed up to the stage. Waving at the crowd as they cheered her on, she looked up to where Iris was smiling at her. Jen smiled back, making a heart with her hands, for her.

Hearing the piano play the opening notes, she started softly,

If I wrote a note to God...

I would speak what's in my soul

I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away

For love to overflow

Putting a hand over her heart, she continues,

As she continued to sing passionately and soulfully just as Iris directed her, the audience was moved and kept cheering her on.

Shouting, "I'd say" she received some whoops as she sang louder and stronger,

give us the strength to make it through

Help us find love 'cause love is overdue

And it looks like we haven't got a clue

Need some help from you

Grant us the faith to carry on

Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone

'Cause it seems like so much is going wrong

On this road we're on

No, no

We can't do it on our own!

So, so

Taking the mic off the stand, she yelled out a high "Oh", earning loud screams.

And it looks like we haven't got a clue

Need some help

Grant us the faith to carry on

Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone

'Cause it seems like so much is going wrong

On this road we're on

No, no

We can't do it on our own!

So, so

Taking a deep breath, she successfully hits the high note 'If I wrote a note to God'

Meanwhile, Iris stood up and clapped for her, with a big smile on her face. Catching her breath, Jennie looked up and blew a kiss to Iris, with both of her hands.

After the concert was finished, their tutors all showed up backstage to greet them, congratulating them on their successful concert.

"Ah...so friggin emotional." Jennie had tears in her eyes as she fanned herself. "I had a blast, but this is just so emotional. Being here, right now."

"Jennie don't cry~!" She felt Jungkook's bare arms wrap around her from behind as he hugged her tightly.

"I'm trying, Kookie, I'm trying."

He let her go and gently wiped the remaining tears from her eyes.

"Jennie! Beautiful, absolutely beautiful." Iris brought her in for a big hug, kissing her cheek.

'Their last day for hip hop boot camp that they spent with their fans'

'Although they were here for a short time, they learned a lot through the time they were here'

'Now while carrying a special memory, it's time to leave once again'

'Last day'

'Now, the morning of your last day of your hip hop boot camp has risen, for the past 21 days, how will you guys remember the memories you made here, in LA?'

In the dorm, Jen was all packed up as a camera approached her. "Jennie, did you pack all your stuff? How do you feel?" The PD asked

"Yes, I have packed up. It's...bittersweet. I enjoyed the last 21 days, now we gotta go back to Korea. It was so nice being back in my country. I hope we come back soon."

"What did you like the most from your stay, here?"

"Helping the guys experience America to the fullest. I treated the guys to one of my favorite places to eat, so they could try out the food I like to eat. They're hooked!"

Sitting on the couch, Jen and the guys cheer that it's the day they go back to Korea.

"Did you guys have fun in LA?" Tony asked

"Very fun! Because of them, we learned a lot." Jimin answered

"I always thought that you guys were people who always played around a lot, but then you guys are supposed to be serious, you guys are serious. You guys would play around with us to give us a fun time. These sides made me think of you guys as my real brothers. It's very natural and really nice." Suga genuinely said. "From now on, whenever we come to America, we're always going to miss you."

"This was our first time living with our tutors and experiencing many things," J-Hope spoke. "Despite the fact that it was our first time, you guys approached us first and thank you so much for making memories for us that we will never forget."

With a grin, Jin said, "While we were in America, when it was hard, it was a tiring and difficult time, but we're really thankful to you for always being on our side to help us. I can't express how thankful I am. Because you guys helped us adapt to this place. You guys are really great hyungs."

"At first, I had a lot of thoughts that there would be prejudice. Because they were born here, they're in the biggest music industry, and they're true artists who dipped their feet in the pace where hip hop really started." Rapmon added. "I thought that there would be prejudice between us. But the moment we met, you guys treated us the same as any other. So from that, I was really impressed. It was an honor to have worked with you guys and I just want to say thank you."

With an eye smile, Jimin said to the tutors, "Because I'm very shy in front of strangers and we couldn't even communicate, I was very worried about how I would approach you guys. But because you approached me first and talked to me first it must've been actually harder on our tutors. But I think it was really nice because you guys always told us good things. I will never forget what you guys taught me, and I'll become cooler."

"I was very worried about whether I would be able to make friends. But right now, I think you guys are friends who I will forever have." V smiled. "I'm very, very thankful and I feel like I'm going to cry. Jennie beat me to it." He nudged her.

"I was trying to cry discretely." She wiped her tears and sniffed.

"Because you guys always took care of us well and always thought about us first." He continued. 

Jennie had a sad smile on her face as she turned to the tutors. "It's...it's going to be weird waking up in the morning now because we're so used to you coming in, yelling for us to wake up and dragging us out of bed. Haha. Thank you, for being so patient with us. And giving us words of wisdom. I hope we can all stay in touch. Maybe we'll show you around in Korea."

"That'll be dope." Nate nodded with Tony.

Jungkook mentioned, "I can't speak English but I'm thankful that you guys always talked to me in a way so I can understand. And I'm also thankful for teaching me many things. And I'm very thankful of you guys always waking me up every morning. I'm going to miss you guys, a lot."

"He's 16 years old. It doesn't drop off, like he's younger than the rest of them and to be that young and be that talented, I'm proud of him." Tony praised.

"Ah, thank you." He bowed.

"I really enjoyed myself with you guys for the last two weeks. I had a lot of good times, a lot of good memories. I learned a lot from you guys. Imma miss you guys and I consider you guys close to me forever." Tony smiled

"Well, I just wanna say, that you guys have inspired me like, 'Go as hard as I can.' You only get one life. So, you gotta like get the most out of every day. I learned that from you guys, so that's why I always say: You guys deserve to be #1." Nate said.

After their emotional talk, they all end up hugging each other. "Tony, can I have a hug?" Jennie asked with a smile.

Smiling, he opened his arms, inviting her. "Bring it in, girl."

"Yeah!" She ran up and wrapped her arms around him. Picking her up, he spun her around, making her laugh.

'The sadness of their time to say goodbye to one another is big. Promising one another to meet again one day'

"What has changed the most about you?" PD asked

"I believe I've become more confident in my singing. And it's motivating me to try to sing different styles. After performing at the concert, I believe I can do it." Jennie answered

'Now, it's time to go back to Korea'

Jennie grabbed her bags, taking it out of the room. "To Korea, we go!" She cheered, walking behind Rap Monster. Turning to the camera, she waved. "Bye! I'm not going to cry, I promise. I'll be back, America!"

'Hip hop boot camp has ended.'

'Their individual notebooks that are filled with the memories that they had here.'

'Jennie's notes'

'Craving cheeseburgers'

'Rapping is harder than I thought'

'This new album is going to be great!'

'Overcome roadblocks'

'I miss my mom and dad'

'I hope my family is doing okay'

'I'm happy'

'Rap Monster keeps snoring so loudly. Next time, I'll hit him with a pillow'

[natedogx15]

Miraculous Descendent Chapter 49: Of Parents and Their Pups

Previous Chapter

Sabrina looks at the small dog-like fairy creature with mouth-opened wide-eyed shock as it floats in front of her face. When Barkk sees her reaction, she has a smug and nostalgic smile.

"Oh, how I've missed that reac-" Barkk starts before being interrupted by Sabrina swinging at her with a heavy textbook resting near the desk.

The textbook flies through her, and Sabrina's shock returns tenfold while Barkk smirks at her.

"Nice swing." Barkk compliments so casually you wouldn't believe said swing was aimed toward her a second ago.

Sabrina doesn't say anything back to Barkk as her brain seems to shut down while trying to understand what happened. After a few seconds, her mind works again, and she looks at Barkk with fear and curiosity.

"What are you?" Sabrina asks the Kwami.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Barkk, and I'm what you call a Kwami." Barkk introduces herself with a disarming smile.

It doesn't seem to work on Sabrina, though. She keeps a suspicious gaze trained on Barkk. Upon seeing this, Barkk sighs.

"We Kwami are universal gods. We're magical beings that represent one of the concepts of the universe. I'm the Kwami of Loyalty, Barkk. It's nice to meet you." Barkk states while holding her tiny arm out to shake Sabrina's.

Sabrina doesn't take it and keeps her textbook ready for another swing.

"What do you want with me?" Sabrina asks the Kwami suspiciously, having trouble buying Barkk's story despite everything happening in Paris.

