#said. whats alright to be said. whats alright to be expressed. what would be okay to go ahead and potray. how to stand. how to stand away.

[v6quewrlds]

Blurb of wifey making Joe do the tend of telling his friends goodnight please?? 😂😂

author's note⠀⁎⠀feat. zacciah & justin because i wanted to try something new.

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist / series masterlist.

"Why would I call my friends just to say goodnight?" Joe questioned her, his forehead wrinkling in confusion as his eyes focused on the TV mounted on the center wall of the living room. His hands were busy, full of her calves as he massaged the tightness from her muscles after a long day standing and walking around the clinic. It had been a heels day; full business professional attire instead of her sneakers and scrubs, and it showed in the knots that had formed.

She, relaxing with a half-smile on her face, sat up from her lounging position, her head tipping to the side as she studied Joe expression. "So you don't watch the TikToks I send you?" she questioned, her eyes squinting in mock disbelief.

"Only the funny ones," Joe defended himself instinctively, a hint of a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. "This is a TikTok prank?" He asked in an effort to clarify, his thumbs still working their magic on her legs.

"It is," she confirmed. "It'll be funny, I promise," she assured him.

With a sigh, Joe set her legs down and reached for his phone. "Alright, let's get this over with," he muttered with a playful edge in his tone. He scrolled through his contacts, searching for the most unsuspecting victim to play along.

"Zacciah?" Joe asked, glancing over at her to see if she approved of his choice. She nodded eagerly, and he tapped the call button. Zacciah, one of Joe's closest friends, answered with a simple 'Hey'. "Hey, man," Joe began, trying to keep a straight face as she giggled quietly beside him. "What are you up to?"

"Just about to crash," Zacciah replied, his voice hinting at the end of a long day. "Why? You need something?"

Joe took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the absurdity that was about to unfold. "No, just wanted to call and say goodnight," he said, his tone unusually gentle, almost comically so.

"Goodnight?" Zacciah echoed after a few brief moments of silence, clearly taken aback. "Is… everything okay?"

She stifled a laugh with her hand, watching Joe's internal struggle as he maintained the facade. "Yeah, just thought it'd be nice," Joe replied lightly.

There was a pause on the line. "Okay, goodnight then," Zacciah said, sounding a mix of confused and concerned.

"Sleep tight, buddy," Joe said, trying to match the tone of a heartfelt bedtime story. "Sweet dreams and all that. Love you."

On the other end of the line, Zac's confusion grew palpable. "Joe, what…?" he began, but Joe hung up before he could finish his question. She burst out laughing, the sound echoing through their living room, as Joe gave into the amusement and chuckled along with her.

"Alright, who's next?" he asked, his eyes scanning his contact list.

"Oh, we're excited now are we?" She teased, watching Joe with twinkling eyes as he found his next target. "Try Justin."

Joe raised an eyebrow at her suggestion, but tapped the contact without further comment. The call connected and Joe waited for his friend's greeting. "Aye, what's up, man?" Justin's voice came through the speaker.

"Nothing right now. Just checking in, seeing how your night's going," Joe replied, his voice filled with feigned innocence. He watched her, whose lips were pressed together in an attempt to stifle her laughter. She nodded encouragingly.

"It's cool, you know. My moms was just askin' about you actually. What's up with you?" Justin said.

Joe paused for a beat before responding. "Just had a thought that it's been a while since we talked," Joe began. "So, I figured I'd call and say goodnight."

"Goodnight?" Justin's tone was disbelieving, almost as if he was offended. "Where's your girl? She would make you do some shit like this."

She couldn't hold it in anymore and her laughter spilled out, full and unrestrained. Joe rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, she's right here," he admitted, holding the phone out for her to speak. "And she says goodnight, too."

"Oh, you think you funny, huh?" Justin's voice held a note of amusement. "Goodnight to you too," he called out.

"Night, Justin. Tell your mom I said hello," she responded. The laughter in her voice was infectious, and Joe could hear Justin chuckling on the other line.

"This is lowkey nice as hell," Justin said. "We could do this every night. Say goodnight and shit, I like it."

"Fuck no. Goodnight J," Joe said quickly, cutting off Justin's proposal for a goodnight ritual. He ended the call before the wide receiver could protest.

[thatpieceoftrash]

You look just like a dream

Malleus Draconia x reader

WC: 1.016

In which you capture a picture of a certain fae(along with his heart)

“Hey stranger, what brings you here in the dead of night?”

Except he definitely wasn’t a stranger, especially not after finding out his real name a few weeks prior.

“Good evening, Child of Man. Isn't it a bit too late for you to be outside?” Malleus greeted you as stepped through the gate leading to ramshackle.

“Normally it would be, but I wanted to test the camera Crowley gave me” you told him, holding up the so-called ghost camera the headmage gave you at the beginning of the year, so you could capture what goes on throughout the school, although you suspect it was another task he was freeing himself of. Well, it wasn’t that big of a deal, at least you got a cool device to make up for it.

“Ah, I believe I have seen you around with it, although I’m not quite certain how it works.“ He said with a pensive look on his face, which was now much closer to you. Close enough to also see the confusion clouding those impossibly green eyes of his.

“Come here, I’ll show you how it works,” you said patting the space next to you. The fae was reluctant at first, likely not being used to such a close proximity with anyone, but after a moment he joined you on the old, cracked stairs of ramshackle, with his shoulder touching yours.

“Alright, so first you look through this small window to see what exactly you’ll take a picture of,” you started explaining, pointing your camera towards the starry sky, “and then, once you’re sure this is what you want, you just click on this button and it’s done!” You demonstrated as best as you could to Malleus, who wore such a serious expression on his beautiful visage, you’d think this was an incredibly important meeting, and not some barely understandable explanations.

“I see. To think whatever you capture is forever immortalised in that camera of yours. How fascinating.” There was a soft glimmer in his eyes as he spoke to you, and so the words coming out of your mouth shouldn’t have been all that surprising.

“Would you like to be immortalised as well, Tsunotaro?” You inquired, slowly turning your head towards him, catching the faint surprised look on his face, but it slowly turned into his familiar and haughty smirk. Now this one you were familiar with.

He let out a small laugh at your question, “You’d wish to capture me with your camera? Truly fearless of you to ask me, I do not usually let other people photograph me, but since it’s you I’ll make an exception.”

You absolutely beamed at this and got up as fast as you could. “Really?! Okay, okay just stay there and I’ll set the camera!” You would not refuse an opportunity to have a picture of the prince all to yourself. After all, he really was quite pretty to look at.

“Very well, is my pose agreeable to you?” Malleus asked as he sat up straighter, but while his whole demeanour screamed nobility, his smile was slightly wider than you were used to, and you could even see a fang poking out from behind those pale kissable lips.

“Perfect!” And you weren’t lying, as you quickly captured what you definitely consider your magnum opus for pictures.

“I’ll definitely be keeping this somewhere safe, out of Grim’s paws, and the ghosts wandering gazes.” You smiled to yourself as you looked at the small paper with your horned friend on it.

“You’d keep me only for your eyes to regard? Possessive, are you?” Malleus questioned, from his position now behind you, with this chin on your shoulder taking a glance at his portrait “Well, I suppose I don’t mind if I have your admiration alone.“

Maybe he doesn’t mind the proximity after all “Well I’ll think of this as my own treasure, don’t you also have that?” You tried to keep a cool head, but his hot breath next to your ear made it harder to even think.

“Oh, I most definitely do, my dearest Child of Man”

You barely had enough time to register his words before you felt a pair of hands grab your waist.

“Why, my greatest treasure is right here.” His whisper sent a shiver down your spine.

“Are you also gonna keep me for yourself only?” You teased him back, turning your face to gauge his reaction.

His eyes widened a little, before he let out a laugh, “you say the most curious things, I advise you to be careful, lest a dragon steals you away.” He almost purred those words, and your brain stopped functioning.

“What if I say I wouldn't mind it?” You challenged him, slowly bringing your lips closer to his.

“Oh my, a brave one, are you? Tempting me like this. Remember that you brought this on.” And as you were about to retort, he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Malleus, you tease!“ you sputtered before turning away completely, but you didn’t leave the warmth of his arms.

He gave a delighted laugh at that. “Apologies, my dear, I just couldn't resist. You’ll forgive me for my insolence, won’t you?” He said, placing yet another kiss on your shoulder.

“I’ll forgive you, but then you'll also have to forgive me,” you said, suddenly turning back to him.

“Whatever for-“ but he didn't get to finish his sentence, as you planted your lips to his.

For a moment he froze, and you wondered if maybe you shouldn't have been to bold, but his shock quickly melted away, in favour of kissing you back, with just as much, if not more vigor, grabbing your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him, as you grabbed his ethereal face.

You only pulled away when you needed to breathe, with your foreheads touching each other. Neither of you said a word, as you basked in the comforting silence that followed, though you knew you’d eventually have to talk about it.

“Well, I suppose I could pardon this transgression, if you give me another kiss.”

[marilyn-girly]

okay so hear me out on this one

so johnny and reader are in a situationship and they've like kissed before and stuff and he's like slept over at her house before but they didn't tell their friends, and then one night there's a party so they go to that and then johnny and reader get together at the party and all their friends see and cheer them on (this happened to me tonight 😽😽)

Ahhh ok this is my first time writing for Johnny!!! I hope you like it bc I’ve never written for him before!! 😭

~ Johnny Angel ~

warnings: drinking, kissing, cursing, mentioning of tobacco, etc.

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Johnny angel, you’re an angel to me

Johnny angel, how I love him

He’s got something I can’t resist

But he doesn’t even know that I exist

You had your eyes on Johnny Cade for a while. You’d watch him walk by in the crowded school hall ways. Your heart would flutter every time your eyes would meet in a quick glance that you thought lasted too long to be just a quick stare. You call yourself delusional but deep down you think Johnny might have the same feelings as you do.

You’re sat at your desk in your room trying to get through algebra homework. The frustration is getting to you because you can’t seem to concentrate on anything! Your manicured nails drum against your desk as you tap your pencil on your homework. Of course you waited last minute to do your homework because you were too busy thinking of…

Tap Tap

Your eyebrows furrowed and you leaned back on your desk chair. The sound was coming from the outside of your bedroom window. You quickly grabbed your pencil, just in case it’s some random old creep. You scurried over to your window before opening it up quickly and holding your pencil like it’s a knife.

“Hello?”

You were met with a confused and frightened smile.

“Uh- hi..what’re you doin’ with that pencil?”

You felt heat rise to your face with embarrassment. What were you thinking?

“Oh! This? Just homework. Come in, you’re probably freezing!”

You moved out of the way so Johnny could come in through your window. Your heart fluttered as you met his chocolate eyes…

“Sorry for comin’. My parents were fighting again..I just couldn’t take-”

You smiled softly and shook your head before sitting on the edge of your bed.

“It’s alright Johnny. You’re welcome here anytime.”

You sure meant it. You wish Johnny could stay here all the time. He smiled to himself before looking around your room before sitting down next to you on your bed. You looked over at him as he sat next to you. Your eyes roamed over his face then to the scar that formed from his forehead to his cheek. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and you’re pretty sure Johnny noticed your confused expression.

“Some Socs..”

You nodded your head slightly in understanding.

“They did that to you.?”

He nodded his head before glancing away from you.

“Some Soc with rings..him and his buddies just came and…”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized he was getting upset. You moved your hand to rest ontop of his.

“It’s alright, Johnny. I think you look like the toughest guy around town.”

His eyes met yours once again. You smiled softly and he did the same.

“Yea?”

“Definitely.”

He grinned and you could feel his eyes roam over your face. Before you knew it his soft lips were on yours. You swear you could’ve heard church bells ringing.

Johnny angel, how I want him

How I tingle when he passes by

Every time he says hello, my heart begins to fly

You, Bri and Jess walked down the cracked pavements of Tulsa. You weren’t paying attention to what they were saying at all your mind was somewhere else - or on someone else. Your heart fluttered as you thought about his eyes..his scars..his lips-

“Hey!”

You were met with Bri’s fingers snapping in your face.

“Did you hear what I said or are you too busy thinking about Johnboy?”

Jess snickered and shook her head.

“No Bri. That’s the other one. She’s thinking about Johnnycakeeee.”

You rolled your eyes trying to suppress a smile.

“No…not my type at all. He’s dirty…greasey…”

Bri grinned and Jess shook her head. They know you like him but you’ll never admit it to them.

“Just how I like em!”

Bri howled and Jess shoved her into you. You laughed and glanced ahead and you were met with two greasers heading down the street. Dallas Winston and Johnny Cade..

Dallas saw you guys and sauntered over with a grin, Johnny followed behind. But he grinned softly when he saw you. Dallas started talking up Bri and you could tell she loved every second of it. Jess just kept quiet eyeing up Dallas.

You met Johnny’s gaze and smiled.

“Hey.”

“Hi Johnnycake.”

He nodded his head and grinned.

“Dal told me there was a party tonight. It’s gonna be pretty tuff, wanna come?”

You could feel your pulse rush and you nodded your head. You couldn’t stop the stupid smile you had on your face.

“Mhm! Of course, can’t miss out on a party.”

He laughed and nodded his head.

“Right. Well I’ll see you there.”

With that he walked away following Dallas. You watched as he walked away and you just want to fly. But then you were met with Bri and Jess crossing their arms and giving you a “we knew it” expression.

“So…who’s going to a party that you magically got invited to by Johnboy?”

Jess and you groaned.

“It’s Johnny!”

You both say in unison.

“It’s just a party, ain’t nothing special. Plus I bet you’re going with Dallas Texas, huh?”

Bri smiled to herself as you purposefully confused Dallas’s name.

“Whatever. But we should give you a makeover.”

You smiled and glanced between Jess and Bri. Tonight could be the night. No. Tonight will be the night you and Johnny will be going steady.

I get carried away

I dream of him and me and how it’s gonna be

Other fellas call me up for a date

But I just sit and wait

You were sat at Jess’s vanity with your hair in rollers. Bri was laying down on the floor skimming through a magazine. Jess was looking through her closet for what you should wear.

“You know, Johnathan better say something tonight. I swear to god he has feelings for you but he’s too big of a baby to say anything!”

You agree with Bri but you haven’t told both of them that Johnny sneaks through your window almost every night, that he tells you everything he wants or hopes for. You never told them that you both lay down in the same bed and share stolen kisses. You haven’t told them that you’re in love with Johnny.

“Oh let it be Bri. John is a nice guy..the most of your worries should be Dallas.”

Bri shook her head before sipping on her coke.

“He’s just mistaken.”

You and Jess just laugh at Bri.

“Sure..mistaken. I guess that’s what you get called after jumping people six years younger than you.”

Bri laughed at your comment and Jess pulled out a black dress. Your eyes lit up as you looked at it.

“That’s so pretty!”

“Oh my god. She has to put that on right now!”

Which you of course did. The black shift dress fit you perfectly. Bri said Johnny would definitely have his attention all on you tonight and you just hope she’s right.

I’d rather concentrate on Johnny angel

‘Cause I love him and I pray that one day he’ll love me

The party’s loud and full of greasers. It’s some barn party where they are usually located. These type of parties are thrown by a couple greasers and word gets out and you’ll get about a thousand people in a smelly old barn. Usually the cops will show up because of underage drinking, drug use, just all the things greasers do.

