#the way she would scoot her front feet on cue in a way that i could NEVER even TRY to teach another dog

[sidetongue]

covered in mud

[russellsppttemplates]

Reader being self conscious with her body after having her and Charles last baby (i forgot his name im so so so sorry!) and Charles, Herve and Amelie just like complimenting her and not understanding how good it makes her feel

Note: don't worry, there are so many kids in this blog, even I have to go and check paddock daycare once in a while!

Cw: reader's insecurity about her postpartum body

You sometimes wondered if Charles noticed all the ways your body changed to accommodate motherhood, especially now having had your third baby. But then you were easily showered with compliments from everyone around you, and you swore Charles, Hervé and Amélie were having a competition on who could give you the most compliments.

"Mama! You look so pretty!", Amélie said, hugging your legs as you prepared your water bottle so you could feed baby Thomas once you sat down, "thank you, ma belle, the hairstyle papa did on you is very pretty, too", you replied.

"Papa! Have you seen mama today? She has a new dress!", Hervé pointed out as you joined the boys in the living room, "This is an old one actually, I've had it since you were a baby, Hervé", you reasoned, suddenly feeling shy with all eyes on you and also feeling a little more beautiful.

The warm temperatures called for a day outside in the pool, the kid excited to have Thomas spend a little bit of time in the water even if Charles just wet his feet since he was only a couple of weeks old, "you're not getting in, mama?", Hervé asked, "your swimsuit makes you look like a princess".

Just on cue, Thomas started crying, recognising it was his hungry cry, "I'm afraid Thomas needs me, I'll swim later", you said as Charles helped you grab Thomas so you could go and feed him.

Your little boy ended up falling asleep on your chest, milk drunk against your skin that was exposed from the neckline of the swimsuit, all while Amélie got out of the pool, wrapping herself in the towel and having Hervé follow suit once Charles mentioned snack time.

"You're so comfy to sleep on, mama", Amélie whispered as she climbed on you after you assured her it would be fine, grasping some of the fabric of your cover up and leaving your hips exposed, the stretch marks fully on show as you thought about all of it. Your body was all of your three kids' first home, providing them comfort, warmth and safety, and now that they were out, you were still those exact same things for them. And they loved you no matter what.

"Do you have room for me?", Hervé asked as he stepped closer to the sun lounger, "Come here, amour", you said as you patted your side, having Hervé cuddle up to you and resting his hand on your tummy mindlessly, sighing happily.

A few moments later, Charles stepped outside, taking the scene in front of him in and laughing loudly, "I don't suppose there's space for me on there, hm?", he smiled.

"I think we can make some room", you said, adjusting your position so Charles could lay closer to your thighs, "maybe there?", you giggled, seeing him happily scoot closer to your and intertwining your legs.

"Don't laugh, amour, I want to touch you too!", Charles said as he achieved what he wanted while his hand squeezed your thigh, "it's not my fault you are such an amazing mama and that we all want a little bit of you!", he chuckled, kissing your temple.

"You really think so?", you wondered, "this is all you, amour, how kind, amazing and great you are - why do you think I'm nearly fighting Hervé for this?", he said as the little boy kept inching closer to you, "she's my mama, you should've gotten her first", your oldest son said before Amélie let out "I agree", making him shake his head as he smiled, "thing is I did get here first, actually, like years before all of them", he chuckled.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[icedroplove]

Gruvia Week

Day 1 - Laughter

The sight of Natsu flying over the guildhall was the first thing Juvia came across as soon as she entered Fairy tail that morning. Following that scene, her eyes focused on a very angry Lucy, tears popping out in the corner of her eyes. Her cheeks were red and her hair all messed up. From those few elements, Juvia concluded two things:

Natsu had just been Lucy-kicked.

This would be like any other day at the guild.

She walked to the bar, jumping over her friend’s body on the way, and said hello to MIra. While she waited for her breakfast, the missing pieces of the puzzle started falling into place.

“Yo, Luce, I was just playing along!”

“You cheated!”

“No, I didn’t!

As the pair bickered, Juvia grabbed her plate and approached the table where her Gray-sama was seated. He noticed her and scooted over, making space so she could sit. 

“Good morning, Gray-sama!”

“Hey, Juvia.” He smiled. Before she could ask him if he had slept well that night and if he would like to take a job later, Natsu ran to them.

“Juvia, Ice prick, help me out!”

“Lucy’s right, you know. Tickling is against the rules.” Gray answered without hesitating.

That comment didn’t settle the debate as the fire mage alleged Gray was biased. He turned to Juvia and demanded her input as well. The problem was, Juvia didn’t know what game they were playing.

As if on cue, Cana appeared behind her.

“We were seeing who could keep a straight face the longest while the others try making them laugh. Lucy was doing good, considering Natsu’s face is kinda funny to stare at, but he broke the rules and tickled her. That Lucy kick was totally earned.”

“Oh.” Juvia understood what was going on now. “Well, Lucy-san is right.”

With everyone against him, the poor fire mage had no choice but to accept his defeat. He sat cross-legged and held the most dramatic pout until the group decided that it was Gray’s turn with the challenge. 

“Ready?” Cana asked with a wicked grin.

“Write my words, I’m gonna make the highest score. You guys aren’t funny enough to beat my poker face.”

3...2...1...

Natsu and Lucy stood close to him, their faces contorted in the most creative and weird ways asGray stared blankly into the wall. He’d be a fool if he didn’t use his best tactic for when he needed to forget there were people around him: dissociating.

“Yo, can he do that? I’m pretty sure that is against the rules.”

“It’s not my fault that you don’t use your brain, Natsu.” 

“You know what? I’m done. I’m gonna fart on your face and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

With that, Natsu got up and got into position, turning his butt right to Gray’s nose. Juvia - who had been just observing the mess until that point - got up with determination. She couldn’t let that happen to her darling! With determination and a feral look, she got on her feet and shoved Natsu to the side.

“Juvia will never allow anyone to fart on Gray-sama’s precious face!”

They all looked at her for a moment, in a deafening silence. Juvia kept her defensive pose in front of her beloved, like a knight in shining armor ready to save his damsel in distress. Lucy was still incredulous, Cana had tears in her eyes from holding her laugh and Natsu… well Natsu had been pushed with so much force that he had been knocked down for the second time on that day. However, the first audible reaction was a strangled wheeze from behind Juvia. She turned around to see her beloved with teary eyes almost popping out from the face, cheeks red and mouth in a thin line.

“Gray-sama, are you alright?” She hurried to his feet to check what was wrong with him.

That set him off. 

Gray scrunched over himself, holding his stomach while he laughed loudly. With that, Lucy and Cana followed suit. Juvia looked around, not understanding what was so funny.

“Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real, Juv!” Cana wrapped one arm around her and kissed her cheek. “Fireboy and watergirl totally finished you, Gray! And the funniest part is, your score was the lowest. Lucy, me and you have a tie for first place! That calls for a victors kiss, don’t you think?”

As Cana playfully tried to get a peck from a still cackling Lucy, Juvia started to wonder if she said something wrong. Inadequacy, missing social cues… this was no news for the water mage. Of course, her friends never judged her, they knew there was always a good intention behind it. However, sometimes it felt like everyone was playing a game so complicated no matter how hard she studied the rules, her pawn was always ten spaces behind.

“Perhaps Natsu-san was being sarcastic?” Juvia muttered to herself.

“Definitely not.” She jumped in her place, feeling a warm hand on her back. “And let me tell you, if that bastard farted right on my nose, I’d have freezed his butt and ended the game right there.” 

“Juvia feels sorry for making her beloved lose…” 

“Not worried at all. Sure, I’ll have to live for a while with that shameful last place haunting me, but this?” He pointed at Natsu, who was starting to regain consciousness. “Priceless.”

“Ah…” This still didn’t settle her discomfort and he noticed it.

“Look at me, Juvia.” Gray took her hand, waiting until she glanced at him to keep talking. “Don’t worry about it, okay? We weren’t laughing at your expense, especially not me. I like your unusual way of speaking. Actually, that’s one of the most lovable things about you.”

Juvia felt so overwhelmed from the touch of his hand and the reassurance his words brought that it took her a long moment to absorb his last sentence.

One of the most lovable things about you.

Most lovable. You.

Did he really mean that? There were many things he found lovable about her? Also, using the words love and you in the same sentence... She suddenly felt like fainting and that was when Gray noticed the implications of what he said.

Oh. 

They weren’t dating. Heck, they didn’t even kiss! Well, he was pretty sure she noticed the change in his demeanor towards her and her display of affection, but he didn’t exactly do anything significant of changing their status from friends to… whatever came after that.

“Uh, I mean…” Gray felt heat in his cheeks as he tried to think of something to say. 

A freshly recovered Natsu came to rescue.

“Juvia! Your turn!” He called and made her sit, completely oblivious to the situation he interrupted. Juvia was still a bit airy and her magic almost made Natsu’s hand go right through her at one specific moment, but this distraction seemed to be good for their recovery.

“You have one minute to prepare.” Lucy warned, already setting her counter. 

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to numb her thoughts. She was a competitive girl, actually, and she had an idea of what she could do to help her.

3…2…1…

“Start!”

With a total of five minutes and twenty four seconds, Juvia achieved first place. Everyone was surprised, after all, Juvia felt everything with such intensity they thought it would be easy to get a giggle out of her. However, they weren’t counting that she had a more powerful tool: her mind.

No, she didn’t need to dissociate or think of sad things. The only thing she needed to do was, for five minutes and twenty four seconds, think and act like she was a stone-faced person who thought everything was sad and dull. Her subject of  study? Not Gajeel, not Laxus.

Her old self.

-x-

Later that day, Juvia cornered Gray to reclaim her prize. According to her, it was fair that the last place would be the one to give it to her. He didn’t give much thought into it, asking what she wanted from him.

A wide grin creeped through her face as she proclaimed:

“Tell Juvia everything Gray-sama finds lovable about her.”

[rafescoke]

i’m sooo obsessed with your entire page holy moly. if you’re taking requests can i get kinda an angst one where the reader is with jj and finds out him and kie have been doing stuff behind her back, and the rest of the group knew the whole time? so she ends up getting close to rafe and hanging out with his friends so it eventually ends up with rafe x reader??? sorry that’s so long lol pls never stop writing, i love your fics too much <3

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

#Part 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her 

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

p.s, my request box is always open! Send random ideas and I’ll turn them into a fic <33

p.p.s, so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started. 

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily. 

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything. 

“Pope?” 

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party. 

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.” 

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station.  (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way. 

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her? 

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill. 

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode. 

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her. 

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor. 

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text? 

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly - 

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?” 

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window. 

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door. 

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like  (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him. 

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau. 

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts. 

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

-

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[miekasa]

any dad!levi hcs for father’s day today🥺🤲🏽

Absolutely!! I’ll do this I guess using the kids I have for him in my parent au? If you’ve read that, you know about Holden, but there are two more so prepare to meet them :’) happy father’s day to Levi <33

To begin with, you guys would plan to have your kids (to the best of your abilities; you were intentionally trying to have kids at a time when you both knew you were ready for them. 

Although accidents to do happen, and Levi would welcome an unplanned child all the same; that being said, if you’re both want a family, you would have discussed it beforehand (which is to a degree, is a lot about mental preparation for himself). 

In his perfect world, he’d have two daughters. They’d be equal parts him and you, and they’d be quiet and curious and lovely and life would be good. He’d spend his days with you and his two tiny daughters, raising his little family and doing all he could for his favorite girls. 

So, naturally, he does get two daughters, but also a son in between; and the latter two kids are far from easy in their own unique ways lmfao 

You might have already met Holden, and she’s the oldest in my dad Levi au, and the most like him. Levi’s dark hair, his grey eyes, his overall unimpressed visage, his knack for cleanliness and organization—down to the way she holds her sippy cups, she’s damn near Levi’s doppleganger. 

Holden is somewhere between 3.5-4 years old before you have your second kid, and in that time is when Levi confirms he thinks he was cut out to be a certified Girl Dad. 

Both Levi and Holden take quality father-daughter time very seriously. It’s impossible to change plans once they’re set: “Daddy, you promised we would go to the famer’s market on Sunday. You pinky promised.” And Levi wouldn’t dare break a pinky promise, so he makes time for it. 

Levi doesn’t play favorites with his kids, but there is something special about Holden as his first born. He’s constantly in awe of just how much she resembles him. Four years into raising her and it’s still hard to wrap his head around. 

Much to his chagrin, Hange and Eren are Holden’s favorite adults. Maybe Levi understands the admiration for Hange, but Eren... come on, Holden, you’re breaking his heart at that point. 

It’s almost out of character for your daughter to be so openly affectionate about someone outside of your immediate family, but she really loves having Eren as a babysitter; and you know she’s playing favorites, because she remains neutral on Armin, even though he and Eren always babysit as a duo. 

She doesn’t have a favorite grandparent, but Kenny spoils her the most. Levi tells him he shouldn’t, but when has Kenny ever listened to Levi. The man isn’t a fan of kids, but he thinks yours and Levi’s are pretty cool, and Holden is about the coolest 4 year old he could ever meet. 

When she was learning to walk, Levi’s favorite thing was holding her little hand and guiding her around. Even now, when she can stand perfectly fine on her own two feet, Levi loves it when she reaches for his hand; Holden is a pretty independent kid, even at 4 years old, so Levi never takes affection from her for granted. 

They’re best friends and Holden goes everywhere with him. Their favorite father-daughter activity is going to the grocery store, and Levi lets Holden point to and assess her favorite fruits and veggies while she sits happily in the shopping cart. 

Sometimes there are other parents struggling with a kid throwing a temper tantrum. Levi simply clicks his teeth, while Holden shakes her little head. “That’s pretty embarassing, daddy,” she says, looking at the poor parent with an unamused glare that rivals Levi’s. He nods and pushes the cart past the scene, “Tell me about it, kid.” 

Your second kid is a boy, and he looks more like you than Levi, but manages to have Levi’s signature hair color and pout when things aren’t going his way.

He comes as a shock to both you and Levi, because after your ultrasound, you were told you were having another girl. Turns out, they’d accidentally mixed up your files, and you were having a boy instead, which you do not find out until your mid-term check up a few months later. Cue Levi buffering like an old computer. 

Kiaan is welcomed all the same, even tho Levi is still in disbelief; he was mentally preparing to have another daughter on his hands. He puts more pressure on himself with his son; not that he wasn’t trying his best to be a parent to Holden, but any insecurities he might have about being a good come out when your son is born, because Levi has no “man of the house” example to follow from. 

You reassure him that your son will turn out to be just fine, and raising him the way you raised Holden, and would have raised another daughter is perfectly acceptable. Of course Levi rises to the occasion after the initial shock; he’s determined to be the dad to his son that he never had. 

Where Holden is more reserved, Kiaan likes to talk and babble about anything whenever and wherever he can, to whoever is around. It’s not uncommon for you or Levi to find your son completely entertained by telling a story out loud to himself while playing with his toys.

Loves to rope Levi into making his toys interact and have “conversations” with each other, and Kiaan genuinely thinks his dad is hilarious, even if he doesn’t completely understand what he’s saying. It always makes Levi smile to hear Kiaan try and copy the bass and tone of his voice when he’s mocking him. 

Kiaan loves messing with his dad, and Levi’s all talk, so of course he lets him. He’ll be on a Zoom meeting for work, and Kiaan will be sat in his lap, running little toy cars across the desk in front of him, or tugging on Levi’s hair, and Levi just lets him. It makes quite the cute sight, and Hange has definitely taken a few screen recordings. 

That being said, your son is more of a mama’s boy than anything. Kiaan loves messing with Levi, but if you’re in the room, there’s a 95% chance he’ll be on your lap or at your side shadowing whatever you’re doing. 

Kiaan is a universal copycat tho, so whatever you, Levi, or Holden say or do, he tries for himself. This makes him especially susceptible to repeating Levi’s foul language and bad habits than Holden. (“Kiaan, you can’t sleep on the chair, it’s not good for your back.” “But daddy sleeps on the chairs sometimes!” “...Alright kid, you got me there.”) 

He’s a very loving kid with his words, too, always thanking people and proclaiming his love, so he doesn’t exactly have a “favorite” adult or babysitter, but he does get particularly excited when Erwin or Farlan come around. He feels especially tall when Erwin lets him sit on his shoulders, and Farlan always entertains his story-telling. 

He’s a sucker for his grandma though, and gives Kuchel a million kisses whenever she comes around. Does not let go over her for the entire time she’s over at your house, and will sit on her lap throughout dinner. 

The most affectionate child, so where Holden only likes holding hands, Kiaan loves cuddling with you and Levi, and likes to be held whenever possible. Levi spoils him a little too much, and more often than not, if you’re walking outside for more than two hours, Kiaan will end up on Levi’s shoulders or in your arms. 

Your last kid is another girl, and, yeah she’s just a baby no older than a few months, but Levi can’t help but think she’s especially tiny, and he can’t help but to look at her and hold her whenever possible. Your baby girl also leaves Levi a little dumbstruck because she manages to look like a combination of you and his mother. 

As she grows, it becomes apparent that you’ve got another daddy’s girl on your hands. Doesn’t matter if you’re literally breast feeding her, Aria will throw a tantrum if she’s separated from Levi for more than an hour. 

The good news is, her sleep cycle is as irregular as Levi’s, so he’s got someone to keep him company when everyone else has gone to bed for the evening. Unfortunately, this also means Aria naps a lot during the day, which leaves Levi a little bored since Holden is old enough to be in school full-time, and Kiaan is gone for at least a portion of the day. 