"Why, to make your wish come true. I want you to wield my Miraculous and become a hero. You'll be like Ladybug and Cat Noir and have the chance to fight Hawkmoth." Barkk offers the girl.

"And what do you want?" Sabrina asks, referring to what Barkk gets out of this.

Barkk gives her a faux flat look before saying.

"You know, most girls your age would probably be excited at the chance to become a magical girl," Barkk says before her face brightens with a grin.

"I love it. You're perfect to be my wielder." Barkk compliments her.

Sabrina doesn't say anything, and Barkk finally answers her question.

"I'm not interested in anything particular. I want a wielder, and you were the best candidate I saw. All I want is to live with you and for you to wield my power to become like Ladybug, Cat Noir, and Hawkmoth." Barkk explains while waving their arm dismissively.

"So, you're offering to let me become a hero?" Sabrina asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Pretty much." Barkk nods.

Sabrina's eyes light up in excitement as she thinks about being able to help the heroes and her dad against Hawkmoth. Then she remembers her dad, and her eyes seem to dim with worry.

"Can I have some time to think about it?" Sabrina asks.

"Of course. There's a lot to think about here. Take as much time as you need. You have less of it than I do. I'm glad you didn't accept this without thinking about it." Barkk grins before she flies toward Sabrina's bed and gets comfortable on it.

"Ah, this is the stuff. How I've missed human beds." Barkk says as she lays on a pillow and puts Sabrina's blanket over her tiny body.

Sabrina watches Barkk make herself comfortable and bites her lip while thinking.

"Should I really go through with this? I want to help, but what will Dad think?" Sabrina thinks in worry.

Sabrina isn't the only one dealing with family problems. Marinette is sitting on her bed with Tom and Sabine standing in front of her with looks of anger, worry, sadness, and disappointment.

"Do you have an explanation for this young lady?" Sabine asks her daughter in a calm but forceful tone.

"Uhh..." This is all the nervous teenage girl can say under the two adults' gaze, her eyes shifting uncomfortably around the room to try and avoid their gazes.

"We're waiting," Sabine tells her, stamping her foot impatiently.

Taking a deep breath and remembering her and Nate's plan, Marinette looks at her parents nervously.

"The truth is... Ladybug... asked me to keep an eye around school... for her." Marinette nervously reveals to her parents, stopping in the middle of her sentence a few times as she speaks.

The parents pause for a moment and blink at their daughter in surprise. Tom is the one to recover first and looks at Marinette inquisitively.

"Ladybug... asked you to keep an eye around the school?" Tom asks her, having trouble believing the words coming out of his mouth but not wanting to doubt his stepdaughter.

"I-I know it's hard to believe. I'm still having trouble believing it myself. But it's the truth. She said she wanted me to see if anyone at school was suspicious. So, I've been going out during Akuma attacks to see if anyone around the fight has been acting suspiciously and passing the information to her. Please believe me. I promise I would never do anything like this otherwise." Marinette begs her parents with a pleading expression.

Tom and Sabine look at each other before heading toward the door. Before he leaves, Tom looks toward Marinette with a comforting smile.

"Your mom and I are going to talk about this with Samuel. We'll decide what happens after. This is a hard story to swallow." Tom tells her.

"I know." Marinette flinches.

Before closing the door, Sabine ducks her head back into Marinette's room.

"I hope for your sake this is the truth, young lady. If I find out this has anything to do with you suddenly becoming rich." Sabine lets the threat hang over Marinette's head, causing her to winch.

"I promise it is," Marinette promises again to her mom.

"We'll see," Sabine says before the two leave Marinette alone in the room.

As soon as the door closes, Tikki appears out of the earrings, and Marinette looks toward her worriedly.

"Do you think this will work, Tikki?" Marinette asks the Kwami in a low whisper.

"I do not know. You will have to trust in your plan. Though, it was a good lie. The best ones often have some truth to them." Tikki answers her before complimenting her on her performance.

Marinette winches at that and rubs her arm awkwardly.

"Can you not talk about it like that? I don't like the feeling of lying to Mom or Tom." Marinette begs.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd feel uncomfortable about it." Tikki apologizes with a bow and her smile turning neutral.

In the hallway, a waiting Samuel is talking with Tom and Sabine.

"So, Marinette gave you the same story Nate gave me?" Samuel asks after Tom and Sabine explain what Marinette told them with uncertain tones.

"It seems so." Sabine nods before looking toward her husband.

"What do you think of it?" Sabine asks.

Tom sighs, his shoulders slump slightly before he quickly shakes it off.

"It doesn't seem like she's telling us the full truth. I don't think she's completely lying to us, though. I've seen plenty of people trying to lie to me." Tom tells them.

Sabine nods before looking at the ground with a worried and confused expression.

"Yes, she didn't seem like it to me either. I've seen her try to lie growing up a lot. This doesn't feel the same as those times." Sabine explains.

"Nate didn't seem like it either. We may want to believe them and see how things go from here. If anything more suspicious comes up, we'll have another talk with them and maybe have to take more extreme actions." Samuel suggests.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Tom asks his brother.

"I trust Nate. I think our family and the hotel staff have raised him well. If he's covering for Marinette for something, I have to believe it's important. Otherwise, I doubt he'd be willing to risk our relationship. No offense, you two, but I think I'm closer to him than your daughter." Samuel says jokingly at the end of his explanation.

The two parents of Marinette look at each other before Tom finally speaks up.

"I know this might sound like me wanting to make her more comfortable as my stepdaughter, but I think we should follow Samuel's advice. Let's trust she's telling the truth and punish her lightly. She hasn't been hurt, and her grades are fine from what you told me." Tom tells Sabine.

Sabine looks at her husband and brother-in-law while thinking about their words. Finally, she relents and decides to follow along.

"Fine, but only if she can get Ladybug to meet us and prove she's not lying. If she can't do that, we'll do something more." Sabine directs her words toward Tom with a glare.

Tom gives her a happy and loving smile before picking her up in a hug.

"That's a terrific idea, dear. I've wanted to meet Ladybug and Cat Noir for ages to thank them for all their hard work against Hawkmoth. This'll give me the perfect opportunity to after we're done dealing with Marinette's problem." Tom says happily as he hugs his wife.

Sabine smiles at Tom's enthusiasm and laughs lightly.

"Alright, alright, cut it out, you big teddy bear. We need to talk to Marinette and see if she'll do it." Sabine laughs lovingly at her husband as she tries to get him to stop so they can finish their talk with Marinette.

Tom quickly puts his wife down with a smile and nods. The two head back to Marinette's room while Samuel heads toward Nate, and they enter their respective child's room.

"Marinette, we've come to a decision. Your punishment will depend on if you can do something for us to prove you're not lying." Sabine is the one to explain this to their daughter.

"What is it?" Marinette asks, her eyes shining with hope.

"You have to prove to us that you're working with Ladybug. If you can get her to meet with us, and she tells us you're helping her, we'll let you go. Until then, you're going to be grounded." Tom is the one to answer her.

"You want me to introduce you to Ladybug?" Marinette asks while blinking at them in surprise.

"Yes. That's the best way you can prove to us that you're telling the truth. If Ladybug tells us what you're saying is true, you won't be in trouble." Sabine calmly explains to Marinette with her arms crossed.

"I think I can do that, but I don't know when I'll be able to see her. She usually comes to me to ask for updates." Marinette explains to her parents nervously.

"Well, you'll be grounded until you can prove to us that you're telling the full truth. No going out with friends or Nate until you have Ladybug talk to us." Sabine tells her with a tone signaling this isn't up for debate.

"That shouldn't be a problem. Wait, what if they figure out who I am?" Marinette thinks as she internally panics.

"Su-sure, we can do that. I'll see if I can talk to her soon and see what she thinks." Marinette nods.

While suspicious of the stutter at the start of her words, Marinette's parents decide to let it go and give their daughter smiles.

"Please understand that we're getting mad at you because we're worried. We don't like the idea of you not being safe during these attacks, even though Ladybug can fix the damage after beating the villain. We don't know if she'll ever lose or if her power will ever fail, so we don't want to risk your safety." Sabine tells her daughter while walking up and hugging her.

"Thanks, Mom. I promise I'll get Ladybug to show you I'm not lying." Marinette promises with a smile as she hugs her mom back.

