#today we have soft timmy

[kteezy997]

Daddy's Boy-Part Thirteen(the end)//t.c.

Warnings: angst, cursing, smut, pregnant sex, little bit of dirty talk

In the weeks following the honeymoon, your belly really started to grow. Both of your boys were obsessed with the bump. Theo would bring in his favorite books into your room to read to the baby at bedtime. Timmy would lay his head on the bump, caressing it, and whisper sweet little phrases in French.

It was even better when you found out the gender and you all could call the baby by his name, Dylan. You came up with his name as Timmy had wrapped the Bob Dylan film that he had worked so very hard on for years. When he heard your pick for your second child's name, he was in love with it. "It's perfect." he said.

"Dylan Chalamet. It's so cute." you replied, hugging your husband and giving him a kiss.

Theo learned how to write his baby brother's name, and even colored him a picture for his nursery. "That's me, daddy, mommy, and baby Dylan." he explained, pointing to each of the adorable stick figures he had drawn, with each name spelled out perfectly.

"We will put it in the baby's room, just above the crib. That way he will see it every morning when he wakes up." you said, hugging your son before taking the drawing to hang it up.

Theo kept one of your ultrasound photos and slept with it every night as if it was a teddy bear. When Timmy discovered this one night, he became emotional. You could even see the tears welling up in his eyes. He pulled you into a hug, saying, "He's going to be the best big brother."

........

Time flew by during this pregnancy, and before you knew it, you were ready to pop any day.

One night during your ninth month, Theo was oddly quiet during dinner. Afterwards, he opted to work on his spelling words in his room by himself.

As you cleaned the dinner table together, you decided to mention your concern for your son to Timmy. "Do you think Theo is acting a little weird? Like he's not quite himself today?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure what's going on with him. You should get off your feet, babe. Go sit with him in his room, talk to him, okay?" Timmy answered, stepping over to you to press a sweet kiss on your cheek while he gave a soft rub to your large belly.

"Okay. I'll see what’s bugging him."

.......

You knocked on Theo's bedroom door, opening it and peeking your head in, "Hey buddy, is it okay if I come in?"

He was lying on his bed with his papers in front him and responded, "Yeah."

"You were really quiet during dinner, is everything okay, Theo?" you asked, your calming mom voice was present as you sat down on your little boy's bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." he mumbled, writing out one of his spelling words.

You frowned, not fully convinced by him, "Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything, is it something to do with the new baby coming?"

Theo shrugged, not looking up at you. "I don't know. It's just that I don't want you and Daddy to forget about me when Dylan gets here."

You could feel how sad your boy was, and it hurt your heart that he felt this way. You put your hand on his head, caressing his hair to soothe him. "That could never happen. We are going to love you and Dylan both equally, we could never forget you. You're our son, we love you more than there are stars in the sky. Don't you know that?"

Theo sighed, "Yeah, I guess. But what if Dad likes Dylan more than me and doesn't want to play with me anymore?”

"Oh, Daddy will always want to play with you. You guys are the best of friends, and when Dylan comes, he will be Daddy' other best friend, but nothing will change."

He put his chin on his hand, tracing letters, "Okay."

You realized what he needed. "Come with me, you should talk with your Dad about this."

...........

You took Theo by the hand into the kitchen, finding Timmy at the sink, washing dishes.

"Hey," your husband greeted you both, "is everything alright?" he set the wet, clean plate in his hand into the dish drying rack on the counter.

"Theo is having a hard time with the baby coming. He's worried that you won't want to play with him anymore." you explained.

Timmy frowned, grabbed the dish towel nearby to dry his hands, "Hey," he said, kneeling down to Theo's height, "don't think like that. We'll always be buddies, that will never change. We'll just have Dylan to hang out with too, and I will never let you feel left out, okay?"

"Do you promise?" Theo asked, his eyes widening at his father.

"Of course." Timmy answered, holding out his pinky finger. As he let Theo wrap his own pinky around it, he asked, "What is a pinky promise?"

"The most solemn vow there is!" the boy said, smiling.

.......

You came into your bedroom later on, after tucking Theo in. Timmy was already under the covers. You figured that he was naked, as you had been making love nearly every night the last couple of weeks. You were always in the mood lately. It felt amazing to ride him, or for him to fuck you softly from the side. You both typically loved the missionary position, but with a basketball-sized belly in between you, it was nearly impossible.

You smiled at your husband as you got into bed. It felt so relieving to lay down and be off of your swollen feet. "You were great with him tonight." you said, taking his hand in yours.

"Yeah, well, you set it up for me. He just needed reassurance." Timmy said, squeezing your hand lightly and caressing his thumb over your hand.

"You don't always have to praise me." you told him, resting your other hand on your baby bump belly.

"Oh, but I do. How could I not give you a compliment every chance I get?" he cooed, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.

You leaned into his kiss just for a moment, but then you felt the baby move awkwardly in your stomach. "Oof." you said softly, moving your hand toward where the movement was.

Timmy sat up, "Everything okay?" His protective mode was engaged.

"Yeah, yeah, I think he's just moving lower. Just getting ready to come out."

"Okay. At least all the sex is working to induce the birth." he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Yeah, I think it's working nicely." you turned to him, kissing his lips. "You're doing great, Daddy." you smirked. "But I'm ready for him to be out of me." you giggled.

Timmy grinned as well, giving you another kiss. "I know you are, baby. But he'll be here really soon."