The drinks were flowing and you stayed with your girls the whole time. You kept glancing around the party trying to find your greaser but you haven’t seen him yet. You guessed Bri and Jess noticed how your head would keep looking around the whole time.

“Hey! Just keep drinking you’ll feel better!”

Bri yelled over the music and you rolled your eyes.

“No! I’m not gonna do that when this whole room is practically filled with men!”

Jess nodded her head but Bri scoffed and passed you a red solo cup.

“Drink up bitch!!!”

Bri howled but her smile dropped when she saw Dallas in the corner of the room with some blond broad.

“That scumbag!”

Bri passed Jess her drink before hurrying over to Dallas. Bri is drunk and she most definitely has the guts to fight but she just can’t. Especially when it’s Dallas.

“You should go get some air. I’ll go keep an eye on Bri.”

Jess smiled reassuringly and you smiled back. You walked outside and felt the cool night breeze. You leaned up against the barn, your head spinning from the loud music and the heavy smell of alcohol.

“There you are.”

Your head perked up and there he was in all his glory. Johnny.

“I thought you didn’t show, got worried.”

You smiled and shook your head.

“Of course I showed. I thought you didn’t.”

“Nah, I just needed some air. Dal went to go talk to Sylvia for a bit and I thought it was best to leave the scene.”

You laughed in agreement.

“Yea, I needed to get away from the party too. Bri’s drunk and ready to fight.”

He laughed and leaned against the wall next to you. You looked up at the night stars and you felt like this should be the time for him to say something. He has to!

“Johnny, do you ever think about us? Like going steady?”

You didn’t even comprehend that you had said something to him. Great. He looked at you and slowly started nodding his head.

“Of course..I mean- as soon as I saw you walk in with that gorgeous smile I knew we had to go steady.”

You raised your eyebrows. Is he trying to be chivalrous? You smiled to yourself and tilted your head.

“Did you learn that from Sodapop?”

“He said it’d work.”

“It sure did.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand.

“Come on, let’s go back. I gotta show everyone I’ve gotten the prettiest girl in Tulsa.”

Your heart fluttered and you both walked back into the party hand in hand. You were met with the sound of loud music, the smell of tobacco but the smiling faces of Jess and Bri. Dallas had his arm over Bri’s shoulders and he grinned at Johnny.

“I knew it! Dallas I told you!”

Bri squealed and Dallas shook his head. You laughed and glanced over at Johnny but he was already looking at you.

“Jess call all the people we know. We’re gonna have us a greaser wedding!”

That’s just how a simple ol’ greaser barn party became one of the most memorable places to you and Johnny.

And together we’ll see

just how Heaven will be

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[lacedinheaven]

the warmth | chapter 1

Sorry it took so long! I had exam week, and I got sick :( but it's here!

Pairings: HBO!Ellie x Fem!reader

Summary: In which you run away from a cult and fall in love with your bestfriend.

Tags: SA, swearing, slowburn, pining, comphet, internalized homophobia, Ellie's still together with Cat (not for long)

I will add more tags in future chapters

WC: 2k words

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5 Years Later

This time, there’s no noise. I wake up slowly, the early morning sunbeams slipping through the curtains and landing softly on my face. It’s warm. Calm. For a moment, it feels like the world is holding its breath. No gunfire. No yelling. Just birds outside and the faint creak of wood as the house stretches awake.

I have to get up. I’ve got a shift at the stables this morning. If I’m lucky, I’ll catch her before she leaves for patrol. Just a minute with her would be enough—maybe.

As I pull on my sweater and pants, I start to hear footsteps and voices downstairs. Sounds like Maria and Tommy are up too.

I head down to the kitchen, where the smell of coffee and something sweet lingers in the air.

“Hi, sweetheart. Have a good sleep?” Maria says, her voice light and cheerful as always.

“It was alright,” I mumble, already halfway through pouring a bowl of cereal. “I need to go, though. Shift at the stables.”

I shovel down a few bites, not really tasting them, and stand up quickly. Maria catches me in a warm hug on my way out.

“Okay, bye! Love you!” she giggles, waving me off like she always does.

Outside, the air is crisp, and I’m left alone with my thoughts on the walk to the stables. I can’t stop thinking about last night.

Cat danced with her.

I know I shouldn’t care—we’re just friends. That’s what we’ve always said. But still, every time someone else gets close to her, this slow burn rises in my chest. Not in a weird or possessive way. Just... I don’t know. I’m jealous, I guess. Jealous in a friendly kind of way. If that’s even a thing.

“Hi! You recovered from yesterday?”

Shit—I didn’t even notice Dina sneaking up on me. I jump slightly, then give her a tired smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’re not your usual chirpy self,” she says, her brows knitting together.

“I’m fine, really. Just had a bit too much to drink last night. Nothing serious.” I offer her a quick smile, trying to brush it off.

She nods, not fully convinced, but lets it go. We walk together in silence after that—a comfortable one. I’m grateful for it.

When we get to the stables, I see her.

Els.

My heart lifts for a second—and then it drops like a stone.

Cat’s still talking to her.

Why the hell is Cat still talking to her?

Dina walks ahead and joins their conversation like it’s nothing. Els turns around when she hears us, her face lighting up.

“Hey, you,” she says with a grin. “Excited for your shift?”

I scoff. “Of course, Els. Been counting down the hours.”

She laughs at my sarcasm, rolling her eyes, and starts going on about something—details about her patrol route or who she’s paired with—but I can’t focus. All I can hear is the white noise in my head and the way my stomach twists every time I glance at Cat.

“Els, I’m really sorry,” I interrupt, rubbing the back of my neck, “but I’m tired and I need to get the horses ready. Maybe you can tell me about it tonight?”

She hesitates, her expression shifting.

“Oh. Okay. That’s alright. Just—take care of yourself today, please?”

I force a smile. “Of course, Els. See you tonight. Have a good patrol.”

She nods, and I watch her walk off before turning back to the stalls. I spend the next few hours mucking out hay and brushing down the horses returning from patrol, trying to bury the unease inside me with routine.

Then I hear footsteps behind me—steady, familiar ones.

“Hey, darling. You joining us for dinner tonight?”

I turn around and smile at Tommy. His voice always has that calm, comforting tone.

“Hey, Tommy. I’m not sure yet. Els invited me over, so I might have dinner at Joel’s. That okay?”

He gives me a knowing smile and nods. “Of course it is.”

I give him a hug and tell him I’ll see him tonight.

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“You should’ve seen its face—it was awesome. You would’ve loved it,” she says between fits of giggles.

I can’t help but laugh too.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to go on patrol anymore. That sounds like an absolute disaster. But of course it happened to you.”

Ellie had just finished telling me about a dramatic showdown she had with a squirrel during her patrol. Classic.

We’re lying on her bed, the late afternoon light soft against the walls. For a second, it feels easy—light.

But of course, she doesn’t let it stay that way.

“So... what was going on this morning?” she asks, voice playful but pointed. “And don’t say nothing, because I know you by now. You know you can’t lie to me!”

She says it like it’s the funniest joke, like it’s all just a game.

“Really, Els? It was nothing. Honestly.” I pause. I hate even saying this part out loud. “It’s just that... the anniversary is coming up. You know which one. And I always get like this around that time.”

I roll onto my side and lie next to her, our shoulders just barely touching.

She’s quiet for a moment.

“I get that,” she says softly. “Maybe you should try talking about it?”

I actually laugh at that—sharp and bitter.

“With Gail? Are you serious? How am I supposed to pay her—what, with the weed I don’t have? Or a bottle of whiskey from 20 years ago?”

Ellie chuckles, but it fades quickly.

“No, not her. I meant me. Or Maria. Even Joel. We just want to help you, you know?”

The air shifts. That familiar weight presses back in, the warmth we had just moments ago slipping away like water down a drain.

“Ellie, I don’t want to talk about it. Not with you. Not with anyone. I’ve told you that, more than once.”

She sighs, quietly frustrated.

“Yeah, I know. But clearly something happened, and it still sticks with you. Every time someone even brushes against you, it’s like your whole body shuts down. I think if you just let someone in—even a little—you might actually start to move forward.”

I sit up, my back stiff.

“Ellie... what do you think happened to me in there?” I say, voice low. “You were there for one day. One. Day. I lived there for years. Whatever happened to you in that single day—try imagining that, on repeat, for years.”

She sits up too, looking at me like I’m some wounded animal. Like I’m broken. Like I need to be fixed.

“No. Don’t you dare look at me like that,” I snap. “This—this is exactly why I don’t talk about it. That look. Like I’m some sick puppy that needs rescuing.”

I stand, shaking with something I don’t know how to name.

“I don’t need saving, Els. I saved myself.”

She starts to respond, mouth half-open, but I don’t give her the chance.

“Maybe you should call Cat again. She seemed to do a great job keeping you company.”

And with that, I walk to the door.

“Bye, Ellie.”

I leave without looking back.

By the time I get home, I don’t even bother with anyone downstairs. I sneak up the steps, my body moving on autopilot. I crawl into bed, hoping for peace—but knowing better.

And like clockwork, the nightmares come—vodka-soaked breath in my ear, cold hands on my back, and that same feeling I’ve never been able to shake.

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I wake up slowly, but not because of the soft sunbeams warming my face like before. No, this time it’s the noise—again. There’s always noise when I wake up. Like the world’s allergic to letting me have a peaceful morning.

Someone’s knocking on my door like it’s life or death.

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night, okay? I shouldn’t have pushed you so much. Please let me in?”

I roll my eyes and stay quiet. I don’t even bother acknowledging her—but of course, Ellie being Ellie, she doesn’t give up that easily.

“And also, just so you know... me and Cat broke up last night. Sooooooo... come out?”

I almost laugh—almost. I bite my lip to keep it in, but the curiosity’s already got me.

“Why?” I call out through the door, trying to sound indifferent.

There’s a soft thump. I think she just sat down on the floor, maybe leaning against the door.

“She said some really shitty stuff about my friends last night,” Ellie mumbles. “I just didn’t want her around after that. That’s all. Nothing dramatic.”

Something about the way she says it makes me pause. It’s honest. Quiet. No big performance.

I get up and walk over to the door. Without thinking too hard about it, I swing it open.

She literally falls into my room, landing flat on her back with a startled yelp, nearly cracking her head on the wooden floorboards. The scene is so ridiculous I can’t help it—I break into full-on laughter, loud and messy, the kind that makes your stomach hurt.

I laugh until my eyes start to water.

Happy tears. For once, happy tears.

Not the kind that come after fights, or panic attacks, or because my best friend can’t seem to understand the word space.

She looks up at me from the floor, clearly a little offended—but not really—and then starts laughing too. Our laughter blends together, messy and warm and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.

“So... you forgive me?” she asks, giving me that pathetic puppy-dog look she knows damn well works on me.

I grin down at her, still catching my breath. “Yeah, Els. It’s okay.”

And in that moment, it actually is.

“But... now I’m curious. What did Cat say about us?”

Ellie draws a slow breath, clearly trying to soften the blow.

“Well, a lot actually. She said Dina’s high more often than not, and that she’s a bad influence. She said Jesse acts like some holier-than-thou saint. And to top it all off...” she pauses for dramatic effect, “...she said you were like a lovesick puppy over me.”

I raise an eyebrow, but before I can say anything, she waves it off with a little grin and leans in like she’s about to boop my nose.

“But I know that’s total bullshit, so don’t worry.”

It’s weird. But I like weird. Especially her weird.

“Yeah, total bullshit,” I echo with a smirk. “And plus... I might have a boyfriend soon.”

The shift in her face is instant. Her smile drops. Her eyes narrow slightly, like I just cursed her entire bloodline.

“What?” I ask, raising my hands. “I told you this, Els! Wyatt asked me out at the party—remember?”

She gives me this strange, unreadable look.

“I guess I just didn’t think you’d say yes. Are you sure? He’s not exactly known for being a gentleman.”

I let out a sigh and flop back onto the bed dramatically.

“Yeah, I know. But no one else has asked me. And I really don’t want to spend the New Year’s Eve party alone. So... next best, I guess? And seriously, what’s the worst that could happen? If he so much as lays a finger on me in the wrong way, he’ll be facing the wrath of Ellie Williams. He wouldn’t dare.”

That makes her laugh, and she gives me a playful shove.

“Damn right. Let me know if he needs a good beating.”

She smiles at me, and I smile back. It’s soft. Easy.

“Thanks, Els. That means a lot.” I lean in and give her a light peck on the cheek.

Her eyes flicker. She doesn’t say anything at first.

“Hey,” I say, changing the subject, “don’t we both have the day off? Maybe we could go do something?”

She looks at me, thoughtful, eyes narrowing just a little like she’s weighing every possible answer.

“Maybe. But... we could also just stay in? I could draw, you could read. And maybe we finally bake those cookies we love?”

I laugh out loud at the suggestion.

“You mean I bake the cookies and you stand there and eat the dough?”

She grins. “Exactly.”

“You’re lucky I love you. It’s a deal.”

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“Starlight.” Bob Reynolds Imagine.

Summary: Following John Walker's advice, Bob decides to confess his feelings for you… to you.

A/N: Hi. First of all, thanks for the love on my first Bob imagine "A safe heaven". Secondly, I'm still getting to know Taylor Swift's music so I can't really call myself a fan, but like Jake Peralta said: she makes me feel things. She makes all of us feel things! So I quoted one of her songs here :) My first language is Spanish and I'm still learning English, so please excuse me if there are any grammatical errors. That's all. Thank you! (I think I messed up saying you were an Avenger, but the timeline is a confusing so let's pretend it's okay, please?)

Warning: Bob being a cutie, the usual hehe

“Is (Y/N) back yet, Lena?”

“You mean (Y/N) and Bucky?”

“Yeah, right. Them.”

“No. Not yet—”

"Oh..."

Bob slumps down onto the couch, pulling his disappointed look away from Yelena and her emotion detector.

“I just know they’re about to. In 10 minutes, I think.”

But it was the talented Taylor Swift that once said: you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town, and now, Bob’s smile behind the milkshake he holds with two hands (not a big one, just adorable and shy), fighting his own nerves, could light up the whole world. Through moments, pieces of happiness that he has been collecting with you, Bob had begun to regain his own light, little by little, with them making his eyes bright again, like tiny twinkling stars after his life had been darker than an undiscovered galaxy—still and silent, without a light source, nonexistent until someone notices its presence.

And that's what you'd done from the beginning, perceiving his warm personality.

Always warm like the edge of his heart, even in the midst of his storms, with you managing to see directly into the core of his overwhelming fears, the most hidden and the most obvious ones. And without meaning to, without seeking it, Bob had found himself leaning toward you, seeking refuge in your inexhaustible source of love when he felt down, a love that you always showered upon him in many ways, with a word of empathy or a physical display of affection, or the loving way you pushed a lock of his hair aside, even though it always fell back into place, making you laugh.  

But when everything was alright, life was even better between back–and–forth conversations or the deepest ones, like the days and nights you two spent together to decipher if the ghosts were real or solving the unsolved mysteries that lingered, and there, Bob could see the way even your eyes smiled too every time your lips curved upward. You smiled a lot with him, and with the group, Bob would pay full attention to your expression more than to other's, even learning to differentiate your laughter from the rest in a heartbeat.