So, he would never tell you, but sometimes he wakes Aria up from her naps just a little bit early to spend more time with her (and cure his boredom). Having an infant trying to grab at his hair with her ravioli sized baby fists while he tries to cook lunch certainly makes the task more difficult, but it also adds welcomed color to his day.

You and Levi have to hold Aria constantly when she’s awake or else she’ll cry (although, if you leave her in the arms of her siblings, she does settle down, too); that, or she’ll find her tiny baby hands somewhere they shouldn’t be. Like dipped in a jar of strawberry jam. Or peanut butter. Or both. 

Levi talks to his kids like he would any other adult, so it’s not uncommon to find him brewing tea with a baby strapped to his chest, narrating the steps to good tea-making out loud to her for her to hear. He swears she can understand him, and he attributes Holden and Kiaan’s growing vocabularies, and the early ages at which they started speaking to this. 

Aria will be in her little chest strap thing while Levi’s cooking dinner, and he’ll look down at her like, “Alright, we’re gonna julienne your carrots today. Yesterday we cubed them, but you’ve got grabby hands, so this will give you more room to work with.”

Kiaan loves holding Aria and honestly just being around her, and you and Levi think it’s adorable how he loves to play with her, and how he knows to be gentle with her. He shares a room with her, and loves sharing his bedtime story times, so you or Levi will read them to sleep together. 

Holden isn’t crazy about babies, but she’s a good older sister, and Aria seems to be obsessed with her. She crawls and scoots towards her if given the opportunity, and Holden will always look to you or Levi before attempting to hold or lift her up, as if asking permission. She’ll pat Aria’s head to get her to stop crying, or let her play with her hands. 

Levi thinks one of the best parts about being a dad is seeing the different dynamics and relationships between your kids. Holden isn’t most physically or verbally affectionate, but she’s still compassionate, and Kiaan looks up to her; and Kiaan is the perfect middle ground, knowing when it’s appropriate to bother (affectionate) Holden, and when to give her space, and curiously hovers around his baby sister, too. 

[f1nalboys]

The Both of Us? - Bday Fic for Sunny <3

happy birthday to my beloved @polyghostfacehours !!! i hope today is amazing!!!

Poly!Ghostface x Sunny

WORD COUNT: 1647

WARNINGS: afab!fem!reader (sunny), friends to lovers, oral (fem recieving), fingering, dirty talk and degradation, one scene could be taken as dub-con but i didn’t write it with that intent

You’ve known Billy and Stu for years and you’d consider them your best friends. They had been there for you during your lowest moments, acting as a shoulder to cry on, and celebrating the better moments each time. The two of them knew you better than yourself if you were being perfectly honest, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, being here, legs thrown over Stu’s and your head on Billy’s lap, was a common occurrence, one that happened naturally. It never felt strange, but something about tonight was different. There had been lingering touches, strange looks, and ever growing smiles. Stu’s hand was placed onto your thigh and you still when he squeezes gently.

You lift your head up slightly, looking over at him, but his eyes are trained on the tv. Shaking it off you settle back into your seat, your head rubbing on Billy’s lap slightly. He sucks in a breath and shifts his hips and you take that as a cue of him being uncomfortable. You go to sit up when he grabs your arm, shaking his head, his cheeks tinged red. “No, you can stay,”

“You sure? I can move if you’re uncomfortable.” Stu snorts and Billy shoots him a glare. Furrowing your eyebrows, you look between the two men, Stu’s grip on your leg still going strong. “What’s funny?”

“Sunny, you didn’t make him uncomfortable, you made him hard,”

“Jackass!” Billy hisses, punching Stu in the shoulder. You know you shouldn’t look but you can’t help yourself; you sit up and look down at Billy’s lap, your face heating up instantly. The tent in Billy’s pants was obvious and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I didn't want to say anything about it because I didn’t want to make you feel weird. You just moved your head and, I don’t know, I got a hard on, it’s not a big fuckin’ deal-”

He was embarrassed now and he scoots away from you, crossing his arms over his chest. Swinging your feet off of Stu, you take a moment to figure out what you should do. Something like this has never happened before, at least, not to your knowledge. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of Billy in this way. 

With how long you’d been friends, it was bound to happen. A passing thought while you were pleasuring yourself that made it weird to look at him the next day, a comment from him that made your heart flutter in a confusingly nice way. Stu can sense your thoughts and he breaks out into a grin, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into him.

“Billy, man, I think she has a crush on you!” He laughs in your ear, goosebumps raising on your skin. You can’t meet Billy’s eyes even when you feel him shift on the couch, getting closer to you. Stu tangles his hand in your hair and yanks, pulling your head up and you gasp. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

He teased and you can’t help but feel the embarrassment bubbling up inside you. Billy was in front of you now, his knees on either side of your legs, his face in your own. He tilts his head, waiting for you to answer. “Y-yes…” You stutter, closing your eyes when the two men laugh at you. Stu shifts behind you and you can feel his erection on your back. “And Stu…”

His hands squeeze you tighter, cutting off any room for you to get out of the situation. “Is that so?” Billy asks, his arms leaning against the arm of the couch, locking you in between him and Stu. “You like both of us? That’s pretty slutty, don’t you think?”

“It sure is, man,” Stu replies and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling. “Who would have thought little miss Sunny was a fucking whore for her two friends?” Their words make you shift in your seat, a mix of arousal and embarrassment building in your stomach. “Stop moving, bitch.”

Your movements halt immediately. Stu was never one to get angry, hell, throughout your friendship he hadn’t ever raised his voice at you in a non-playful way, but now? Now you can tell he’s dead serious. Billy smiles down at you, his teeth bared like a wolf. “Good girl.”

Before you can really understand what’s happening he’s kissing you harshly, Stu not letting up his grip on your hair. He’s kissing your neck and one of Billy’s hands is dipping under your shirt, cupping your breast. You moan into the kiss as his soft fingers slip under your bra, attaching to your nipples with ease. 

“So. Slutty.” Billy mutters, emphasizing each word with a kiss. Stu let’s your hair go, deciding he’d much rather work on unbuckling your jeans. Your hand goes to grab Stu’s ask him to wait just a moment, but Billy tsks at you and the glint in his eye has you frozen in your spot. “Let’s see how much you want this.”

Stu unbuttons your jeans and waits as Billy grabs ahold of your thighs and forces them apart, Stu’s legs hooking behind them. They were spreading you open for their own view. Slipping his fingers past your pants and underwear, both you and Stu moan in unison. His fingers were gliding over your cunt, dipping past your folds and finding your clit easily. You shift your hips in annoyance when he pulls his hand back out.

“Oh, she’s fucking soaked, man.” You bite your tongue at the sight of Stu’s fingers, slick with your arousal, and you can’t help but roll your eyes when he makes a scissoring motion with his fingers to show off the string that connects them. Billy takes ahold of Stu’s fingers and takes one into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. 

“Fuck, Stu, you gotta taste her.” Stu takes his other finger into his mouth and hums, swirling his fingers around the digits. Billy yanks at your jeans and you lift your hips up to help him pull them down. He tosses them off to the side and slinks down the couch, positioning himself in between your legs. “She fucking smells good, too.” Billy licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste. 

You moan softly, your head tilting back against Stu’s shoulder as Billy gets to work. Stu’s hands have replaced Billy on your breasts, pinching and pulling at your hardened bud, your bra pulled under your tits to show them. He had unbuttoned your shirt without you realizing, somehow, and now you were showing yourself off to them entirely. 

Billy was watching you through his lashes, studying your every move, memorizing the way your body jolted when he would suck your clit, memorizing the noises you made when his tongue first pressed into your soaking cunt. The feeling of white hot pleasure was building with each flick of his tongue and he knew it too. He was grinning against your skin, his hands on your thighs in an effort to stop your hips from bucking up into his mouth.

“You wanna cum, baby?” Stu coo’s in your ear and you nod feverishly, your breath hitching in your throat when he pinches one of your nipples harshly. “Yeah? Man, you should see it from up here; you’re so fucking needy. You better get to beggin’ if you wanna finish.”

“Please make me cum, Billy, fuck!” You whimper, the coil growing tighter in your stomach. His tongue slows and you can just barely make out the glare he’s sending your way through the wave of pleasure. He wanted you to beg better. “Your tongue feels so good, I wanna cum so bad. I’ve thought about this so many times, the two of you fucking me like this, shit! Shit, I’m so close please let me cum I wanna cum so fucking badly!”

He gives you permission by pushing two of his fingers into your hole, pushing you over the edge completely. Your hands grip onto Stu’s arms tightly, your nails digging into his flesh, as your back arches off of the couch. Billy takes his mouth off of you but leaves his fingers inside, pumping them slowly inside you. You’re having a hard time coming back down to earth when Stu has taken to kneading your breasts in his palms and Billy’s fingers are still fucking into you.

“That was hot,” Stu says and you laugh, whimpering when the two men take their hands out of and off of you. “C’mere, man,” You watch as Stu leans over you to Billy and begins kissing him hungrily, tasting you on the other man's tongue. You can feel yourself clench around nothing as Stu’s hand tangles into Billy’s hair and tugs, eliciting a moan from the brunette. 

“So… do you guys wanna go to the bedroom?” The two men break apart and look down at you, an innocent smile on your face like you hadn't just gotten eaten out and fingered by them. Stu grins and kisses you, gentler than Billy had before, and he sneaks his tongue inside your mouth. His hand rests on your chin and you can just barely make out the taste of yourself on his tongue 

Billy gets off the couch and holds his hand out for you to take. When you stand up off of the couch he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands dragging down your back and squeezing your ass, breaking the kiss with a laugh when you gasp. “C’mon, we’ve been dying to fuck you, y’know that?” 

“Yeah, Sunny,” Stu says, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. “Been aching to get in that cunt of yours. Wish you would’ve been this slutty a long time ago.”

[starryse]

Paint Me in Gold

Minghao x Reader

Fluff, Mentions of death, Painter! au, Semi-royal au, Ghost! au

3.1k words

Summary: The one where you’re forced to be a muse for a highly respected artist and find out his secrets along the way

“Sir, you have a new client, do meet them soon yeah?”

Without taking his gaze off the canvas in front of him, the man hummed, acknowledging the young woman’s words without having to use his own. He was too focused on the angle of his brush and the precision it gave him to have really given the girls instruction much thought- not that she minded, she knew to not drop anything important on him as he was working.

The restless woman stood in the door frame, a stack of papers tucked close to her chest as she awaited her cue to leave. Her heel cladded feet tapped in a composed tempo against the floors, small clicks sounding every time her toe’s landed on the boards. Her heavy eyes shifted from the small clock in the far left of the art room to the painting figure just a few feet away from her, anxiously anticipating for the male to excuse her for the day. Unknowingly, she began to patter the nails of her fingers onto the bulky stack of papers in her arms, creating a small rhythm in alignment with the sound of her shoe tapping against the floor.

The noises echoed into the silent room, making it audibly easy for Minghao to hear the sounds the girl was making behind him, “please stop.”

Quickly gaining her composure, the girl who labeled herself as Minghao’s assistant slid her previously tapping foot back next to the other, straightening her posture once more as she cleared her throat, “excuse my interruption, sir”.

“None taken, though I must say I would rather prefer they would be further halted”

“Yes, of course sir”. The assistant did not fear the artist, that was not why she addressed him as sir rather than by his name; no, rather she just knew of his importance and would feel far more comfortable calling him by respectable titles. Or it was partially because the royals he had associated himself would have her head, if not.

“You are free to make travels home, Miss Caroline. Do not think you are in dire need to babysit me all hours of the day,” Minghao moved his free hand off the canvas, waving it behind him without turning his head, “do have a good night, Caroline.”

The woman stuttered, “y-yes, thank you sir”. As if he could see her actions, she bowed to the man before letting out a much needed breath of air as she turned to leave the room. With the sound of her thin heel’s sounding through the hallway walls, the corridor became empty once more besides the hardworking painter and his equipment.

Minghao sighed, taking the opportunity to stretch his wrists now that he was alone. He scooted back from the painting, giving himself a better view of the nearly completed product. His eyes were trained to see the shades and lines others couldn’t; he noticed the spots of the gold shimmer lightly dusted onto the tops of the trees and the speckled white in the deep blue river that flowed between them. He was satisfied, maybe not proud, but he was satisfied.

Just as he was beginning to think he could call it quits for the night and celebrate with a very deserved drink, his moment of relief after hours of finishing touches was cut short as his name was called from the spot his assistant once stood,

“Pardon me, are you Minghao?”

The foreigner would have jumped out of his skin had it been he was still able to do so. The male daringly turned around his chair, his eyes right away finding those of whom the voice belonged to; and in the same moment, as his eyes met theirs, he would have sworn he was able to feel his heart beat once again.

“Perhaps that is correct, though it determines as to who is asking?” Minghao sucked in a breath, pursing his lips as if it were to make him appear intimidating while uncrossing his legs to rest his hands out onto his knees.

“Oh- uh my name’s Y/n. I’m supposed to schedule a painting for the Moon Palace’s gala?” You fumbled with the folder in your hand, hastily flipping through the pages in the organizer to find the long agreement (which you were told to not read) you were ordered to present upon meeting the artist. Once found, you pulled the form out from it’s sleeve, mindlessly walking towards the famous painter with the paper swinging side to side in your hands as if it were a tempting offer.

You stopped in front of the male, a timid smile reaching your features to hopefully ease the way his face held an uninterested expression- his eyebrow’s were so furrowed you swore he was naturally broody. Your hand reached out in front of you, your wrist slowly shaking the paper to get the man to grab it himself.

Still unsure with your presence and sudden proclamation, Minghao hesitantly grabbed the form with a small grunt. He leaned back against the table, turning the documents pages to skim through the contract.

You stood patiently, rocking back and forth heel to toe while your attention focused onto the canvases hung around the walls of the large room. You had to give credit to the highly regarded man, his work was truly incredible- you could see why the king and queen had sought after it.

A low whistle blew past your lips, earning a displeased look from Minghao; to which you only responded with an embarrassed chuckle as you reverted back to staring around the room as he read.

“Have you read this, Miss Y/n? I see your name is illustrated in several points here, are you aware of such thing?” Minghao spoke up with his eyes now lifting up to you, breaking the silence and causing you to choke on spit from his sudden deceleration. Your head tilted forward in confusion, though your eyes must have been blown open in shock because the world seemed much clearer in that moment.

Amused at your reaction, Minghao snorted at your coughing fit that had followed from the saliva you accidentally lodged down your throat, “I’m inclined to take that as a no.” He stood up, forcing you to take a few haltered steps back in order to maintain personal space- considering you had just met him and all you figured he would not find a strangers face in front of his very flattering.

“Uh- well could you maybe give me an insight as to why exactly my name was highlighted in the business agreement between you and one of the royal families?” The nerves were beginning to build in your stomach, your fingers absently beginning to fumble with one another while you stared helplessly at Minghao; whom was still smirking at your previous state.

“I supposed I could do that, it would be fair wouldn’t it?” Minghao signaled you to follow him, pointing towards a bar stool across the room of his art supplies, “have a seat, would you?”

You muffled a few sures and an of course, finding a seat on the stool he had pointed at. You immediately crossed a leg over the other, a way to sort of keep yourself put together in front of a man you had never met up until moments ago. Minghao made his way back to where the two of you had previously stood, opting to take a seat opposite of you, though ways a way.

“Uhm no offense but why are we a billion feet away from each other? How does this explain why I’m in the forms-“

Minghao tutted, telling you to give him a moment as he moved his finished painting to rest on the desk behind him, then pulling up a blank canvas to rest on the eisle stood in front of his sitting figure.

In just the few minutes you had known the infamous painter, you had been confused countless of times already, this was now an added moment. You had to have sat in the chair for a few good minutes as Minghao continued to twist and turn around in his surrounded area, his hands rapidly reaching for the things around him as if they were all memorized positions.

“Minghao-“

“Impatient are we?” Minghao’s voice matched the smug smirk that was rather etched onto his face- a very different expression compared to the permanent frown he had worn when you first entered the studio.

Huffing, you crossed your arms across your waist, leaning one elbow down to rest onto your knee as you placed your palm into your hand, “no, just curious, concerned, nervous-“

“So, impatient?”

You couldn’t help the small smile that erased the pout you held, grumbles of protest following suit, “oh whatever-“ you groaned in annoyance, dramatically tossing your head back behind you while dragging your hands down your face, pulling your features down along with it, “-would you just tell me now?”

Minghao shrugged, nodding his head in acceptance. The male set the last few brushes along his eisle before sliding in his chair to left of the large canvas in order to look properly at your face as he spoke, “you’re my muse”

“Eh?”

“It says in the documents you are to be my muse for my paintings, do with that information as you please”

Your mouth fell open, eyes narrowing towards the boy across you who began to open his paints, “so i’m essentially just apart of a business deal so you get paid for your work and the Royal Moon family get a few prizes paintings?”

“Do you expect to be compensated for your participation? If so I’m sure you will find yourself highly disappointed” Minghao cocked a brow at you, rolling his eyes at your pissy scowl, “now now, I never said I was going to do it, now did I?“

You laughed at that, pretending to wipe stray tears from your eyes, “right so then what is the equipment you have set in front of you now, Minghao?”

“My own project, you don’t need fret about it Miss Y/n, I do not share my private matters with anyone besides my own thrusted colleagues-“ minghao grinned a rather large Cheshire embodied smile, rubbing his hands together as if he were greedily eyeing a steak, “now, let’s get started shall we?”

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“Minghao how much longer do I need to sit here my ass-“

“Y/n it’s been a mere 3 hours, can you not handle more?” Minghao sighed for the thousandth time in the hour, he was frustrated as much as you were; only he was growing tired of your complaining when you only had to sit there whereas he had to consistently move his arms and body around.