"Ugh, I know. I can't wait to meet him." you scooted closer to him, then rested your head on his bare chest.

"Theo is worried about you giving birth."

"Oh,” you frowned, looking up at him, “did he ask you about where babies come from?"

"No, not exactly. He was just curious if it would hurt you to have Dylan come out."

"What did you tell him?" you sat up in the bed.

"I told him that it would hurt, but the doctors can give you medicine to help with the pain. He’s just worried about his mom. I have to admit, I am not looking forward to seeing you in that amount of pain.” You could see the genuine concern in his green eyes.

“Oh, honey it’s okay.” you touched his cheek, “You’ll be there with me, so I know everything will be okay. Besides, when it’s all over, we will have our sweet baby boy. And Theo will have his brother.”

“He’s been so excited about the baby. I hope what he was feeling today is only a temporary thing.”

“Oh I’m sure once he sees the baby, all his worries will be forgotten. Anyway, I'm not looking forward to the day when he does ask about where babies come from. I hope he asks you."

"Me?" Timmy laughed, "Why me?"

"I don't know, because you're both boys. And because I don't want to have that talk with him, he's my little boy. So innocent, you know?"

“Yeah, I guess it would be easier to understand for him when he’s not talking to his mom. That’d be awkward as fuck.”

“Which is why when the time comes, down the road, you’ll be having the sex talk with both boys.”

Timmy visibly winced, “Oh man, I do not want to think of our boys being that old. But I do love having sex talk with their mom.” he then snuggled close to you.

“Is that your segue into having sex right now?” you giggled.

“Yes. Is it working?”

You climbed onto him, throwing your hands into his hair, “Of course it is.”

Your husband gave you a sly grin as you leaned to kiss him, and you softly bucked your hips in his lap. His cock grew hard within seconds.

“Mm, push my panties to the side.” you moaned against his lips.

Timmy did as he was told, sliding the fabric away from your pussy so he could sheath his thick cock inside of you.

You moaned deeply, trembling at the feeling.

He held your hips, looking up at you, his eyes wide like a child looking at a lit up Christmas tree. “You’re so amazing, y/n, you feel so good.”

“Ahhh.” you pulled him into your tight embrace, bucking your hips as best as you could with your belly in the way. He filled you up perfectly, the rubbing on your walls made your pussy throb around him.

Timmy held onto you, sucking on your neck, nibbling along your collarbone. “Yes, baby, fuck me. That’s it.”

He was always so sweet and encouraging lately, it turned you on even more. You grabbed his hands, plopping them onto your heavy breasts, and plunged down on him harder.

“Just like that, fuck.” he praised, scrunching his brows in pleasure and biting his lip. He watched your breasts as they bounced under your oversized night shirt.

He started to rub your breasts, the wet slapping sound underneath you thundered through the bedroom, and you were brought over the brink of your orgasm. You could feel Timmy come inside of you as well.

I am ending this story for now, but I could be persuaded to do a sequel, if enough people would be interested!

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Litter

Info - breeding kink, soft Dom, stress, pillow princess reader, trying to get pregnant, cock warming, cream pie, unprotected sex, sub space

I'd had such a terrible day. Stress at every turn. I wished desperately that I was in Timothée's arms but I had to make do with texting him. He'd had to work late every day this week. I had no reason to think today would be different.

I slumped into the house. I was almost happy Timothée wasn't home. We were trying to get pregnant. I didn't have the energy to be sexy right now.

However, when I turned on the living room lights there he was. He was naked and had a rose clenched between his teeth.

"Weady to ake a aby?" He asked, voice distorted from the rose. I burst into uncontrollable tears.

"Woah!" The word was clear as he dropped the rose and darted forward with worry.

"Angel what's wrong?" He asked.

I didn't even fully know why I was crying. I wiped my eyes and let him hold me close in his arms.

"I'm s-sorry," I sniffled. "I had the worst day. I just can't be sexy for you Timmy. I am so sorry."

"You? Not sexy? That's absolutely impossible," he scoffed. "If you give me the chance I'll show you just how sexy you are."

"You would?" | asked. He was already on his knees slipping my skirt down.

"Baby, just let me take control," he he begged. He was kissing my thighs and then got to my clothed pussy. H kissed it over and over until I was practically a puddle of mush.

"Okay," I said. I slithered down in his arms. He laid me down on the blankets he'd prepared.

"You're so beautiful. So stunning and sexy in every way. Don't ever think you're not everything I want," he said softly. My panties were gone. Next my top and my bra. I felt free and peaceful.

"Mmmmmm," he's buried his head in my stomach and moaned against the skin.

"I can't wait to fill you. To have your stomach grow with a baby. I can't wait to parent with you," he sighed. He drew designs on my stomach. "A baby, with the love of my life."

"Timothée, let me put on lingerie, or ride you or something. You put so much work into-"

"Absolutely not," he protested. "You will lay back and feel good."

"But Timmy I-"

"You will feel good," he growled. He had pinned me down by my wrists and he loomed over me. His dedication to having me feel pleasure was so sexy my hips involuntarily bucked upward.

"There's my girl," he smirked. He kissed down my throat and buried his face in my neck. He slowly guided his cock deep inside my pussy.

"Oh, Timothée," | gasped. The way he thrusted, it couldn't be explained, it refused to be. His hips snapped so deep and yet the strokes were so long, making sure every space of my pussy was filled. There was the sharp loss of fullness and then the euphoria of my heat brimming with his member.