"Yeah, Bob, your little girlfriend is coming back soon. You must be excited."

John's voice is flat, his back on the couch, directing his attention to the TV, but so full of mockery that Bob can feel it in the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn.

"(Y/N) is not my girlfriend."

"But you want her to be. I can see you dying to hold her, to hug her, and to kiss her. I bet you dream about it every day."

Yelena gives a long sigh, sinking deeper into the comfort of the other couch, but her bored expression is just as threatening as when her eyes flared at any sign of danger.

"Why do you always have to be such a jerk, Walker?"

"I'm just being supportive!" John looks slightly surprised, as if his support system actually comes with sarcasm inevitably, lowering the arms he used to emphasize his protest. "I'll give you some advice, Bob—"

"I didn't ask for your advice."

“I’ll give it to you anyway. Tell (Y/N) how you feel, that you care a little too much for her or that you’re in love, I don’t know, but do it today, don’t wait for tomorrow because tomorrow is a bitch sometimes and who knows? Maybe we could get attacked by some alien and die.”

“That sounds fun, actually.”

Bob frowns, confused and slightly terrified, looking for some trace of sarcasm in Yelena’s deadpan voice, but when the elevator dings with an annoying chime announcing your arrival, and Bucky’s, his head turns in your direction, meeting your gaze as you smile back, your eyes narrowing slightly, feeling his own joy beating within him.

Bob wondered sometimes if stars also existed in the eyes, not only in the night sky.

“It’s great to have you back, guys.” John sits down, fighting his own smirk. “We’re very happy to see you, aren’t we, Bob?”

Making his existence smaller, Bob nods, his body shrinking a little, but as Bucky recounts the events of the successful mission that lasted less than the expected number of days, you take your backpack from him and head towards your room. Yet it's your gaze that catches the way Walker continues to drag his mocking eyes between Bob and you, a second before looking away.

Messy minds tended to be the noisiest, you knew this well as you found a way to coexist peacefully with outside noises, building a wall around yourself so you wouldn't hear them, but as you disappear down the hallway, Walker leans forward, his brow furrowing at the pain that begins to throb in the front of his head, like a hammer hitting a nail.

"Another headache, Walker?" Yelena asks.

"Yeah, maybe I should see a doctor."

Yelena maintains a flat expression, though it amuses her to tears the way he hadn't realized that it was you who caused them, but she remains determined not to give herself away even when her gaze meets Bucky's, coughing softly to hide Bob's laughter as he stands.

"Maybe you should just stop being such a jerk."

"What, Bob?"

"Nothing."

But Walker had a point, Bob thinks sadly, all the time it takes him to make a milkshake for you. Between the sips of coffee that left a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue when you finished it, he knew you were also enjoying something just sweet, a drink that was like a remnant of a past life, a memory of your childhood, a whole journey that made you smile.

Bob didn't seek you out, and before you, he was just existing with empty hands and a mind full of dark thoughts, until things took a turn, and then his hand was always full, with yours holding it, and a mind occupied as Bob began to replace the unwanted memories with something better, stopping living on autopilot, answering that question of whether things would ever get better.

Now, Bob turns the corner and enters the long corridor of rooms, and his sharp hearing registers the song playing in the distance, which grows slightly louder as he approaches the half–open door, a second voice providing the backing vocals, your voice, coming to him like a soft breeze. And he doesn't mean to spy, but shy as he usually is, Bob leans a little bit over the frame, his nervous hand still holding the glass to his chest.

You are there, your back to him, singing at the same level as the voice in your phone, walking around the room, fixing your already made bed or rearranging your desk. Your space after losing your place in your house, your new little home.

With a glass window on the other side and that lets in the golden autumn light, it reflects on your head, and Bob feels a warmth rise in his stomach and creep down his body, ending up on his cheeks (the ones that had managed to rest from Walker's teasing) with a violent thud that makes him swallow.

You're wearing loose jeans and an oversized light blue sweater with sunflowers woven into it in haphazard patterns, light blue as the sky when dawn is breaking and the darkness fades, because nothing last forever, not even the absence of light—and with you looking like everything Bob never could dream of finding—a nervous, childlike smile, one of those full of innocence, like the warmth of first love, spreads across his face.

Not in a garish way; but you're colorful, your soul and your clothes and your words. Time seems suddenly frozen as he films everything about you in his gaze, as if a single second feels like a lifetime together, even though you've only been together a few months.

However, when you turn around, like a domino effect, his body jerks a second after yours, holding the glass slightly away so the tide inside doesn't splash him.

"Jesus, Bob, you scared me!" You laugh, nervous, and he's fast to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was here a second ago, I promise." He swallows the lump in his throat when your sharp gaze seems to pierce through him, but you're not upset, just mocking him silently. "I just came to bring you this.”

There are many things you'd learned to over–feel after your mind expanded, like the noise in other people's heads, like the slight vibration of Bob's hand when he gives you the milkshake, holding the glass with both hands.

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you, but you shouldn't have bothered, though.”

He shakes his head.

“It's no bother.”

Bob pushes his hands into his pockets when you take the drink from him, almost rocking back and forth, lingering there for a moment as you take the first sip, and when you tell him it tastes great, he just smiles.

Bob is beautiful on the outside too, adorable with his casual style, (clothes he carefully selects just to sit on the couch with you, or go to the few places you frequent together) with his angelic face and his eyes looking into yours as you talk, sitting side by side on the floor while working together your new 1,000–piece puzzle, but not meeting your eyes for more than two, maybe three consecutive seconds.

With your attention on the ground, you feel the warmth of his body radiating like waves nearby, like the power of that fiery star that hangs between the warmest days. Life moves like a whisper beside him, soft after a storm, quiet like when calm comes after chaos, and you love that.  

“Bob, do you know who Stitch is?”

He looks up from the piece in his hand and nods, those two unruly chocolate strands of hair bouncing with the movement, only to frame his face and that nervous look reflected in his warm blue eyes, but they can never hide the joy Bob feels when he sees the happiness in yours, and in that moment, there is an overflowing, almost childlike thrill in them. Like finding a sapphire among a pile of faded rocks, the light in your eyes always shone no matter the season, like the sparkling autumn that paints the city—and Bob Reynolds loves autumn.

“Great. You're coming to the movies with me tomorrow.”

“L–like a date?”

Yet the sound of the silent autumn breeze blowing leaves floors below is even louder than his mental whisper, even though no one hears him in there. His heart beats under his own anxiety, but Bob smiles with that possibility.

"Are the others coming with us?"

But you feel it: the disappointment in his voice at a positive response.

“Well, no: Lena didn't have a real childhood, so she doesn't know about those kinds of movies. Walker is a walking insult machine. Ava would somehow make kids cry. And I'm pretty sure Bucky's older than that radioactive cheese living in the fridge that no one dares throw away, so he only watches classics.”

Bob chuckles, a small, nervous but colorful sound.

“That cheese scares me. Kinda looks at me funny.”

“Isn’t that right?! I feel like it could give us even worse powers than we already have.”

He nods, frowning, but maintaining an amused expression as he holds your gaze.

“Yeah. That cheese’s been there for a suspicious amount of time. Maybe it’s a spy.”

You laugh in surprise.

“My God, your humor is as broken as mine. But when I asked Alexei if he wanted to come, I tried to explain that Stitch was an alien, and the poor man started hyperventilating. An alien?! We should prepare for invasion, yeah?” You do your best to imitate his accent, and the joy of Bob’s deep laugh is adorable, warm, even when it falters because of his constant nervousness. “It was my fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have started talking about an alien after the Chitauri tried to invade the city and then others kept coming.”

Bob swallows, considering whether his next words might cross the line, hurting you even though he'd never do it on purpose. He knew a bit about your history and your brief stint with the Avengers, about your lab–gained powers, but all that information was just scratching the surface of a life that so drastically changed the course of your path.

"Can I ask you a question?"

You can see Bob's gaze fixed on the puzzle out of the corner of your eye, but you nod anyway.

"Of course you can."

"Are you angry about what happened to you?”

Your gentle gaze rests on him, even though Bob does his best to focus his full attention on the pieces, but you know he’s trying with all his might to feel normal again, not to act it, fighting to return to what he was before the drugs and his depression, before his alter egos and his memory loss that kept him from living a full life when there were pieces hidden in the darkness that made him feel incomplete.

No one can live a full life if they always feel like something is missing, you had once told him.

And maybe his attempt to be who he was made him beautiful, so beautiful it hurts, even though Yelena's words still echo in your chest: he's in love with you. But Bob looks like literature written by a feminine hand, sweet like the male protagonist of the most romantic book in the world, the dream of those who read and dream of finding someone like him, with him never realizing his own virtues, always oblivious to all that beauty in him, inside and out, which only made him even more beautiful.

You and he were still young, young adults whose years of your lives were snatched away by selfish people who only sought their own benefit—but being in love still scared you more, even when you were already completely immersed in that feeling.

“No. Not anymore. I spent so much time angry that it wore me down, but I think I found again that something that kept me going when all seemed lost.”

Bob blinks, confused, but he looks up and keeps his eyes fixed on your face until yours meet his again, so he doesn't miss a single bit of your answer.

“And what was it?”

“Love.”

You laugh at the way his face contorts in surprise, angelic eyes (even after having seen hell) a little wide open, blending with his radiant innocence as Bob tries to take in your entire expression, looking in search of a hint of lie.

“I mean love in general, Bob.” He calms down fast and listens closely. Four letters that seemed simple, but hid such a profound undertone, with new things that you were still discovering, a feeling that made you feel as if after the wild waves, the water on the shore once again felt a lullaby, soothing your life until they became nothing more than a delicate whisper on the sand. “I mean... I spent so much time hating myself that I forgot my parents and my older brother taught me to love myself properly, deeply. But then I felt again the love I felt for people and things, the one I had before waking up on that gurney in that secret facility. My love for my family, for books, animals, for movies, for the few but good friends I had, and even for that boy with ocean–colored eyes I was getting to know in a sunny Los Angeles.”

Not everything was perfect, but Bob sees you feel you’re the right path, and as he weighs your words, he knows they are like the first breath of fresh air after feeling scorching heat in your lungs, or like a light in the darkness.

"I was so close to you and didn't know it." He chuckles, with a hint of melancholy as Bob wonders what it would have been like to know you in another life, before the catastrophe, though now, he is happy he can feel a connection with you, as if he'd actually met you before. "I wish I could have met you back there."

"Yeah, me too. But everything I've been through has led me to this moment with you, so I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Your gaze returns to the puzzle when his gaze moves away from you for a moment, but coming back in the second to admire what you're letting him see–the profile of your face, the soft smile on your lips.

But Bob confidently trusts that you're still the same despite past events, with the same laughter, the same desire to remain good, plus a power that spread through your mind. And everything still seems like a cozy autumn dream, with sensations so vivid that Bob can feel them on his skin, even deep in his shy heart, wanting to live in it forever.

However, in a more selfish sense, like he never was, Bob wonders what it would feel like to be loved by you, in a romantic, deep, and real way like he's never experienced. Because now Bob understands that if your laughter and your smile and your happiness hid so much feeling, so much so that he could compare you to a romantic movie—the kind that has you in tears mid–act but has a happy ending, and when the credits roll, there's always a soulful ballad sung and a high note at the end that makes your skin crawl, in a good way.

Surely your love for someone was just as beautiful.  

Your hand rests on your leg, empty, and Bob wants to take it, hold it while you lead the way, because he knows that he would follow you wherever you went, and that in a crowd, he would find you. It's like an invisible light around you only he can see, like a thread tied to his pinky finger connected to yours.  

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” His whisper threatens to fade into the void again, even when your nervous gaze catches his, but Bob knows he has to tell you now before he stops being brave and his words die a cruel death inside him. “You were the first person who told me I wasn’t invisible, that you wouldn’t leave me behind even when I told you I was a threat. And I really tried to stop thinking of you this way, but every time I close my eyes I can see you, and I can hear you, and that’s so much nicer…” Bob’s little smile is shy, him watching yours, which is somewhat saddened by the weight of his past, fragments he shared with you during your time together. “When I’m alone I want to see you, and when we're together I wish we could be together all day. I know I have nothing to offer you, and that sometimes I’m a little cloudy like Lena calls me, but you are confident, and you are smart, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same–”

“I do feel the same.” A small, shy chuckle past by between your lips, watching your fingers as you rub them against each other, followed by a sigh that seems to let go of a piece of your own past. “And that’s what scares me, but not enough to make me not want to be with you.”

But then his hand envelops yours, calming you through your fear, steadying your whole world as your eyes return to his. Your vision of him is clearer, nervous but receptive, open to new sensations, and even with his own fears and insecurities, Bob leans forward, with you mirroring the gesture, the image of the other in your closed eyelids, allowing yourself to be felt on each other's lips.

And the kiss is soft like his existence, yet somehow bright in the dark, like the starlight that lingered in your gaze.

Your hand squeezes his as his lips move against yours, just a little bit, and after living numb for so long, feeling again feels so good.

Bob pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, eyes still closed.

"Walker told me to tell you how I felt..." He chuckles, speaking softly so as not to clash with the new environment, which is even more welcoming than the last ten seconds. "Can't believe he was right."

You pull away slightly, chuckling with him at John's expense, pushing back that curly strands of hair of his with your free hand, which moves back into place, but as Bob leans forward again, you two know that from here on out, life would be even brighter.

[estellardreams]

The Brotherhood

The New Past AU by @lululocomo

The ask on the brotherhood showing up with MK helping gave me a bit of material to work with on how it would go, however... I came across some art on an idea and now Imma see where this goes

Hope you enjoy :)

Mk was not expecting the strike to be so... Brutal. Granted, his memory was a touch fuzzy on journey to the west. He hadn't reread it in a while, especially the passage on the pilgrims sealing up the brotherhood.

But now, he was here... Approaching their kingdom, riding behind Wukong and Macaque on the nimbus back to Tripitaka and everyone else.

"Alright, we're here." Wukong leapt off the cloud, helping Macaque and MK down with him.

"Thank you. Though I must ask, why did you bring your son along?" Tripitaka asked.

"I wanted to come with! I... I have something I need to do here, too." MK quickly piped up.

"Ah. Very well, then."

"I feel like we should revise our plan so we don't accidentally get ambushed." Ao Lie spoke up.

"Nonsense! It's totally fine!" Wukong said proudly.

"No, I agree with him. We should rethink this because your plan of pretending we're bait is..." Macaque trailed off.

"Really bad." MK winced.

Wukong groaned. "Then what do all of you suggest? I'm trying to find a way to get us inside without being detected as threats!"

MK's ears perked up, his gaze drifting up to the kingdom. His eyes narrowed, seeing more than three figures roaming the streets.

"Do you guys know it's not just the brotherhood there?" he asked.

"Wait, really?" Wukong snapped to look at him.

Mk pointed to the multiple figures gathering at the edge.

But three seemed to tower over the smaller ones.

"Brother! So glad of you to join us! Have you finally come to your senses?" Azure declared.

"What's the plan?!" Baije hissed.

"Don't worry, I got this!" Wukong piped up.

"Of course I have! After all, I have captured my fake friends for all of you!" he called back.

"WHAT?!" nearly everyone exclaimed.

"Are we seriously going with this plan?!" Macaque questioned.