"We're looking forward to it," Tom says as he watches the two hug.

Sabine looks toward her husband before looking back toward her daughter.

"Are you okay with a third person joining this hug? Or do you not quite feel comfortable enough?" Sabine asks.

Marinette looks toward Tom, somewhat uncertain. She loves having the man as her mother's husband since he's very kind and gentle despite his appearance. However, she's still feeling uncomfortable seeing him as a father figure since she's never had one before. Taking a deep breath, she gives her best, albeit awkward, smile while motioning for Tom to join them.

Tom gains a bright smile when he sees this and immediately joins the hug, keeping it light to try and somewhat comfort Marinette.

Finally, the two parents leave and give their daughter her space. As she watches the door close for the second time in the last hour, Marinette lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She then thinks about their request, trying to find a silver lining.

"Well, my face is covered, and my hair is changed while I'm transformed, so it's not like Ladybug is a perfect copy of me," Marinette says to herself after a minute.

Grasping onto that feint bit of hope, Marinette smiles and nods to herself before Tikki appears to add to her words.

"There's also the Miraculous adding an extra layer of protection by pushing people away from figuring out who you are. With that and the changes to your appearance, you should be fine when you talk to them as Ladybug." Tikki reveals to her wielder.

Marinette looks at Tikki in shock, and the Kwami stares back with her usual kind and composed smile.

"You're telling me the Miraculous can prevent my parents from realizing who I am? Does that mean no one will ever realize I'm Ladybug unless I tell them?" Marinette asks her Kwami.

Tikki shakes her head before saying.

"No. It's not an absolute shield for keeping your identity safe. People can get through the magic if they know you well enough, are trying to figure out your identity, have studied you enough to be certain who you are, or if they see you transform." Tikki explains, causing Marinette to panic.

"Then how will it protect me from my mom figuring it out? She raised me! She knows how I am and will see that I'm Ladybug!" Marinette yells at Tikki in a panic.

"Don't worry. Usually, it takes a mixture of different things for someone to see through who you are. You may get through this without your parents realizing who you are." Tikki explains to try and ease Marinette's worries.

"Are you sure?" Marinette asks.

"Yes. You aren't the first Ladybug who's kept their powers a secret from their family. It should be fine for a while." Tikki explains.

Marinette falls onto her bed in relief upon hearing that.

"Today has been so stressful." Marinette groans before remembering something else.

"Hey Tikki? What happens if I don't catch one of Hawkmoth's butterflies and it escapes? Does that mean I'll have to fight Stormy Weather again?" Marinette asks her Kwami in worry.

Tikki blinks at Marinette before saying.

"Well, it would depend on what power he used to create it. If you're lucky, it won't be the butterfly's core ability." Tikki explains.

"...What happens if it's the core ability?" Marinette asks fearfully.

Tikki is about to answer her before she thinks about it, and a mischievous smile replaces her usual one.

"No, I think that's too easy. I have to leave some things for you to figure out yourself. It's an important part of your growth. For now, try and be ready for anything. Miraculous powers can be unpredictable at times." Tikki warns Marinette calmly.

Marinette looks at her Kwami in a panic.

"What could happen?" Marinette begs Tikki to tell her, not wanting to see this surprise through.

"Nope." Tikki turns her head away from Marinette.

"Tikki, please." Marinette desperately begs for Tikki to tell her.

"Sorry Marinette. Sometimes, I need to be hard on you, or you may not grow properly. I will give you advice, though. Just think about what may happen based on the powers Hawkmoth has used so far." Tikki advises Marinette before flying back into the earrings to end the conversation.

"Tikki, Tikki! Come on, please tell me what will happen!" Marinette begs as she taps on her earrings to try and get the Kwami out.

Marinette eventually stops trying to talk to her Kwami and nervously rubs her arm as she thinks about what may happen.

In Gabriel's office, Gabriel is smiling at the butterfly that managed to escape as it rests on the back of his hand while he caresses it with his other one.

"You did a good job escaping from Ladybug, little one. It's too bad your sibling didn't escape with Pixelator's defeat." Gabriel sighs as he looks at the butterfly.

Its glow starts fading, causing Gabriel to raise it toward the Butterfly Miraculous.

"Get some rest in my Miraculous for now. You'll get another chance eventually. And you'll come out stronger than before." Gabriel promises as the butterfly is sucked into the Butterfly Miraculous like Nooroo when Gabriel transforms.

The Miraculous glows for a second before fading.

"I was close this time. Stormy Weather held Ladybug off and almost beat her today, while Cat Noir couldn't handle Simon Says. I'll have to keep that in mind for next time. I'm getting closer to defeating them. I might be able to save you soon, Emilie." Gabriel mutters happily as he puts a hand on the brooch.

After a few seconds, Gabriel stops and works on his latest design with a smile from his near success despite one of his Akumas attacking him.

Unknown to him, a wildcard is about to come into play. One that would throw a wrench into his plans.

Roger Raincomprix is returning to his home after a long day of work and dealing with the aftermath of Simon Says. When he gets home, he sees a nervous Sabrina fiddling with her thumbs on the couch.

"Sabina, is everything okay? Did something happen?" Roger immediately rushes toward his daughter worriedly.

Sabrina jolts up in surprise, not having heard him come in, before turning toward him with an uneasy expression.

"I-I'm fine, Dad. But there is something I need to show you." Sabrina tells her father with an anxious expression.

Sabrina stands up and walks stiffly toward her room. Roger follows her with a worried expression until they enter.

"Barkk, can you come out please?" Sabrina begs.

To Roger's shock, Barkk flies out of Sabrina's bed and stretches in front of the two.

Roger instinctively reaches for his taser from the shock as Barkk yawns.

"Have you made up your mind, kid? Or did you grab your father to get someone else's input?" Barkk asks Sabrina before looking toward Roger.

"What is this? Is this Hawkmoth's doing?" Roger asks as he gets between Sabrina and Barkk while glaring at the Kwami.

"Yes and no. I'm here partly because of Hawkmoth, but I am not in any way affiliated with him outside of him wielding the Miraculous of one of my fellow Kwami. Other than that, I know nothing about him and am here for my own reasons." Barkk quickly explains to Roger while making movements with her arms for emphasis.

Roger still looks at her suspiciously while keeping a hand close to his taser.

"And what reason would that be? I hope it's not anything that'll threaten me or my daughter." Roger warns the Kwami while glaring at her.

"You, no. You're daughter, maybe." Barkk bluntly states, causing Roger to latch onto his taser while Sabrina winches.

"I'm offering her the chance to wield my power and become like Ladybug, Cat Noir, and Hawkmoth. As such, she'll be able to help Paris, but it'll put her at risk of getting hurt." Barkk explains calmly, as though she isn't being threatened.

That statement causes Roger to blink in surprise while loosening his grip on his taser. Sabrina looks at her father in worry as the words slowly register with him. When they do, he is not happy.

"What do you mean you want my daughter to become a hero?" Roger asks the Kwami in protective worry as he shifts slightly to try and better protect Sabrina from Barkk.

"It's exactly as I said. I think your daughter can be my wielder and would like to have her reach her full potential." Barkk nonchalantly explains while shrugging.

"I refuse to allow this," Roger tells the Kwami.

That answer doesn't satisfy Barkk, though. She looks past Roger toward Sabrina.

"You can not do that. Only the person I've chosen can refuse. Anyone around her cannot decide for her. And they must do it with complete confidence. That is our rule." Barkk explains while looking into Sabrina's eyes.

"So, will you confidently refuse my offer, pup? Will you have me wait until you're truly ready to refuse it? Or will you accept the offer and follow your wish to help others?" Barkk asks these three questions toward Sabrina, angering Roger.

He turns toward a nervous Sabrina and points toward Barkk.

"What are you waiting for, Sabrina? Refuse their offer so we can end this nonsense quickly." Roger demands.

"Well..." Sabrina says uncomfortably as she rubs her arm.

Roger's anger changes into confusion at Sabrina's actions while Barkk smiles.

"It looks like someone isn't ready to refuse," Barkk tells him, causing Roger to look at Sabrina in worry.

"Sabrina?" He asks gently while looking at his daughter.

"...I'd like to help the heroes if possible." Sabrina finally reveals to her dad.

Roger's eyes widen in shock before he turns toward Sabrina.