"You feel like a dream, like one I never want to wake up from," he said in a voice laced with such lust I could've become dizzy.

"Timmy, my Timmy, feels so good!" I breathed.

"That's it, that's my girl, doesn't need to do a thing, just let Timothée breed you," he said gently.

"Oh please," I begged. That word had gone right through me.

"Your perfect pussy. You want it to be bred? You want me cumming inside you until you burst. Didn't even have to do a thing for me to spill my seed inside you," he cooed in my ear as he massaged my breasts. I was heaving, my tits lifting into his hands with my breaths so that he could touch them more.

"Timothée, oh, yes," I could hardly speak as I lifted my hips to meet his.

"That's it lover girl. Up and down, just let me slide my cock in and out. I'll breed your womb so deep. I'll fill you with a litter of pups. Every one bred deep in your womb," he was chanting the words like they were holy.

"Oh yes, yes, fill me. I want to be bursting with cum," | pleaded and wrapped my body around his.

"You want my seed to be so plentiful inside you that you're leaking?" He whispered in my ear. His cock was pounding inside me. He went so deep I was surprised I wasn't already pregnant.

He grabbed my jaw and I whimpered as he kissed me deeply. His cock was drilling inside me. I could feel myself slipping into fuzzy sub space. It was only me and him floating on clouds in a land of pure bliss.

"I'm going to breed a litter of pups into you Mon amour," he said darkly. I exploded. I was wailing and my nails dug into his scalp as I brought his head to me to kiss him. He sucked my tongue as he moaned and let loose inside me. He was fucking his cum deeper and deeper inside me. The wet stickiness felt too good to describe.

"Oh Timothée, that was perfect," | heaved.

"Let me take care of you now," he said, making to get up.

"No, no, baby, cork me up a little longer. I really want that huge load to stay inside me and impregnate me," ! begged. He thrusted once more and I moaned.

"Anything for you Angel," he smirked.

[dre6ming]

Christmas tree shopping

The delicate beginning rush

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warnings: smut, sex, explicit content, mentions of blood, crying, bad family relationships, fluff

Word count: ~3000

Plot: Christmas tree shopping puts a small dent into your heart considering the past, so when Austin asks that you do it together, you have some holdbacks.

I love Christmas! And that's that. I've always loved it, ever since I could understand the concept of it. I adore the buzz of the crowd searching for gifts, the smell of Christmas foods, the decorations, the songs, the movies. I mean you'd have to have a big lump of coal for a heart to not like Christmas. But with all my love for this time of the year, this year I'm just not feeling it.

As I walk the crowed streets of New York all on my own, with my big fluffy scarf covering most of my face, I look around at the stores wondering where I could go next, dreading going home, where Austin waits for me so we can go Christmas tree shopping. When he proposed the idea that we go together, I just nodded and smiled, but in my heart a big hole was being uncovered. I used to go Christmas tree shopping with my dad, some of my favorite memories with him, are of us choosing a tree, setting it up in the living room and decorating it together. Those were some of the best hours in the whole year. But then the divorce happened right before Christmas, no one bought a Christmas tree, I didn't even bother decorating that year, I stayed over at Timmy's house, then the year after that, was mine and Austin's first Christmas together, but he was with his family and I went again to Timmy's house.

This year though, he wants us to have a Christmas together together. He suggested that we spend it over at his LA home, but Christmas is supposed to be cold and wet and snowy, not sunny and hot, so we are going to have a small party at my apartment on the 25th, until then he wants all the Christmas stuff to be done. Which I'm more than happy to do, but I was hoping we'd get a fake tree from Amazon or something.

I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my coat and I know I can't ignore him, or he will get worried, so I sigh, taking the phone out and answering the call. "Hi, Aus! I'm still looking at a few shops, they've got really nice things out here, I bought some stuff." I lie, having not bought even a single thing. "Don't worry darling, I was just checking in, what do you say, I come get you with the car and then we go to the Christmas tree market?" He asks so sweetly, it hurts my heart. "Um actually I don't know, I don't think I'm gonna be much longer, so just wait for me back at the apartment." I hate the anticipation of the disappointment in his voice. "That's fine Y/n, just be safe, I love you!" I close my eyes and rub my temple with my free hand, feeling a headache creep it's way to me. "Love you too!" I cut the call short and keep walking, smiling as I spot the rusty old sign from Frank's record store.

As I enter the smell of cinnamon and chocolate, hits me, soft jazz playing in the background. The store looks empty today, except for Frank, sitting behind the counter, reading a book. As the door bell rings he looks up from his book and smiles at me, getting up to come hug me. "Hey kid, haven't seen you in a hot minute. Though I've heard plenty of you. I never knew fruitcake makes you sick" he laughs, referencing my latest album, a Christmas ep called fruitcake. "Very funny!" I giggle, unwrapping the scarf from my neck and undoing some of the buttons on my coat.

"Well I've been busy, but I'm home for the holidays." I say, looking around, skimming through some of the new records he has in store. "Hm I bet you're busy, touring arenas and all. Hey kid look what I have here." Frank says as he goes to the back and brings out a mysterious vinyl. "It's a first edition. A mix done on vinyl in the 90's, all your favorites are on here." He explains, replacing the vinyl he had one with the new one he brought. "Last Christmas I have you my heart.." the song starts playing and I start singing along.