Peng flew down to them, circling around them. "Then why are they not in chains? Why do you still have their controlling crown on?"

... Shoot he didn't think of that.

"That's just a glamour, okay?"

"Then drop it."

Wukong paused. He knew that he was basically screwed in trying to remove his entire glamour, especially since it was noticeable how the swirls appeared for concealing over dissipating.

"Excuse me?" Tripitaka spoke up.

"We do not mean your kingdom any harm. Please, come with us. I'm sure we can talk through this in a civilized manner-"

"Oh, the little monk wants to be good guy now?" Peng snarked.

Mk scowled, trying to hide his expression.

"And this boy... You brought a child with you? How idiotic can you be?" he hovered right up to MK's face.

"Not idiotic enough to miss." he summoned a staff of golden shadows before slamming the blunt end right in front of Peng's face.

He fell back a little, brushing over his beak.

"You little brat!" he snarled, flying back up to the kingdom.

Mk breathed, keeping a tight grip on his staff.

Some of the crowd began to vanish, but a good chunk of them remained.

"So. All of you are trying to deceive us?" Azure began.

"... You're no better than those celestials and their empty promises." a huge blast of a swing came flying at them.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Macaque yelled, using his shadows to force everyone out of the way of the strike.

"Oh, it's on! Let's finish this!" Wukong summoned his staff, charging at the kingdom.

"DAD! WAIT!" MK ran after him.

"KID!" Macaque chased after the two of them.

"All of you, go. I'll stay behind in case any of you need support." Tripitaka said.

"No, I'll keep you safe Master." Ao Lie shifted his form back into a dragon, scooping their group up before flying to the top.

The moment MK arrived, he was bodyslammed into by Yellowtusk. He skidded back, planting his staff into the ground.

The hammer came crashing down over him, causing him to leap out of the way.

Azure knocked Wukong back, making him collide into MK. Macaque quickly caught the two using his shadow portal, repositioning them back up as if nothing happened.

"Brother. They've brainwashed you, haven't they?" Azure started.

"No, they didn't."

"They're using you! Turning you against us! What happened to rising up against their injustice?"

A dragon crashed directly into the three, sending them flying. The other demons on standby froze, weapons and armor nearly ready.

Ao Lie transformed back to normal, catching Tripitaka, Wujing, and Baije before they all fell.

"Ah! Thank you, Ao Lie." Tripitaka softly thanked.

"How many people even are there?!" Baije yelped, noticing the small army of demons preparing their weapons.

Mk frowned, contemplating their options.

"I have an idea since we're all here. Tripitaka, I think you should stay somewhere out of reach for defense and healing. Ao Lie, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing, how about you help us deal with that army over there?"

"But what about you three?" Wujing asked.

"We can take on Azure and the others. Don't worry!" Wukong said.

"... I can work with that." Baije held onto his enchanted rake. Wujing slipped his crescent staff off his back, positioning it.

Ao Lie flew Tripitaka up to a roof behind a building, mostly out of sight.

"Stay there, please." he whispered. Tang nodded, holding his Khakkhara tightly.

The Brotherhood slammed right back down into the center, Azure slamming his blade down as streams of energy strikes flew past the monkeys.

They quickly dodged, leaping out of the way. Yellowtusk struck his hammer into Macaque, sending him flying.

"BABA!" MK screamed.

"I'll go after him!" Wukong said.

"No you WON'T!" Peng forcibly pinned Wukong to the ground.

Macaque collapsed to the floor, heaving a little as the elephant towered over him.

Mk gritted his teeth, noticing Azure preparing his sword again.

He needed to act fast.

Wukong knocked Peng off of him, holding back the bird. Peng leapt back, firing his feathers at him.

Wukong spun his staff, deflecting whichever ones came to him. One suddenly pierced through his shoulder. He fell to the ground, gripping his arm as he pried it out.

The blade nearly missed MK. He fell back, avoiding another blow as it crushed the ground beneath him.

"My patience is wearing thin!" Azure yelled, continuing to swing his blade towards MK.

He kept ducking and dodging, letting himself fall through a shadow portal. He rose right out from behind Azure, sweeping him off his feet with a kick.

His sword flew into the air. With one move, MK leapt up and kicked the blade far away.

He landed back on the ground, his tail swishing behind him. He snuck a glance at the others, who seemed to be handling the small demon army quite well.

His staff was torn out of his hands.

Mk froze, seeing Azure snap his weapon in half with ease before punching him.

Mk quickly ducked, avoiding a kick from the lion. He bolted towards his dad's, only to get yanked right back by the torso and thrown into the pilgrims.

"Xiaotian?!" Wujing exclaimed, panicked. He quickly helped MK to his feet.

"I refuse to be brought down by the celestial warriors." Azure growled.

Wukong launched himself from the ground, forcibly tackling Azure to the ground. The lion wrestled the monkey off of him, throwing him to Yellowtusk, who was carrying Macaque on his shoulder.

"NO!" MK cried out. He gritted his teeth, summoning his staff again. He charged at the lion, who's gaze shifted to him mere inches away.

His paw swung.

Claws gleamed.

Time seemed to move too still for him.

MK's breathing hitched, his ears ringing, his body feeling stuck.

And then... It sped right back up as the claws connected to his face.

"KID!!!"

"CUB!!!"

"XIAOTIAN!!!"

Screams echoed through his ears as Mk fell backward, landing on his side.

Macaque gritted his teeth, shadow portaling out of Yellowtusk's grasp. He ran to MK's side, kneeling down to him.

Mk panted, blood splattering on the ground.

Wukong broke out of the elephants grip as well, rushing to MK's side.

The small monkey's fingers traced over his face, blood staining his paws.

He froze, staring at his dad's wide eyed.

"A-Are you guys okay...?" he softly asked, his hand tracing along the claw mark over his left eye.

Macaque gently cupped his cheeks before pulling the kid into a hug.

"H-huh?"

"Wukong. Get the scroll."

Wukong's gaze shifted between his mate and cub. He sighed, moving so fast the brotherhood couldn't catch him. He ducked behind the building, taking a breather.

"Master, I need the scroll. Now." he said.

Tripitaka nodded, passing the scroll of memory to him.

Ao Lie, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing quickly surrounded Macaque and MK, with Tripitaka forming a barrier around them.

"What?" Azure questioned.

Wukong's gaze landed on him first... Sharp, yet hollow. He let the scroll fall open, it's curse shooting out through its incantation.

Clawed hands shot out and grabbed him, dragging him inside the scroll. Peng quickly flew up to leave, only for the tendrils to snag him down from the air and drag him inside as well.

Yellowtusk charged to take the scroll from him, only to get sucked in as well. Wukong tossed the scroll up and sealed it back up. Tripitaka finally came out of hiding, having the scroll passed to him.

"Bud... Are you okay?" Wukong gently pulled MK over to look at him.

Mk stared up at him, wide eyed.

"Why can't I... See?" he asked, confused.

"Oh, buddy..." Wukong pulled his cub into a close hug. Macaque joined them again, holding MK close.

"It hurts..."

"I know it does, bud... But it's... I-it's okay..." Wukong gently assured him, stroking his fur.

But when he met Macaque's gaze, he knew it was not okay at all.

Their little cub had just been blinded.

[patrollingboston]

RainCheck

I'm eating pastries as im writing this so life is good. Okay finally they are dating!!! I loved writing this chapter, domestic fluff is just AAAA. I'm planning on more of the steamy side to be in the future (post outbreak) :)

Pre-Outbreak - Austin

Della sat at her vanity; her hair curled into tight coils that bounced with every slight movement of her head. She didn’t have a large selection of makeup, but it still took her a while to decide which lipstick suited her sundress best.

Casey sat at her knees, quietly brushing a doll’s hair.

The babysitter was booked for seven, and Joel was due to pick her up at half past.

Her nerves were in tatters. She hadn’t had a single romantic interaction since Casey’s dad passed away a few years earlier. The thought made her stomach twist, like moths fluttering violently around the light inside her.

Her eyes flicked to the photo on her vanity—her husband twirling her on their wedding day, wide grins frozen in time, unaware of the future looming over their love. Della shook her head and pinched the skin of her arm lightly, grounding herself in the present.

A pink lip gloss would be best.

The phone rang, its melody echoing around every corner of the house.

Della rushed to stand, catching the hem of her dress on the doorframe. The sound of ripping fabric tore through her ears.

“Mommy, your dress!” Casey cried out; her voice laced with exaggerated sadness.

“One second, hon,” Della said breathlessly, unable to focus on anything but answering the phone before it rang out.

She grabbed the receiver and pressed the cold plastic to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Ms. Wells, it’s Amber. I’ve come down with the flu—I’m going to have to cancel babysitting tonight. I’m so sorry.”

Della bit down her frustration. It wasn’t the teenager’s fault, not with the congestion and guilt in her voice.

“No problem, Amber. Feel better soon, sweetheart.” She gently placed the phone back on the hook, her expression tight with irritation.

Casey came trotting into the room, her face full of curiosity.

“Shit, ain’t that just peachy,” Della hissed under her breath.

“What happened?” Casey asked, her big brown eyes wide with worry.

“Amber’s sick. She can’t come over—Mama’s gonna call Sarah’s dad. Sit tight.”

Della rushed back upstairs, snatching her mobile off the bed and dialling Joel’s number. As she tapped the last digit, the doorbell rang.

Casey ran to the door and eagerly cracked it open, peeking out. Joel stood there, hands in his pockets, his usual stiff posture present.

“Casey! What did I say about openin’ the damn door when you don’t know who it is…”

“But it’s—”

“Howdy, Della.”

She opened the door, her freshly manicured nails catching Joel’s eye. His gaze flicked across her—head to toe—before he bit subtly at the inside of his cheek. He was dressed smart, in a button-up shirt and a noticeably nicer pair of jeans than what she was used to seeing him in.

“Joel! Damn, you’re early. I was just about to call—Casey’s babysitter cancelled. I can’t go out.” Della sighed, a frown pulling across her face as Casey watched silently from behind her. She gently patted the little girl’s arm and nudged her back inside—one of those gestures that clearly meant, Let the grown-ups talk.

An awkward beat passed. Joel shifted on his feet, eyes flicking around like he didn’t quite know what to do with the hiccup. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck—a habit Della had started to notice more often.

“You eaten?” he asked.

“No—”

“Hm. Well, you look lovely, if you don’t mind me sayin’.”

Della’s cheeks flushed, heat rushing to her face like a teenager caught off guard. “Thank you… You don’t scrub up bad yourself,” she said with a shy smile.

“Let me cook you dinner.”

“In here?” she blinked.

“If that’s alright.”

“It’s a bit messy, but... that’s a sweet gesture, Joel.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

A few minutes later, Casey was playing quietly upstairs in her room, and Joel was rummaging through Della’s cupboard for ingredients.

“You like spaghetti?”

“Who doesn’t?” Della called back, her glass of wine clinking against her teeth as she took a sip, watching Joel from across the room.

She wasn’t used to being taken care of. For a long time now, it felt like everything had fallen to her. Her family wasn’t nearby, she hardly had time to make friends, and she didn’t quite fit in with the school moms. She always felt in superior, like she had less of a grip on the mom thing than them.  She’d uprooted her life as a teenager—pregnant with Casey and married to a man who left it all in shambles.

Della’s mind ticked on, each anxious thought replaying like a broken record.

Do I have to kiss him at the end? Fuck, I’ve forgotten how this dating shit works.

Joel rolled up his sleeves, veins prominent across his forearms as he began chopping a tomato. Della stood up, set her wineglass down, and wandered toward the kitchen island.

“So… you run a company? That’s a pretty impressive job.”

She spoke with clear intention—prying gently at the man who always seemed closed off, like a gate bolted three times over.

“Me and my brother,” Joel replied, not looking up. “He’s watchin’ Sarah tonight. No doubt he’s got his hands full.”

He chuckled, and the creases at the corners of his eyes deepened—warm and genuine.

It was the first time Della had seen him really smile. It made her stomach flip.

“Right right.”

A silence loomed over the kitchen. Joel didn’t look up from the chopping board—his eyes fixed on it like it was the only thing grounding him.

“How’d you get into doing murals?” he asked. He glanced up just long enough for their eyes to meet before his gaze flicked away.

“I had it all planned out,” Della said, the words spilling nervously from her mouth. “Was gonna get an art degree, become an art teacher… but I got pregnant with Casey, and it all veered off course, I guess.” She let out a breath, barely a laugh. “I tried to get my work noticed—local places started hiring me, and yeah…”

Joel nodded, his eyes drifting to her hands, now resting beside his on the kitchen island.

“I—” she hesitated, the words catching in her throat. “I haven’t been on a date since my husband. I’m a little rusty.”

Joel finally looked up—this time, directly at her. His hand reached for hers, warm and rough, the callouses familiar somehow.

“You’re doin’ just fine, Della.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

The pair sat on the couch; empty bowls rested on the table in front of them as a rom-com flickered across the television screen. Joel clutched a cold beer—probably one that had been sitting in Della’s freezer since 2001. Della sipped her wine, absentmindedly tracing letters over the fabric of her sundress.

“Wouldn’t peg you as the type of man who liked a rom-com,” Della said, turning to face him. Her curls bounced with the movement.

“Can’t say it’s my cuppa coffee, usually.” Joel leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. His chest stretched out, his T-shirt clinging snugly to his frame. Della caught herself glancing again—then again.

Above the TV hung a faded photo: Della, her husband, and a baby Casey, smiling on a sun-drenched beach.

“Your husband... how’d he—” Joel began, then hesitated like he was testing the depth of cold water.

“Car accident,” Della answered quietly. “Casey had just turned two.”

“I’m real sorry,” Joel murmured.

She didn’t reply. He looked like he had more to say, but the words stalled behind his lips.

A moment passed.

“Can I ask... Sarah’s mom?”

Joel let out a breath. “We were real young. She got pregnant, couldn’t handle the responsibility. One day I came home, and she was just... gone. No note, no warning. I’ve been raising Sarah ever since.”

Della shook her head gently. “God, that’s tough. Sarah’s lucky to have you—I’m sure of it.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

With the exception of a break so Della could read Casey to sleep, the pair had been chatting since dinner. She was carving into Joel’s closed-off demeanour piece by piece, her opinion of his usual gruffness slowly unravelling.

Joel glanced at the watch strapped to his wrist. “I should get going—don’t wanna overstay my welcome now.”

He slapped his knees and groaned as he stood up from the couch. Della followed quickly as they moved toward the front door.

She opened it, leaning against the frame as Joel turned back to face her.

“Thank you for tonight. Seriously—it’s been real fun.”

“Meaning you wanna do it again?” he asked quietly, shifting on his feet.

“I’d love that.”

Joel smiled, and his eyes met hers. A loose curl blew across her face, caught in the evening breeze. Gently, he lifted his hand and tucked it behind her ear.

Della stepped forward, her hand rising to cup his cheek, the coarse texture of his beard scratching her palm. She closed her eyes, letting her anxieties slip away as she leaned in—

“Mommy!” Casey’s voice rang from upstairs, soft and sleepy but perfectly timed.

Della blinked her eyes open and stepped back, frustration rising in her chest like a wave.

Joel let out a breath, rubbing at his beard with a lopsided smirk, clearly amused by the interruption.