"What are you saying, Sabrina? It's too dangerous for you to fight Hawkmoth. We don't even know what could happen if you accept this deal." Roger tells the girl, voice slightly raised in alarm.

"I-I know. But, if I can help you and the heroes, I-I'd like to take t-the chance." Sabrina tells him shyly.

"Sabrina..." Roger looks at his daughter warily and is about to say something before Sabrina interrupts him.

"When Ladybug gave me a way to help her, Cat Noir, and you against Hawkmoth, I felt happy. I wish to help as much as I can. Please, Dad." Sabrina begs while holding her hands together pleadingly.

"Sabrina..." Roger starts again, but Sabrina keeps going with tears welling up.

"I know you're worried about me because of Mom. But I promise I'll be okay. Please let me at least try. I want to make sure you're safe, too." Sabrina begs her father.

Roger pauses when he hears that last part and looks at his daughter sadly.

"I promised you I would always be okay. I'm not going anywhere." Roger promises his daughter as he brings her into a reassuring hug.

Sabrina accepts the hug and returns it with one of her own while tears run down her face.

"I-I know, b-but I'm still scared. I'm scared that Ladybug and Cat Noir will lose, and you'll be gone. Or that someone else will hurt you, and they can't fix it." Sabrina cries to him.

Roger's heart aches as he hears his daughter's tears before releasing a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Sabrina. But your old man is tough. I'm not going anywhere." Roger promises her.

"You don't know that," Sabrina tells him, tightening her hold.

Roger sighs, knowing that Sabrina's right. He won't lie and say he hasn't been extra nervous about being out in the field with Hawkmoth's arrival.

"You're right." Roger finally relents.

However, he still hasn't given up on keeping Sabrina safe. He narrows his eyes at Barkk, who has been silent throughout this exchange, patiently waiting for them to finish.

"If she accepts this, can she give it up later if she doesn't think she's cut out for it or if it's too dangerous?" Roger asks in a tone showing he's still distrustful of Barkk.

"Of course. However, the same rules as refusing me apply to giving up a Miraculous. The person has to be completely certain they want to give it up." Barkk explains, causing Roger to nod.

With a heavy sigh, Roger looks toward his daughter with cautious eyes.

"You really want to help the heroes and me?" He asks his daughter.

Sabrina nods but doesn't say anything, causing Roger to sigh.

"Alright, I'll let you do this. But please quit the second you feel you're not ready or if you feel weird in any way." Roger tells Sabrina.

"Thank you." Sabrina cries to her father.

Roger sighs before gaining a proud smile.

"Seems like I raised you too well. You're too much like me." Roger tells her with a small laugh.

Next Chapter

[terrainofheartfelt]

Dair in pain/tears/laughter?

Dair + Pain & Tears & Laughter

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.”

Blair’s been pacing the width of this hospital room for quite some time now, all with Dan still sitting in this chair, unsure of how to help. 

“Blair, love, don’t you think maybe you’d be more comfortable in the bed?”

She shakes her head vigorously, loose braid swishing between her shoulders. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Blair Waldorf’s hair look so unkempt. Well, aside from sex. He probably shouldn’t bring any of that up right now. 

“At least sit down? Maybe?”

“Uh-uh,” she shakes her head again. One hand is on her back, the other is splayed over her rounded belly, like she’s trying to hold herself together. “Moving is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.” She winces slightly, and lets out another soft, “Ow.”

Dan leans his elbows on his knees, twisting his hands together. He feels even more helpless than when he did this the last time, maybe because now it’s his favorite person in pain and he has no ability to fix it, or take it away. 

“What can I do, honey?”

She turns to meet his eye, still pacing. “Tell me something. Distract me with a story. I don’t even care if it’s one you’ve told me before.”

“Okay, uh –” he clears his throat, “what do you want to hear?”

“Anything,” she says with a distracted wave of her hand. “Tell me…Getting Hazed at Yale.”

Dan’s eyebrows shoot up, but he obliges, telling her the whole story, beginning to end: his disastrous interview (Blair gives a sympathetic laugh at By all means, say it, “If only he knew”), hunting down Jordan the TA and finding Nate in her dormroom (“Typical”), the case of mistaken identity (“practically Shakespearean”), to being kidnapped after dark by the Skull and Bones crowd and tied to a statue of Eli Yale. 

“Could be worse,” she remarks, still pacing, her right hand still rubbing her belly, “they could have picked Woolsey and his shiny toe.”

He laughs, and continues, up to Nate tracking him down, then Jordan the TA. When he gets to Jordan the TA’s line, My mom was in the navy, Blair holds up a hand. 

“Point of order,” she says. 

“Yes?”

“So you’re saying that this Jordan,” she says the name with so much derision that Dan nearly laughs, but given his wife’s current state, quickly thinks the better of it, “was only able to untie you because her mother was in the navy, and therefore knew all about sailor’s knots?”

“I believe so, Your Honor.”

Blair shoots him an unamused glance, then continues with a contemplative shake of her head. “It’s just weird. Nate’s been sailing since he could swim. I know he knows how to undo complicated knots. And a bunch of drunk frat guys couldn’t have tied something that intricate.”

Dan blinks, he’s never really given it that much thought before. “I guess he was just distracted by my body.”

Blair looks at him again, her lips pressed together, and Dan worries for a split second that it’s another contraction, but then she bursts into laughter, throwing her head back, laughing so forcefully that her pacing stops. 

“Oh my god,” she pants between fits of giggles, swiping at her eyes, “I’ll never let him live that down.”

Dan rolls his eyes, grinning—he can’t help it, he loves making her laugh. “Better you than me.”

She snorts, breaking into another spell of laughter that goes on for only a minute before her face falls, and she braces her hands on her hips. 

Dan’s at her side immediately, giving her something to lean on as the contraction rolls through her. 

“Okay,” she says through a grimace of pain, “okay, maybe the bed is a good idea.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Good idea.” 

He follows her lead, waiting to walk until she’s ready, then helps her settle back into the hospital bed. She slumps back on to the pillow, eyes dropping closed, and Dan brushes the hair that’s escaped its braid back from her face. 

“Hey,” she whispers after a minute, clasping his arm. 

“Yeah, Waldorf?”

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

He smiles, even though her eyes are closed to it, and strokes his thumb across her cheek. “Where else would I be?”

She smiles at that, and there’s a brief moment of calm, the eye of the storm. Dan tries to savor it for what it is, starting today their lives are going to have a lot less quiet. 

Blair breaks the quiet with a groan as the next contraction begins, and the hand clasped around Dan’s arm squeezes so tight his eyes water. 

[antihibikase2]

"So, I was offered to be the headmaster-"

Nate hangs upside-down from the Mankey bars; he was no longer as small as he used to be when he was twelve, but he was happy he could still find himself enjoying the playground as if he was.

"Headmaster? For the school?"

"Yes. The league has been thinking of renovating the school to be bigger, and finding new staff,"

Cheren pushes his feet against the grass- embarrassingly enough, it doesn't do so much as lightly sway him and his swing like a delicate feather at Driftveil Drawbridge.

"Something about offering a similar experience as the massive academy in Paldea."

Nate thinks for a bit.

He's seventeen now, months away from hitting eighteen and having more responsibilities on his plate; becoming champion at twelve was an ideal he had reached and made into his truth, and he would forever be thankful for big bro Cheren (and Hilbert, he supposed) for holding his hand through the entire ordeal.

The thought of big bro Cheren finally being rewarded for his long wait, his patience, it made Nate smile a little.

"Why not!" He chirps. "Our little city of Aspertia is gonna be bustling like Driftveil if we do! Well, and you'll be getting an amazing opportunity!"

"I mean, yes, it would greatly be beneficial for our city, but-"

"You'll do great, big bro! After all," He grins cheekily. "You had a hand in raising this champion, right?"

From his Master Ball, Nate could just feel the way that Zekrom rolled his eyes at him.

Cheren snorts slightly.

"You know that's not what I'm worried about."

"I know."

He was no longer as downcast as he was when Nate met him five years ago, no longer plagued by horrors that none of them were able fully to grasp- he had been quite content living his quiet, simple life as a humble teacher and gym leader, having had enough of the brief time he was momentarily thrusted into the spotlight against his will.

Nate knew full well his insecurities were not stemming from his own lack of confidence in his abilities- but his fear of being gazed upon, only to be perceived as something that was anything but him.