"Want some hot cocoa?" Frank asks, putting the closed sign on the door, as I take of my coat to be a bit more comfortable. "Of course I want some, extra-" "-Whipping cream, I know" he finishes my sentence, making both of us laugh. As Frank goes to make the hot cocoa, I take my phone out and text Austin.

Me

Hey, something came up, I'm over at Roxy's place. Can we reschedule?

Austin

Sure, hope everything is alright. Love you 💜🧶

Me

Ofc, love you too

I hate lying to him, but I just don't feel like having a therapy session right now. "Hmm perfect!" I smile taking the cup from Frank and drinking some of the delicious hot beverage. "So any big plans for Christmas this year?" He asks, and I start telling him all about the dinner me and Austin are hosting for friends and family.

Before I knew it I had spent a few good hours over at Frank's store and then I had to call Matt to come get me with the car and drive me back home, as it had gone dark outside. So now I'm in the elevator, watching the buttons of each floor light up, until we get to number 10. I walk in and the whole place is quiet, no sight of Austin or any cats, so I guess that he must be sleeping. Tiptoeing to my room I find Austin sleeping on the bed with Simba and William cuddled up to him. Walking into the closet I try to make as little sound as possible and I start to take off my clothes.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I let out a small scream, startled for a moment. "Shh it's me" Austin whispers against my ear, kissing down my neck, I lean into him and reach my hand back, to comb through his thick hair. "It's ok.." I moan as he sucks the skin right above my collarbone. His hands travel down my abdomen and unbutton my jeans, his right hand sliding down between my legs, into my underwear. "Austin.." I sigh, putting all my weight on him. "Shh, don't talk." Austin says

He's skilled fingers work me like magic, his left arm tight around my waist holding me up, as he plugs a finger into me. I gasp, fisting his hair, as he moves slowly inside me. "Shh no talking." He repeats, after I try to moan his name again. This is something we've never done before, he usually likes me talking during sex, and he encourages me to be vocal, but this time he wants me to be quiet.

I'm lost in my train of thought and don't realize the moment he pulls his hand away and picks me up, taking me to the bed. "Aus?" I ask concerned as he removes my jeans but not my panties. He looks at me, but there's no tenderness like before, he looks mad? "No talking." Is all he says, as he takes off his clothes and puts on a condom, getting on top of me. "Aus baby, is something wrong?" I ask touching his face. A faint smile crosses his face and a glimmer of something sweet shows up in his eyes. My heart beats at a thousand miles per hour and I'm aroused as ever, but something is off.

"Nothings wrong, I just want to feel you." He says, kissing me, his hands going back to their ministrations. We move in sink and I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. Austin's hands go immediately to my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples. "Fuck!" He grunts as I sneak my hand down and pump his cock, touching his tip to my covered pussy, wishing right now there was no thin layer of cotton between us.

"Please!" I beg as his head nudges at my wet pussy, brushing against my clit, sending electric shocks up my spine. "Fucking hell!" Austin curses, guiding his hand between us, to push my panties to the side, quickly sliding into me. I wince in pain, as he usually takes his time opening me up, but this time he seems to be in a hurry. His lips find mine and he swallows my whimpers. When he's all the way in, he stills and waits for me to give him the ok to move. After a few moments of sitting like this conjoined, with my legs around his waist, my hand in his hair and his around my waist, something changes, something in him, he starts feeling warm and soft, unlike the cold stiff feeling he was giving me before, it's like he melts into me.

His hands moves up my body, wrapping tightly around me. "I'm sorry!" He says in a broken voice. "It's ok, doesn't hurt anymore, please move." I say caressing his cheek, encouraging him to pull his hips back. When his pelvis meets mine again, fireworks sparkle behind my closed eyelids. Austin starts a slow pace, each time going deeper and deeper if that were possible. The room is filled my muffled moans and skin slapping noises, as both of us feel closer and closer to the sweet release. "Shit Austin, I need more, please!" I beg arching my back to give him a new angle.

Austin groans in my ear and picks up the pace, placing one hand behind my head on the pillow and the other on my clit, rubbing slow circles. "I love you! I love you so much!" I say, feeling closer to my orgasm, my walls spasm around hid twitching cock. "Fuck!" His voice sound strangled and he moves faster, sloppier. "I love you I love you Iloveyou!" I say over and over again and over again. He keeps his moves fast and rhythmic, I curl my toes and pull on his hair, my orgasm wrecking through my body, tingling head to toe. Austin keeps moving until I feel him tens and he cums moaning into my shoulder.

We sit a few minutes tangled together, breathing in sink, his heart thudding against my chest. The  without a word, Austin pulls out, leaving me empty, getting up and going to the bathroom. I'm left staring at the ceiling, wondering what this whole experience was just weird. I sit up in bed and wrap myself in my fluffy robe, getting up, going to the kitchen to drink some water.

I keep thinking what just happened, I can't imagine what must have happened to make Austin act like this. It's not that the sex didn't feel good, it did, but it felt like he was somewhere else, or at lest trying to be somewhere else. "Are you hungry ?" I jump at Austin's voice, dropping the glass of water on the floor. Without thinking I try to reach for the broom, to clean this up, but I step on a shard of glass. "Aw, fuck fuck!" I let out, holding onto the counter, lifting my leg up to see if the cut is bad. It's only a small shard, so the cut is barely a graze, but blood is already coming out of it. "Don't move!" Austin warns, walking around the broken glass and water, coming next to me. He puts both hands on my waist and lifts me up on the counter, the going to clean the mess I made.