“Alright, how about we take a short break, hm?” He arched his back and twisted his hips to get his bones back in shape. You were eager to oblige, jumping up from your stool to practically prance on over to the stretching male, following his movements as you too stretched out your sore limbs.

You took the small frame of time to dwell on the Chinese boy beside you, noticing his stature when he wasn’t arched over a canvas and the calluses on his hands from holding brushes and chalks 24/7. He was pretty cute, weird aura and all.

“What do you suppose we do, it is nearing midnight now and I do not gather there is much going on outside in this particular moment?” Minghao glanced over at you, your eyes matching his gaze from your mini checkout of his body. The boy’s smile was small at that, having already noticed your stares- they were rather hard to miss he had noted.

You let out a few coughs, very terribly playing off your embarrassment as if you had something stuck in your throat yet again. You ran your eyes around the room instead of at Minghao’s, pondering over things you could do in a break from whatever it is that you had been doing the last few hours, “ah! You could show me your corridors! I’d like to know more about the man who has been checking me out the last 3 hours”

Minghao scoffed, ignoring the way he felt his chest tighten at your words, instead playing it off with a shake of his head as he began to walk away from you, “that is not what I was doing”

“Wha- hey! Wait for me-“

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In comparison to the room Minghao had declared as his studio, his archives room was on a whole different level- literally. You climbed a billion stairs to get here, though the architecture and old antique decorations made it quite worthwhile. The flooring was a velvety red with gold encrusted detailings, diamonds a key theme in the rooms furnish. It was a marvelous beauty, that was true. The crystal light fixture that hung down over the many rows of books and folders casts a warm yellow hue around the room, opting to make a comforting yet elegant vibe to the rooms touch. There were old scriptures hung on the walls and books that had to her over a century old scattered around the many shelves. You were left in awe in the middle of the room as you mindlessly guided your hand over a few dusty records, wondering how a young man such as Minghao could have gotten his hands on such timeless treasures.

You made your way over to the back of the steep room, leaving a clueless Minghao to find some sort of entertainment for the two of you to enjoy until you’re ready to get back to work. It was as if the rows of books were never ending, the dates on the shelves beneath the works only increasing with time- 1910, 1850, 1700- you truly were in shock that some of these were still even in tact. It felt as if you had walked for miles, and seeing as the end wall was finally now in sight, you were fighting the urge to run up and hug it. You hobbled your way to the end of the room, eyes falling to the single bookcase that was in the corner behind a few separate shelves.

Unlike the wall of tall book cases, this particular cubby had no written date, only the words “before time” were left for the mind to wander. A few rather flimsy, stained journals sat on the shelves, along with a few pictures of a group of boys and a girl whom looked an awful lot like the princess of the palace you worked for. Your curiosity only grew at that, and before you could register what you were doing your fingers were already delicately opening the journals contents.

“Y/n- Those are not to be touched! Step away, please!” Minghao’s panicked voice was a mere echo to you, your ears only picking up on a distant murmur. The male, who hadn’t noticed you didn’t hear a word he said, began to frantically run to where you were standing, adrenaline rushing through his lifeless body. Only he was unfortunately too late, you had already begun to read the journal he knew was dated back to the day of the accident- judging by the way you hysterically slammed the cover shut and tossed it back into the spot clean of dust from where it had set for so long, Minghao had begun to realize he was far too late to stop you.

“Y/n-“ he gasped, eyes blown wide as his hands reached to grab your arm, causing you to pull back and step backwards in shock.

“Mind telling me what happened 200 years ago? Because it seems to me that the girl I currently work for, along with you and 12 other boys I have more than likely seen around the kingdom- should be very well 6 ft under currently and definitely not attending balls and painting murals-“

Minghao dropped his hands to his sides, an old feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time creeping it’s way back to him. Fear. The last time he felt scared was the day he woke up on the bridge, covered in old stained blood and feeling as lifeless like he never had before. But now as he stands in front of a girl he had only just met a mere 4 hours ago, he was scared- he had knew he felt you were going to play a significant role in his “life” once he made eye contact with you when you entered his door prior, but that was when he still playing human.

“I, uh-“

You interrupted him, your forehead furrowing as you put the pieces together, “is that why you talk like an 80 year old British man?”

Minghao gawked at your words, his own mouth falling open in shock as yours did just a few moments earlier. He knew you were going to say something, it was inevitable; though he was not expecting you to mock his speech, “I’m sorry, pardon me?” His voice rose an octave, his face pulled back in disgust, “I do not speak like an 80 year old man, I only illiterate proper speech-“

“See! 80 year old man!”

Minghao pursed his lips, closing his eyes as he punched the bridge of his nose, “I do not-“

“It’s fine though because you’re apparently even older than that, you look good for over 200 years old, props to you” you shrugged, not quite understanding why he was so pressed over the way he talked.

“I look good-“ he did finger quotes as he spoke, “because I died when I was 23, I haven’t aged since then” he spoke in a matter of fact tone, as if it were common knowledge to know this- let alone be speaking to a ghost to begin with. Your mouth fell into an O shape, head nodding along with it.

The two of you stood there for a few seconds just looking at one another, though you were also trying to relish in the fact you were standing in the presence of a man who apparently died 200 years ago and wasn’t very concerned with the fact you knew.

“So uh, Mings- can I call you Mings?”

“I- quite actually I don’t think I care-” Minghao began, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to tug you behind him as he made way to the front of the room, “-though if you refer to me as Mings may I continue my portrait of you, Miss Y/n?”

Your nose wrinkled at his words, his incredibly proper speech only making you giggle knowing the real reason he spoke like an old man- he was one.

“I suppose, Sir Xu; though I’d prefer you to address me as Y/n if you are to paint me” you chuckled into the palm of your head, snorts being slightly muffled due to the laughs that fell through the cracks of your fingers at the dirty look Minghao casted at you behind his shoulder.

“I’m not sorry!”

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again, your new john stones fic blew me away!!! Amazing. Please feel free to write about him all day every day!! <3

thank you again!! here’s another sweet one inspired by my own 1am experience tonight :) i wish I had a john stones

My hero

Your heart is quite literally thundering in your chest. There’s no feeling like it, this kind of fear that sticks you to the ground beneath your feet. You honestly feel like you can’t catch your breath, tears streaking down over your flushed cheeks as you hold your phone in your right hand with trembling fingers, one thumb finally letting go of the little microphone shaped drawing in your iMessages app. Even the whooshing sound of the message you knew was about to send to your best friend catches you off guard, making your shoulders clench and raise in fright.

“Are you seriously alright??”

She texts back, her confusion and teasing is something you know is laced into those letters across the screen creating a glow in the dim room. You roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your vision up while sending another voice note back; “No, seriously. Why does this only ever happen when I’m alone??”

“Probably because you live alone?” She replies back, and you curse yourself for a choice of friends who clearly have no empathy for what you consider to be a very serious situation. You know you won’t hear the end of this teasing once it’s all over. But the fear to you is all too real.

“(Y/n) I got your text! Came right here, are you alright?”

The sudden voice makes you literally clench your entire body, nearly shooting off the floor in fright and making one of those internalised fear noises that sounds like you just been attacked with a taser. You hear keys dropping down by the door and then a pause of his footsteps as you try to catch your breath. Your heart swells a little at the thought of him being here.

“John!” You yelp, your voice coming out something more like a strangled cry. The tall defender hears that sound and finds himself in panic, those long legs carrying him quickly and easily up the stairs of your small home until he spots you standing now in the doorway of your bedroom. He rushes towards you, seemingly checking you over for potential injuries the best he can in the darkness only broken by the lowest setting of flashlight on your phone. The first thing he notices when checking over your face with his hands is the wetness still making its way over your cheeks.

“Are you alright? what happened? Is there someone in there? Are you okay? Did someone hurt-“

You cut off his rambling with a finger over his lips, creating even more confusion for the fluffy haired brunette who had very clearly rolled himself out of bed to hurry over here. He was wearing shoes without socks, dirty shorts from training that he’d thrown off before going to bed only to pull back in to come to your, and an old sweater that usually sat somewhere downstairs in the closet closest to the door. It was obvious he had come in a wild rush the second he got your erratic message.

“It’s a wasp, John!” You whisper, as if the little creature that sitting on your lightbulb unwilling to move from the place you couldn’t reach and wouldn’t dare to even if you could, was able to hear you.

“A wasp?” John repeats incredulously. “Seriously?”

You nod vigorously, and and as much as the exhausted footballer wants to complain or even sigh at you, he doesn’t. Maybe he can’t. Because he’s got his arms around you and he definitely can feel you quivering against him. He had expected something more along the lines of a one night stand gone wrong or even someone breaking it, but as his consciousness began to catch back up with his previously very sleepy self, it made a lot more sense. In the event of a break in, you would probably have been bloody calmer than you are now to be honest. John had seen you after a pretty dangerous car crash completely still and relatively calm as you gave statements to police officers with blood still trickling down your face. But put an insect in your path and you scaled the closest thing to you for protection.

It just so happened that closest thing was often John Stones, and he was happy to be that person really.

It has become a norm between the two of you in the years you had been friends. Winter was the worst for spiders, but he generally didn’t mind the mildly irritating insects. He just got rid of them one way or another while you hid as far as you could get and then he’d come get you when the coast was clean. But you hated summer for this particular reason.

Wasps.

They fly in, fly into things and somehow never make it back on the window on their own despite it being the most easy thing one could ever imagine. Then, they try and sting you as if they aren’t in your house. They just creep you out, even the sight of them with their nasty little bodies. Bees aren’t a problem, they’re fuzzy looking and don’t intrude in your home nearly half as much. Also, they don’t try to sting you all the damn time.

“Where abouts?” He asks, his voice showing no hint of any destain or irritation he may harbour. “On the light,” you tell him shakily, following close to him back as you both enter the room. “Right up there- careful!”

John sniggers a little to himself, much to your dismay. He kicks off his shoes by your bedside table and climbs up onto the bed with ease on those ridiculously long legs. By luck, chance or both, he has some toilet paper in his hoodie pocket that he’d probably used to wipe his nose or something like that earlier, he can’t remember. He holds it out at arms length, only inches away form the unsuspecting black and yellow insect. “Where?” He asks again, “I can’t see anything.”

“There!” You insist, pointing up with a shaking finger. “I don’t see anything (y/n).” He repeats, making you whimper slightly, more tears suddenly appearing as you try to come to terms with the fact it might’ve moved while you were outside the room. The thought of having to sleep in your house while not knowing where it was would send you absolutely mental. “It was there I swear, look-“

“Ahhh, I got it. Stand back.”

He leans forward with relative ease, careful with the force he used so close to a live electric source and grips the buzzing creature in his tissue. “There we go,” he hums, stepping down from the bed. “All go-“

As if on cue, it flies out of the paper and you let loose a literal shriek as you dive backwards, crashing into the wall and then jumping forward in fright at that. “Woah!” John calls, “it’s alright, it’s right there. Calm, calm. Take a deep breath. Look,” he tries to calm you. That deep accent with his fatigue coating each word seeps into you, carefully calming your firing heart as he grabs it tighter from the floor, making sure he squashed it this time and immediately takes it to flush it down the toilet. John doesn’t know if you’re supposed to kill them or not, but at this moment in time he genuinely does not care. Was he fuck going to chase a wasp out of a window at half past one in the morning. Not a chance.

When he returns from the bathroom now empty handed, you still seem upset.

“That was scary.” You announce.

John smiles, pearly whites all on display. “I noticed.” He teases, making you scowl tiredly at him.

That scowl falters when his smile breaks into a light, soft laugh and he moves to stand in front of you. You absolutely don’t mind the fact that he’s babying you a little, using the sleeves of his sweater to wipe your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and taking you into his strong arms. In fact, it’s very much welcomed. His arms are the safest place in the world to you and even the residual discomforted shivers from the concept of a wasp in your bedroom couldn’t get through that defender. He looks after a lot more than just the Manchester City goal line. No, he’s the sole defender of something much more precious that he doesn’t even realise.

Your heart.

“You okay now?” He asks softly, his tired voice rumbling through you. You nod against him, “Feeling a bit better. Thank you Stonesy.” You mumble, words muffled by the muscled chest that your face his resting against. “Anything for you, lovely.” He responds easily, pulling back from you in a way that aches his heart. The sudden lack of your warmth and presence against him is utterly brutal. He loves holding you, but hates it in the same breath. He would love to hold you if it was something he got to do freely instead of fleetingly.

His eyes are stuck watching you sit down on the edge of your bed to grab your phone and check the time with an element of shock rolling through your eyes when you realise it’s nearly two.

“You got training tomorrow?” You ask sweetly, a yawn following the tail end of your words adorable in a way that makes John’s heart flutter like a teenage boy. He nods, “Not till after dinner though, around 5.”

It’s your turn to nod, seeming to be chewing over something in thought as you lie down in the middle of your bed.

“Wanna stay then?”

John has to pretend to think about it at least a little bit so he doesn’t look like he’s jumping right up at the opportunity, which is exactly what he wants to do. “Why not,” he shrugs, chucking off his hoodie to the foot of your bed, “Scoot over.”

He clambers in, long limbs moving nowhere near as coordinated as they are on the pitch as he lays down by your right. It’s like a familiar dance, one you both know so well as you shuffle around so you can lay against his chest, one leg hooked over him as his arm wraps around you to pull you even closer. A silence falls between you as he feels your eyelashes fluttering shut, tickling his chest. He can’t find that same relaxation, can’t seem to shut his eyes for the thoughts flying through his mind all at once.

“I should teach you how to catch them.” John states, rumbling voice interrupting the peaceful quiet in which you had nearly found sleep. “You know, for the future.” He adds almost flippantly. Almost.

“Why?” You hum groggily, sleep croaking your voice ever so slightly. “I got you.”

John has to pretend your half asleep admission doesn’t send his heart flying into his throat. You do always have him, right there in the palm of your hand. Always.

“I don’t think other guys would appreciate me barging into their house in the middle of the night.” He suggests, making you quirk an eyebrow in question, but you still don’t look up at him and he isn’t even sure if you’ve got your eyes fully open. “No other guys here,” you state, “Single, living all alone.” You add lazily. The words almost make John wonder if he has fallen asleep, each one spoke playing straight into the dream he’s had for years for you to be his.

“Yeah, I know but…but there will be, at some point.” He suggests. You give no response for a moment and he briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep at some point in this conversation.

“Bet those other guys wouldn’t come get rid of wasps for me in the middle of the night like you do.”

“Maybe,” John shrugs, “but I think there’s plenty of guys like that, especially for you.”

He feels you shake your head against him, your words decisive as you speak;

“There are no guys like you, John Stones.”

His words and his breath are caught on his throat, his heart erupting in his chest as he replays those words in his mind, trying to figure out if he had actually just heard them or if his tired mind was playing tricks on him because it was so late and he hadn’t had enough sleep.

But then you look up at him with tired eyes and a sweet smile. You know what you’ve just done, know the bomb you’ve just dropped and you’re hoping with everything crossed that he feels the same way.

“You’re my hero, Stonesy.” You say softly, your voice now a little sheepish and he can barely just make out the flush of your cheeks in the dim room lighting. “And I love you with everything I have.”

He doesn’t know what to say, his eyes wide as his heart beats as erratically as he had felt yours beating when he first arrived with fear coursing through his veins thinking you were in some kind of mortal peril.

“John?” You ask timidly, voice sheepish as you sit up in fear.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, pushing himself to a seated position, allowing him to lean forward and slide his hand around the back of your head to pull you into him, your lips crashing down onto his.

It’s just about everything he’s ever wanted.

“God I love you.” He says against your lips, a groan leaving his throat from pure satisfaction, pure relief of finally getting those words off of his chest. You giggle, resting back against his chest. “Can we sleep now, please?”

He nods, both of you shuffling so you can resume the position you had been in before a life changing confession that had spun you and the Barnsley brunette into the kiss that had been years in waiting. This was the happiest either of you had probably ever been.

“Guess we have the wasps to thank for this eh?” John lulls just as sleep is about to encompass you. He feels you shiver against him, the hairs on your arms immediately raising to attention at the mention of that which you hate so much.

“Don’t say that! That’s basically an invitation for them to invade my house!” You hiss, giving his chest a gentle swat as he pulls you closer to his side.

“Let them come,” he says almost triumphantly, “You got me now, always.”

You cosy yourself against him, a soft sigh of complete content and comfort tickling his chest as it dances across him. He feels that gentle smile that settles onto your gestures as your heavy eyes allow sleep to truly begin to take you.

“Always,” you mumble, words diluted by sleep “My hero.”

[timefospookies]

BEN Drowned Spooks AU thing

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Part 2: The Children and the Moon

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Rosa hopped from rock to rock, making her way across the small stream that blocked her path. She looked up at the cloudy sky and filled her lungs with the delightful smell of the rainy morning as she swung her arms and jumped into the air. Landing on the damp leaves on the dirt, she kicked at them and they swirled playfully around her. She scooted over to the patches of sunlight on the ground, and she felt nearly warm under the light that made its way through the branches. She stood still with her eyes closed, blissfully soaking in every last ray, listening to the trickling of water and feeling the cool droplets that fell on her cheeks. 

“Rosa! Don’t go too far, just wait a second!” 

The yell seemed to crack the autumn air. Soon she could no longer hear the gentle creaks of the tree trunks or the wind humming as her friends’ footsteps grew closer. The world was tinted gray as the sun hid behind the clouds and a grim chill brushed the bare forest. 

“You walk way too fast!” Matt sighed, resting his head on her shoulder, “Wait for us next time! We all know you’re not exactly the best with directions and I’d hate it if you got lost. Hey, are you okay?”