The revered Heart, the pure Vessel, the ruined Ghost-

"Do people still bother you for that?"

"Of course. There was only so much my brother and the rest of the league could do after all,"

The mention of his brother brings a feeling of warmth- he had just received a present from him from Alola, he should open it as soon as he got home.

"And I can't blame people for being curious. Beebee's books mentioned every nook and cranny. Of course people connected the dots and assumed she was involved in something deeper involving the legends- and that included her friends."

Not to mention The Order of The Heart- as far as the league was concerned, their members were still scattered about the region.

"But,"

He smiles slightly.

"I think it's getting easier to handle. I've been skirting my way around it. People just assume I'm too busy for their nonsense- besides, between us, who looks more ridiculous? The guy that barges into a school to ask its teacher about rumors of him being a human sacrifice? Or the human sacrifice itself standing before him, alive and well?"

It no longer burns his tongue when he says it like it is- just as how it had been when he was fourteen, naive and unsuspecting.

"Big bro, you should definitely pick up lying-"

"Oh I do,"

"You do?!"

"If they insist on getting a firsthand interview from 'The Heart' reborn," He knows he has full permission to utilize his memories as he wishes- The Heart would have gladly let him. "They shouldn't be surprised when he starts cursing them out for 'awakening him from his slumber'- what do they think, that the dead would be content with constantly being badgered about the way they died?"

"Hell yeah, stick it to 'em, big bro!"

"Language."

The orange sky fades into purple, the lights from the city accompanying the stars that slowly start to fill the sky. Very soon, the Illumise and Volbeat would join, and Aspertia would become a city of lights- different from Nimbasa at the mainland.

"..would you take it though?"

"Hm?"

"Bein' headmaster! I think you'd do great at it- and it's not just for Aspertia and future trainers, but.."

He feels like he's twelve again, looking up at the podium where the newly assigned sixteen year old Cheren Slater stood before him, ready to partake in their first gym battle.

"..I really think you deserve it. You've worked as hard as everyone else, and you've waited long enough."

"Nate.."

"Champion's orders," He grins again. "You can't turn it down!"

He can- he knows full well that he has the choice to.

Being the mentor of the champion meant that he had the power to influence his decisions- but Cheren wasn't willing to do such a thing.

He had enough of wanting more; whatever hand he was dealt with, whoever he was now, he learned to be gracious- though that didn't mean he held his tongue when he felt he deserved better.

He definitely did- he knew that much.

But he could never turn back time, just as The Heart could never take back his wish.

The silence in his chest, stillness like water, his cold palms; the tranquility that came with his embrace, his soothing, wintry touch-

It had grown to be a part of him; something that those he loved accepted.

"I suppose I can't,"

He chooses to entertain Nate's inner child- goodness, he was taller now, and in a few months, he would be an adult.

He couldn't be any prouder.

"Stay by my side?"

There's no hesitation. "Of course!"

"Even through the paperwork?"

"Well, maybe not that- that's what you have big bro Hilbert for!"

He expected that much. He doesn't mind.

Nate offers to walk him back to his apartment, and in turn, Cheren offers for him to stay for dinner with him and Hilbert- though he makes an exaggerated expression, there's a skip in his step as Nate thinks about sinking his teeth into big bro Cheren's delicious cooking, sharing a meal with both him and the half-brother he had finally grown to love.

As they pass by the trainer school, closed down for the night, Cheren could not help but smile, warmth blooming in his chest.

[stories-me]

Potential Character for Mrs. Kelsey and Tumblr 12/6/2023:

Parker, Leverage’s Resident Thief:

What she’s from: “Leverage” and “Leverage: Redemption”.

Personality:

Parker seems to be constantly testing her skills, as she can instinctively case any building she sees. She also has the skills to make herself appear and disappear from locked rooms at will. As a thief, Parker uses little equipment other than a self-modified harness, (this harness has resulted in excellent upper body strength), and a taser (which she claims convinced her to stop stabbing people).

She has a soft spot for children and recognizes that her early life has changed her and doesn’t want other children to end up like she did. She will go out of her way to save children who she feels need her help. Parker’s greatest weakness is her social skills. Socially inept to a point, she either under- or over-compensates her emotional responses, but she has been working on this with Sophie Devereaux.

Since trust doesn’t come easily to her, she has varied relationships with the team. While she trusts Eliot, Nate and Sophie, she is closest to Hardison, whom she is dating. She has stated that she’s most afraid of letting down the people she cares about. Parker is the team’s wild card, since no one knows what she’ll do. She has proven at times to have a ruthless, sadistic streak or to be slightly psychopathic. (e.g. she grinned as she watched Eliot beat up Sterling, she smiled while choking Tara.) 

Parker’s only motivation appears to be money. She steals, not for property, or assets, but for cash. She has a rather unconventional relationship with cash, and has the ability to tell the difference between counterfeit and legitimate money by scrutinizing, touching, and even smelling it. It goes as far as her Christmas wish seems to have been a large wad of non-sequentially numbered cash, which she received from Nate and Sophie. However, Eliot is teaching her to have passion for more things in life, since Parker saw how much Eliot liked cooking.

Parker is completely unselfconscious, she will disrobe to change her clothes without any warning, often leaving the men in the team uncomfortably averting their eyes.

How she is like me:

We both can be a bit odd. Still, we’re both learning to do things beyond our comfort zones (like Parker is learning to have passion for more than just cash and I’m trying to talk about more things than just my fan fictions, for example, speaking about Smokey or talking about things that frustrate me).

Kelsey Notes:

As we learn and progress, we increase our “brain capacity”- our ability to hold and store information.  Being able to consider that our actions cause others to have certain thoughts about us is part of this progression. 

One of the things people with autism work on learning is social thinking and recognizing that we have to have our “social guard” up in certain situations

-When we are around others, we have to “up our game” and make an effort NOT to engage in certain behaviors that we might do alone in our room (i.e. talking to ourselves, picking at our skin, etc.) --à basically we avoid doing things that might cause others to have weird thoughts about us

When we have more passions (more hobbies and interests) we have more ways to keep us busy and not fixated on one thing that might cause us frustration when we have to move away from that one thing

When we stay in our comfort zones, our ability to tolerate non-preferred things is lower.

When you started at Inspire, you worked up to a full-time schedule because it was hard for you to transition away from the amount of free time you were used to. 

Eventually you overcame having less computer time, and now your weekdays are busy and full of activities that you (for the most part) find enjoyable. 

[infernalodie]

Bank Robber M!R spending his possibility last night with Cassie and she finds out the next day what he’s been up to these past few months

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦"

Inspo: Jeremy Zucker - full stop

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Black!Male!reader

Summary: If it be your last night with her, you would use it to your fullest...

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and even more angst

Words: 2320

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Cassie was sitting on her window sill, staring out at the empty street out front of her house. Legs were tucked into her chest as she awaited another long and hopeless night. She didn’t know why she decided to continue to wait here. Maybe it was the pitiful hope that you may come to her after so long of being gone. Or maybe she just wanted to stay up at night and watch the stars like the two of you always did when you were in town. But your visits had become lesser and lesser after the last.

You weren’t home as much as you used to. All Cassie knew was that your job required you to go away sometimes and be away. Of course, Cassie understood it but never knew more than what you drip-fed her. Giving her tiny pieces of info about what you did, which wasn’t enough for her to get the full picture of your lifestyle. What she did know is that you travelled, a lot, you made enough money to keep paying your rent at your apartment whilst you were away, and you could buy her things that doubled anything Nate had ever gotten her. Offering her to stay at your place rent-free and her phone bill. It was a lot for one guy who freshly graduated, but Cassie is just guessing you worked construction.

So, the time she got with you was very little as of late. Leading to her staying up and sitting by her window sill waiting for you to just pop up out of thin air and hold her. And hopefully have you with her in the morning.

The buzzing of her phone drew her attention. Her eyes lazily flowed from the window to her phone. In an instant, her eyes shot wide her hands scrambled at the phone. Knowing your phone number like the back of her hand, she pressed the green button and pressed the device to her ear, lips etched into an excited grin. “Hi, baby.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” you breathed, a smile able to be heard in your voice. Cassie pulled her legs closer to her chest, resetting her chin on her right knee as she stared out the window. She doesn’t know how long it’s been since she’d last heard your voice. But she didn’t realize how nice it was to hear it. “I just wanted to check in. See if you were still awake.”