We sit in silence, as he cleans and I feel the blood dripping down my foot. When he's done, he goes away and I start thinking if he just left me here, which I know is stupid, but my brain can't stop making weird scenarios up. "Show me your leg!" Austin says, kneeling down in front of me, cleaning my wound and putting a bandage over it. "All done!"

"Are you mad at me?" I ask at the same time as he speaks and he blushes, looking the other way, avoiding my eyes. "Where were you today?" He asks and as I open my mouth to answer he interrupts me. "Don't lie, Roxy came over, thinking you were here." I sigh and jump off from the counter, ignoring the pain in my leg. I wobble a little bit, despite my best effort, so Austin puts his hands up around me, ready to catch me if anything were to happen. I look him up and down, thinking about what I could say, I could just tell him the truth, but I haven't really told him much about mine and my dad's relationship. He waits patiently for me to answer and the way his arms are still around me, like waiting for a hug, makes me want to melt right into him, but I choose the childish part of me, pushing him away and walking past him.

"Did something happen?" His voice sounds like an echo and for a moment I feel like he didn't even speak and it was all my imagination. I turn around slowly, looking at his face, his eyes are read, teary. "Aus-"

"I know you weren't at Roxy's place, you didn't answer your phone, you were out shopping all day and yet, came back with no bags or nothing." Austin's hands are shaking, so I walk up to him slowly, taking his hands in mine, but he takes a step back, pulling away, which breaks my heart. "Can we sit down? I can explain everything." He shakes his head and I close my eyes taking a deep breath, preparing for the things I'm about to say.

"I was at Franks store, I did go out to buy somethings, but my head was somewhere else so I didn't get anything, just walked around." I start saying and he fiddles around with his hands. "Why?"

"I wanted to go Christmas tree shopping, but it just it hurt to much. I haven't gone shopping with anyone other than my dad, it was our thing, but I'm no longer a part of his life and it's, it's like slowly learning how to breathe again." His face saddens more, but this time, the sadness is pointed my way, and I appreciate his empathy, but I'd like if he'd stop. "I'm sorry I really am, it's just been hard on me to.." my voice breaks down and I lick my lips, tasting the salt of my tears.

Austin closes the distance between and hugs me tight. "You should have told me, I'm sorry, we don't have to go if you don't feel like it, baby" he says rubbing my back, holding me close to him. "I think if you go with me , I could do it. " he chuckles, kissing the top of my head and we stand hugging for a moment.

"Aus?" I ask softly something still on my mind. "Yeah?" "Is something wrong, you felt a little cold, you know, earlier." I feel him stiffen a bit, so I wiggle out of his arms to look up at him. "Well I was worried about you and my sister told me that she and the kids are down with some virus and can’t make it to Christmas, so I was just filled to the brim with worry." I smile at him, touching his hair lightly, placing some flyaway hairs back. "Oh my baby, want some hot cocoa? And how about we bake something?" I say, walking back to the kitchen counter and getting things ready for a feel better night. "Your butter cookies? With orange?" He asks puppy eyed, making me giggle. "Well I did just buy some oranges yesterday, so why even ask?" I say putting milk on the stove to warm up and already measuring the right amount of flour and sugar.

Between finishing the hot cocoa and adding the flour to the dough, someone decided to start a fight with flour, so we're now laughing, picking flour from our hair, as the cookies rise. "You're such a child." I chuckle, wiping his nose. "I just couldn't help myself" he shrugs, smirking at me.

The next morning we wake up as late as we can and now we're enjoying a shower together. His hands wash my skin tenderly, massaging all the stiff spots. "I don't think I'll ever get bored of washing your hair!" He admits, bubbling the shampoo between his hands, then applying it to my hair. "Well I'll never get bored of you washing my hair, so lucky for you!"

After what must have been the slowest start of day in months, we finally enter the Christmas tree market, hand in hand. Being here does feel weird without my dad, but not as bad as I thought. Austin squeezes my hand three times and that calms me a bit, so I take a deep breath, looking at all the trees. "Can we get a huge one?" I ask already having my eye on one. "I was thinking smaller, but whatever you want." He says, looking the opposite way the trees that are way too small for my liking. "How about two trees?" I suggest, smiling at him.

"Honey I don't think we'll fit in the elevator with this." Austin says, as he pull down the tree that's almost twice his height, from the roof of my heel. Driving around New York with this on top of the car was of course something out of a comedy. "So up the stairs?" I ask hoping he'd say "no"

"I think so." He sighs, looking with dread at the staircase door. "Ok then.." I say defeated, locking the car and getting ready to help him.

Around the 2nd floor it feels like I'm dying, we decided that best way was for me to go up pulling and him pushing form down. "I think we're going somewhere." I encourage, already cursing myself for not going to the gym enough. Austin laughs, form somewhere behind the tree branches. "Yeah the North Pole!" He jokes

On the 10th floor we  stop at the door of the apartment, him in better shape than me, but still just as tired. "You have no idea how lucky you are I love you!" Austin says, kissing my cheek. "I love you too!"