Her gaze was fixed in front of her, wishing she could conjure up that happy feeling again, but she blinked away the thought. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry,” she said quietly.

Alex perked up,

“You must really like the woods, huh,” 

“Well, it’s nice out here,” she replied.

Alex glanced around curiously. They were surrounded by thick tall trees that were probably centuries old, although the fall had stripped them of their color.

“I don’t know if I’d say ‘nice’,” Matt shuddered, “It’s wet, it’s cold, it’s windy, AND my shoes are soaked,”

He kicked his feet in frustration and droplets flew out of the tips of his shoes. He must have stepped in the stream.

“It’s not all bad,” Alex chuckled, “But I am kinda freezing, so I say we hurry up so we can get back to the village soon,”

“That is fine by me,”

The two boys continued their march forward and Rosa calmly followed behind. Matt wasn’t a big fan of exploring, she knew that well, but she just couldn’t see how this place could be bad. No matter the weather, the forest had always been a place of comfort to her. A realm of endless possibilities and adventure, with little mysteries hiding in every crack. A beautiful realm that she could not access anymore. Being able to roam free and go wherever she pleased is one of the liberties she missed from before becoming a Moon Child. Of course she couldn’t complain. The sect had taken care of her since she was very little. They had welcomed her and taught her how to grow, how to be, and how to understand the way life is. Most important of all, they had taught her faith. Faith in Luna, goddess of the moon. Mother to all the living beings on Earth, but that had gone to rest for centuries. The Moon Children had formed her whole world, but she couldn’t help but feel that they were also keeping her locked away from it.

“We’re almost there, right?” Matt began, trying to keep his composure.

“Yes, we’re almost there,” Alex said, “I think,” 

Rosa could hear Matt mutter to himself. Something along the lines of, “You’d think the storage shed would be a lot closer,” 

She grinned in amusement at his remark, for she was perfectly content with her legs and her skirt covered in mud.

“What are we getting from the shed anyway?” she asked.

Alex hummed, trying to conjure up his memory but defeatedly turned to look at their friend. Matt sighed.

“The High Priest asked to fetch some baking ingredients. You know, flour, sugar, vanilla extract,”

Rosa’s eyes lit up and her mouth turned to water.

“Baking ingredients? What are they making?”

He shrugged.

“A pastry of sorts Im sure, but they’re not going to make anything if we don’t find this dumb shed,”

Almost as if on cue, a silhouette revealed itself to their eyes. The shed. It looked like it could pack several thousand boxes in it, but the cracks on the windows and the vines adorning it were clear indicators that it was not used often. But although its blue paint had faded and chipped with time, it stood tall and unmistakable in the dispersing fog. Matt cracked a smile and reached for the key in his pocket, taking the lead with an air of relief. He turned it back and forth and turned the knob. It didn’t budge.

“Huh, that’s weird,” 

“I think you locked it?” Alex suggested 

He stepped in to assist and pushed open the door.

“Looks like the last group to come here forgot to lock the door in the first place,” he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

Rosa took the first step inside, and the boys reluctantly followed after her. A heavy earthy smell hung in the air and it dripped down to the moist planks on the floor. There was a rotten white table, now almost green with the moss growing on it and a broken lightbulb hung above it, barely clinging to the wire. Wooden countertops lined the walls and below them rows upon rows of boxes were lined up neatly on the floor, some even on top of one another and forming small towes. In the very corner there were open and deformed boxes that melted into the ground, with bugs crawling in and out of their new home. Rosa tilted her head and walked further in. There were labels with each group of boxes: “Kitchen utensils”, “Children’s books”, “Canned food”. 

“When was the last time someone was here?” she asked.

“Not too long ago,” Alex said, scanning the labels, “Probably a couple of years ago. But goodness is this place in bad shape,”

Matt groaned and pinched his nose, still standing by the doorway.

“I should talk to the Priest about this,” he said nasally, “It could definitely use a touch up. Stars, even that’s an understatement. Maybe we could tear this place down, build a new shed and restock! I mean, how do we know the stuff in here hasn't expired?”

“The expiration date’s good!”

Alex had ripped open a box and waved a bag of sugar at Matt. He tossed it to him and he fumbled with it while Alex continued to fish out ingredients. Rosa wandered the space absentmindedly, looking at the bugs crawling above her on the ceiling. She noticed a spider slowly dropping down beside her and she followed it with her eyes. It stopped at her shoulder height and its little legs began to twitch and fiddle with its string. She held her breath and slowly began to turn, carefully extending her hands out, tilting upwards and WHAM. She quickly but gently clasped her hands closed on it and pulled away, but upon opening again she realized she hadn’t caught the little guy. The spider was quick and clung to the wall, scurrying away in seconds. She laughed and followed it, attempting once again to catch it.

“Hey, be careful!” Matt exclaimed, “Don’t touch that thing or it’ll bite you!”

“It doesn’t bite,” she assured him, “I’m just playing around,”

With her eyes, she followed the spider scurry from the cracks on the wood to the window on the far end of the shed. There it lay still, perhaps thinking she didn't see it. Grinning, she tiptoed forward, hunching her back with her hands out and ready. She skilfully hopped forward when she suddenly felt a bump on the ground and her foot was caught.

“WOAH!”

THUMP! She hit a shelf with her forearm before collapsing on the ground, sending the boxes on top sliding downwards. She heard Alex shout,

“WATCH OUT!”

She yelped and rolled away, the weight falling where her head once was. A horrendous symphony of glass shattering ensued from the impact, one box after another, the sound of it sending flying bright colors into her ears. There was a shriek and she was unsure if it had come from her or from something beside her. She clutched her head and sunk it to her chest, feeling an overwhelming red light flare up in her head from all the noise. It was over as quickly as it had begun. She heard footsteps thumping in her head and Matt’s voice piercing through her daze.

“ROSA! ARE YOU OKAY?”

Slowly, she lifted her head to check her surroundings. The box had contained most of the shards, with only a few scattered around it like snowflakes on the ground. A warm hand grabbed her shoulder and she was met with a pair of shocked gray eyes she didn’t recognize. 

“A-Are you alright?!” he cried. “Are you hurt?!”

The gray-eyed boy frantically looked her up and down, scanning for injuries but all Rosa could do was nod slowly. No thoughts crossed her head, she just stared curiously at the boy before her. He had reddish-purple blotches on the side of his face, under his eyes and his lips. His knees were scrapped, his shoes dirty and he had what looked like an empty backpack on. 

“Hey!”

The boy recoiled as Matt lunged towards Rosa, sliding her away from him by the arms. 

“Back off!” he exclaimed, and then looked down at Rosa and whispered, “Are you insane?! You could’ve died!”

“Matt, chill,” Alex said.

He had jumped to his feet and joined Matt, putting a hand on his shoulder and turning to Rosa.

“You okay? Can you stand?”

Rosa quickly sat up and smiled meekly. Matt was nearly pulling his hair out but Alex smiled back relieved and sighed, ruffling her hair roughly. Then their attention fell on the gray-eyed boy who had backed himself into the wall and looked wildly at them. The kids all sat in heavy silence, staring at each other.

“S-Sorry!” the boy managed.

He scrambled to his feet, knocking over some boxes as he stood and twirling around he rushed towards the exit. Rosa stood just as quickly, holding her hands out and stepping forward.

“Hey, hold on!” she cried.

He stumbled and then froze. Rosa stammered, not knowing what to say next. Matt stepped in.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he snapped.

The boy turned nervously.

“Um, well,” he started, “I was, uh, I couldn’t get home and it was cold so a friend - well I just met her but - she told me I could stay the night here because, uh,”

He trailed off and gathered himself.

“I’m Benjamin?” he said, “Benjamin Lawman. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know anyone came here. I was just gonna stay the night and leave,”

From the look on his face, he seemed genuine and Alex caught on that too.

“Don’t worry about it! We don’t come here very often anyway,” he said, “I’m glad you were able to find this place though, it was freezing last night.”

Benjamin smiled a bit and looked at his shoes. 

“You said you couldn’t get home. How come?” Alex continued.

“Um,” he hesitated, “I…got lost. I couldn’t find my way back.”

“And your friend?”

Benjamin looked around the shed.

“Sh-She was gone when I woke up,”

“I see,”

Alex pondered for a second and Rosa took a step forward.

“Maybe we can help you find your way back..?” she suggested. “Home, I mean?”

The boy looked at her wide eyed, then fiddled with the strings of his hoodie.

“Oh, you don't have to-”

“We don’t mind at all!” Alex said cheerily.

“I do,” Matt scowled. “We don’t know the town at all. We’ll get him even more lost than he is now!”

Rosa’s brow furrowed.

“There’s no harm in trying,” she muttered.

“Getting lost seems pretty harmful to me,”

“Well, we can’t just leave him here!”

“I’m not saying we should leave him, I’m saying we can’t help him,” Matt said cooly

“You don’t know that!”

“Sure I do,”

“You don’t!”

“Do,”

“Don’t!”

“Doooo,”

“DON’T!”

“GUYS, CHILL!” Alex exclaimed.

The two kids jumped and turned their heads towards Alex.

“I know the town,” he said, “Like the back of my hand. I’m from there too, remember?”

Oh! That’s right, Rosa thought.

Alex was originally from the outside town. He’d been raised there as a child and had only joined the Moon Children two years ago when she was nine. It would make sense that he knew how to get around. A sudden wave of excitement grew inside of her. She had never been to the outside before! Well, she had…but she was way too little to remember. But who knew the wonders it held? To finally have the freedom to discover someplace new was everything she could ever wish for. She grinned from ear to ear.

“But, would the Priest like that?” Matt asked nervously, “He’s pretty strict about not going out without a Moon Guard,”

“You’re welcome to head back if you-re worried about getting in trouble. I don't blame you, you know how the Priest gets when he's mad,” Alex said, “The way back is pretty easy, you just keep walking straight until-”

“But what about you?” Matt said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a flash!”

“I wanna go with you!” Rosa exclaimed, hopping to a very confused Benjamin’s side. 

“Wh - Rosa!” Matt exclaimed.

“It'll be super quick! Just to see what the town’s like!”

Matt groaned and rocked on his feet nervously while Rosa grabbed Benjamin by the hand and scurried out the door. He looked at Alex who waved and turned to leave.. Matt hopped in place before making up his mind.

“Hey, wait up!” Matt cried, “I'm coming too!”

And he bolted out the door after them.

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And Dusk

A/N: And finally, Chapter 20. Thank you to all of you beautiful people who have given me and this story your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. Starting this series broke an 8-month hiatus and pulled me out of some dark times in my life. It still is. I have so much of an emotional attachment to this series, it is my BABY and means so much to me. I'm v grateful to all the comments, the likes, the reblogs. I didn't think anyone would even take time to read this shit. BOY was I wrong! Please know that this story and the author love you guys as much as you love it and I can't wait to see you in the third installment "To Nightfall" (written whenever tf the third season comes out). Thank you once again, much love, and happy reading, beloveds ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: guns, violence, death/dying, mentions of blood

Word Count: 5074

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Chapter 20: Very Familiar

The fight between Five and Lila had gone on for quite some time now, yet the two couldn’t seem to shake each other. It was as if she could predict his every attack, like she knew where he would blink next. And it was starting to get to him. To add to it, Five had no idea where (Y/N) was or if she was holding up with Lila’s clone. She had to, though. It was just a clone, and (Y/N) has fought and defeated bigger and stronger.

Yeah, she’s fine, Five thought.

Blinking into the barn, Five was met with nothing but a hay-covered floor before him. That was, until Lila blinked in front of him, frying pan at the ready. When she reared the object back, he immediately blinked away. Grunting, Lila faltered and blinked elsewhere. Spinning around, she chucked the pan forward, Five blinking in its direction, crying out when the pan smacked against his head. Lila grinned as he fell to the floor with a thud, striding over to him and planting her foot on his throat, just as he had done to her.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” She cocked her head as Five clutched her foot in his hands, gasping under the pressure. His green orbs widened as she pressed her foot further into his throat to constrict his airway even more.

“Eat shit and die.” He rasped out, prying her foot off of him. Lila tried to fight back, pressing down against his hands, but her strength matched his, and eventually, his overpowered hers. She cried out as she felt her foot begin to wobble against the force Five was pushing with until he flung her off of him. The boy scrambled to his feet and got into a fighting stance as Lila slowly rose. “Come on. What are you waiting for? Let’s finish this.”

“No,” Lila whispered, sniffling. “This isn’t gonna be quick. You are going to suffer for what you did.”

Scoffing, Five dropped his arms. “Lady, I got no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Ronnie and Anita Gill.”

“Mean nothing to me.” He squinted.

“1993, East London. You hog-tied them and you shot them in the head.”

A memory of a couple flashed through his mind. A couple laying on a wooden floor on their stomachs, hands tied behind their backs, screaming and sobbing for Five’s mercy. He had just killed the woman when the man began scooting away. He didn’t get very far, for Five shot him dead not a second later.

“The flower merchants,” He stumbled back with wide eyes. “They were your parents?”

“And they never did anything to anyone,” Lila shook her head with teary eyes. “They didn’t deserve to die like that.”

“You’re right, alright?” Five took a step back. “I killed them. But I killed a lot of people over the years. It was all a job, alright? That was never personal.”

Lila let out a laugh as she inched closer. “‘Never personal’, my ass. Yeah, I’ve killed. It’s always, always personal. And you know why killing (Y/N) is personal?”

Five’s eye twitched at the mention of his Starlight.

“Because it is the perfect way to make you suffer.”

As if on cue, a muffled scream sounded from above them. The two craned their necks up, brows knitted in confusion, until a body broke through the roof. (Y/N) landed on the floor near Lila, the girl’s face smacking into the wood. Staring down from the hole in the roof was Lila’s clone, an empty expression on its face. The woman chuckled and hummed the three-note tune, the clone disappearing into her shadow not even a second later.

Panting, (Y/N) lifted herself on her elbows, beginning to drag her knees up, but Lila pinned the back of them down with her feet. Heart dropping, Five rushed forward, but Lila was faster. Bending down, she placed one hand on the girl’s forehead and another under her chin. Panicking, (Y/N) tried to scoot out of Lila’s hold. Five’s heartbeat quickened. “(Y/N)!”

“No! No!!”

CRACK

The whole world came to a stand-still after her body went limp, her head slumping against the hay below her. The only sound Five allowed to travel through him was the blood pumping in his ears. He couldn’t even hear himself as he screamed out in anguish, complete and utter pain, falling to his knees beside the girl’s corpse.

Reaching a shaking hand out, he oh so gently ran his thumb over her scarred cheekbone, hoping and praying that the light in her eyes would return, that she would just blink for him. Any sign of life whatsoever. But he received none.

Before him, Lila stood with tears in her eyes. Only, these tears blurred the slight regret attempting to shine through. When she blinked, the emotion was gone and the tears slid down her cheeks. Brandishing her knife, she took a few more steps closer to the broken pair. Five couldn’t have cared any less and he lowered his face to his love’s, pressing gentle kisses to her temple. “Please… God, no, please, Starlight…” He quietly cried. Swallowing thickly, Lila raised her knife above her head, ready to strike down on the back of Five’s neck.

“LILA, NO!”

Halting her movements, she whipped her head back to be met with the rest of the Hargreeves rushing into the barn, Diego leading them. All it took was one look at the two on the ground for the siblings to realize what had just occurred. Diego let a tear fall as the guilt seeped into his stomach. “Lila… What did you do?!”

“Oh, my god…” Allison choked out as she stared at her sister’s body.

“(Y/N)...?” Klaus covered his mouth as he slowly stretched an arm out towards her.

“This was revenge,” Lila defended. “He killed my family in cold blood! Because of some bullshit order given to him!”

“That The Handler gave me,” Five shakily spoke in a tone that sent a chill down everyone’s spine. Very slowly, he lifted his head and set his rage-filled eyes on his love’s killer. “She didn’t give a shit about your parents. She went on that job with me to get you. She wanted you.”

Lila shook her head. “Why would she do all of that for me?”

“Can’t you see, Lila?!” Diego regained her attention as the lot of them slowly began to surround her. “The Handler stole you! Just like our asshole father took all of us.”

“No, it’s not the same thing!”

“You’re right. Because he didn’t have our parents murdered. Listen to me, Lila, you were born October 1st, 1989, the same day as all of us.”

Lila, once she realized she was being surrounded, waved her knife about. “Stay back!”

The siblings jumped back, all ready to defend themselves as Diego tried to calm her down. “Hey! Hey, stop! Wait. Wait. Hey! Lila? Lila, stop.”

“I trusted you!” She cried. “I got you a job, I even introduced you to my mother, and then you took off on me-”

“That’s because I needed to save the world! You know who trusted you? (Y/N) did! She was your friend, Lila! She was my sister, and you killed her because you let The Handler fill your head with lies! She’s using you.”

“You’re wrong. She raised me. She loves me.”

Five, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white, stood from beside (Y/N)’s body and inched closer to Lila. “This is pointless. We have to kill her.”

Diego put out a hand to stop his brother. “Hey! Five! Five, stop-”

“She killed (Y/N)! I will never, ever stop until she is dead on this floor just like her!” His tears of rage were long gone now, too bloodthirsty to shed anymore.

“And you think she’d want that?” Diego quietly spoke. “You think she’d want more bloodshed? If your places were switched, she’d do everything in her power to make things right! Killing Lila won’t honor (Y/N)’s memory.”

Face still set, Five glanced around at his siblings, who all stared back at him with soft, teary gazes. As much as they wanted to let their anger out on the one who had just murdered their sister, they knew Diego was right. They had to do this one thing for her.

“Hey, Lila,” Diego quietly called. “Truth? The Handler is dangerous. And you’re scared of what she’ll do with all that new power. That’s why you dragged me to the Commission. Because I know what it’s like to love dangerous people. Difference is? They love me back, (Y/N) loved me back.”