“I was waiting for you,” Cassie replied. Standing up from the window sill, she moved to the edge of her bed and took a seat. “How’s work been? Everything alright wherever you are?” A deep chuckle filled the other end with a hiss able to be heard a moment later. Cassie’s smile slightly faltered, eyebrows scrunching together as she straightened her posture. “Y/n, are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, Cass. I’m good,” you reassured with a deep groan. Your eyes flickered down to the bullet wound in your side. Removing your hand, you took a quick look at the 9mm hole and sighed, returning pressure to the wound. Resting your head against the side of the payphone as you let out a low groan. “Am I able to come over? I need help with something.”

“Y/n, are you okay?” Cassie asked, now standing back to her feet she listened to every little noise that came from the other end of the phone. “Do I need to come and get you? I can if you need-”

“Baby.” Your voice wasn’t firm or annoyed, but somewhat admiring and loving. “I’ll be there in 10, ‘kay? Just… Just keep the front door unlocked. Is your sister home?” When she said no, you sighed in relief. “Ok, grab the med kit in your bathroom and have it by your guys’ couch in your room, yeah?”

Cassie couldn’t help but feel even more worried and confused by what you were not telling her. You weren’t telling her something that might explain what was going on. But that was something regular she should’ve gotten used to when it came to you. Everything about you had to be shrouded in some sheet that hid more of yourself from her. Shame or nervousness; she wasn’t too sure.

“Cassie?”

She shook her head from the thoughts, clearing her throat. “Ok, I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll see you in a bit,” you told her. “I love you.”

She couldn’t reply before you hung up the phone, leaving the phone to be blank as she dropped it on her bed and did what you asked. Running downstairs and unlocking the door before running back upstairs to grab the medical kit and setting it on her couch. Anxiously preparing for whatever shit storm you were planning on bringing to her home.

When you did show up, Cassie finally understood the purpose of the medical kit was for. Finding the grey shirt you wore to be drenched along the side in blood. An almost grey tinge on your face tells her that you must’ve lost too much blood. Once bright and beautiful ebony skin is now stained red and your complexion greying from the bullet still lodged in your side.

Yet, you wore that charming smile of yours. “Hey, baby.”

“Y/n, w-what the fuck happened?” Cassie breathed, hands covering her mouth as you pushed from the door and toward her. She couldn’t decide what needed more attention, you or the fact you were beginning to bleed on her floor.

Instead of providing her with an answer or just giving her something to work with, you grabbed the medical kit and moved to the bathroom. Placing it on the sink and looking in the mirror. After this, you needed to go. You needed to skip town and never look back until things died down. Then again, maybe they never would. And sadly, your heart was already aching from reality beginning to settle in from what had happened.

Things weren’t to have played out the way that they did. A smash and grab- that’s what they had told you. But why the fuck did things always have to go sideways with you? Why did they make you have to pull the trigger?

Looking past yourself and to Cassie who stood in the doorway with a concerned look, you clenched your jaw. “Can you help me with this?” You mused, lowering your gaze. The blonde licked her lips, stepping behind you and carefully shimming the hem of your shirt up. Feeling the engulfing heat of your skin against the back of her hand, the droplets of sweat, and the blood that touched her ivory skin.

After a painful process of getting the shirt over your head and arms out, it left you leaning against the sink. Hands bracing the porcelain as you scanned the wound. “I’m going to need your help with something,” you announced to the girl. “It’s going to suck for me, but it might be worse for you-”

“Why do you have a gun?” The question made you look over your shoulder. Finding your girlfriend transfixed on the pistol resting along the hem of your pants.

You sighed. “Cassie, I really need your help with this-”

“You don’t get to do this!” Cassie exclaimed, silencing you. “You don’t get to show up at my house after no texts or phone calls for days and no explanation as to where you’ve been, alright? And still, even now, you aren’t telling me the truth, Y/n. What the fuck is going on?”

“Help me with this, and then I’ll tell you.” The sharpness in your tone made the girl’s jaw clench. Staring sharp daggers at you, clear frustration found in those beautiful eyes of hers. It was unfair. You understood that, but things weren’t as simple as Cassie would like them to be. They never would and never will.

Creating some sort of pact for now, Cassie grabbed your arm softly and turned you around. Grabbing the medical supplies as you said, “The bullet is still inside. You’ll have to pull it out.”

“Great! I like how you asked the person who has no experience with this type of thing and is your girlfriend! Smartest fucking idea I have ever heard in my entire fucking life-”

“I have nowhere else to go, Cass!” You told her, silencing her tangent. “You’re all I have left and I need you right now. So, if you can’t do this, then fine. But don’t make me feel like shit more than I already do.”

With pursed lips, Cassie kneeled down in front of you and placed her fingers around the wound. There was a faint sting, but nothing too serious. When she gently spread your skin, trying to make more room for the tiny clamps, that made you groan in pain. But she didn’t say anything. Brows scrunched together in concentration as she gently and slowly pushed the clamps inside whilst you rolled your head back, grunting in pain.

She tried to be as quick and as gentle as possible. But as much as you had experienced wounds before, you’d never had to have someone pull a bullet from your body. So, you were grateful that Cassie wasn’t just jamming the clamps into the wound and wringing it around inside of you.

When she found the bullet and pulled it out, you took the liberty to stitch yourself up. Sitting on the toilet and doing so as Cassie cleaned up the floor and her hands. Scrubbing until her skin was red and ready to break. Although she wasn’t saying much, she was freaking the fuck out. She was on edge. She was sick. She couldn’t think straight with all the jumbled and clouding thoughts in her head. Seeing you bleeding, seeing the gun, the bullet, she needed answers or she might just go insane.

“Explain what the fuck is going on, Y/n,” Cassie breathed, turning off the faucet and bracing her hands along the edge. “I feel like I am going crazy over here while you act like this is nothing new.”

It wasn’t.

Ok, getting shot was new, but you injured and laying low wasn’t. “I am involved in some dangerous shit, Cass,” you confessed, driving the sewing needle through your flesh, biting your bottom lip. Cassie looked away, unable to stomach the sight. “I won’t tell you much because I want to protect you, but I’ve been a criminal since before you left me.”

Cassie frowned, looking over at you cutting the thread and beginning to tie a tiny knot. “What the fuck do you mean you’re a criminal?” She laughed. “You’re an on-the-go worker that…” She trailed over her words, unable to find the correct occupation.

But the longer she mulled over her words and placed two and two together, she was slowly realizing that you hadn’t hidden anything from her. The large margins of time you were gone, the excessive amounts of cash, the secrecy, it all just made sense now. 

Should she be surprised? Angry? Hurt? It was all too much at once for her fragile mind to handle. Your crimson-stained hand gently touched her naked thigh, pulling her gently towards you. “Cass, return to Earth.” Your words made the blonde swallow the lump in her throat, blinking rapidly and finally meeting your warm gaze. “I never wanted you to find out like this. Everything is so fucked up right now and I know you’re trying to process all of this. By tomorrow you don’t want me in your life anymore, then fine. But I just need a place to stay for the night.”

For the first time tonight, Cassie finally was given vulnerability. A chance to have insight as to what is going on in that beautiful head of yours. Finally able to see and feel something that felt real and genuine. Like, the curtains had finally been pulled back and allowing the sun to shine through the window. It felt nice, refreshing, and emotionally rehabilitating.

Cassie blinked rapidly, leaning down as her hands held your face. Brushing her thumbs over your cheeks and jaw, the little bristles of your light stubble. Sliding to the back of your head where she gently toyed with the ends of your corn rows with her eyes tearing up. “As long as you lay with me tonight.” Smiling shakily, Cassie watched as you leaned up and kissed her nose, forehead, and cheeks, and then finally met her lips. It was soft, sweet, and loving. Just like it always has been.

So, was that frightening? Shouldn’t Cassie be the tiniest bit scared of what you’ve done in your past if you were a criminal? Maybe you’d killed people. Or maybe you’d hurt people that may be deserving or non-deserving of it. But for whatever reason, she felt closer to you than she ever has been since the two of you started dating. Shit, maybe since the two of you last saw one another before tonight.