"Is it straight?" Austin asks from under the tree, trying to place it in the tree stand. "A little to the left!" I instruct. "My left? Or your left?" He asks, out of breath. "Mine, ugh no, yours. I don't know, can you get out of from there?" I ask and he comes to sit next to me. The tree is still very much crooked, but I think I like it this way. "I think I like it this way!" Austin says, rubbing my back. I snuggle into his side and stand on my tippy toes to kiss him. "I think I agree!"

"I think I love you!" He says, picking me up and spinning me around. "Did you notice that you kinda picked a tree looking like me and I picked one looking like you?" Austin jokes again, but as I look at the two Christmas trees, now realizing that the very obvious height difference does resemble the one me and Austin have between us. "I think we just did the funniest thing." I admit, going to the boxes on the floor and taking an ornament out, placing it in the smaller tree Austin chose. "Merry Christmas, y/n! I love you!" Austin says, placing and ornament in the tree I picked. "Merry Christmas Austin, I love you too!"

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What about you...

Timothée Chalamet x reader

Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You and Timothée have been dating secretly. Both of you want to keep the privacy. But what will happen when his PR team has a new great idea?

Words: 2,4k

Warnings : none really, angst, fluff

Disclaimer: Hi, this is my first fic. I'm sorry if there are any faults English isn't my first language (French is). And also, no hate to Kylie or their couple. If they are happy, that's all that matters.

He slowly opens his eyes, carefully too so the light won’t burn them. But when he opens them fully, he is clearly not disappointed because the sight that comes before his eyes is just perfection.

You lay there sleeping peacefully, maybe dreaming of something nice he doesn’t know. What he does know is that your sleeping form made him smile.

He doesn’t want to wake you up but when he saw what time is it he knew that you would have preferred to be awake with him right now than sleeping all morning. It was almost time.

So he raises his head so that he could see your pretty face better, gently nudging you so that you would get off of your sweet dreams.

“Hello mon ange, Rise and shine”, he whispers with a sweet voice, but he has nothing from you . He tries again, and this time, you groan. “Oh come on, I know you’re awake, mon ange”. This time, your groan was even louder, causing him to chuckle. “My beautiful groaning monster” he sings, but stop when you slap him... well when you try to, but really, you just hit the air.

“I’m not a groaning monster” you pout “And I’m not awake yet” giving him the opportunity to swarm you with kisses all over your face getting loud giggles from you.

“So are you awake now?” he grins.

You slowly turn your body so you’re facing him, a big pout on your face but when you see his smile you immediately drop the act “Good morning Timmy”, you say with a tired smile.

“Good morning, mon cœur”, he smiles bright. It’s like his lips can’t go down anymore. “Come on, give me a hug” he gestures with grabby hands for you to come into his arms.

“I don’t want to move” you pout again.

“Okay you choose your fate” he says, and you don’t have the time to react before he is on top of you.

“Timmy! You are crushing me!”

“Don’t care. I. Want. A. Hug” He says, pausing to give you a kiss on your face.

“Okay okay okay, I’ll give you a BIG hug, but first you have to move, you big baby”, you say.

“You promise?”

“I promise”

He smiles again and moves the two of you, so now you’re the one on top. And you just stay there, laying with your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat while he soflty draw on your naked back but nothing sexual, just the two of you enjoying this particular morning.

After a few minutes Timothée looks at the clock on your bedside and sighs.

“Is it time?” You ask, clearly sad to what’s about to come.

“Yeah” he kisses your head answering with the same tone as you. He doesn’t want to move from you

“We have to move, or I’ll be late”

“Okay... I'll go get your breakfast and you finish your bag?” You say really sadly again. The mood is just sad this morning. You start to get up, but he stops you. “What?”

“Can I at least get a morning kiss?” he asks, causing you to smile again. That’s all he wanted. Well, he also really wants a kiss. And you oblige, kissing him softly. He hums, and you giggle while detaching you from his soft lips.

You get up and walk to the bathroom with the clothes that you prepared yesterday while he puts on his and makes his bag, taking the last things like his charger, his hat, and glasses. You go out and make your way to the kitchen to open the fridge and take his box with his food and a fresh bottle of water. It is like you are in robot mode. You just don’t want today to be real, and yet here you are, packing your bag with all your keys and your wallet. Timothée comes into the hall and starts to put on his shoes, and you join him to do the same. When you’re both ready, you look at each other.

“Ready to go?”, he asks with a sad smile while putting his hand for you to take.

“Ready” you say with the same smile, of course taking his hand.

You both go in your car, and you start driving. You both talk, like the sad mood went off for a moment, just happy to still be together. And after what feels like too early for the both of you, you arrive and park the car. You both go out of the car and take his bags. And then you stop, facing each other. The sad mood resurfaces. It is time. You both don’t know what to say, so Timothée just opens his arms with a smile. You smile back and go to hug him.

“I’m gonna miss you” you say, causing him to engulf you more.

“I’ll miss you more” he says. He’s really going to miss you, so freaking much. He doesn’t want to open his arms. He wants to go back with you to your home. He’s on the verge of tears, but he can’t let them go. It will only make this moment harder for the both of you. He knows he has to go now, so even if it kills him, he pulls away slightly to look into your eyes. Your beautiful, gorgeous eyes. He will have to wait to see them again with this sparkle that he loves. He takes your chin with his hand, and he kisses you. He hopes you can feel all the love he has for you with the way he kisses you. Because he does love you so much that it hurts.

“I love you”, he says when you both pull away.

“I love you more”

“I don’t think that’s possible” he grins, and you smile again.