“Shut up.” Lila hissed, pointing her knife towards him.

“The only thing she loves is power. And the minute she can’t use you, she will turn on you, and deep down, I know you know that.”

Sniffling, Lila shook her head. “You don’t know me, Diego.”

“Don’t I?” He stepped closer, no longer threatened by her weapon. “Lila, we could’ve been your family… We could’ve. But now? Well… I don’t know. But we can still make things right. If you just let us.”

Lila glanced around at the siblings, the regret creeping back into her soul as she watched the absolute pain in their eyes, the red-hot anger in Five’s. Moving her stare back to Diego, she sniffled and deeply inhaled. “How?”

Before he could answer, gunfire rang throughout the barn, each and every Hargreeves falling to the ground. Unmoving. Lila quickly ducked down, covering her head in defense. At the entrance of the barn stood The Handler, a patient smile on her face as she lowered the gun in her hand. Approaching her daughter, she sarcastically cooed at the sight of her hovering over Diego’s body. Lifting her head, Lila sighed.

“It’s true what Five said, isn’t it?”

“Darling, I need to know that we can get past this, be a happy family again. Hm?”

Standing to her feet, Lila let her eyes cast over the corpses surrounding her, eyes lingering on (Y/N). “They’re my real family,” She slowly approached her mother, who wore a wavering smile. “Do you even love me?”

No answer.

With that, Lila lunged forward, but The Handler, with no hesitation in her body, shot her daughter in the stomach, not even flinching when the woman fell to the ground. Standing over her lifeless body, she tsked. “Que será, será.”

At the sound of choked gasping, The Handler followed the source to find Five, still hanging onto life, laying in a pool of his own blood. When her eyes trailed down, she sickly laughed at the boy’s hand that was loosely clasped with his love’s, who lay beside him. “This is fitting, isn’t it? The assassin and his love, lying in a lifeless heap beside each other. Lucky you, you got to see how this all played out.”

The boy would have given her his last witty remark had he not been choking on his own blood. So, he stared at the barrel of the gun now raised towards his face. And, just as he had thought the last time his life was on the line, he was content enough to die with (Y/N) by his side.

To his surprise, though, she never got to send that bullet through his skull. Not when one had been launched through her abdomen. The Handler sharply gasped out as she slowly turned to the source of her demise. Five, from where he was laying, could not set his sights on the woman’s killer, but he could see another gunshot go through her chest before she collapsed to the ground, blood oozing from her lips.

And then everything was silent for a few moments. For those few moments, this felt like a Shakespearian tragedy. Every character, good and bad, nothing but soulless shells upon their battlefield, nothing more to add to the story. All for nothing.

But then he heard sniffling. Slow, hesitant, perhaps scared footsteps. And then…

(Y/N).

His Starlight.

He wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating and even half-prayed he would die faster to save himself the pain, but standing above him was his love. Her face was tear-streaked and utterly broken as she stared down at him. He heard a thud from somewhere in the room before she knelt beside him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Five…?” Her soft and beautiful voice wobbled. “Five, please… Please, no…”

Five hadn’t even realized the hand he held was gone. Moving his eyes to the side, he saw the body that was just beside him was now gone. As if it were never there to begin with. As if it had…

Disappeared.

His eyes locked on his Starlight again, her head now bowed as she quietly sobbed to herself. She was the last one. He had gotten her stuck in a time she hadn’t known, left her there for two years, only to return to her and then die. She was going to be alone. Everything he had done for her, was for nothing. Could this get any more tragic?

Perhaps the looming presence of the final remaining Swedish assassin standing just behind her could add to it. Five wanted to shout out to (Y/N), to warn her of the threat behind her, but when the Swede aimed his gun, he realized he had no intention of killing her right now.

He was to kill him.

But what then? Was she to be killed immediately afterwards? Was she left to fend for herself against this maniac? Five couldn’t let this be the end.

“Maybe your appetite is disproportionate to the size of your abilities.”

Wait.

“Start small. Seconds, not decades.”

That was it.

From the very depths of what remained of his soul, Five found his lingering strength and allowed for his power to surge through him. His usual blue energy surrounded him as he watched everything work backwards. The Swede left the scene, the sobbing (Y/N) soon following after.

With extreme difficulty, Five slowly rose to his feet, charging forward as each and every lifeless body rose back up, the bullets lodged in them flying back to their sources. The only corpse left was the young girl he had just been laying with. When time resumed, Five had blinked to the entrance of the barn, the conversation between Diego and Lila repeating.

“Lila, we could’ve been your family… We could’ve. But now? Well… I don’t know. But we can still make things right. If you just let us.”

Before The Handler could even enter the barn, Five swiftly snatched the gun from her hands and spun out of her vicinity, aiming the weapon towards her. She held her hands up in defense, stifling the eye roll she so wanted to do.

“It’s true, isn’t it? What Five said?” Lila spoke up. “Answer me! Is it true?!”

The Handler blinked rapidly. “Well-”

She was cut off when several bullets were sent into her chest and abdomen. Lila stared in horror as her mother gasped and collapsed to the ground, blood oozing from her lips. The Hargreeves all gasped and stepped back, looking towards the barn entrance to find The Handler’s killer.

(Y/N) stood there, gun in hand, a darkened look in her eyes as she stared down at the body. At her side was the final Swede, close enough to show that they were allies, they were working together. One of the corners of (Y/N)’s lips quirked up for a second as she let out a sharp exhale. “Not so cute now, huh?”

“(Y/N)!” Her siblings cried out. To confirm his suspicions, Five twisted his body behind him to see the clone whose neck was snapped was now disappearing. His gaze followed the shadow it had formed into slink its way over to his love, becoming one with her own shadow by her feet.

Lila, seeing that everyone was distracted, darted towards the forgotten briefcase beside her mother’s body. “The case!” Luther shouted, beginning to go after her, but Diego tackled him to the ground. Lila spared Diego one last glance before glaring daggers towards (Y/N), she and the case disappearing with a zap and a whoosh.

At this point, Five wanted nothing more than to run to his love, to engulf her in his arms and apologize profusely, but he was still wary of her. She still had her gun trained on him. That same dark look stared right through him, and it honestly sent a shiver through his body.

But then, as if a switch had been flipped, she dropped her gun and rushed towards him, tears spilling. Without any hesitation, Five dropped his weapon as well and met her in the middle, the two pulling each other into a spine-crushing hug. Burying his face into her hair, Five deeply inhaled her scent, nearly breaking down at how real she felt in his arms.

She’s here. This is her.

The sound of a cocking gun pulled the two away from each other. The Swede aimed his gun towards the couple, more towards Five, a hesitant look in his stare. Five took hold of (Y/N)’s hand and squeezed. “Enough.”

The Swede slowly looked to Allison, then to (Y/N), who pleadingly stared at him, and finally back to Five. He tilted his head and dropped his gun, muttering “Enough” in the Swedish language before turning and exiting the barn. Exhaling out of relief, Five pulled (Y/N) close to him again, gently cradling the back of her head with his hand.

“Who the hell was that guy?!” Klaus exclaimed.

Sissy’s call from below caught everyone’s attention. The siblings all rushed down the stairs to find Harlan once again within his force field. Only this time, he seemed to be more in control of it, but he was still frightened of it. He was frightened of his power. And the siblings knew that feeling all too well.

Vanya rushed forward and fell through the force field, landing on her knees in front of the boy. “Harlan? Harlan! Whatever it is I gave you, I can take it back, okay? We just, we need to stop this.”

The six Hargreeves, along with Sissy, watched in amazement as Vanya gently placed her hands on Harlan’s hands. They weren’t sure how she was doing it, or if she even knew how she was, but the small golden particles visible through his skin travelled from his forehead, down his arms, and passed to Vanya’s hands. As if she was taking back something that belonged to her. All the poor boy could do was stare at her in confusion and fear.

The rushing of their power acted as wind and blew everyone's clothes and hair about until it sent the both of them back with a whoosh, taking the force field down with it. When the room quieted down, save for Vanya’s panting, everyone watched Harlan.

The boy surveyed his surroundings with a faraway look, which seemed to be enough for Vanya. It especially was enough for Sissy, for when he looked to her, she immediately rushed to him, wrapping him in her arms as she smothered him in kisses.

And, with an aching heart, (Y/N) smiled at the two.

Slowly tearing her eyes away from the mother and son, Vanya looked up at her siblings with a proud smile, finding six expressions mirroring hers. She did it.

Vanya did it.

Hearing a zap, Five turned his attention outside to find two friendly and familiar figures standing at a distance. With a small smile, he began out the door, Diego following him. (Y/N) watched them go with slight concern, but it melted away when Klaus nearly tackled her in a hug.

“Oh, sister dear, don’t scare me like that ever again! You couldn’t warn us that you’d be using a clone?! We thought you were actually dead!”

The girl chuckled and hugged back, feeling another pair of arms join.

Then another.

Then another.

Taking in a well-needed deep breath, (Y/N) leaned into the comfort of her siblings. “No… I’m here.”

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“Dear (Y/N),”

Sitting on the floor of Sissy’s dining room were Five and (Y/N), holding each other in a tight embrace.

“I just have to ask: What the hell did we do after leaving?”

(Y/N) swore she had never heard Five laugh so much in one sitting. But everytime the two of them pulled away from each other, he’d stare into her eyes, frown, smile, laugh, then pull her into another kiss. She couldn’t find it in herself to complain, she found it so very comforting, so safe.

“Are we happy? Did we make friends? I hate the mansion so much, so I hope we got a small space. Unless we actually became a famous singer like we wanted, then I guess a mansion would be more fitting, right? I don’t know.”

Pulling away, (Y/N) held Five’s face between her hands, her thumbs gently brushing away the tears falling from his eyes. This sight was one she hadn’t seen in years, one that always broke her heart, but this time, it filled her with relief to know that he could let himself go like this. She wanted to comment on it, but she saw the flash of pain on his face and his smile turned bittersweet. “Stop doing that.” She whispered.

“Doing what?”

“Stop looking at me like this is the last time you’ll see me.”

Five sniffled, pressing his forehead against hers. “I can’t help it…”

“I just hope we’re still with Five, in some way. All I’ve ever known is a life with him in it. I don’t ever want to lose that. He’s such a constant in my life and I just hope it’s the same for you. Nothing could ever tear us apart, not even the future.

“Does he know? I mean, I know he knows. But does he know that we know? What did he do when he found out? Are you guys making it work? I don’t really know what we would do if it wasn’t him.

“Honestly, we would probably find the first guy that reminded us of him. We’re that stupid for him.

“Either way, I hope he’s happy. That’s all that really matters. I hope he got out of the mansion and found a better way to prove to himself that he’s worthy. Rather than showing off his powers, you know? He’s so much more than that. I hope he realizes that.

“I hope the family is still together, despite everything we’ve gone through so far. We all know Dad probably won’t soften up as we get older, so I can only imagine the worst. But I hope we all escaped, I hope we’re all doing good and taking on the world together, like always.”

As she let Five pull her into another hug, (Y/N) looked up to find Klaus aimlessly walking about the house, fiddling with Dave’s dog tags. When he turned to her, the two shared small smiles before he left the room, not before pretending to gag at the sight of the two lovers. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and silently watched Vanya join Diego outside, hoping the two would speak to each other.

“Five, if you’re reading this, I love you. Whether or not I’m dead, whether or not we’re together. I have always and always will adore you. I don’t know if I have ever shown you otherwise, but nothing in this universe could ever keep me from being absolutely enamored with you. You are such a treasure and I’m lucky to have even known you. You’re quite possibly my favorite person I’ve ever known. And that may not be saying much, but it says something, at least.

“I hope whatever life you’re living fills you with great happiness. You deserve it. I know you do. I hope you found your true calling, other than perfecting your power. You are so, so much more than that. You are everything beautiful and I can’t express how happy I am to have shared a childhood and hopefully a future with you. Seriously. If we’re married? YESSSSSSSSS!!!

“Okay, I’m sorry. That was just my way of expressing how lucky I am. I’m sure it didn’t really do my feelings any justice.

“Know that you deserve everything good. Don’t ever settle for less. It simply doesn’t fit you. Know that you have my heart and that at this moment in time, I can’t think of anything more beautiful than you. I adore you more than the words on this paper can say.

With all of the love in my stolen heart,

Your Starlight”

“I love you, bub.”

“I love you so much, Starlight.”

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The sky had darkened significantly as the seven Hargreeves exited Sissy’s home, Five fiddling with his new briefcase as he stopped in the middle of the front yard. Looking around, he watched his family circle up. “Everyone ready?”

Allison, Vanya, and (Y/N) glanced at each other with small smiles as they joined hands. (Y/N) turned to her left and set her free hand on Five’s shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Ready when you are.”

“Let’s do this.” Luther nodded as everyone joined hands. Five let out a breath as Diego set his hand on his other shoulder. Five looked up at them one last time in question before-

“Wait!”

Everyone turned to Klaus, who wore a slightly panicked expression. A few beats of silence passed before he darted towards the porch, snatching a stylish cowboy hat and placing it on his head. Diego growled and leaned close to Five’s ear. “Fifty bucks if we leave him here.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help the smile of adoration grace her features as Klaus quickly returned, a confident smile on his face. He clasped hands with Luther and Vanya before looking back to Five, who nodded in response. The boy glanced down at the briefcase, and that was it before the group disappeared with a zap.

The next second, the seven surrounded a table within the mansion they all grew up in. Five and (Y/N) had been so used to travelling via briefcase that they hadn’t been groaning and moaning like their siblings had. Through the reeling of his head, Luther called out, “Wh… W-What day is it?”

Picking up the newspaper on the table, (Y/N) smiled. “April 2nd, 2019.”

“The day after the apocalypse.” Five clarified, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Wait, so we stopped it?”

“My god, it’s over?”

“Did we… actually succeed at something? That’s incredible!”

Her siblings’ exclamations were white noise to (Y/N) as she slowly turned to the front door. Michael and Jada were out there. They were waiting for her, and had been waiting for days. She had missed them for what felt like an eternity and all she wanted to do was hug them, kiss them, tell them how much she loved them and how sorry she was. Promises of being a better mother, how she didn’t deserve them.

“Sis?”

Snapping out of her daze, she turned to see Diego, who gave her a small smile. “You’ll see them, okay? Get some rest first.”

“Rest?” She blinked. Diego nodded and crouched down in front of her, jutting his thumb behind him.

“Hop on.”

Letting out an airy chuckle, (Y/N) climbed on her brother’s back, resting her cheek on his shoulder as he walked them into the parlor. In this moment, she felt like they were kids again, running the halls of the house as she shouted for him to run faster, to catch Klaus, uncaring that Reginald may stop them at any given moment in time. But he wasn’t here to spoil that fun anymore. And they were once again safe.

At least, that’s what they thought before they saw the painting.

What once was a portrait of Five over the mantelpiece was now of Ben, in a uniform that resembled the one Five wore now, but in red. “What the hell…?” (Y/N) muttered as she hopped off of Diego’s back.

“I knew you’d show up eventually.”

The seven snapped their heads over to the other side of the room, where their father stood.

Not dead.

In fact, he looked anything but. He stood proud and with a calculating look as always. His signature monocle was on his face and not thrown away as Diego had done so long ago.

“Dad…”

“You’re alive…”

Reginald frowned. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

Luther blinked. “Yeah… Y-Yeah, you’re right. I’m… I’m just happy that we’re home and… together again.”

“Home? This isn’t your home.”

“What are you talking about?” Allison scoffed. “This is the Umbrella Academy.”

“Wrong again… This is the Sparrow Academy.”

The sound of several sets of footsteps had the siblings spinning around and peering up at the balcony above them, where six silhouettes stood, including a cube with a green hue glowing from the inside. Sensing a threat, Diego whipped out his knife. And entering from the side, another figure stood before them.

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?”

It was Ben.

It was Ben, and yet it wasn’t theirs. This Ben was alive, but with an entirely different pixie-type haircut, wearing the same uniform he had in the portrait. The expression he wore was nothing the siblings were used to when associating it with their brother. He looked on them with utter disgust and disapproval. As if the sight of them alone was enough to make him feel like he was surrounded by filth.

“And would you look at that?” At another familiar voice, everyone watched as one final person entered the room from where the Umbrella Academy family just was. Her attire was similar to Ben’s, only she wore a skirt instead of slacks. She walked in long, elegant strides until she stopped at Ben’s side, leaning against his shoulder. “One of these assholes looks… very familiar.”

(Y/N) widened her eyes, as well as her siblings, at the sight of an adult version of herself, lazily grinning at the lot of them, her bracelet-clad wrist tapping against Ben’s arm as she mockingly raised a brow at her child counterpart.

In unison, the Umbrella Academy breathed out,

“Shit.”

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Shy but Fierce (Alpha!Christen x Omega!Reader)

Request: alpha christen one where the reader is new on the team and they find out they’re mates? maybe christen is shy but also v fierce when it comes to her new found omega

Pt. 2

Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ for helping me make this thing not as heavy as it originally way and livening it up with her BBQ discussion. Hit me up with Questions or if ya just wanna say hi!

It was a warm wave rolling through your body. The feelings of all your nerves tingling on end and your souls reaching out to intertwine with another’s. You smiled at the warmth spreading through your chest as you made eye contact with the green-eyed veteran. 

Of all the things you expected from your first camp, meeting your mate in the first 20 minutes was not one of them. Your best friend had told you that the team was welcoming, but this was definitely more than you bargained for. 

Nonetheless, you smiled charmingly up at the frozen alpha, lifting her hand to your lips. 