With caution, Cassie helped patch up your wound with a bandage and moved you to her bed. Allowing you to slip under the covers before soon following with her head resting on your chest. Your heartbeat beats like a drum with a methodical rhythm to it. A calming sound to Cassie's ears as she turned her head slightly and kissed your chest. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

A warm hand came down her back and gently rubbed the curve of her spine. Repeating the motion until Cassie was in a sleepy daze, eyes fighting for a chance to hear if you respond or to just stay with you a little longer. Hang onto this moment a tad bit more. But your silence was suffocatingly comfortable and it left Cassie finally relenting and closing her eyes.

“You won’t, baby.”

But you know that wasn’t the truth, judging by the sirens heard in the distance outside.

[allthewritem0ves]

Fox in Socks: Mis-Chick-vous Misadventures

Episode One: Knox

It was autumn in Roundtown

Where the Fernsby family was in a whirl

In fact, just recently

Amos and Astrid had a baby girl!

But we’ll get to that soon

As Nate was in class

Listening to his teacher’s lecture

About the environments of sea bass

Now a junior at Roundtown High School, teenage Nate lived a normal life. Every day passed him by with nothing really important happening.

It seemed Franky always had fun. Easy for him with no school to worry about. He never even went to college, just decided to spend the past six years with his girlfriend Ellie Robinson.

Now he had to rely on the two of them for a lift back home.

Alas, poor Nate

His brother must’ve forgot

He was supposed to be here

Three thirty on the dot

Nate waited for too long, so he began walking home. “Stupid Franky”, he muttered to himself. “Letting Ellie distract you.”

He walked about half a mile from the school to his home. As he crossed the street on the corner of his block, a car almost hit him.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot!”, the driver, who looked about the same age as Nate, yelled at him.

“Why don’t you watch it?!”, he shot back. And he tried to keep going, but then the driver and everyone else in the car, who were more teenagers, jumped right out and gave chase.

Poor Nate pressed his luck

Which was the worst in Roundtown

Because that driver was a senior named Davis

Who was grinning like a mad clown

That wretched menace Davis was a thing for nightmares at school. He was a huge, burly fellow who never took his aggression out via taking up a sport, but by being a bully to anyone he felt like. Unfortunately for Nate, who went out of his way to avoid this beast, was at the receiving end of whatever Davis had in store for him.

The two accomplices held Nate’s arms down while Davis slowly walked towards him.

“Help! Help!”, the Knox screamed out. He tried kicking, but Davis was too far back.

“Maybe this will teach you not to walk in front of my car!” He punched Nate in the chest.

“You came out of nowhere!”, he gasped out.

“Don’t make excuses!”

Then Davis reeled his fist back and punched him again, this time in the eye. Nate screamed out in pain.

“Seems your fake parents forgot about you, orphan!”, the one pinning Nate’s left arm teased.

“Hey!”

Davis and his boys let go of Nate and ran away. The young Knox grabbed his chest and fell on his knees. He began to cry until he felt someone pick him up.

“Are you okay, son?”

Nate looks up, only able to see out of one eye. “Dad!” He hugs him.

“Let’s get you home.”

Amos walked, his arm behind Nate’s back, trying to comfort him. It wasn’t long before they made it in the house.

Inside, Astrid was sitting on the couch, cradling Fiona in her arms as a kids show played on the television.

“Hon! I need the first aid kit!”, Amos exclaimed to his wife. Mama Fox turned her head and gasped.

“Nate! What happened?”

“Davis got me again.”, Nate summarizes. Astrid passes Fiona to her husband and rushes into the kitchen to fetch an ice pack and the first aid kit from atop the refrigerator.

As Astrid helped hold the pack to his chest, she asks her son, “Wasn’t Franky going to pick you up today?”

Frustrated, Nate removes the pack he was holding to his eye and says, “That’s what I thought. He never showed up.”

The vixen hits her knee with her fist. “Damn that boy!”

“Hon! Not in front of the baby!”, her husband says in shock, holding Fiona’s ear against his chest and covering the other with his hand.

“Sorry, Amos. But I know you’re thinking it too; Franky needs to be more responsible. He’s the older brother.”

“That’s true, but he is a grown-up. He’s got a girlfriend and his own place.”

“Yes, but he was still supposed to pick up Nate.”

“Maybe if he stopped tasting the forbidden fruit, he would’ve remembered his one simple request”, Nate mutters.

“Nathaniel! Don’t talk like that; not about your brother and definitely not in front of your baby sister!”, his mother reprimanded him. She would only say the full version of Nate’s name whenever he was in trouble.

He didn’t apologize. He simply walked away.

——

Unaware of his brother’s plight,

Franky rushed to his old family home

To question Nate’s whereabouts

At the house on McComb

The eldest child, Franky, parked his car on the curb. He rushed into the house with his girlfriend Ellie at his heels.

“Mom! Dad!”, he shouted out. “Nate wasn’t at school! I couldn’t find him!”

Just then, Amos came out of Fiona’s nursery. “Please don’t shout, son. We just put your sister down for her nap.”

“Oh. Sorry, Dad. Do you know where Nate is?”

“Yeah. He’s in his room.”

“Hi, Mr. Fernsby”, Ellie greeted.

“Hi, Ellie. Everything alright?”

“Yes, sir. It’s always a pleasure to see the family.”

Franky smiled at his love. She too is a fox like him, but an Arctic fox while he’s a red fox. Ellie had the most striking blue eyes, as icy as her fur color and she had a very fluffy tail.

But now's not the time to gawk. He had to see Nate.

“Wait here, El. I’m gonna talk to my brother.”

And Franky headed down the hall to Nate’s room. “Hey, Mom”, he said as he passed the nursery.

Franky found Nate lying on his side in bed.

The young Knox was livid

With his irresponsible brother

He felt better off

Talking to Fiona or any other

“Nate? Is everything okay?”

He didn’t reply.

“Come on, little bro. What happened?”

“Go away”, Nate said calmly.

“Don’t be that way. I’m just trying to level with you.”

“Well you can’t. You never got bullied in school, Mr. Perfect.” Nate’s voice cracked as he began to cry. “Especially not for being adopted.”

“I’m so sorry, little bro.”

Then the Knox turned around and sat up. He shouted, “Why weren’t you there to get me?!”

Franky was shocked.

Then they heard their baby sister crying down the hall.

“Nathaniel! Be quiet while your sister is sleeping!”, his mother said, pushing the door open, Fiona crying in her arms.

“Sorry, Mom”, Franky apologized on Nate’s behalf. She walked away.

“Answer me! Why didn’t you pick me up?!”

“Shh! Don’t yell or Fiona’ll cry some more. Then I’ll tell you.”

“Was Ellie involved in some way?”

“Yes.”

“Knew it.”

“Today is our anniversary and we were exchanging gifts. Guess we must’ve forgotten the time.” Franky shows off his paws. On both his front and rear paws he wore blue socks, although the front ones were more akin to resembling mittens. “A little something from Ellie.”

Nate couldn’t say anything

Without it coming out as derogatory

But hated how he was ignored

For a reason that was, in his opinion, obligatory

Franky got up, said “Hold on a sec”, and ran out of the room. He returned with Ellie.

“Hi, Nate”, she said.

Nate said nothing back.

“Your mom and dad told me what happened. I’m really sorry we couldn’t be there to pick you up.”

He still didn’t say anything.

“Come here, bud.” She opened her arms, letting him in for a hug.

“I’d rather not, Ellie.”

“Nonsense. Come on. I’m not leaving until you hug me.”

Nate leaned up and gave her that hug, but he wasn’t really enjoying it. Especially not when Franky leaned in himself to kiss his girlfriend on the cheek.

“By the way. For our anniversary, me and Franky were going to Snobbery Hills. We were also thinking about bringing you along too.”

“Snobbery Hills? What’re gonna do there?”

Franky and Ellie took turns naming activities.

“See the Ivywood sign!”

“Tour past celebrity homes.”

“Maybe even head to Fantasy Mountain!”

Nate stops to take it all in. “If I say yes, you two promise not to be lovey-dovey until I’m out of the room?”

The older two laugh.

“I’d never do anything to make my little bro uncomfortable”, Franky states.

“Of course we promise, Nate”, Ellie adds in. “Plus, it’ll just be for the weekend so you don’t have to worry about missing school.”

Sounds like a good offer

And a nice change of pace

Then again, it was that or babysit his sister

That wasn’t gonna be on his case

“Would Mom and Dad be okay with it?”