“I’ll be there in a second, darlin’!” Della called up; her voice edged with disappointment.

The moment was gone.

“See you at school, Della.”

She watched as he climbed down the porch steps, her eyes following him all the way to his battered truck. He started it up and drove away into the night.

Della took a deep breath and shut the door, gathering her curls into a ponytail before heading upstairs to Casey.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

just shy

[lvl1l1]

LaDS LI’s when your child tells you to “Shut up”

pairings: Caleb, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier x F!Reader(separate)

genre: crack

a/n: dead trend i know 😔 has probably been done but it’s time to push my lads children name agenda!

Caleb

Caleb was sitting on the floor of the living room, playing with your six year old daughter, Elysia.

While you were plotting with your 12 year old son in his room.

Eden wasn’t old enough to be on social media, you however, were and you loved nothing more than to stress your husband out.

When you told your son, that you two would get into a faux argument and he was supposed to tell you to “shut up” at the climax of it, he was hesitant.

“But I don’t want to say that to you, mom…”

he had nervously said.

You ruffled his hair, smiling at your sweet boy,

“Aw, sweetheart don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying it maliciously. It’ll be fine this once, just so we can see what your dad is gonna do, okay?”

Still unsure, your 12 year old slowly nodded.

He truly was a carbon copy of Caleb, especially when he looked up so bashfully at you.

“Alright, Eden, ready?”

Your son hummed, leaning into your touch before storming out the door, ready to start the scene.

“I told you, I’ll do it later, mom!”

He slammed the door shut, with you still in the room, the commotion catching Caleb’s attention.

You pushed open the door and followed the tween,

“And I’m telling you to do it now. Drop the attitude and get on with it.”

The boy groaned loudly and dramatically turned around, you made a mental note to treat him to something sweet later for his level of commitment.

You felt Caleb’s eyes on the two of you and it took you a lot to not start laughing.

“I don’t care, I’ll clean up whenever I feel like it, it’s my room!”

“Doesn’t matter! It looks like a bomb exploded in there-“

Caleb finally spoke up, noticing the rising tension,

“Hey, you two, how about-“

before he could finish what he was gonna say, your son perfectly cut in,

“Just shut up mom! Stop telling me what to do!”

Your eyes widened slightly, even though you told him to say it, it was still weird to hear you usually kind and quiet boy raise his voice like that.

You also noticed how Caleb suddenly went silent again, you looked over at your husband and were taken aback by his serious expression.

He immediately got up and you could tell, he was back in Colonel mode.

Your daughter looked at her brother, snickering.

“What makes you think you could talk to your mother like that?”

His voice was cold, missing the usually warmth it had while talking to his children.

He walked over to you two, you and your son frozen in place.

“I don’t remember raising you to be a brat with an attitude. You’ll speak to your mother with respect. Apologise.”

You decided that was enough and stepped between them, placing a hand on Caleb’s chest.

“It’s okay, honey. I told him to say that.”

Caleb looked back and forth between Eden and you, the boy shooting his father a nervous grin before rushing to sit beside his sister, who immediately went to hit him with her doll.

“You just love stressing me out, don’t you pips?”

He sighed, pulling you closer.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Seriously, I was about to teach him a lesson.”

You heard your son nervously chuckle from the living room and you winked at him.

“As if my sweet boy would ever speak to me like that willingly.”

Caleb just shook his head and walked you over to your children.

“Even if she put you up to this, Eden. You should’ve insisted that you wouldn’t do it. As punishment, you and your sister will stay over at your uncle Gideon’s tonight.”

Eden and Elysia blinked up at him, almost looking like twins,

“…how’s that a punishment?”

Caleb smirked, pulling you down to sit next to the two,

“Oh, the punishment isn’t for you. I’ll have a nice, long talk with your mother tonight.”

He ignored the incredulous look you shot him and laughed at the confusion on your children’s faces.

Rafayel

Your 14 year old son was just as eccentric and animated as his father, so once you suggested doing that trend you’d seen on tiktok, he jumped.

You two stood just outside of the kitchen Rafayel was sitting in, sketching away on his block.

Dorian whispered quietly,

“Just remember that I love you, mom. I don’t mean anything I’m about to say!”

While you thought that was sweet, you still wondered what kind of act he was about to put on, needing that kind of disclaimer.

He cleared his throat and winked at you,

“Mom, why can’t you just let me be for once?! Seriously, I can’t do anything around here!”

He pushed open the kitchen door, walking in and opening the fridge with more force than necessary.

Rafayel instantly looked up, frowning.

You took a second to collect yourself and walked in after your son.

“Dorian, you’re way too young to be out that late. I don’t wanna hear it.”

Dorian looked up exasperatedly, giving his father a look as if to say, isn’t she crazy?

“You can’t be serious! Dad, tell her she’s overreacting.”

He crossed his arms, looking at his father expectantly.

Rafayel opened his mouth, getting ready to step in, when you followed up again,

“I’m right here, Dorian. You don’t need to involved your father. If you have something to say, say it to me.”

Rafayel blinked at you, not entirely sure if he should say something now.

His inner conflict quickly came to an end when his son interrupted his train of thought,

“Oh my gosh, shut up, mom! I wasn’t talking to you.”

Before you could say anything else, Rafayel loudly closed his art block, shooting his son the nastiest glance.

“Alright, you do not speak to my wife like that.”

Dorian, much like his father, never knowing when to give up, turned back to his father in shock,

“but dad-“

As soon as he saw his father’s expression he closed his mouth.

“Keep this up and I’ll throw you into the sea. You can play with some sharks and fend for yourself.”

At that, Dorian’s eyes widened, he quickly hid behind you, not wanting to face his father’s wrath.

You just smiled up at your husband, feeling giddy at how he was so quick to defend you.

“Before you turn our son into shark food, I put him up to this.”

Rafayel’s face immediately fell, putting his head into his hands.

“What’s wrong with you.”

You faked offence and put your hand over your heart,

“Whaaat, I wanted to find out if my big, strong husband would defend me from my mean son.”

“First of all, ew, second, hey!”

Your son exclaimed, still hiding behind you.

Rafayel looked at you two, trying to look mad but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his eyes.

“I can’t believe I have to put up with you two.”

You rolled your eyes at that,

“Honestly, we should sign Dorian up for acting. That was some impressive improv!”

Hands on your hips, you turned around, looking at your son.

He beamed up at that, as Rafayel scoffed from where he was seated.

“Oh, please, he’s far more talented at real art.”

“Dad, what’s your beef with actors?”

“They know what they did.”

Your son looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged.

Zayne

You were dying to see what your usually stoic husband was going to do, if you got into a fight with your daughters.

You roped your 17 and 15 year old in by showing them the videos you had seen.

They were just as curious as you and while your younger daughter, Willow, was a bit more uncertain, considering she was much more like your husband, avoiding conflict as much as possible, Dawn, was able to convince her.

You went over what they should say with them and once they were ready, you waited for the perfect opening.

Once Zayne had finished up his work for the day, finally coming out of his office, you called him over for dinner.

You texted your daughters to get ready, as your husband came and sat down at the kitchen table.

You placed the plate full of food infront of him, he murmured a quiet thank you, before you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, mentally apologising for what was about to go down.

You called your daughters once,

“Dawn, Willow, dinner!”

No answer, just as you had told them.

You and Zayne shared a look and it took a lot in you to not start grinning.

You placed the girls plates on the table before trying again,

“Dawn! Willow! Don’t make me repeat myself!”

A beat of silence,

“Wait!”

“Gimme a minute!”

They yelled far louder than appropriate, just as you had instructed them.

Zayne’s brows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest in pretend anger.

“Girls, don’t make me come up th-“

and just as you had expected,

“Mom, shut up!

“Shut up!”

Came in unison.

Zayne dropped his arms by his sides, stunned.

You turned around, far too enthusiastic but Zayne was too caught up to notice.

You send him a look, as if to make sure he heard the same thing you just did.

He pushed his chair back and got up, and for the first time in a while you heard him raise his voice,

“You two come down here, right now.”

There was a trace of urgency in his voice but you could tell how mad he was.

His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed.

You could instantly hear the sound of footsteps rushing downstairs.

The girls came running into the kitchen, immediately halting in their movements as soon as they saw the look on their father’s face.

Dawn’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape but no sound came out and Willow looked at you, making a grimace.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, to not show how you were kind of enjoying your husband acting like this.

Before either of the girls could explain, he gave them a disappointed look.

You could feel the temperature in the room dropping, chills settling in.

“I can’t believe you two would ever even think of speaking to the woman who raised you like this.”

Stepping in to safe your girls from the lecture they were about to be served instead of dinner, you put your hands on Zayne’s shoulders, massaging him slightly,

“Zaynie, how mad would you be if I told you, I put them up to this?”

Zayne paused, slowly turning to face you.

You put on your best puppy eyes, trying to win him over. No such luck.

“You will be the death of me.”

He rubbed his temple and glanced back over at his daughters,

“I just hope you two know, that I felt levels of disappointment unreachable for others.”

Dawn let out a nervous chortle and Willow gave her a judging stare,

“Well, good thing we’d never actually speak to our lovely mommy like that!”

Zayne nodded, turning back to you.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

He whispered dangerously to you, you blinked in surprise,

“Now, can I please have a normal family dinner with all of my girls? With no unnecessarily rude language?”

Your daughters giggled and smiled respectively, skipping to the table and sitting down.

Zayne wrapped an arm around your waist and lead you to the table.

You might be in danger.

Sylus

Sylus loved his twin sons, he couldn’t be prouder of them and he was also proud of the two of you for figuring out how to be good parents, even with your upbringings.

When the two boys were born, everyone expected Sylus to raise them strictly, preparing them for a life in the shadows, wanting them to follow in his footsteps, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

He raised them with gentleness and kindness, warmth and love, giving them everything they could ever ask for.

You had to step up and be the strict parent more often than not but you simply couldn’t mind, when you saw how Sylus looked at his sons with all the love in the world.

They’ve grown up to be empathetic and loving teenagers, incredibly emotionally intelligent for a pair of 15 year olds.

So, when you approached one of them with your silly idea, he immediately felt unsure.

“Mom, I don’t want to disrespect you, like, ever!”

Zeno had said with such sincerity, you almost felt bad for dragging him into this.

Keyword, almost.

“Zeno, it’ll be funny! I won’t take it personally, I know you’d never actually mean it.”

You tried to reassure him but he just wouldn’t budge.

You were thinking of ways to bribe him, when you suddenly got an idea,

While both of the twins looked exactly like their father, Zeno was more like Sylus, in the sense that he had the same exact soft spots his father had for you, in other words; Zeno was way more of a mama’s boy than Jaden, so you tried pulling on his heartstrings,

“Come onnnn, baby. Please? For your mom? It’ll be so much fun!”

You could see Zeno’s resolve falter and once he let out a defeated sigh, you knew you got him.

“Great, sweetheart, thank you so much!”

You could tell the idea was stressing him out, not because he was scared of what Sylus would do, but because he would never wanna speak to his mom like that!!! Even if it’s just for a joke!!!!

You cooed at him for being as cute as he was, before dragging him downstairs and giving him another round of encouragement.

“Alright, don’t break character and just say everything we went over, got it?”

Zeno nodded slowly, getting ready.

Zeno walked into the living room with quick steps, avoiding eye contact with Sylus and Jaden, who were sitting on the couch together.

“Come back here! I wasn’t done talking to you, Zeno.”

You called after him, not walking into the room just yet.

“Drop it already, mom! I’m done having this conversation.”

Jaden quirked a brow at his brother, staring at him judgingly, and Sylus silently observed what was unfolding before him.

“Zeno, if you won’t go, don’t ask to go out with your friends either. You can’t just do whatever you want.”

The 15 year old was mentally preparing himself, he turned towards you, ignoring his brother’s and father’s gazes.

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything, mom?!”

He slightly raised his voice and you stopped in your tracks, looking at him in shock, patting yourself on the back in your mind for your awesome acting.

“Dude,”

Jaden started, Sylus still watching with hooded eyes,

“Zeno, I’m not joking around with you. You have to deal with the consequences of your choices.”

You stopped Jaden and expectantly looked at Zeno,

“Can you just shut up. Holy shit.”

He mentally winced and turned around to storm out of the room, before he could take even a step black and red tendrils surrounded him, spinning him back around and keeping him in place.

His brother was looking at him like he had grown a second head and he blinked up at his father, who had gotten up.

Sylus walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“I have no idea who you’re talking to like this right now but I’m damn sure it can’t be my wife.”

Zeno was scrambling to come up with something to say, as his knees buckled and he fell, luckily he felt his father soften the fall with his evol.

Sylus tsk’d and looked at his son disapprovingly,

“I don’t remember raising you to have no manners, boy.”

before things could escalate further, you wrapped your arms around your husband.

“Let him off the hook, I coaxed him into playing along.”

Zeno felt his father’s evol immediately let off and he quickly got up, pressing his palms together,

“I’m sorry, mom! I shouldn’t have agreed regardless. Forgive me, father.”

You smiled at him and shook your head,

“You’re so cute! You have no idea how much convincing it took me to get him to agree.”

You finished, looking up at Sylus like this was no big deal.

A pillow hit Zeno hard and he looked at his brother, who was staring right back, unimpressed.

Sylus just smirked down at you,

“You’re being a bad influence, sweetie.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, as he placed his hand on your lower back, pushing you out of the room.

As you two left, Sylus turned around, looking at both of his sons,

“I hope this served as a valuable lesson to you both.”

With that, he walked out to follow you.

Jaden went to throw another pillow at his brother,

“You’re an idiot.”

Xavier

Unfortunately for you, all your children are relatively young, getting an 8 year old to tell his mom to shut up, might not be the best idea; but that wasn’t going to stop you!

You just had to see how Xavier, Mr. Expressionless himself, would react.

As you instructed Xavier to put your youngest daughter to bed, you scrambled to explain how this was gonna go down to your oldest child, Elio, one more time,

“And after I say that, you’ll tell me to shut up, okay? Only this once.”

Elio nodded, while his other sister, Cassiopeia, sitting next to him, shook her head,

“Mommy, that’s mean! I don’t want him to say that to you.”

You smiled at your sweet daughter and kissed her on the forehead,

“It’s okay, Cassie. This is an exception! We’re doing this to see how daddy’s gonna react.”

She hummed and glared at her brother, before hugging you tightly,

“Why don’t you go join Celeste? But don’t tell your father about this, okay baby?”

She nodded and jumped off her brother’s bed before skipping out of the room.

You checked in with Elio one last time, the boy looking serious, as he accepted this as a mission.

“I’ll do my best, captain mommy.”

You bit back a laugh, before nodding at him seriously.

He got off his bed and acted like he was sneaking into the kitchen, Xavier leaving his daughter’s room just in time to see him.

Before he could say anything, your voice came through,

“Elio, go brush your teeth and go to bed!”

At first the 8 year old didn’t answer, as you called out his name again, he loudly went,

“SHUT UP.”

You walked out of his room, immediately making eye contact with Xavier, who looked at you in utter surprise.

You saw his eye twitch slightly, his brows being barely drawn together and something, almost looking like a scowl, found its way to his lips.

He walked into the kitchen with heavy steps,

“Where did you learn to talk like that?”

You quickly followed behind, seeing your son stare at his father expressionless, not answering.