“Well it's most definitely a pleasure to meet you,” You purred, smirking at the blush that crawled up the alpha’s (your alpha’s?) cheeks. 

Rose rolled her eyes at your antics. The alpha had known you since you were in diapers, and in that time she had learned you were not your stereotypical omega. You weren’t meek or shy and loved to flirt. Christen was gonna have fun trying to reel you in. 

Christen opened and closed her mouth several times, wide eyes taking you in. Tobin snickered behind her. 

“What Chris, cat got your tongue?” 

“Not yet, but I’m sure it will soon,” You smirked, lips ticking up at Christen’s dropped jaw. If your alpha was this easy to fluster when you weren’t even trying, this was going to be a blast. 

“Hey hot stuff, middy meeting starts soon, we better go,” Rose smiled, throwing an arm over your shoulder, amused by your effect on the normally put together alpha. 

“Later cutie pie, see you on the field,” You winked at Christen, kissing her hand again before allowing Rose to guide you to where the rest of the midfielders were getting ready to meet. 

Christen watched you go with wide eyes, still trying to process what had just happened. 

“Holy shit, is she always like that?” Christen asked, looking at Mal. If her alpha knew you so well, then she was bound to have insights. 

Mal suppressed her snicker “This is her going easy on you,” 

The omega had heard the stories about you and found them difficult to believe at first. But seeing you in action was pretty inspiring. 

“It’s nice to see after everything that happened with the Courage,” Megan added, watching you carefully. 

She didn’t think she would ever be able to get the sight of you pale and sickly out of her head. You had been so hesitant when you joined the Regin, and Rose had been overly protective (Megan would learn that there was a very good reason why as she got to know you). 

“What happened with the Courage?” Christen snapped, her elation dwindling as she tried to find some sense of unease in your stance. Her eyes squeezed when she couldn’t find anything. Soon enough she would be able to read you like the back of her hand. 

“That’s her story to tell,” Mal said firmly, shaking her head. Christen frowned, she might be shy and “adorable” as you put it, but she would cut a bitch if they hurt her mate. 

*****

“Hey cutie, is this seat taken?” You asked, gesturing towards the seat beside your mate. 

“N-no not at all,” Christen stuttered out, blushing when she accidentally released a small puff of her pheromones. God, she felt like a teenager going through their first rut. 

“Fantastic,” You smirked, sitting down, and moving the chair so it was very close to the alpha, so close your thighs were basically touching. “Hmm, you smell good,” you hummed, leaning in so your nose was nearly touching her neck and breathing in deep. If this was a snapshot into what the rest of your life was going to be, you were completely ok with that. 

“Th-thanks,” She shivered as your cold nose touched her skin, closing her eyes and biting her lip, trying with every ounce of her being to control her instincts. 

****

“You better save her before she melts,” Mal said, leaning into her alpha. Rose carded her fingers through the omega’s hair, scratching her scalp the way she knew her mate liked. 

“Nah, let Y/n have her fun. She hasn’t been this relaxed in forever,” Sonnett snorted, shaking her head as Christen’s face got progressively redder. 

“Seems like Y/n is handling herself fine to me,” Rose shrugged. 

You hadn’t been this open with anyone since she had rescued you from the courage. She wasn’t going to step in between you and the thing (person) who was making you happy. Chris was a big girl and she could handle herself. 

****

“Alright lovebirds, it’s only the first night of camp and you’re already disgustingly sweet,” Ashlyn said feigning seriousness as she took the seat on your other side. You missed the look Ali shot her in your haste to scoot away from your alpha, knocking over your plate in the process. 

Your eyes stayed glued to your lap and your head tilted just slightly to the side. Christen’s eyebrows furrowed as you seemed to sink in on yourself. 

Rose was on her feet immediately, rushing over to put herself in between you and Ashlyn. Christen took that as her cue and was also on her feet seconds later. 

“If it bothers you, Ashlyn, you can sit somewhere else,” Christen growled, stepping around you to act as a barrier between you and the very confused alphas “It doesn’t bother me I was just saying--” Ashlyn sputtered. 

“Well don’t!” Rose snapped, turning her back on Ashlyn to look at you. “You okay KitKat?” 

“Yeah I’m fine,” you murmured, avoiding her eyes, your head still tilting to expose your neck. She sighed. 

“You don’t have to do that. This team is different,” she mumbled, and you nodded noncommittally. 

“You spilled your barbecue.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. 

“It’s Memphis style barbecue anyway, hardly worth eating,” you said, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

“Yeah, don’t know why they bother, everyone knows Kansas style is the best” Becky scoffed, smiling from across the table and winking at Rose. 

“I mean, I would say that good barbecue is one of the only good things to come out of North Carolina,” you said, grinning into your napkin, “but then y’all haven’t tried Cookout milkshakes.”

“What happened in North Carolina?” Christen interjected, and you froze, biting your lip so hard she was afraid you would draw blood. 

Your smile faded, and your eyes took on a faraway look. 

*****

You were not the typical omega. You were outgoing and a bouncing ray of sun that loved to meet new people. On your first day with the courage you had bounded up to everyone, your hand stuck out and a bright grin on your face (an act that had gotten you into serious trouble). 

You looked one too many alphas in the eye before one took a particular offense and forced you to submit. Most of the team and coaching staff had simply watched while she humiliated you. 

As the season progressed, things had only gotten worse and you had become more and more unbalanced. You jumped at the opportunity to get out of there the second you could, thanking God that there was a spot for a striker on the Reign with Rose. 

*****

“Hinkle thought it would be fun to assert her alpha ness,” You shrugged, picking at your fingers, flinching at the weight of Christen’s eyes on you, and the pheromones she was beginning to emit. 

“She forced you to submit?” The alpha asked breathlessly, her heart dropping when you gave her a singular stiff nod, wincing as though it pained you. She was sure it did. It was the greatest form of disrespect. “How many times,” she tried to keep her voice level, she didn’t want to scare you off. 

“Too many,” You said slowly. 

“I would never make you do that. None of us would,” Christen said horrified, kneeling down in front of you, and letting out her soothing scent. Though you weren’t mates yet, it still wrapped around you like a warm blanket, settling your nerves. 

You nodded quickly, grabbing her hand for support. “I know. I could tell. Plus you blush too much to be an asshole alpha,” you smirked towards the end, she smiled in return. 

“You might turn me to mush, but that’s not going to stop me from ripping her head off the next time I see her,” 

She wasn’t the only one who held that sentiment. It was fair to say that a certain North Carolina defender was going to hit the turf a lot next season. No one got to mess with one of their teammates.

[writeofmind]

stress reliever

Genre: smut, fluff

Pairing: Sub!Jennie x Reader 

Warning: slight kinks, dirty talk, rough sex

Type: scenario 

anon: Hey! Would you mind writing a sub!Jennie and Fem!reader story? One where Jennie comes home from practice and needs a stress reliever. Kinda rough in the beginning but with tons of aftercare in the end? Thank you and I love your writing! I inspire to write as well as you one day!

A/N: first, i would like to start off by saying that you are so sweet and i have no doubt that you’ll surpass my writing skills one day soon!!

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Jennie let out a frustrated sigh when she was finally able to collapse in the backseat of the company van. Her body felt like it would have given out on her if practice had gone on for even a second longer. 

She knew she should be grateful for this comeback, but the amount of pressure that was on her and the girls now, especially because of their year long hiatus, was immense. 

The girls piled into the van shortly after, all sighing in exhaustion and leaning in their seats. All they wanted to do right now was go home, eat whatever they wanted, and to rest. To a degree, so did Jennie, but all she really wanted was to see you before she went to sleep. Just seeing your face always seemed to relax her. 

Thankfully, since your manager and members knew of you two, there was no problem with dropping her off at your apartment. 

When Jennie walked through the front door, there you were, sitting on your living room couch, playing video games. You turned your head at the sound of her keys jingling and beamed at her, already softening her nerves.

“You’re home!” You stood and jumped over to her to engulf her in a hug, “I missed you. How was rehearsal?”

Jennie wrapped her arms around you in a small fit of giggles. “It was fine, babe. I’m actually really tired though, so I think I’m gonna get some rest.”

Just by her tone of voice, you knew something was wrong. You pulled away to look at her, tilting your head to the side and holding her by her shoulders.

“What’s wrong, my love?” 

Jennie just smiled at you. She went on the tip of her toes to leave you a kiss on the cheek. “It’s nothing, babe. I’m just going to go lay down, okay?”

“Oh, okay,” you took her hand, “want me to come to bed with you?”

“No, no! It’s okay, y/n. Go ahead and play your games.” She smiled again before kissing you and walking down the hallway. 

So there you stood, pouting as you watched your girlfriend retreat into your shared bedroom. Knowing better than to take that as a “goodnight,” you gave her time to get washed up and settled in bed before turning off your console and following after her. Whenever Jennie was short or dismissive, you knew that something was wrong, and when something was wrong where she wasn’t being vocal, you had an idea of what would cheer her up. 

When you peeked inside the room, you saw Jennie’s back facing you as she laid on the bed. 

Perfect, you thought, and slowly entered the room, shutting the room as quietly as you could. 

From where Jennie laid, all she hear was the shuffling of your feet, the sound of your dresser opening and closing, and more shuffling of clothes. Assuming that you were changing into your pajamas to lay with her, she smiled and shook her head.

Jennie giggled when she felt the mattress sink behind her, your hand slowly curving around the small of her hip to pull her into you.

“I told you that you didn’t have to come to bed, baby,” Jennie turned her head to give you a kiss. You smiled back at her.

“I know. But you seemed like you were stressed.” Your eyes absentmindedly scanned over the curves of Jennie’s body, marveling at how perfect she looked. She always wore a thin tank top and sweats to bed, though she made the material look as if they were brand name. 

Jennie sighed. When you got no reply, that’s when you knew. You knew that she must be stressed beyond belief— she’s been exercising, dieting, and rehearsing nonstop. 

You felt bad for your girlfriend. She always worked so hard and put 110% into everything she did, but in the end, it was always such a toll on her. 

You wanted her to know that she was appreciated, and you knew how to do just that.

At first, you were merely tracing the outline of Jennie’s abs with the tips of your fingers. You watched the way that she would flinch and twitch a bit, probably tickling her as you did so.

You let your hand skim from Jennie’s abs, down her stomach, and stopped at the waistband of her sweats. You noticed another twitch in her stomach as you did so, and you grinned as you played with the strings.

You leaned over her so that your lips just barely touched the shell of her ear. “I can help you with that, baby. Just ask.”

Jennie’s breathing was already shallow, like she was trying to keep quiet. Jennie never liked to tell you what to do when you were advancing on her; she loved your surprises.

Without needing any other cues, you slowly slid Jennie’s bottoms down, leaving her panties on and tracing the outline of it across her hips. Your fingers pushed the band aside, slipping your hand underneath and immediately feeling her warmth cover your hand. Her body always reacted so quickly. 

When you let your finger slide along her core, Jennie’s hushed moans were music to your ears. Your fingers traced the outlines of her folds, only to give her a split second of pleasure by dipping inside, her juices being spread to her own clit.

You were always so amazed at how wet Jennie could get. It was like every touch was a jolt to her body. You wondered how she’d react to something even more.

Scooting closer to your girlfriend, you wrapped your arm around her hip and let your body press against her— Jennie’s breath hitched in her throat when she felt a bulge poking right against her ass. 

A deep blush spread across her cheeks and when she looked at you, you only winked. You could see the look of lust grow in Jennie’s eyes when she realized what you were playing at.

“Be good for me, princess,” You whispered into her ear. She nodded furiously as you took her leg to prop it up, slowly beginning to move your hips against her, purposely pushing the bulge against her entrance.

Just the slight stimulation of the toy teasingly rubbing along her panties was driving her insane. It began to slip by her easier and easier, and you already knew that she was making an absolute mess. Jennie would push her hips back against you, trying to get more friction than you were giving. 

“Baby, please,” the words finally fell from Jennie’s lips. You grinned when you felt her hand reach back to grab at your sweatpants, eagerly trying to pull them off of you.

“Okay, easy,” you kissed the back of her neck and saw her ears burn red. You rid yourself of your own bottoms and resumed your position right behind her, grabbing hold of the toy and making sure to tease Jennie right at her entrance, coating it in her own juices before letting the tip ease in ever so slowly.

Jennie’s moans became high-pitched mewls as you pushed yourself inside of her. The expanse of your cock pushed apart her folds, rubbing itself along the walls of her own heat, stretching her out to accommodate your size. She hissed, throwing her head onto your shoulder as your other hand spread her lips apart to that you could tease her by the clit.

Your finger fell into a gentle rhythm, circling her clit that only increasingly began to grow more slick just as your hips mimicked as well. 

The noises that filled the room were enough to get you off in itself. The sounds of Jennie’s voice, the sounds of her wetness slicking along the toy, the way Jennie pushed her hips towards you to fill her up.

You could only make it inside of her halfway before she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body was trembling, her breathing was shaky. With her bottom lip nearly punctured between her own teeth, you were worried that she’d draw blood.

“Are you okay, my love?”

Jennie only nodded her head. Taking that as a sign, you slowly pumped your hips, trying to fit inside of her by stimulating her more, letting the squelching of her own cum lube your cock for her. As you moved your hips, you felt yourself moving further and further from her, and you shook your head.

“Why are you trying to push me away?” You grabbed her hips to hold her in place and pushed yourself into her completely. You heard her breath hitch in her throat, a choked cry on the brink of escaping, when your pelvis pressed right against her ass.

“I-it’s too big, baby—” Jennie whined. You bit your lip, loving the way she sounded, knowing that even when she complained, she never wanted you to stop.

“I thought you said you’d be a good girl for me?” You left an open mouthed kiss on her neck and took hold of her inner thigh, pushing her leg up and letting it rest on your knee. As you did so, your hips began to thrust harder, going faster, deeper, until the bed began to rock and creak with every motion.

“Ah— y/n—” Jennie was gasping as the force jerked through her body, her hands reaching back to grab at your hair and pulling you in to leave hickies all over her neck. When your teeth sank into her skin, Jennie let out a groan that sent chills down your spine.

“Do you like when I take you from the back?” You hummed into Jennie’s ear. Her body was growing hot. You could tell that she was aching, not in pain, but in desperation to finish. When you received no answer, you fisted your hand into her hair and tugged her head back, getting another choked whine in return. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.”

“Y-yes, I love it,” her breaths were broken, only able to pronounce a syllable every break between the thrusting of your hips, “fuck, fuck baby— please, just make me cum—”

Hearing Jennie beg made something snap in you. All you wanted to do now was hear her sweet moans of release, and you decided to do just that.

Your thrusts became relentless, using your hand on her thigh as momentum, loving the way Jennie desperately grabbed the back of your head. 

You shifted angles, making sure you hit her in all the right spots. 

“Oh, fuck...” Jennie cried out. Her voice began to grow faint, fading in and out between loud moans and quiet begs, and as your hips slammed into her core with her breast cradled in your hand, she reached her limit.

Jennie’s orgasms always sent you into a state of euphoria. To know how well you please her, to hear the way your name constantly fell from her lips made heaven seem so close.

The sheer volume of her moans made your own body tense up, and as your own body followed suit of her spasms, Jennie pulled you against your lips in a ravenous kiss. Her nails dug into the back of your neck as she rode out the entirety of her release before loosening her grip, soon becoming limp in your hold.

As you both came down from your highs, you were sure to leave soft kisses on Jennie’s temple. 

“You did so good for me, baby,” you whispered as you slowly retreated your hips, making sure to not hurt her as you did so. Jennie’s breathing was deep and scattered, and you watched as her chest heaved to try and catch her breath.

You got up from the bed to discard yourself of the toy and made sure to grab a couple warm towels to clean Jennie up. When she opened her lidded eyes, she gave you a weak smile.

“Shit, babe...” her voice was raspy and you giggled, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to get up...”

“That’s okay, baby, just get some rest now.” You wiped away all of the hair from her face, slick with sweat, before using another towel to clean up the mess you made between her legs. You were sure that you would have to change the bed sheets tomorrow, but for now, you decided not to disturb your girlfriend. 

After taking care of Jennie, you crawled into bed behind her once again and cradled her in your arms. She turned into you and buried her face in your chest. As you watched her breathing steadily return to normal, you gave her a kiss on her forehead and thread your fingers through your hair.

“I love you, Jen.”

Your whisper drifted by her ears. Her eyes were already closed, but as she melted in your warm embrace, a small smile crossed her lips, and you knew she heard you.

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Mirio x reader

After Party

Warnings: 18+, intoxication, NSFW, quickie

I knocked on Mirio’s door and was quickly greeted. “Hey beautiful!” I blushed at the compliment and walked in his room. “Are you going to a party tonight?” I asked him. He was dressed nicely, a casual party outfit. “Yeah. Are you not going?” You liked to party but you promised yourself to just wait for the break to party since you wanted to study more. “Nah I have stuff to do, but do have fun. I came by to get a charger from you. My cord broke in my bag.” Mirio went to search for a charger cord the minute you said you needed one. “Here take this one it’s really good.” He handed you a long wired charger. “Thank you I’ll give it back-“ he hushed me and said to keep it.