“Well I think we both know who loves the other more, but I'll let you think otherwise this time” you smirk, causing him to laugh loudly. “Now go before I cry for real” You push him lightly, not really wanting him to go.

“I think you already are” he says, wiping the small tear on your cheek, and you both chuckle. He puts on his hat and glasses, you making a joke about where your boyfriend goes. He groans because he knows that you’re mocking him on his abilities to hide from the paps. He looks at you again.

“I love you”, he says again, not caring if you are boring from all the time he says it. Little did he know that you couldn’t get bored of him saying it.

“Really really really?”, you ask. That was your thing.

“Really really really.” He answers, and you both let go. He starts to walk to the entrance, looging back to give you one last smile and a little wave that you return. And with that, he finally walks through the doors of the airport.

That was one month ago.

Right now Timothée is in a meeting with his PR team. It’s supposed to be important, but all he can do right now is think of you. He misses you. He’s already been away from you for this long, even much longer. Nothing is new, but he still clearly misses to wake up by your side.

“Mr Chalamet? Mr Chalamet?.... Timothée!” A hand slaps on the table, causing him to jump and look up at the clearly angry face of his manager. He chuckles while scratching the back of his head, embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming.

“I’m sorry I was so focused on your new tie that I lost what you said” He throws his most charming smile. Of course, I'm not trying to flirt with the man but more in the hope of not getting a sermon from him. Last time, he lost the blazer from one of his interview’s outfits he wanted to keep so badly. Jack sighs, and that’s a sign that’s he is clearly annoyed but also a sign that he will let it pass. “So what’s the matter again?”

“You are dating Kylie Jenner” Jack says.

Wrong he’s dating you.

“Wait is that a question? Because the way you said it was kind of like an affirmation...” Timothée says, confused. Because he knows it wasn’t a question, but as far as he knows... he’s not dating Kylie Jenner. Of course, he knows that because he’s dating you.

“Timothée you are going to date Kylie Jenner. It’s all going to be fake, obviously, but her PR team, and we think it will greatly help both of you and your careers.” Linda, the head of his PR team, explains to him.

“I... I don’t understand” he says, still lost. “Why would we have to do that? I barely knew her”. He knows who Kylie is, who doesn’t, but he never spoke to her or saw her in real life. That was insane.

“With your upcoming movies, we think it’s better that you two pretend to be the new it couple. Everybody is going to talk about you and its going to help boosting the audience for Wonka and Dune and boost your career to another level” Linda says and Timothée opens his mouth to stop her but she does it first. “And if you’re going to ask about Kylie’s interest, she wants everyone to stop talking about her and Travis and the recent bad buzz of her cosmetic brand” And he opens his mouth once again but “And yes she already signed the contract.”

“No I won’t do it”, Timothée replies. He couldn’t do it. He can’t do that to you. You were his girl, not Kylie. And he doesn’t care if he’s not the hype of the moment. His movies are going to work with no help needed. “Dune is one of the most awaited upcoming movies, and Wonka has already made noises between people. I don’t need to be put in front right now.”

“Dune is postponed for next year. People are mad about it, and the convention is only in two months. We have to occupy the fans because they are getting angry, and we are losing them. Fast. As for Wonka, people talked about it months ago, and now there’s nothing. It’s like they forgot. We have to put you in the spotlight so that people can gossip about you and your new girlfriend.” Jack says to Timothée causing him to frown deeply. He knows it makes sense. He knows it will help his new movies to gain a lot of interest. Still, he couldn’t do it.

“I won’t, I can’t” he says firmly.

“Look, you don’t really have a choice. Your movies and career need this. I know it’s not a great option that you can really enjoy but it will do good.” Linda says with soft eyes.

“I just can’t”

“And why not? Is there really a problem?”

You. You are the problem. You, his beautiful girlfriend of one and a half years, are the only wrong thing in this plan. He couldn’t just say that you are his other half because nobody knows. Your relationship was a secret from the beginning. You were not used to the fame, and Timothée didn’t want people to get between you because after meeting you, he was sure he wanted this to work. You both wanted the most privacy that you can get. That’s why you didn’t go with him inside the airport or at any of his events, not on his arm at least.

“No, there is any” he mumbles finally.

“Great! So you will sign this and we’re going to discuss what you will have to do from now on.” Jack slides the contract with a pen to Timothée who is just starring angrily at the wall. He looks down to the contract and starts to read it, but he gets sick of it when he sees the first line talking about his new relationship.

“What will I have to do? I don’t want to go too far”

“Basically we are going to start slowly. We mostly want people to think you are trying to hide it, keep it private. We don’t want to drop a bomb. Otherwise, people won’t stay interested very long. We want some pictures of the two of you talking in a secluded area or picture of your car at her house. And of course, when people are following it, we are going to start with holding hands, kisses, and all that stuff.”

“So basically a lot of fake pictures...”

“Yeah we’ll see later how you will make it public. We already have a few ideas, but we’ll discuss it with the two of you so you can choose” Linda says smiling at him.

“Oh so now I have a say in this?” Timothée scoffs.

“Timothée! You should be grateful for what we are doing for you right now”

And then he sees red. Grateful. They think he should be grateful. For what?! For forcing him to date a woman he never met, a woman that isn’t you?! For forcing him to kiss a stranger's lips?! No lips can be softer and more dreamy than yours. Her hands won’t be as delicate as yours. He wants you, but he can’t say it. He can’t say anything, and it kills him. He just wants to punch something, but he can’t do that either, so he just stands up, his chair colliding with wall loudly. He looked at this paper, took the pen, and signed it.