Xavier inhaled quietly, you were starting to feel bad for working him up like this, especially so close to bed time. The shock probably getting rid of his sleepiness.

“You don’t speak to the woman who birthed you like this.”

At that, Elio cocked his head to the side,

“huhh?”

And you quickly put an end to this before Xavier started explaining how babies are made out of spite.

“Great job, hunter Elio. Mission accomplished!”

At that, Elio’s eyes lit up and he nodded, happily,

“I’ll go brush teeth…”

With that, he ran off.

Xavier turned around and looked at you in betrayal,

“Why would you tell him to speak to you like that?”

He asked calmly, but the dark look in his eyes gave him away.

You embraced him, hugging his waist and leaning your head into his chest,

“Let’s just say curiosity got the best of me~”

The look Xavier gave you would’ve had anyone else shaking, you just giggled and intertwined your fingers with his,

“We should check up on all the kids!”

Xavier sighed quietly, following you,

“Don’t think I won’t get my revenge, once all the kids are asleep.”

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost

The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.

When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”

The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.

“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.

“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”

“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”

“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”

“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”

Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”

Robin scowled. “You would.”

Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”

“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.

Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”

Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”

Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”

“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”

“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”

“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”

“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.

Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.

The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.

“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.

“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”

“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.

“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”

“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”

“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”

“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.

Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.

“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.

“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”

Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”

“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”

“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”

Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”

“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”

Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”

“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”

“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”

Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”

Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.

Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”

[missdynamighttt]

if husband! katsuki had a dream that you served him divorce papers, he would be SO mad at you.

katsuki woke up with a start, his chest heaving as the remnants of the vivid dream clung to his mind. in the dream, you had stood in front of him, utterly calm, as you handed him his worst nightmare: divorce papers.

“it's not you, its me,” you said, your expression indifferent as if breaking his heart meant nothing. "i'm just bored, katsuki."

it wasn’t real, he knew that. but the image of you walking away from him felt too real, too painful. the words echoed in his head as he sat on the edge of the bed, his fists clenched. bored? how could you say that after everything you've been through? even though it was just a dream, it shook him to near death.

and when katsuki saw you later that morning, smiling and greeting him like usual, he couldn’t help but scowl. normally, the sight would calm him, but instead, a strange sense of betrayal bubbled up inside him. how could dream-you say something like that? and why couldn’t he shake the feeling?

“morning, katsuki,” you said cheerfully, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

he turned his head slightly, causing your lips to brush his jaw instead. you blinked, confused. “uh… everything okay?”

“fine,” he muttered, getting up and leaving you all alone in the bed.

all day, katsuki avoided your texts, kept his responses curt, and barely looked your way when you crossed paths at home. you quickly realized something was off but couldn’t figure out what. by evening, you had enough.

"okay, whats your problem? you've been sulking all day,” you said firmly, standing in front of him while he sat on the couch. “you’ve been acting like i killed your damn dog. what did i do?”

katsuki glared at you, his emotions finally bubbling over. “you left me! that’s what you did!”

you stared at him, completely baffled. “what are you talking about? i didn’t leave you. i’ve been here all day!”

katsuki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “fine. i had this stupid dream, alright? you—” he hesitated, the words catching in his throat. “you divorced me. you said you were bored and just... left me.”

for a moment, there was silence as you processed what he was saying. then, to katsuki’s annoyance, you started laughing.

“you’re mad at me... because of a dream?” you asked, your laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.

“it felt real!” he barked, his cheeks flushing slightly. “you don’t get to laugh! this isn't fuckin' funny! do you know how shitty that felt?!”

“i’m sorry!” you gasped between giggles, clutching your stomach. “it’s just… do you really think i’d ever do that?”

katsuki’s scowl deepened. “its not that. its just... you said it so casually in the dream. like i didn’t even matter.”

you tried to stifle your laughter, but your amusement was clear as day. “katsuki... you’re everything to me. i would never leave you. ever. especially not because i was bored. you’re the opposite of boring. you’re the most stubborn, infuriating, incredible man I’ve ever met.”

he grunted, looking away. “tch. doesn’t change the fact that it felt real.”

you bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. you could see how much the dream had affected katsuki, even if it wasn’t real. determined to make it up to him, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and cupped his face in your hands.

“i’m sorry your brain decided to torture you like that,” you said softly before leaning in to pepper his face with kisses. “but let me remind you of how much i love you.”

your lips pressed against his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, and finally, his lips. each kiss was light and playful, drawing a reluctant smirk from him.

“sweets,” katsuki muttered, trying to keep up the tough act, but you didn’t let up.

you continued your attack, kissing down his jaw and back to his lips, murmuring between kisses. “i'm so happy you're my husband.”

katsuki finally relented, his hands settling on your hips as he let out a low chuckle. “you’re fuckin' weird.”

“and you’re grumpy,” you teased. “but i love you anyway.”

“hmph. i love you too,” he admitted, his voice softer now as his arms wrap around you, brushing your nose against his. “sorry for being an idiot today.”

“you’re not an idiot. just... talk to me about it next time, okay?”

"fine. be my fuckin' wife for forever, 'kay?"

"i promise," you cut him off with a kiss.

and katsuki kissed you back, finally letting the tension melt away, drowning himself in the taste of your and your presence. you're here. you weren't gonna leave him because he was bored. you never would.

"tch. i’m still blaming you for my bad dreams though."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

Late Night “Talks”

Sevika x Reader

Smut with a bit’a fluff.

Warnings: Sex: degradation, ass slapping/griping, strap-on, crying, fingering, streching out your hoo-haa, and biting. (r! receiving)

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to find Sevika grousing in her thoughts. Where would the night lead you? Cozied up with your girlfriend or being roughed up by her? (You already know where this shit’s going idek why i put a summary…)

A/N: I couldn’t find any fuckass photos for this fic. Pinterest ain’t freaky enough!!

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With a dry swallow, you stirr in your sleep. Groggily waking up and looking around. Sevika wasn’t in bed, and it was midnight. Maybe a work emergency? Probably out late gambling again. Would she really ditch you for a card game? You still couldn’t help but wonder if she was alright. Great risk came with being Silco’s second, both you and your girlfriend knew that. She was probably cleaning up after Jinx? You thought. Maybe even doing whatever her scrawny boss told her to do; her boss who you, very much, hated.

Shifting to a sitting position, you reached for the cup on your nightstand. Empty. Groaning with frustration, you pushing off the bed, and go to grab a cool cup of water. Making your way towards the kitchen, you hear rustling in the living room. Curious yet scared, you take careful steps and peak towards the room. Thinking it was you about to get robbed, you were expecting a man. Maybe even multiple.

Then again, if you had gotten robbed, one scratch on you and Sevika would go crazy. You’re talkin’ search the entirety of Zaun and find the asshole(s) who even thought of touching you.

But, to your surprise, it was your girlfriend. Sitting on the couch, hands inbetween her spread legs, and body tense. “Sevi?” You called out, slowly approaching her. She was leaned heavily onto the couch, looking surprised to see you. “Fuck..” Mumbling under her breath, she turned her head to you. “Did I.. uh, wake you?” Her voice a grumble as she patted the empty space beside her. You accepted her invite and plopped down next to her. Thighs touching, she huffed softly before her prosthesis arm came around your hips. “No, no.. I woke up to get some water.” You answered.

Judging from her eyebags and the smell of alcohol, she was drained. It was twelve fourty-eight at night and Sevika hadn’t had a wink of sleep. “You look exhausted, let’s go to sleep?” Bringing a hand to her hair, your slim fingers ran through her dark locks in order to untangle any knots, even brush away her tension. She grunted into the touch, clearly trying her best not seem weak.

Sevika had grown to think affection was weakness, it was to her pathetic in a way. So, your job, as her girlfriend, was to show her it was okay to open up, to express even the tiniest bit of vulnerability.

“Was it work? Again?” You tilted your head to try to get a better look at her face. Lidded red eyes and furrowed brows, she was definitely not okay. “Nah, just..” A weary sigh left her lips, “you should go back to sleep.” Of course she’d kept a wall between you and her job. No matter what, she’d made it clear she wanted you no where near what she did for a living. To stay out of her profession life. “At least.. give me an answer?” Hands now in your lap, you fidget with the hem of your red pajama shorts. Feeling grey eyes on you, you know you’re about to get a no. About to be shot down with a change of subject.

“Jinx.” She said, leaning forward with her arms on her spread legs. “That’s all you’re gettin’..” At her response, you silently thanked her for being, at least, a bit truthful, it was better than nothing. Letting her answer hang for a second, you smile widely and try to brighten up the mood. “I knew it!” Shoving her arm with yours, she chuckled lowly before placing her heavy hand on your thigh. “Hm, ‘course you did, you little brat.” Her voice was full of fondness, a hint of exhaustion still lingered as her thumb traced the inside of your thigh.

“Y’know I don’t want you gettin’ involved with my shit, right?” She’d said that a million times, but this time it was.. a little more heartfelt. She was protecting you, and you knew that. “Yeah, I do. But I expect you to give me some sort of explanation, instead of shuting me out. Yeah?”

The first few months of dating were rough. Sure, intimacy was sky rocketing but not so much the trust part. Emotions were usually bottled up by Sevika, and fucking you was her way of getting them out. Horrible coping mechanism, you’d tell her. Your girlfriend was more protective than a guard dog, hovering over you and staring you down whenever the two of you would head out. As nice as it felt to feel owned, it was irritating having her get riled up over small-talk with a friendly stranger. But, thank to your understanding, you and Sevika had grown out of the bad habits.

“Yeah, yeah..” She muttered out, resting her back against the couch with a huff. “I try to.” With that, the room held a comfortable silence. For a few seconds, Sevika’s words hung for a moment too long before she gave your thigh a squeeze, coaxing out a response. “Better than nothing.” Is what she got, which she smiled and shook her head at. “Anyways..” Voice less still, “What’d this pretty little thing do today?” Thumbs grazing over your soft, delicate skin.

Masterbate? Why?

“Books and this lame ass TV.” You lied, smiling and trying to hide the truth. But, this had happened countless times and Sevika was used to it by now. Used to your.. horniess. Patting your thigh and inching closer to your core, she spread your legs. “And, you expect me to believe that?” Voice amused and sultry, she moved to wrap her prosthetic around your hip and pullled you onto her lap. Your chest against hers, she grabbed the back of your neck and drew you into a much needed kiss.

Tongue entering your mouth, running along your lips, and then dancing around your own tongue, Sevika was completely aware of what she was doing. As much as you tried to keep your noises to herself, the feel of her biting your bottom lip and gripping onto your ass was what made you unable to restrain yourself. Whining for more you arch into her and cup her heated face. It was hard to ignore the pulse of your pussy. It was yelling for contact.

Sevika whispered a soft, “I feel it.” With a chuckle inbetween the kiss. Obviously, it made you embarrassed. You didn’t expect your cunt to be so fuckin’ needy, especially after a small peck on the lips. Pulling away, your girlfriend slid her giant, flesh hand up your shorts and rested her fingertip against your clit. A squeak escaped your lips and you had already begun to feel yourself getting wet. “Shit’s got a pulse, Baby..” She teased out, a cocky smirk on her face as her prosthetic arm gripped onto your hip to keep you still. “I know..” You huff out, resting your sweaty palms on your girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Let’s fix that, give you the satisfaction you’re clearly needing.” With that, she moved your underwear to the side and immediately slid her finger in. Being wet, you were already lubed up and ready. She took advantage of that and added another one of her big fingers. It filled you up, like.. completely. One more and you’d be streched out like some whore. Even though Sevika would fuck you like one.

Moaning at the movement, you shift your hips to find a comfortable position. Legs spread more evenly, back arched, and head coming to land onto Sevika’s shoulder. “There y’go..” Words murmured into your ear, she began moving. Curling against your g-spot, she slid her fingers in an out.

God, you wish she’d use her strap.

“Be a good bitch and stay still.” You obediently kept your hips still even though they were begging to be shuddered, to be able to tremble. Each in and out had you moaning and filling the living room with your lewd noises. Sevika’s eyes stayed on your figure before her prosthetic arm shifted to grip your tits, twisting your bud with enough pressure to make you whimper. “Sevi, baby..” Voice shaky and barely audible, you couldn’t contain the lewd noise that interrupted your sentence. “Faster?.. please?” — Pleading, you were fucking pleading. Sevika gave you a scoff, smacking your ass with her prosthetic arm before sinking her teeth into the skin of your shoulder. “You dirty little thing.” Was all she said before fastening her pace, even placing a thumb on your clit to give you more than one sensation to deal with. Circular motions on your bud as her two fingers worked inside of you to release the pressure bubbling up.

Each rub, touch, was enough to send you over the edge. But you wanted it to last longer, considering you’d been waiting to be fucked the whole day. Even masterbating didn’t work, your fingers were too slow for your liking. No dirty words were being whispered into your ear, which made the experience boring. Not to mention the absence of your girlfriend’s groans and huffs.

“Y’like that, don’t you?” She groaned inbetween biting and marking your shoulder and neck. “You’re getting fucked harder than this, Princess.” And with that, Sevika gave you the final rub to get you shuddering and whimpering out with pleasure. Arms tightly wrapped around your girlfriend, you cried out. You were at your peak, letting go of the tension in your body and completely melting against your girlfriend. Fingers sliding out, she made sure to clean them off with her mouth. Tongue licking off your cum, Sevika gave your ass a squeeze before pulling you to wrap your legs around her waist. Carrying your weary body towards the bedroom, she made sure to grab her thick strap-on.

Tossing you onto the bed, she stripped you naked with agressive, yet careful tugs. “Let’s see if you last long with a cock up your cunt.” She’d grunt out, taking her time to undress and stare over your perfect figure. Every curve, dip, and turn left her breath to hitch. She, herself, began to undress. Pulling her clothes off her toned and muscular body. The sight had your pussy thirsting for her. Tightening on her strap, she pulled you by the calves and held them up to her shoulders. You were positioned on the edge of the bed, legs spread as you laid on your back with Sevika’s strap dug halfway into your entrance. Enjoying the sight of you, she gave out a smug little grin.

“You’re gorgeous, baby..” Adoration and lust in her husky voice, she tilted her head to bite into your trembling legs. “Wanna see you writhing for me.” With that confession, she thwacked her cock into your pussy and it felt like your body had went numb for a second.

Sevika’s strap was thick, much thicker than her two fingers; which you could barely handle. So, for her to shove something so large in your cunt was new and a little painful.

Whimpering, you bring your shaky hands to your forehead and rest them there, letting your girlfriend thrust deep and hard until the sting of the strech was gone. Sure, it took some time, but afterwards you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure— literally. You were crying. With each blow, your body was quivering. With your head spinning and heart pounding, you were a mess. “There you go, just like that..” Sevika smiled out, enjoying seeing those tears on your disheveled face. “Cry like the slut you are.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead, she held onto your hips as her thrusts became increasingly deeper, more steady, and stronger. “Fuck.. I.. I’m close!..” Head tilted to the side, you watched as Sevika placed a pillow under your hips.

Immediately, you felt the tip of her strap hitting your weak spot and you immediately gasped. The position was new and you knew for a fact that Sevika had done her research. “Shit.. Vika.. I… it’s too good..” You’d breath out, “S’fuckin’ good..”