I stretched my arms back and began to put my work away. It was really late, how did I not fall asleep? I organized my room before getting into my bed. Just as I got snuggled into my blankets and started to feel cozy, someone knocked my door. I groaned exaggeratingly and stomped to the door. Carelessly just unlocking it without checking who it was. Luckily it was just Mirio. He looked absolutely drunk. “Mirio! How did you get here?” Hopefully he took a cab or something. He walked in front of me and tried to press his body on mine. He picked me up and spun me around. “Mirio please put me down!” He only held me tight in his arms like I was a toy he always wanted. He kicked his shoes off and headed to my bed. He laid me down on my back and climbed over me while removing his shirt. What the fuuuuuuuuuuuck. His hands carressed the outside of my thighs and he put himself in between my legs. I scooted back but he crawled up, following me. His hands went from my thigh to my top. “No!” I grabbed his wrist as he tried to pull up my shirt. “We’re not getting naked! Get off!” I tried pushing him with my legs but he was like a Boulder. “Awe come on. Just once, I’ll be gentle.” He tried to swindle me. “You always say that and then you just- wait!” He tore my shirt in half and instantly held on to my boobs. “I love your breast so much. You always complain about them, but look how they fit perfectly in my hands. See?” I turned my head and kept my hands on his wrist. He kissed my cheek and trailed kisses down my neck. His fingers flicked my nipples and I couldn’t help but moan. He knew exactly how to touch me. He sucked my neck and made sure to leave a huge trail of hickeys down to my breast. “Mirio your lips are too high.” I complained. “Hmm? But then no one will know that you have me. I’m just showing others how present I am in your life.” He kissed my chin and then continued his sucking. He began to grind against me making me wet just from feeling his buldge.

A tear rolled down my cheek as he continues to play with my body. I felt his eyes looking over me. A hand wiped my tears away. I turned back to look at him and he stared down at me. He smiled so softly at me and I expected him to stop. He pulled the blanket over us and reached down to my panty and pushed them aside. I started to flail about. His palm rubbed my clit and his fingers played with my vagina. “Mirio listen, we can do this any other night. Just not when you’re drunk.” I said trying to push him away. By now he has gotten his zipper down and exposed his dick. “Drunk? The only thing I’m drunk on is love.” He stroked himself as he listened to me try to hide my moans. “But you’re also really wet. I can’t just let you go to sleep like this. I have to take care of my sunshine don’t I?” He said leaning down to kiss my jaw. My jaw trembled, I felt so submissive and I hated how he always makes me feel so horny. And only he can calm me down. I remember times when I really had him stop and it was torture just trying to go through the day without release. “Please take care of me.” I said embarrassed. “Come on now, you can beg better than that, right baby?” He nipped at my ear lobe and that’s where I broke. “Please Mirio, please take care of me. I need you to make me cum.” I heard him groan before his finger dipped into my vagina. He was teasing me. “Let see how good you look coming on my fingers before I make you look dumb from my cock.” His cocky side was coming out. His finger wasn’t enough, I wanted more or something else. He slowly added another as if he read my mind. Then another. “You’re really wet for me baby. I like that, so wet for me.” He commented. “Such a good girl. I think you deserve a reward.” He moved his head down to my waist. I bit my lip just waiting on his tongue to lap at my clit.

His fingers were digging deep, wiggling when he would push them in completely. He looked up at me as he dipped his head and licked my clit. “Touch your breast for me baby.” I indulged him and played with my nipples all the while keeping eye contact with him. His tongue was really something. Licking up and down then sucking and his fingers were rubbing against my g spot as his tongue flicked. “Mirio! Ahh!” My nipples were forgotten for now. He was bringing me to my climax and I was sure as hell high. He moaned against my core and my body shuddered at the vibration. My hand reached into his hair and I arched my back. It was so intense I couldn’t even make a sound. My hips grinding on his lips as I came. His mouth slurping up my juices really made me want more. My body fell onto the bed and I jumped every time he gave my clit a lick. She was sensitive right now, no one touch her. “Fuck! That was a glorious sight. You’re so cute angel.” He came up and kissed my cheek. He was careful not to put his weight on me as I breathed heavily from my orgasm. “Take a deep breath for me.” I gasped when he slapped his dick against my clit. Slowly dragging it to my vagina. He was no child in size. And I’m always amazed with how big he gets. He looked me in the eyes as he pushed himself in. Watching as I whined under him and as my face contorted from his length. It’s like all my veins and nerves were feeling it sending pleasure shocks all over my body. “How are you feeling my beautiful angel?” He asked as he stayed still. “You’re so big, I love it.” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, yanking him down for a kiss. He took this as a cue to move and began to thrust his hips. As he got comfortable enough to move nastily between my thighs his pace picked up and his thrusts down made echoing slaps in my room. I moaned in his mouth, raked his back and rolled my eyes behind closed lids. He broke the kiss and grunted into my neck.

The blanket was damn near suffocating us so I pulled it down and Mirio sat up. Quickly pulling out and shoving his pants off before plunging back inside me. I looked down and watched his dick slide in and out of me. He moved slowly as I watched, nearly drooling at the sight. “Your pussy takes me so fucking well. And it looks so gorgeous, I would love for you to see you the way I do. Is that a blush I’m spotting?” I looked up at him and he sent a particularly hard thrust inside of me that had me moan out. “Ahh~! Not so rough. Please.” I begged but he did it again. “You’re mine, right angel?” He asked just wanting to hear me stumble out an answer. “Y-yes. I’m yours. Mmph! Mirio p-please!” My back arched and I felt him ramming my cervix. He began to go faster and the bed started to hit the wall. “Oh baby. Fuck yeah!” He shouted. He clamped my mouth shut with his hand and pressed all of his weight against my body. His hips rising high and falling back down. My screams muffled and the mattress bounced under us. My bed hit the wall as he fucked me. He was literally pounding me into the mattress. “Ah! Fuck fuck! Hnnnnngh!” He moaned loudly on my shoulder and bit it at times to settle himself. He slowed down and bit my shoulder hard. Tears spilled from my eyes and I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or pain. My walls fluttered and he got faster. “Don’t cum yet.” He commanded but how does he expect me to hold it in if he keeps hitting those spots that made me see white. My body spasmed with my vagina. He stopped and groaned as he pulled out.

I sighed heavily as he pulled out. I was exhausted and so was he but there was something in him that kept pushing him to go on. He pulled me up and had me sit on his lap. He leaned back on the head board of my bed and I leaned against him. He pat my butt to lift my hips. His left hand held his cock and his right hand held my hips, keeping me aligned with his length under me. My chest leaning against his as I waited for him to push my hips down. Our bodies were hot and slick against each other. His hair almost covering his eyes, sticking to his forehead a little abs very messy. “How do you feel sunshine?” He asked looking at my fucked out face. “Im-impatient...” I blushed and looked down at his chest. My hands squeezing his shoulders and his hand squeezed my hip. “Greedy, aren’t you?” His hand pushed my hips down onto his girthy cock. I bit my lip as I felt him stretch my hole. My hips took control automatically and stopped half way. I bounced on the tip, using the balls of my feet for support. “Damn baby.” He moved around under me and his nails scratched my skin. His hands gripped my skin rather aggressively and he forced my hips down to the base of his dick. “You’re a real tease you know that.” He tucked his arms under my thighs and set the pace for me. I moved my hand between our body’s and rubbed my clit. Mirio watched me and I felt his dick twitching inside me. “Mmph,” I held back a moan and he looked up. “Trying to make yourself cum? Gonna squirt on me? Nngh! Yeah you like when I talk dirty.” He moved his head to my breast and sucked my nipples. My hips bucked and I bounced faster. I wanted to feel more but I wanted him to cum as well. I moved the hand between us and leaned back on his knees. Picking up my hips and dropping my ass down on his lap. I spread my legs and widened my knees to pick up the pace. “Oh baby Ahh! Oh fuck! Argh!” Mirio stared at my body watching my hips move up and down his member as he holds onto me trying to slow me down. “If you keep going I’ll cum.” He warned me. But that’s what I wanted. I wanted him to fill me up. My hips moved faster and he bucked up to meet my hips. Matching my pace and chasing his orgasm. “That’s what you want? You want my cum? Aagh! Mmmmmmngh! Sunshine shunshine sunshine. I’m gonna fill you up baby!” He released his grip on my body and slapped my inner thighs making them quake. His thumb rubbed my clit and my body convulsed. My eyes roll back and my hips jumped. Mirio watched me try to move through my orgasm and laughed. “So pretty. I love you so much.” My legs trying to stay open and my hips trying not to buck uncontrollably as I came over him. “Please cum in me Mirio. Hhmmmph, I want your cum, please.” I begged and as if some feral side of him had submerged, he pushed me into the bed and pounded me into the sheets. “Ah haah! Mmmngh!” I moaned under him. Each thrust making me shout in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum. I’m, I’m cumming!” He shouted into my neck. His hips still pumping his Vick in me as he spilled his load deep into my womb. My cervix was taking so much abuse from his dick it left me sore and aching. His load made my womb warm. It was too much to keep inside of me and spilled out onto my sheets.

Mirio pulled out panting over me. His hand cupped my sex and he used a finger to pushed his cum back inside of me. “Thank you baby.” He said kissing me. His tongue licking my lips. My mouth parted and he dominated my mouth so easily, whimpering as he fingered his cum back inside me.

[barbasbodaciousbeard]

Down a Sitter

Just a thing based off @teamsladsandgents​ ask earlier tonight

Sonny has to go to court with his newborn daughter in a carrier. Pretty short and fluffy.

Dominick Carisi Jr. was nothing if not a hands on father. Ever since Emilia was born, he never hesitated to step up. His wife was able to work from home, and he’d take over as soon as he walked in the door. Today, however, she was on a girl’s trip through Sunday, and Thursday’s arraignment court appearances started with a panicked phone call from the sitter. Allison had broken her arm tripping over her dog and was on her way to the hospital. With his family at work, he was delighted and appalled to realize his daughter would be accompanying him to court. He had four cases on the docket, and while he wasn’t sure he wanted her exposed to the kind of crimes he prosecuted, reminding himself in the mirror she was three months old made him remember she wouldn’t understand. It also wasn’t the actual trial where there would be witnesses and photographs and accusations. Once he did, he was excited for everyone to see her, even if he was suddenly aware that maybe Amanda or Liv could have watched her long enough for him to hurry into the court room.

Carefully, he dressed them both. He knew it was a little sentimental, but he made sure his tie went with the flowers on the leggings he pulled over her onesie. Would anyone else notice? No. Would he know? Yes. Besides,  Olivia would be there, and he was certain he couldn’t resist showing her off, probably freeing her from the carrier afterwards to be passed around the squad room or the office. When he stopped at Hogan Place, one of the newer assistants was the first to stop him. 

“I thought you had arraignment?” she asked, brow raised as she looked at the top of Emilia’s sleeping head. 

“I do. The sitter broke her arm and Mrs. Carisi’s on a girls’ trip.” He contorted a little more than he normally would, tugging at the carrier and resting his hand on the back of Emilia’s head with a dimpled grin. “She’s the cutest thing in the world though, ain’t she? Arraignment should only be the morning and then I’ll be working in the office.”

“She is pretty cute,” she chuckled. “I’ll cover you if you need a long lunch.”

“I appreciate it. You can meet her better when we’re back. I gotta hurry or I’d show her off better now.”

He dropped the diaper bag in his office, opening his briefcase to consolidate it. He managed to fit a few diapers and the wipes, scooting a file over to add a bottle. Once it was shut again, he placed a hand on her head as they walked. With each person who noticed him walking through offices and by his usual coffee stands- how could they not? The carrier was pink- he gave a little wave, tilting his lanky torso to show her face. She was sound asleep, and he guessed she’d wake up during the walk and fall back asleep within an hour. That should give him time. As if on cue, she woke in the sun and babbled softly up at him.

“Oh yeah, Emmie?” he asked, putting his briefcase into the xray and stepping through the metal detector. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Taking your baby to work today, counsellor?” the security guard asked, chuckling at the sight. He figured it was probably funny, a pink carrier and little legs in floral leggings and little pink shoes on her feet. There was also the way the carrier seemed wider than Sonny’s slim frame or the little hands balled into fists that found there way to his chest.

“Yeah. Sitter cancelled. Means a daddy daughter day, work or no work.”

He continued as he normally would, only he stopped to talk to everyone he could while Emilia was awake. When they couldn’t talk, he’d lift her little arm in a wave to the people he saw during each trip. Sonny Carisi was also nothing if not friendly. He spotted Olivia, letting out a laugh at the look he got. The squad had all come to the hospital, but this was her first time seeing Emilia since she’d gone home. The little girl held his index fingers tightly as he stepped beside the lieutenant.

“Say hi to Lieu,” he grinned, moving so that Olivia could see her and she could see Olivia. Emilia looked at her with wide eyes, babbling softly.

“Hi Emmie,” she cooed, hand going to the little girl’s back. “As great as it is to see her, why is she here?”

“Y’know our sitter? She broke her arm. With my misses still on her trip, I figured Emmie could sleep through court. You wanna go to lunch after? You can hold her. I’m sure she’d love cuddles. The baby smell is the best. My new favorite way to go through court.”

“That sounds great, Carisi.”

He was, of course, correct, and Emilia was asleep again just before time for him to stand up in court and arraign the four cases he had. They’d been placed in a row on the docket, and he had chosen not to acknowledge the fact there was a sleeping girl so content against his chest. His face maintained his usual courtroom composure, and the hand on Emilia’s back as he leaned to transfer the stack of files from his briefcase to the lectern before him. 

“And who is your co counsel?” the judge asked, and Sonny could hear the amusement in her voice. 

“Emilia Carisi,” he said plainly, rolling his neck to pop it as he reviewed the file in front of him. 

“Is she going to be an attorney then?”

“If she decides to. But, I believe we’re here about the charges against Mr. Thomas.”

As they went through each case, he ignored comments from the defense. If his hand hadn’t been resting delicately on the back of Emilia’s head, the carrier and baby could be removed easily, and he would look like he did any other day. His thumb brushed back and forth over the wisps of hair, as he explained the charges and asked for bail. Only Benson could see the barely there tensing of his jaw when the defense treated Emilia as proof he wasn’t taking the proceedings seriously.

“Childcare fell through, and I felt it was more important your client be arraigned in a timely matter instead of pushing the matter off another day. We can do that, if you feel it would be more to his benefit than being able to make bail in an hour.”

That stopped the commentary, and he was able to finish all four cases, hand only leaving the top of her head to let her hold his fingers when she woke. As soon as he left the courtroom, he smiled again, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.  “Let’s go find Lieu so that we can go to lunch,” he whispered to her. “Thank you for not crying.” Emilia babbled back to him happily as he spotted Olivia and they made their way out. Before they’d started down the steps, he’d unstrapped the carrier, beaming at Olivia.

“You gotta hold her Lieu. I helped make her.”

Also tagging @cycat4077​ because our boy

[tinyyoungblood]

quarantine madness | t.h

summary: you knew quarantine with tom was going to drive you both nuts, but now he wants to reenact a scene from age of ultron and possibly break his back, and you’re ready to punch harry for going live on instagram to share his brother’s misery with the world

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: just fluff

requested by: @shythingstudentdragon

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Thud.

“Y/N, are you awake?” A deep voice whispered.

You rubbed your throbbing temple and stared dizzily at the mop of brown curls. “I just body slammed the floor. Do you really think I could’ve slept through that?” He grinned cheekily and pulled you back up, but the simple motion made your head spin, and he was quick to steady you.

“Careful,” he said. You let out a paltry grunt and collapsed back onto the couch. Harry glanced at you for a moment before darting to the kitchen while muttering jumbled words under his breath. From afar, tiny exciting paws reverberated against the hardwood floor and you forced your eyes open to greet the precious bundle of joy.

To your luck, Harry had opened the blinds to the living room, allowing sharp sunlight to flood what once used to be the comfort of a dark cave. You almost hissed. Pitch-black eyes were jumping up and down in front of you and you were quick to scoop Tessa into your arms.

“Hey, baby,” you cooed. “Did you get here all by yourself?”

A snort sounded from the side, and your eyes flitted to a warm smile leaning against the doorframe.

“She did. She’s a big girl now. In fact, she drove us over all by herself, right, love?”

The couch dipped as Sam sat beside you to pet Tessa as she frantically whipped her head from side to side as if to wholeheartedly agree. A chuckle slipped from Sam’s lips before his gaze locked with yours. Concern crossed his eyes.

“Y/n.” He licked his lips tentatively. “I’m saying this in the nicest way possible, but you—”

“You look like shit.”

Harrison entered the room and crossed his arms with a look of disapproval and worry on his face.

Bemusedly drawing your brows together, you cocked your head and listened to the footsteps coming from the kitchen. “Is Twain also going to pop out of nowhere? How did you guys even come in?”

Silently walking over, Harry handed you a glass of water, his blank stare never wavering as you chucked the liquid.

“Spare key.”

Harry took the glass from you and placed it on the coffee table. “And Twain’s coming over later. Thought we might check in on you guys. See if you’re still alive.”

“It definitely doesn’t small alive in here,” Harrison said, grimacing.

Someone had opened the windows, and you had to admit it was nice to breathe crisp clean air again. Cowering under their worried looks, you crossed your legs and glanced at the clock on the wall. How was it already three o’clock?

“Okay, maybe quarantine got a bit over our heads,” you said and picked up a sock from the armrest. “But it’s not like we’ve gotten completely insane. We’ve just been…wasting away.”

Sam eyed the towering stack of Blue-Rays on the coffee table and a teasing grin swiped over his lips. “Wasting away with a movie marathon, I’m assuming?”

You smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “Not much else to do around here.”

Stretching your limbs with a gratifying sigh, you placed Tessa on Sam’s lap and stood up. “I’m hitting the shower, guys. Make yourself at home.” You gestured spiritlessly and patted Harry’s shoulder on your way out. Just as you stepped over the threshold, you spun around and stared at Haz’s leaning figure. “Where’s Tom?”

“Would you look at that.” He laughed, his crystal blue eyes loosening up from the stern gaze. “It only took you five minutes to remember your boyfriend’s existence. And they say romance is dead.”