“Yes”, Franky says. “It’s not like you fall behind in school, do you?”

“No. How are we getting there? It’s kinda far.”

“We’re taking a train.”

“Oh yeah”, Ellie butts in. “I’m not very fond of flying.”

Nate looked from side to side, thinking of his decision. Franky maybe wanted him to come along since he most likely felt guilty for his negligence. Ellie seemed the most genuine with her end of the offer; this seemed a little backwards to him. Nonetheless, Franky seemed okay with letting Nate tag along on what seemed like his own romantic getaway.

“What’d’ya say, little bro?”, Franky asked.

The Knox looked at the fox couple. He smiled and nodded.

“Yay!”, Ellie celebrated.

“Perfect! I just gotta buy the tickets, book the hotel and all that. You, little bro, just gotta pack your stuff up.”

[kausstar]

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nate jacobs x f! reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1.9k

nate jacobs had a reputation for being an asshole. most people didn’t like him, but some did. people who liked him; liked his toxic and fake behavior, but you being the new girl you didn’t know about his behavior— only heard about it. even after hearing, you had to see it for yourself.

no description of reader. nate. nate being possessive. talks of murder/killing. doesn’t really show his toxic tendencies in this one.

𝓴aus. i know i promised more peter but i started watching euphoria and i needed some him in my life right now. i wanna write for fez too but i don’t got no ideas for him… :((

“have you seen the new girl?”

“no, but i heard she’s cute. have you?”

“yeah, she’s definitely gonna have the guys lined up for her number. she’s really pretty.”

the conversation echoed throughout the restroom, and the two girls knew of the echo but doubted their was anyone there to listen. they were probably skipping class, or fixing their makeup before the bell rang to dismiss everyone home. little did they know, the girl they spoke of was standing in the stall not too far away from them. you were barely breathing at the moment because you could taken into account that you were going to be talked about but not in such a good way.

you would’ve waited in the bathroom until they would’ve left but you had to get back to class before the bell rung. so, quietly, you opened the door of your stall and walked quickly to the door. gladly, they don’t spot you or say anything and you’re able to slip out of the bathroom. you sigh under your breath, happy as if you just exited the world’s hottest zone.

you didn’t bath in the glory for long before you started to walk down the hall to class. the hallway were empty. you could only hear your footsteps in the echoed halls. you quickly made it to class not wanting the quiet to drive you crazy. you took your seat in the back and listened to the teachers lecture for another 5 minutes before the bell rung throughout the school.

right along with the bell, students quickly packed up their things, headed out of the door, and out into the student parking lot. most people were walking towards the gym for practice, but you walked to find rue and jules who you’d met earlier at lunch. you’d sat at their table by accident and apologized, telling them you would get up but they insisted you weren’t a problem and that you could hangout with them.

“hey, new girl!” you hear someone call through your headphones that blasted music into your ears. you pull one out and look in the direction of where you heard the calling from, which was the right. you spot people talking amongst themselves, couples holding hands, people pulling off in their cars, but no one was looking your way specifically besides a couple of dudes. you notice one out of the three— that one being the one rue had warned you about.

yelling and cheering filled the cafeteria as the football players and cheerleaders ran out. the football players making the most noise; banging on tables, barking like dogs, even taking it as far as to jump up on the tables. “i don’t feel safe here,” jules mumbled to you and rue, who laugh at her. your laughing must’ve caught their attention because when your laughing dies down, you spot one of football players eyeing you.

“who’s that?” you asked, squeezing rue’s arm that was wrapped in yours. they follow your eyes and they’re quick to shake their head. “his name’s nate but don’t take him serious,” rue says and jules nods in agreement. “he’s an asshole. you’re waay to sweet for him,” jules says, giving you a small smile. you could only smile, at their sweet comments.

unexpectedly, he levels his balance on both feet and walks over to you with a cocky grin. the grin made your stomach bubble and you couldn’t tell if it was bad or not. once in front of you, you realize how huge his frame is—he practically was blocking your whole body from the sun. “was that you who shouted?” you asked, still wanting to make sure.

“yeah, names nate, by the way,” he says, grin still on his face. you only give him a little smile before telling him your name. he repeats it as if it’s gonna slip his mind in seconds. “let’s hang out later. it won’t be those dickheads, just me and you.” you’re taken back by the sudden offer, and you’re quick to tilt your head in confusion.

“umm… it just depends. what are we gonna do?” you asked and only hoped his intentions were pure. but from what rue and jules’s told you, you doubted it. he shrugs. “you like bowling?” he asks, titling his head to match yours but it wasn’t in confusion— just interest. “yeah,” you nod, and his grin spread. “we’ll go bowling then,” he nods, and pulls his phone from his back pocket.

“okay,” you says and he hands it to you. you type in your number and save it under your real name. “is this a date type thing?” you say, giving a glance up at him to make sure he’s listening. you know he is because you catch him staring at you. you only grin at catching him in such a vulnerable position.

“do you want it to be?” he grins as you hit done on the keyboard. you hand him his phone back. “i don’t really care,” you shrugs with a short laugh. “good. i’ll see you at 8:00,” he says, nodding. “sure,” you say before putting your headphone back in and walk away.

soon after, you find rue and jules who were lying down on the pavement watching everything unfold. you see their shock faces and you take out your headphones. “what?” you asked, not knowing at first why they were looking the way they were. “seriously!? you have to be kidding me,” jules says, standing up from her sitting position by rue. “did he just ask for your number?” rue asks, now standing next to jules.

your mouth turns into an o at their question. you shake your head. “no, he just asked to hang out— well he really didn’t ask. just kinda told me we were hanging out,” you said, with an icky expression. “when? today?” jules asks and you nod. “at 8:00, i’m pretty sure,” you shrug, not really caring all that much. “you sound excited,” rue says sarcastically with a grin as she wraps her arm around your shoulder and you begin to walk.

you look up at her with a grin. “do i really?” jules nods. “i think she’s about to pass out. hurry let’s get her out of the sun!” she grins before all of you laugh at your sarcasm.

xxx

“how does it feel to lose?” you ask, big eyes looking up at nate, after he’s just made a strike. yes, he made a strike but it was nothing compared to your 5. the hangout had been going great so far. he had picked you up when he said he would, given you slight compliments on your outfit, payed for everything, you hadn’t see a red flag yet. “shitty,” he mumbled, looking up at the scoreboard as he sat down next to you. “we can play another round, if you want,” you said with a shrug making him look over at you.

his eyes lingered over you a little longer than they had all night. you fell anxious under his graze as he continued to stare without taking a minute blink. you light laugh to clear the air. “what? something on my face?” you asks, with a playful grin and nate only shakes his head. “no, you’re just… different is all. let’s go, ya?” he asks standing, before holding his hand out to you.

you take it, and the two of you walk hand to hand out of the bowling alley. silence consumes the two of you as you walk to his truck, and all you can think about is what he meant by “different”. what was different about you? you ignore it though— not caring all that much for an explanation. “are you as bad as they say?” you ask, looking over to him. he doesn’t answer immediately, he waits until you’re at his truck. finally he looks over at you, but instead of just answering he hover over you and walks forward until your back hits the trunk.

“how about you find out, ya?” he grins. his eyes giving your lips a glance. “mm… maybe,” you grin back, big eyes looking up into his. he chuckles at you. “maybe? come on. i am better than any of those dumbass’s at that school,” he says, hands finding your waist to squeeze. you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “and many of those dumbass’s wanna get with you. don’t wanna be the hated new girl,” you fake pout, giving his lips the same attention he gave yours before. you feel his breathe on your face as you inch closer.

“trust me, you won’t be, and if they say anything, i’ll kill them,” he whispers, his breath brushing against your lips. you couldn’t tell whether he was being serious or not so you tilt your head, and squint your eyes with a light smile. he lightly smiles back at you, and inches closer, closing the gap between the two of you. you kiss back, kissing his warm, soft lips.

his hand finds it’s way to your face, and deepens the kiss. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, and his hand squeezes your side. before he could get too ahead of himself, he pulls away, but gives your lips a couple more quick peeks before fully pulling away. you look up at him with cloudy vision.

his thumb rubs across your sweet, wet lips. “so what do you say?” he asks, grinning softly. “i’ll see what you’re all about nate jacobs,” you mumble, before kisses his thumb lightly.

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