You had found your new favourite position.

Hands gripping the sheets, you stare at the visibility of Sevika’s strap in you. You could see the way it went in and out, giving your flesh a bump. “Like seein’ it?” Your girlfriend huffed out, slapping your thighs before fucking you faster. “Yeah..” You nod, your moaned out answer a plead. “You’re fuckin’ filty for this cock, aren’t ya’?” She said, turning your pussy into a sex-toy with how rough she was drilling into it. The pressure was building up, heat pooling in your stomach as your body prepared for the release.

With the few final hammers, you let out a cry as your orgasm hit. Hands covering your face before sevika smacked ‘em away, your hips writhing and shaking at the intensity of your release. She enjoyed every second of your reaction. Furrowed brows, mouth open, eyes shut, cheeks a light red, and voice raspy from straining moans.

Holy fuck, that was probably the best sex you’d ever had.

Sliding out her cum-drenched strap, Sevika pulled your folds apart to see how much she’d streched you out. Your hole was ruined, completely owned by your girlfriend. Just as she liked it.

Body weary and sore, you gasped for air. Yeah, that was the definitely the last round. Head clouded and dizzy, you reach for your girlfriend as she pulled you against her chest with her prosthesis arm. The cool metal making your heated skin stand up with goosebumps. Grabbing a few extra-soft tissues, she wiped you clean. Shaking, you nuzzle into your girlfriend’s neck and breathed in that metallic, sweet smell of hers. You would always crave her smell when she was at work, even spraying some of her old cologne around the apartment to help with the loneliness. Eyes fluttering closed as you let your girlfriend clean you up, she rubbed your back with her flesh hand. Then, Sevika’s thick lips pressed loving and proud kisses on your shoulder and neck. Specifying going over the love-bites she’d left behind from earlier.

Your girlfriend was always good with aftercare, especially after ripping your pussy open, she knew you needed some time to cool down. Relax and regain your energy.

[cherrygirlfriend]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ what are friends for?

pairing: rafe x bsf!reader synopsis: rafe helps his best friend have her first orgasm with someone. warnings/tags: smut, oral (fem. receiving) wc: 700 a/n; i’m currently working on nerd!rafe fics so here’s a reposted fic!! originally posted 08/05/2024

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you and rafe were laid down on the floor of his living room, the rug tickling the back of your neck the room littered with red solo cups, empty bottles of booze, several of vases belonging to his stepmother in pieces around the room, music still playing faintly in the distance, but the only thing you could focus on was rafe's laughter as he laid on the floor next to yours.

"hey, it's not funny!" you exclaim, but the boy simply raised his brows amusedly, making you roll your eyes, "alright, it's a little bit funny."

"thirty seconds? seriously?" rafe laughs, and you smack him gently in his chest. "next you're gonna tell me he could never even make you come."

it was just a joke, but when he looked at you and saw the aloof look on your face as you stared at the ceiling, your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly avoiding looking at your best friend, rafe gasped, knowing that he just hit the nail on the head. "really? he never made you come?"

you sighed, and turned to your best friend, a teasing expression on your face, and you just knew you'd never hear the end of this. "alright, he never made me come. are you happy?" you scoffed, hoping he'd drop it, making rafe burst out in laughter, the pout on your face becoming more and more visible, "it's not funny..."

"okay, okay, i'll stop laughing." rafe said, and like he said, the laughter in his throat slowly dying down, "only if you answer one question." he said, his head now leaning against the palm of his hand as he watched you with interest.

"alright, what is it?" you asked exasperatedly, desperately wanting out of this situation.

"how many guys have been able to do that?"

you hid your face in your hands, but rafe simply took hold of your wrists, and pulled them away from your face, forcing you to look at him in the eyes as you bit down on your lower lip, not knowing if you should lie to him or just come out and tell him the truth.

"come on, i'm your best friend, you can tell me anything."

but when you quietly whispered the word "none," and stutteringly explained that you'd only been able to do it yourself, you could see a grin take over his lips, the one you'd known for the entirety of your life, the one that told you that rafe found something interesting, challenging, something to achieve, to conquer.

rafe swore it was just something that'd happen just once, that it wouldn't change your friendship, that it was normal. still, as his fingers slid in and out of you with ease due to the arousal gushing out of you, moans slipping out of your lips while your manicured fingers were holding onto his hair, it was feeling less and less like friendship, like the closer you got to your orgasm, the more intense it got.

"rafe..." you moaned when his soft lips wrapped around your clit, drawing sensations out of you that no other guy had before, ones you'd only managed to get yourself to feel, now much more electrified by the fact that it was him touching you.

"i'm just helping my best friend..." rafe said quietly against your clit, the vibrations of his words against the sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head back as you enjoyed every sensation his mouth and hands were giving you.

and when the electric feeling inside of your stomach finally spread throughout your body as if it had been set free, you were too naive to know just how much this would change your friendship, your moans far too loud for you to hear the little mumbles of "mine..." that your best friend was whispering against your cunt.

[nekoashiii]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Get out!

Pairings: Lads men x afab!reader part 1

Summary: Your 4 year old child, is fighting with their dad over you.

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Tag: @teewritessmth @animegamerfox @mimiu3usoft

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Zayne

Life with Dr. Zayne was always interesting, to say the least. As a renowned cardiac surgeon, your husband was the epitome of composure—calm under pressure, precise in everything he did, and a man of very few words. He wasn’t cold, not at all, but he had never been particularly good at expressing himself.

Neither was your four-year-old son, Elias.

Where other children were loud and expressive, Elias was quiet—watchful and reserved, much like his father. He rarely spoke in full sentences, preferring nods, small gestures, or simple actions to communicate his wants, And right now?

Right now, you were caught in the middle of a silent battle between the two.

Zayne, sitting on the couch beside you, reached out and lightly held your wrist, his way of silently reminding you that you were his wife first.

Elias, seated on your other side, scooted closer, grabbing your other hand and clutching it tightly.

Neither said a word.

You blinked between them, feeling the tension thickening. “Okay,” you sighed, rubbing your temple. “What is happening?”

Elias glanced at Zayne. Zayne met his son’s stare with an impassive gaze, sharp blue eyes unreadable.

It was an unspoken showdown.

Elias would get his Mama time.

Zayne would not be overthrown.

You would lose your mind.

“Zayne,” you exhaled, “you’ve been with me all day. Let Elias have some time.”

Zayne blinked. “I was at the hospital for fourteen hours.”

You frowned. “Okay, but before that—”

“I was sleeping.”

Elias suddenly gave you a tiny tug. See? He was saying. It’s my turn.

You sighed. “Alright, how about—”

But before you could finish, Elias abruptly stood up. His little hands patted Zayne’s knee—a quiet gesture.

Zayne raised a brow.

“…What?”

Elias pointed toward the kitchen. “Water.”

Zayne’s brows furrowed slightly, but after a moment, he stood up and headed toward the kitchen. “Alright,” he said simply.

The moment he was out of the room, Elias moved fast.

With a determined expression, he bolted toward the door, slammed it shut, and—click!

He locked it.

You stared in shock.

Elias calmly walked back over to you, climbed onto your lap, and curled into you like nothing had happened.

You heard a soft thud from the other side of the door.

“…Elias.” Zayne’s composed voice sounded from the hall. “Unlock the door.”

Silence.

“Elias.”

Your son nuzzled into your chest, looking completely content.

You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to laugh. “Elias,” you whispered, “that wasn’t very nice.”

Elias clung to you tighter.

“…I want Mama.”

You felt your heart melt a little.

A sigh came from behind the door. “Elias.”

Elias was completely unbothered.

“Elias,” Zayne repeated. “This is not how you solve problems.”

Elias blinked up at you, then whispered softly, “Worked.”

You snorted.

Zayne was silent for a long moment.

Then, he sighed. “Understood.”

Footsteps.

“…I’ll be in my office.”

Elias waited until the sound disappeared, then finally looked up at you, victorious.

You ruffled his dark hair. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

Elias nestled into you. “Mm.”

But you knew what that meant.

It was worth it.

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The twins were on a mission.

A very important mission. A mission that required stealth, patience, and strategy.

Objective: Get rid of Dad. Target: Xavier, high-ranked Hunter of the Hunter Association—a man feared and respected by his colleagues, and annoying to his four-year-old twins, Leo and Livia.

Why?

Because he was hogging their Mama.

Xavier, for all his reputation as a ruthless Wanderer hunter, was easygoing at home. Most of the time, he lounged on the couch, half-asleep, draped over you like a human-sized cat. The whole reason he did not quit his job was because he had you at the morning aswell, when you two left the house for work.

And the twins hated it.

“Mama should be ours,” Leo whispered to his sister as they peeked from behind the couch.

Livia nodded, her greenish-blue eyes gleaming with determination. “Dad needs to go.”

The two of them turned their heads, staring at the problem.

Xavier was sitting lazily on the couch, one arm wrapped around you, face buried in your shoulder, half-asleep as usual.

You were used to it by now. Your jealous of himself, touch-starved, sleepy husband clinging to you whenever he had a break? Completely normal.

But to the twins? Unacceptable.

Phase One: Distraction.

Livia moved first. She scurried forward, grabbing your hands. “Mama, I want hugs!”

Xavier lazily cracked an eye open. His grip tightened slightly.

“I’m hugging them right now,” he murmured.

Livia pouted. “Yeah, but I want my own.”

Xavier blinked slowly, looking half a second away from falling asleep again. “…I don’t see why we can’t share.”

Leo gave his sister a look. Plan A failed. Time for Plan B.

Phase Two: Use Dad’s Weakness Against Him.

Livia stepped forward, pulling on Xavier’s sleeve. “Dad.”

Xavier yawned, rubbing his eye. “Mm?”

“Mom’s hungry.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, no, I’m not—”

Xavier immediately sat up. “You should’ve said something earlier.”

Leo stayed perfectly calm. “You should cook dad. we all love it.”

Xavier stared at his son, silent for a long moment.

“…I should cook?”

Livia nodded furiously, her expression full of fake innocence. “Yeah, Mama loves when you cook! We love it too!”

You coughed, trying very hard not to laugh. That was a lie. The last time he cooked for the twins, a plate accidentally fell off the table and broke, and the food on the other plate mysteriously disappeared.

Xavier sucked at cooking.

Like, horribly.

The last time he cooked, he had somehow burned water. if that wasn't bad enough, he had melted the plastic off of pans you owned.

But, in his half-asleep state, he nodded. “Alright,” he muttered, standing up sluggishly. “I’ll make something.”

Mission Success.

As soon as Xavier disappeared into the kitchen, the twins latched onto you like leeches.

“Mamaaaa,” Livia whined, burying her face into your chest. “You were with Dad all day.”

Leo nodded seriously. “Unfair.”

You chuckled, ruffling their messy blond hair. “You two are too much.”

“Mama, I want all your hugs,” Livia grumbled.

“Me too,” Leo added.

You sighed, shaking your head. “You two are just like your dad.”

Just as the twins were about to settle in, the sound of something exploding came from the kitchen.

All three of you froze.

A moment later, Xavier walked back in, completely unfazed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“…I think I used the wrong burner.”

Leo and Livia groaned.

Mission Status: Failure.

I hope yall enjoyed this, I will write similar things to this in the future :)

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ok so i saw a tweet that made me feral, so here i am with a request

It was based on a still from Thunderbolts* with Bucky in the kitchen wearing the tank top, the person said he looked like a dad waiting for the baby bottles to sterilise,,,, so true

I was thinking about #that bucky joining reader in the kitchen after dinner and doing it for the first time after having their baby 😵‍💫

so sorry it’s taken me way longer to get to than planned. thanks for requesting 💌

EIGHT WEEKS. 18+

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc. 1407 warnings. 18+ only! quickie in the kitchen, pinv (but not much smut, my apologies. ive written so much porn lately i fear my brain may explode) mdni

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For the last near eight weeks, shitty diapers, vomit and fatigue had been all you and Bucky had known. The excessively late nights and nipple pain all being traced back to the sweet, beautiful tyrant of a daughter that you recently welcomed into the world.

And while you were both worse for wear and stretched incredibly thin with the new change of dynamics in the household, you wouldn’t have it any other way — motherhood a great look on you and fatherhood just as good a look on your lover. 

Like anything, it all took some getting used to: the stress, running on minimal sleep, intense blinding irritation, but it was all made easier with the great support system you call a husband. All of his attention and time being divided between his two girls. And with time, you began to feel like your old self again.

By now, it was late and it was like you were each too tired to sleep, each of you barely functioning as you work through the household jobs. 

Bucky’s at the kitchen counter, his time split between bottle sterilisation and the dishes, while you’re at the sofa’s, organising and piling the excessive amounts of baby grows and other laundry. Each of you doing jobs to lighten the giant load.

You stack the clean laundry in the basket and set it on your hip, using your free hand to drag the laundry hamper with you as you walk. You set it in your shared bedroom and meet Bucky back in the kitchen.

You stand beside him and rest your head on his shoulder, eyes closing as if to soak up the calm quiet. He presses a kiss to your temple and lays the side of his head atop yours, giving you a moment of attention while he focuses on the tasks at hand: carefully attaching bottles with lids so as not to contaminate the sterile vessel.

You wrap your arm around his back, snuggling into his side as you watch him. Whoever would have thought that the hands that were made for death and destruction could now be preparing bottles for your baby in a few rooms over. 

“Good news about the doctors today, huh?” 

He pauses and lifts his head from yours. So you turn and see his expression confused, brows furrowing.

“What news?” he asks, utterly perplexed.

“I texted you this morning,” you match his befuddled tone and reach into your robe pocket for your phone. “The doctor gave me the all clear. I told you about it as soon as I found out…” you mindlessly reiterate, eyes then beginning to narrow as you look at your screen. “Oh my god,” you whisper, and shake your head. “I never send it.”

“Is it bad news?” he questions, eyes softening slightly as they meet yours.

“God no, well… depends how you look at it,” you smile and turn your phone, showing him the screen.

He stills as he reads your unsent text, brows continuing to furrow. “What is that? Is that an eggplant?”

“Yep,” you nod.

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why is it there?”

“It’s supposed to be sexy,” you playfully frown.

“Sexy?”

“Yeah,” you nod, pointing to the emoji beside the eggplant one. “See, the peach.”

“I don’t understand,” his head shakes, eyes flickering between you and your phone.

You inhale and close your eyes. “Okay, alright,” you focus on him. “I saw my doctor today, and she gave me the all clear…” you pause, watching the connections slowly being made in his tired blue eyes.

“So we can have sex?”

“So we can have sex,” you repeat, mirroring his tone and expression. 

Part of you questioned whether you should wait until the weekend, wait until you’ve dropped your daughter off with your family. It had been a long time since you’ve been properly fulfilled by your husband, everything but full penetrative sex to suffice during your weeks of healing. 

So this was quite the confliction.

You give it a moment's thought and meet his eyes again.  “Are you tired?” you ask.

“Are you?” he deflects and returns the question, wanting to hear what you have to say before he answers for himself.

“I mean…” you shrug your shoulders. “Yeah, very. But… a quickie can’t hurt, right?”

“Who doesn’t love a quickie?” 

“Exactly,” you smile and turn so your back is against the counter. You lift yourself up onto it, sitting on the edge with your feet dangling down.