Swatting his arm with a mock scowl, you looked around the living room and then spared a glance into the hall. “Seriously, we fell asleep on the couch together. Where is he?”

As if on cue, a loud thud bellowed from above, and your eyes widened. You had already turned on your heel and dashed upstairs before anyone could answer. The door to the office room fell open and you gawked at the sight ahead.

Tom was sprawled underneath the long velvet sofa, holding it up with both arms. He lowered it with a heavy grunt, and lifted it again with an even heavier grunt. He seemed to be deeply entranced in his action, not even taking notice of the footsteps nearing him until they stopped right by his side.

Stopping mid-action, he looked up and beamed at you. “Hello, darlimg.”

“Hi, love,” you said, amusedly. “Busy?”

“Uhm.” His eyes flickered to the sofa. “You could say that.”

“Just one question, Tommy.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why?”

Tom blinked at you. “What do you mean why? You know why.”

He was quick to scoot out from underneath, jump on his feet, and stand in front of you with the faintest scowl plastered on his face. You racked your hand through your tangled hair. “But I don’t. Should I know?”

His mouth fell open. “Yes. Yes, you should. You were there.” Your face remained expressionless. “Yesterday? When we watched the Age of Ultron scene on Clint’s farm?” Nothing. He groaned. “When Steve and Tony had an argument and Steve ripped that log in half, and you bet I could never do that?”

Finally, realisation crossed your mind. “Tom, I was half-asleep during that part. At that point, I was just mouthing gibberish,” you reasoned and laughed lightly, but it died down the second you realised Tom was not fining any trace of humor in this conversation. “You know I didn’t mean it, right?”

Vibrant blue caught your attention and your eyes flitted across the room to a blue yoga mat in the middle of the floor. “Oh no.” You groaned and let your head fall into your palms. “You’re going to rip a log in half?”  

Your question was muffled, but Tom caught it and nodded proudly when you met his gaze again.

“You could seriously injure yourself, you know that?” He hummed and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your cheek before wandering over to the mat.

“For instance, you could get a splinter and die of blood loss.”

Again, he hummed while lowering himself to the ground, starting with slow pushups.

“And you would die before Spider-Man 3 was filmed and the whole world would just explode in chaos.”

“Yes, love. You’re right,” he said in between pushups and you sighed.

“You’re going to do it. You’re going to rip a log in half. I’m dating a maniac.” You threw your hands up and spun around when Tom hummed again, stopping what he was doing to lock eyes with you.

“I think the others are right. We’ve gone insane,” he said.

You nodded and hugged yourself as your giggle settled into a soft smile. Your expression melted at the sheer sight of your boyfriend making a complete fool of himself merely to prove his point. A second later you noted that he still managed to look too attractive for his own good.

Your eyes trailed the lines of his back muscles, screaming to tear his tight gym shirt in half, and down to his prominent bicep, flexing with each movement. Knowing there was no point in trying to persuade your competitive dork of a boyfriend, you left the room to take a much-needed shower.

The rest of the day went smoothly. As planned, Twain stopped by and together with the boys, you had managed to have a nice afternoon consisting of board games and trivial chatter. It was nice to be surrounded by other humans again, and you appreciated their company.

But what you appreciated a little less was Tom’s sudden spur of insanity. It’s been almost four hours and the guy didn’t find it in himself to stop preparing for what he had now titled the “Big Reveal”.

He was everywhere and nowhere. When you couldn’t find him plank in the middle of the living room, he was probably doing sit-ups on the staircase. At some point, you and the others had just accepted his new maniacal hyperfixation.

It was the kitchen encounter at 7.25 PM when you had finally found the courage to ask him the godforsaken question. It wasn’t by choice, really, but rather a lost bet with the others.

You were attempting casualty, maneuvering around his body to snatch a random bowl from the kitchen counter like it was the most normal thing—stirring air with a fork. Tom was currently doing pull-ups and you watched for a moment how his arms flexed and sweat glistened across the skin of his forehead.

“You alright, love?” His voice pulled you out of your trance and you shuffled on your feet.

Clearing your throat, you spotted the tiniest hint of a smirk revealing itself on his lips, and your eyes narrowed. “I’m good, thank you,” you snapped and rounded his body to stand in front of him. “You ready for the Big Reveal?” The words made you grin inevitably, but Tom didn’t notice. He plopped to the floor and beamed at you.

“I think so.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ready to regret yesterday’s words, love?”

                                  ───

“Wait, I didn’t agree to go live. Harry, no.” Tom’s warning fell on deaf ears as his brother simply grinned at him. He held up his phone and filmed the two of you with the back camera.

“Too late,” he mouthed and you were left with no other choice than to wave awkwardly.

“Hey, guys. Welcome to this very much unplanned Instagram Live.” He doted a mock glare in Harry’s direction and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his side.

“Some of you might already know, but this is my lovely girlfriend Y/N. Trust me, she’s usually not this stiff.” Tom poked your side and flashed you a toothy grin. Playfully gasping, you leaned forward and spoke to the camera.

“Hi, guys.” You smiled. “Some of you might already know, but this is Tom. Our not-so-friendly neighbourhood psychopath.”

The boys snickered. You winked at the camera while Tom chuckled next to you. It was infectious and never failed to make you smile and feel at ease, so you continued your role as a moderator. After you had explained the absurdity of the situation and gestured to the provisional log standing representatively on the grass, it was time.

Stepping backward, you watched as Tom confidently, but with a certain waver of caution, picked up the log to examine it. A fleeting shimmer of doubt crossed his eyes but it was gone with the blink of an eye.

It seemed like the whole of London had agreed to stand still. There was only the sound of your droning heartbeat that filled your ears. The others had frozen completely. Even Tessa watched curiously.

Tom’s eyes flicked to yours and back to the camera. “If I break my back, you know who to sue.” He laughed heartily when you swatted his arm with a gasp.

“Just do it, Holland.”

And then it happened.

Gripping both sides of the log, Tom tugged at the piece of wood until it ripped down slowly in the middle and tore apart only a second later.

The yard exploded with noise.

The boys shouted, yelled, and cheered while running across the grass. Harry whipped from left to right like an excited child, trying to capture every moment.

Only you stayed put on the spot, your eyes flitting across the yard to the big ax stuck in another log. You cracked a private smile. It seemed as if only Tessa had caught on, and you winked at her knowingly. Your gaze wandered back to Tom and Haz who were both standing in front of Harry and talking to the phone.

“He might have lost his mind, but not this bet and never his fashion sense,” Harrison said proudly into the camera and Tom showered in glory.

Coming down from his blistering high, he turned around and his gaze landed on you. With a broadening smile, he was quickly by your side and smothering your cheek with tiny kisses.

“Thank you.” Kiss. “For doubting me.” Kiss. “I would’ve never made it if it weren’t for you.” Kiss. Harry came closer with his phone and you jokingly pushed Tom away, feigning a disgusted face.

“Move over, man. I don’t like you that much.”

The others laughed, and Tom leaned in, his warm breath fawning over your face as he chuckled. Lifting your chin with his hand, he guided your lips to his and captured them in a kiss.

“Get a room, mate!” Sam shouted from across the garden.

“There are children watching!” Harrison hissed.

You pulled back from the kiss and rolled your eyes at their quarrel, smiling. Unwrapping yourself from Tom’s embrace, you stepped back and gave the camera a two-finger-wave. “Alright, enough PDA. It was great to talk to you all.”

Just as you had turned around, a hand curled around your wrist and pulled you back.

“Not without me.” Tom leaned in again, nose bumping, and a dreamy smile hanging onto his lips. You huffed, but your grin betrayed you.

“Fine,” you said.

Tom pecked your lips and pulled away, hugging you even closer. He flashed you a cheeky smile and said, “But I’m not going, so neither are you.”

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can’t believe i’m back. it’s only been like what? four years? :’) hope you liked this one! thanks for reading <3 

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[wonniesmile]

❥ playground! (ep. 2)

⤷ ellie’s moments in playground episode 2! (ft. txt <3)

⤷ bulletpoint format!

⤷ after a long wait, episode 2 is finally out! don’t forget to leave suggestions for new fics!!!

“HOW THE HECK DID YOU BEAT ME AGAIN.”

huening and ellie were once again playing on the nintendo, waiting on the others to finish getting ready for the next shoot.

“ellie please. please let me win. just this once...for my dignity.”

the boy gets on the floor and starts bowing.

ellie starts freaking out, obvi.

“NO PLEASE DON’T BOW!”

she’s in a very frantic state at this very moment, no clue why...but, i mean it’s ellie...right?

“what’re you guys playing?”, “oh- um- mario k-”

ellie looks up from her position, DUN DUN DUN.

that was like...really cringe, i’m so sorry.

it was none other than the choi beomgyu. standing. right. in. front. of. her.

“oh- oh my god- uh- h- he- hello!” she musters up a greeting and quickly bows.

“you don’t need to bow ellie! we’re friends!”

oh no, this poor girl’s heart.

if she dies from an early heart attack, it was bcs of choi beomgyu, just giving everyone a heads up! /j

anyways, her face was like BEET red.

from across the room, her members were watching her every move.

sunoo was laughing at how serious the rest of them were.

“can you guys like...idk...calm down? she’s literally fine.”

“i know, but...” (jake)

“but what?” (sunoo)

“oh you know...” (jungwon)

“can ya’ll finish the damn sentence?” (sunoo and jay)

“it’s nothing...” (sunghoon)

“jesus christ, you guys are insane.” (sunoo)

“five minutes!”

ellie’s head shoots up.

“darn it, i almost beat you.”

“not even close huening, ellie is the master.”

her cheeks, once again, burn up.

before she could thank beomgyu, ellie is pulled away by jungwon.

“what the heck wonie?”

“it’s time to go.”

she’s obviously very confused? what was getting into him?

choosing to ignore his attitude, ellie obliges and lets the boy drag her into the studio.

he spoke no words...very odd.

ellie started overthinking...did she do something subconsciously???

“places please!” she massages her temples and goes backstage to wait for her group’s cue.

the episode started with each group dancing on stage.

their instructions were to “have fun!”

she gave it her ALL, messing around...and even getting into a dance battle with riki.

she found it absolutely hilarious, but unfortunately, her face dropped at the sight of jungwon.

obviously, something was bothering him, but she didn’t have the courage to ask...at least not now when everyone seemed to be having fun.

jungwon was not one to show his emotions outwardly, so to a normal person, he seemed like his usual self.

but, ellie knows better, she can read jungwon like the back of her hand...something was up.

she made a mental note to herself to ask him if he was ok after the shoot.

the first game was an absolute BLAST.

they were competing to see which team they would have to play on.

since there was an odd number of people, ellie didn’t have to compete against anyone. instead, she got to choose which team she wanted to be on.

(she secretly enjoyed it)

she looked at the two teams in front of her.

her original plan was to go into the yellow team so both teams would have an equal amount of enhypen members, but she felt iffy about doing so because of jungwon...

she could possibly be overthinking things, but she didn’t want to take any risks.

making eye contact with him one last time, she looks over at the red team and points finger guns at them.

“yay ellie!” beomgyu seemed way more enthusiastic than everyone else.

of course, ellie’s heart rate quickens at the weird observation.

the team name choosing was absolutely wonderful.

beomgyu came up with ‘brave dummies’ and for some reason everyone went with it, not that ellie was complaining because it was REALLY funny.

this episode required a lot more physical activity than the last one, which she had no problem with.

she led her team to victory during the first game with the tubes and ping pong ball.

got picked up by beomgyu hai!

wait wait wait...let me set the scene for you guys because...it was something else.

after winning the race, the 7 teammates all did a group hug, ellie being shoved into the middle while the rest ferociously chanted “ellie! ellie! ellie!”

kinda scary...looked like a cult from the outside lol.

she was so confused.

all of a sudden, a figure picks her up from behind and starts cheering very loudly.

she looked absolutely terrified because she had no. clue. what. was. going. on.

and when this poor girl turns her head back to look at the person carrying her, all bodily organs in her shut down.

her eyes went blurry and suddenly she couldn’t see, her kidneys failed, her limbs detached from her body...it was insane.

jay and sunoo, being the teasers they were, laughed at the look of the flustered girl.

it was...so much.

when beomgyu put her down, she felt her life flash before her eyes.

she still couldn’t believe what just happened, placing a hand on her forehead to see if she was sick??? for some reason.

she literally could NOT think straight after that.

the rest of the episode felt like a blur.

during the flag game, she failed oh so miserably...

“you ok?” jay teasingly asks her.

“leave me alone.” *cue her side eye*

“hehe.” (jay)

she felt so bad for doing so badly during the game, she kept apologizing :’).

“ellie! its ok! none of us did good :)” thank god for yeonjun.

she had to lay her head down onto ni-ki’s shoulders because she felt so defeated.

ni-ki responded by hugging her by the waist.

“don’t worry, i did horrible too.”

she hummed and pouted.

the screaming from the others made her feel a lot better.

“there’s that smile!” sunoo squeezes her cheeks.

the other team won, obviously.

she examined jungwon, he seemed like he was doing a lot better, seeing him enjoy himself was all the reassurance ellie needed.

oh good god...the next game...hahahaha.

it was...hai!

they had a piece of paper in which they had to fit all their teammates on, it was...intense.

she tried standing in the middle of jake and ni-ki, but was pulled by kim sunoo to stand in between him and beomgyu.

she froze up, god...can’t you just act normally ellie? (this was to herself btw ;) )

she tried not to think about the close proximity between her and beomgyu, instead giving her all into the game.

“ellie, it’s alright, step on my foot.” yeonjun tells her.

“are you sure?”

“yes of course.”

she cautiously steps on his foot, making sure not to put too much weight into it.

they got past a good amount of rounds, the last one is where they REALLY struggled.

“i have an idea!”

ellie announces while clapping her hands.

“i think if we put our feet in this pattern...”

she shows what she means by using her own feet as an example.

“it would save space...we can hold onto each other for balance like all the other rounds and our other foot can come up. the foot on the ground will serve as a stabilizer.”

“that’s SUCH a smart idea!” yeonjun smiles at her.

“thanks!”

jake couldn’t resist it...it came as an automatic reflex. he moves his hand around to squeeze her cheeks.

“miss smarty pants saves us yet again!” (jake)

she glares at him and hits his arm.

(there was a slight smile on her face though)

with ellie’s strategy, their team wins yet again!!!

they huddled into a group hug while the other team groaned in defeat.

“ellie should’ve joined our team!” soobin yells.

she giggles.

the final game was a big round of yut nori, which ellie still had NO CLUE how to play.

“do you know how to play?” beomgyu asks her.

“not really?”

“no worries, leave it to us!”

ellie blushes...yk...the usual.

ellie didn’t do much through out the game, following whatever the others told her to do.

by the end of it, you’d think she’d know how to play, right? wrong!

she still, to this day, doesn’t know how to play yut nori :))).

she was sad as the shooting ended, knowing that they probably won’t be able to shoot together with txt for a LONG while.

it was so very fun getting to hang out with her seniors, though beomgyu was a bit too much.

after they said their goodbyes on camera, it was time to say goodbye off camera.

soobin suggested that they make a gc together, to which everyone happily agreed to!

beomgyu asked ellie for her number, which she shouldn’t have though much about considering he was the one making the groupchat for them, but a girl can dream right?

after hugging everyone goodbye, her group moved back into their dressing room.

“i’m exhausted.” sunghoon mentions.

ellie’s eyes did feel heavy.

the 8 of them have been shooting all day and they could all probably agree that what they needed now was a nice long nap.

she moved over to where sunghoon was laying down and tapped the boy to ask him to scoot over so she could lay down as well.

the girl cuddled into sunghoons warmth.

“sooo, you and beomgyu, huh.”

“why? are you jealous?”

“maybe...but you know who is Very jealous right now? and who you should probably talk to bcs he’s definitely upset?”

her eyes widen, finally realizing.

“oh my god, i gotta go.”

she climbs out of sunghoon’s embrace.

“i was comfortable ellie!”

“yeah yeah!”

she runs out the dressing room, frantically searching for jungwon.

she accidentally bumps into beomgyu.

“woah there, where are you going???”

“i’m so sorry! uh- i have to go talk to jungwon about something, i can’t really stay for long...”

beomgyu nods his head and motions for her to go.

she finally finds jungwon at a vending machine, grabbing two drinks.

“yang!”

she finally reaches him and drops her body down to catch her breath.

“i’m so sorry.”

“about what?”

“sunghoon said you were upset with me about something...and i wan- (deep breath) i wanted you to know that no one will ever replace you or any (deep breath) any of the other members (deep breath).”

jungwon stays silent for a bit before chuckling at the sight of the girl’s state.

“oh ellie...” he gently makes her look up by her chin, “don’t worry about it, i knew you would never do that...i just got jealous seeing you blush at beomgyu so much...”

the last part was barely audible, but ellie understood.

she giggles, “i didn’t know mr. yang was the jealous type!”

he glares at her, “whatever.”

she smiles and hugs him by the neck.

“let’s go back, we’re heading home soon.”

ellie pulls jungwon by the hands.

“wait,” he fishes for the two drinks still left in the vending machine, “this is for you.”

it was strawberry milk, her favorite.

“thank you, kind sir.”

the two walked back hand in hand.

“is wonie feeling better~” heeseung teased.

jungwon mocks his face.

“time to head back!” their manager calls out.

“god i cannot wait to sleep.” ellie groans.

“ellie~ can i sleep next to you tonight?” ni-ki pleads with his eyes.

“why not sunoo?”

“he wanted to switch it up today, apparently.” sunoo clings his arms with ellie’s.

“i mean of course you can riki, just promise me you’ll actually sleep and not watch videos all night.” ellie stares at him.

“promise.”

she smiles and hooks her free arm around his.

“now...let’s go home.”