He moves to stand between your knees and settles his hands beside yours. “And then this weekend…” he pauses and itches forward, lips ghosting yours briefly. “I can take you up to the lake…” he presses a slow lengthy kiss to your lips.

“Yeah…” you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him again. “What else?”

He pretends to give it some thought but the plan was already extensively created in his head. “I can make us some dinner,” he begins to list and reaches for the bow of your robe, tugging on it gently. “We can go for a walk around the woods, maybe collect some firewood. Sit on the deck and watch the sun go down.”

You drop your hands from around his neck and move to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, fingers mindlessly slipping into the top. You reach down the front and begin palming over his cock, eyes focused on his as you listen.

“Mhm-hm,” you prompt, eager to hear more.

“Well,” he pauses and reaches into the elastic of your underwear. “We can sit in the cabin, maybe have some wine by the fire…” he starts, voice drawing to a whisper, speech halting when he leans in to kiss you again. But he doesn’t continue on with his plan. Instead he grows quiet, quite like he was wanting to reserve the more intimate moments for a surprise. 

And so he slips your underwear down your thighs, the lifting of your ass from the counter aiding the removal. He watches the fabric drag across your skin, the material grazing flesh until it gets caught between your knees. You feel the resistance and lift a knee, letting the underwear fall from one leg and down the length of the other.

The hand you had tucked down the front of his boxers moves back up to the waistband, fingers resuming their prior finnicking into the elastic. You drop your hand from around his neck and join the one at the top of his pyjama bottoms — both of them hastily yanking on the fabric. 

Bucky helps, moving his hands from your underwear to his own. He gives both garments a heavy tug, each catching around the swell of his thighs — revealing just enough of himself as required.

He spits into his palm and smears it messily over his dick. You both watch the lewd display between you, eyes transfixed on the slight twitching of him, cock growing hard under his touch. 

Guiding himself closer he smacks his head against your cunt. The little slaps an attempt to speeden up his erection. 

He holds himself within his left, metal hand and spits once again into the palm of his other, only this time he smears it over your pussy — a makeshift lube saving you both a trip to the bedroom. 

Lining up with you, he teases at your entrance briefly, quite like he was refamiliarising you with the contact of his cock and himself with your cunt once again. He sinks into you slowly and both of your faces contort, the feeling of sheer, unadulterated, lustrous bliss growing with each passing inch.

Your arms wrap around him as if you’re in dire need of his touch, your hands squeezing tightly around his bank. And with the close contact, his forehead falls to press against yours, bodies close as you both delve into the bliss of what got you your daughter in the first place. 

Although this brief, fatigued session was about to reopen a massive can of worms for your sex life, it was clear that this time it may have to be cut short — the long awaited sensations could not quite be replicated by one to the other meant things tonight were bound to end prematurely. 

And so this little session might just have to serve as an appetiser, a taster for the weekend to come when you both finally get around to rekindling things properly in the bedroom.

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TREND: CALLING MY BOYFRIEND'S BROTHERS * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where Y/N and Matt do the TikTok trend 'calling my boyfriend's brothers to see if they would cover for him'.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

"Okay, ready?" Matt asked, lifting his thumb above the screen as he hovered over the red circle inside the TikTok app.

They were both sat on her bed, Matt’s socked feet crossing over hers at the foot of the off-white comforter covered mattress, her shoulder leaning into his comfortably. The phone was perched at arm's length, front camera facing them, perfectly angled to catch both of their faces.

Y/N adjusted herself slightly so she was fully in the frame, brushing her hair behind her ear so her face was fully seen.

"Yeah." She nod. Matt tapped the screen, and a countdown blinked.

3... 2... 1...

As soon as the camera started recording, Y/N turned to it with an excited smile.

"Hi! So, I’m about to call Matt’s brothers, Chris and Nick, and pretend that Matt told me he was going to them a few hours ago. But he’s obviously right here, so we’re gonna see if they cover for him or not." She said rapidly, her words tumbling over each other.

Matt leaned into the frame with a nod.

"Try Chris first." He said, eyes glinting with anticipation.

Y/N turned her head to give him a raised eyebrow. She held the expression for the camera, too, before letting a crooked smile slip as she looked down at her own phone, her fingers already scrolling her favorites list.

"Alright." She muttered, finding Chris’s contact and selecting it. She pressed the speaker and quickly moved her phone closer to Matt’s so his phone could catch all the audio.

The dial tone filled the room, ringing for some seconds.

Matt tilted his head, whispering.

"He’s not gonna answer. Watch. I bet he’s like passed out or somethi-"

But before he could finish that sentence, the ringing stopped.

"Hello?" Chris’s voice came through, slightly raspy like he had indeed just woken up.

Matt’s lips snapped shut. He stared at her phone, frozen.

Y/N’s voice was suddenly sugar-sweet.

"Hey, it’s Y/N."

"Yeah, I know it’s you." Chris replied instantly, with the most guy best friend-coded dry tone ever. "What do you want?"

Y/N’s shoulders shook with a held-in laugh.

"Matt left my place a few hours ago, said he was going back home, but he’s not picking up his phone, so I just wanted to check..." She started, trying to keep her voice casual. "Is he there?"

The other end of the line went quiet.

Matt leaned forward like he was about to climb through the speaker. His eyebrows raised as the silence dragged.

"He said he was coming home?"

Y/N widened her eyes at Matt, giving a subtle nod to her phone.

"Yeah. Like two hours ago."

"Oh... yeah." Chris said, and Y/N's mouth dropped open. "Yeah, he is. He got here like a little while ago. We were actually thinking of streaming soon."

Matt whipped his head to look at Y/N, then to her phone, then back to her. He looked surprised that Chris would actually cover for him but was afraid of Y/N's reaction at the same time.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Oh, okay, cool. Could you pass him the phone real quick? I just need to talk to him for a sec."

There was a beat.

"Uhh... I think he’s sleeping." Chris said, voice feigning uncertainty. "He just went to his room."

Matt pressed his lips in a thin line, his whole body trembling as he tried not to burst into laughter. His knees came up instinctively, curling in as he looked at Y/N.

Chris was a terrible liar.

How could they be planning to stream if he 'just went to his room'?

Y/N tilted her head at the phone.

"Oh. Hm. Could you wake him up? It’s kind of important."

Another pause.

She raised her brows and slowly turned her head to Matt with eyes that screamed 'he’s about to give up'. But instead, Chris's voice returned, smooth as butter.

"Yeah, hold on. I can do that. Gimme a sec."

The faint sound of rustling blankets and a bed creaking came through the speaker, as if Chris had actually gotten up.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut, shoulders bouncing as he laughed into his hand, trying desperately not to let a sound, the phone in his hand shaking with his movements.

Y/N looked at the camera, then back at her phone when more sounds kept echoing from it.

Thump.

Rustle.

Creak.

The sound of a bedroom door opening. Then faint, echoing footsteps down a hallway.

Thump-thump.

Thump.

Stairs?

"No way." Y/N whispered, jaw slowly dropping. Her hand hovered over her mouth, eyes wide in absolute disbelief as her phone blared the unmistakable sound of Chris stomping upstairs. "There’s no way he’s actually going to your room."

Matt was frozen next to her, frowning while trying to control his breathing from his laughter.

Then, click.

A door opened.

And a light switch flicked.

Y/N let out a little gasp, turning to Matt, mouth half-open in shock.

"Did he just-?"

Matt’s eyes traveled to her from her phone screen.

"I think so."

And then, Chris’s voice came through again. Muffled at first, like he was calling into the void.

"Matt? Matt!"

Y/N’s hand flew to her screen, muting her side of the call so fast it nearly slipped from her grip.

"Oh my god." She blurted out in a loud laugh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "He’s actually trying to wake you up."

Matt, beside her, laughed just as hard, shaking his head in disbelief, his phone wobbling in his hand as it continued to record.

Chris didn’t stop.

"Matt, wake up."

"Wake the fuck up, Matt."

"C’mon, dude. Your girl wants to talk to you."

Y/N slapped a hand over her face, muffling her laughter against her palm so it wouldn't disturb the call audio. Matt leaned his head back, lips trembling, hand on his stomach like he was in physical pain.

"Thank you for muting it." Matt muttered, so only Y/N could hear him. "I would’ve choked if I had to hold back any longer."

Y/N’s nodded, silent tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She was trying so hard to be respectful of the bit, but it was a losing battle.

And then Chris’s voice echoed louder, like he was back to talking to Y/N - and not "Matt" -, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Y/N, I don’t know what you gave to him." He said in complete deadpan. "But he won't wake up for anything. You put him in a coma or something."

Y/N took a deep breath, biting her lip so hard it actually hurt. She unmuted her phone with a shaky thumb, still snorting between breaths.

"He isn’t waking up?" She asked, voice cracking with the effort to sound normal.

Chris didn’t even hesitate.

"No. I literally shook him. I yelled in his ear. He didn’t even move. I’m not even sure he’s breathing, bro."

Matt, curled up beside her, let out a strangled squeak as he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, laughing so hard but still trying to keep it quiet.

Y/N’s lip wobbled from trying to suppress a smile.

"Alright, well- uh... can you tell him to call me when he wakes up?"

"Yeah, yeah." Chris said like he was already on his way back downstairs. "I’ll try again in a few, or I’ll text you. He’s probably just dead tired. I gotchu."

"Thanks, Chris." Y/N managed to say through clenched teeth.

"Mhmm. Talk soon."

Click.

Y/N dropped the phone onto the bed like it had burned her. She didn’t even have time to recover before Matt’s phone started vibrating in his hand while it was still recording.

Chris.

Y/N and Matt made eye contact, stunned for half a second before the hysterical laughter burst out of both of them simultaneously.

"He's calling me." Matt said to the camera, voice raspy from laughing too hard.

Y/N leaned closer to Matt, cheeks still warm from all the laughter, her voice slightly breathless as she spoke directly into the front lens.

"Alright. Time for Nick. But I’m gonna switch it up a bit ‘cause he’s at the Space Camp office today for some meetings, so if I say you were supposed to meet him there, he won’t be as suspicious."

Matt, leaning back on one elbow with a squint in his eye, let out a low hum.

"Bold of you to assume Nick’s gonna cover for me. You know we’re not the glue here."

Y/N gave him an innocent glance.

"What do you mean?"

He smirked and gestured vaguely at her face.

"You and Nick are like, glued together. He’s obsessed with you. He’s gonna throw me under the bus faster than you can say lip balm."

Y/N dramatically rolled her eyes.

"You’re just scared."

Matt made a pfft sound.

"Yeah, right."

With that, Y/N pulled her phone back up, scrolling through her contacts until Nick’s name popped up, paired with about seven different sparkly emojis and a shooting star. She grinned, tapped 'call', set it on speaker, and moved her phone next to Matt’s again.

It didn’t even ring twice.

"Hey, queen!" Nick’s voice chirped through the speaker, a little too loud and echoey from what was clearly a busy office.

You could faintly hear a door closing, chairs scraping, and someone saying 'That’s not the right shade for the summer launch' in the background.

Y/N’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Nick! Hi!"

Matt groaned and covered his face with his free hand. Y/N slapped his thigh to shut him up, trying not to laugh.

"Um, I’m so sorry to bother you at office day." She continued, letting her voice take on the sweet, clueless tone. "But Matt left my apartment a few hours ago and said he was coming to your office? To help out with the Space Camp shoot or something? He’s not answering his phone, and I was just wondering if he made it to you okay."

There was silence on the line.

Y/N’s smile grew slow and devilish as she waited.

"... He said he was coming here?" Nick asked, his tone completely suspicious, laced with genuine confusion.

Matt pressed his lips in a thin line. Nick would kill him.

Y/N nodded.

"Yeah." She replied sweetly. "He said he was gonna help you take some pictures?"

There was another half-second pause.

"That little bitch."

Y/N choked, slapping her free hand over her mouth so fast she nearly knocked her phone off the bed. Her shoulders shook violently as she turned wide eyes on Matt, who looked deeply offended.

"I told you!" Matt mouthed, pointing at her with a betrayed look.

Nick continued, completely unaware of the chaos he’d caused on the other end of the line.

"No. No, queen. He did not come here. He never told me he was coming here. I even asked him this morning if he could pick me up after the shoot, and he had the audacity to say no because he was spending the day at your place." He sounded like he was pacing now.

Matt’s hand was now covering both his eyes, shaking his head.

Y/N slowly lowered her own hand, trying to breathe.

"Wait... so he’s not there?"

"No!" Nick practically yelled. "He hasn’t even stepped foot into this building today. This man lied to your face. He betrayed my trust. And he skipped being my chauffeur."

Y/N sent a pointed look to Matt. She always told him to pick Nick up if he asked for it, or at least make Chris do it.

Matt squinted at her, whispering as lowly as possible so Nick wouldn't hear.

"Don’t you dare side with him. He called me a bitch."

Nick continued on the other side of the phone.

"Did you try calling Chris? Maybe Matt went home. You didn’t check with him?"

Y/N let out the most exaggerated sigh, forcing her brows to furrow and her voice to drop.

"No... no, I haven’t. I-I just figured if he said he was with you, then..."

Matt raised his eyebrows at her acting, but she waved him off.

"Oh, sweetheart." Nick said gently, his entire tone doing a 180. You could hear the pout forming on his lips. "Hey. Listen to me. I’ll try calling him, okay? Both Matt and Chris. I swear, if that little fucker is playing hide and seak, I’ll find him. But I promise you he wouldn’t do anything wrong."

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a smile and nodded seriously like she was actually worried Matt had evaporated into thin air.

"Okay. Please, just let me know as soon as you find out anything?"

"Of course." Nick replied immediately. "I’ll call you the second I get anything. And if he doesn’t pick up my calls, I’m going to kill him myself."

Matt raised an unimpressed brow and muttered a low 'Charming', rolling his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his head.

Y/N beamed.

"Thanks, Nick. Oh, and when the shoot’s done, lemme know, and I’ll come get you, okay?"

Nick gasped dramatically.

"You’re the best. See, Matt could never. Love you, queen."

"Love you more." Y/N chimed before tapping the screen to end the call.

As soon as the line disconnected, she turned slowly to Matt with a look that could only be described as smug. Chin high, eyes gleaming, she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

"Nick passed." She announced. "He would never lie to me. Not even to save your sorry little ass."

Matt raised both brows in surrender and shrugged, looking toward his still-recording phone.

"I told you he wouldn’t cover for me. That man would rat me out to the FBI if it meant you’d still do his nails next week."

Y/N smirked, reaching over to grab one of her throw pillows and hugging it to her chest, feeling victorious.

"And for the record, yeah, Nick really would beat the shit outta me if I ghosted you for two hours-"

His words were interrupted by a soft chime echoing from Matt’s phone. At the top of the screen, a message banner rolled in from their shared triplet group chat.

Nick:

@Matt WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Y/N froze.

Matt blinked once, twice, then turned slowly toward Y/N.

"Well, he said he would chase you down, so..." Y/N shrugged, smiling.

RING RING.

The phone echoed into a vibrating buzzing. It was Nick. Calling Matt. Y/N’s phone started ringing two seconds later, and Y/N's eyes were quick to meet the caller ID, Chris. Now he wanted answers, too.

Matt stared at the double call screens with dead eyes.

"I have never regretted anything faster in my life."

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