“When do we start?” he asks with a clenched jaw.

“Tomorrow, be ready to behave” responds Jack clearly annoyed with the actor .

Timothée doesn’t say anything else. He just nods and leaves, slamming the door in the process. He goes back to his house and just breaks down on his bed. What is he going to do? How is he going to tell you? And what about you? What would you say? What would you feel?

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So.... part2?

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

under the weather

pair: Timothée Chalamet x reader

summery: Timmy takes care of y/n(she/her) on her period

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Timothée and Y/N had been together for over a year now, and though he was often away for filming, they made sure to spend as much time together as possible. Today, however, was one of those rare, quiet days when Timothée was home, and Y/N was feeling a bit under the weather.

The morning had started off like any other, but as the day wore on, Y/N found herself feeling increasingly uncomfortable. She’d been having cramps and a heavy flow, making it hard to concentrate on anything. Timothée, noticing that Y/N was less energetic than usual, set down his book and walked over to her. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked gently, placing his hand on her forehead.

“Not great,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s that time of the month, and I’m feeling pretty awful.”

Without hesitation, Timothée slipped into action. He gently guided Y/N to the couch and grabbed a soft blanket from the other room. “Here, let’s get you cozy,” he said, wrapping the blanket around her. “I’m going to make you something to help.”

Y/N watched as Timothée headed to the kitchen. She could hear the clinking of pots and pans and the hum of the kettle. Soon, he reappeared with a steaming mug of chamomile tea and a bowl of soup.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted tea or soup first, so I made both,” he said with a warm smile. “Chamomile is good for cramps, and the soup should help with anything else.”

He handed her the tea and settled next to her on the couch. As she sipped the tea, he rubbed her back soothingly. “Is there anything else you need? I can grab some heating pads or maybe a hot water bottle.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” Y/N said, feeling the warmth of his care. “Actually, a heating pad would be amazing.”

Timothée quickly retrieved the heating pad from the bedroom and placed it on Y/N’s lower abdomen. He then resumed his spot beside her, gently massaging her shoulders. “I read that a little light massage can help with cramps. Let me know if it’s too much or if you need me to do anything differently.”

Y/N relaxed into his touch, feeling the tension ease away. “This is perfect. Thank you, Timothée. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Timothée smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’m always here for you, no matter what. We’ll just take it easy today. Maybe we can watch a movie or read a book together. Anything you need.”

The rest of the day was spent in a cozy, comforting haze. Timothée made sure Y/N had everything she needed, from more tea to a soft pillow to rest her head. They watched their favorite movie and laughed at the familiar scenes, and Timothée’s attentive care made Y/N feel loved.

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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐓. ( fortune favours the bold )

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈.𝐈𝐈 : 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐈

" fear not death for the hour of your doom is set and none may escape it. " - volunga saga, c.5

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | As a veteran AR60 player of Genshin Impact, you pride yourself as someone who knows the ins and outs of Teyvat, even studiously completing Spiral Abyss every reset, and having 100% exploration to some, if not all, of the released regions so far. Everything is fun and enjoyable, especially since Sumeru just recently debuted so you still have a lot to do!

All that ends though, when a mysterious passerby pushes you off the building of your university while playing Genshin. But instead of meeting your inevitable end, you find yourself waking up in the very world you were addicted to! 

It's supposed to be a fun dream, right? Something you could laugh at when you wake up? Right?! So, why is that you were back in AR1 with nothing but a dull blade in your inventory?!

…well, at least you still have those 700+ sunsettias and mints, Timmie's fowls…and surprisingly similar game mechanics you used to merely see on the screen before. But what should you do now? Flirt with the Genshin men??? Good lords...

"Welcome to Genshin Impact, Dreamer. Here, we can show you a happier ever after you've never had before…so, ready?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | In which you somehow find yourself tangled in the start of a web of conspiracies and confusion as the threat of the crumple paper of fate led you to a strange path with two equally strange men.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | Cursing, possibly ooc Kaveh and Alhaitham, spoilers for Sumeru Archon Quest, let me know if I missed anything <3

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | This is a lot harder to write because I established a new plot lmao. And because of Kaveh and Alhaitham it was so hard to write them sjakahs. Also, this was supposed to be posted on Friday last night but I was so tired after a whole day doing god-knows-what outside so I wasn’t able to finish the chapter :( Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

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Apparently, today was simply not your day.

Even before you get the chance to leave the blasted scene you found yourself in, you got stuck in the House of Daena together with two potential suspects of book robbery, one is known for being an academia lunatic and one for being a perfectionist architect. Not that you knew that they would do it, of all people, but at this point, you just did not want to give a damn.

Anyway, flashback almost a week prior after your arrival in Teyvat and before all this crazy fiasco happened, it's not everyday that your rationality won over your desire to earn and farm primogems, you know. It's also a near impossible feat to abandon the quest that could potentially help you advance your AR and even more so in pretending that Cyno is not outside, talking to Tighnari over something you wisely choose not to listen to–lest you might incur more suspicions from the both of them.

Which, in fact, is the last thing you wanted to do.

So, ignoring the questline and the angry red mark of the Paimon Menu, you closed the tab and let yourself fall on the soft bed once again with a dejected sigh. You repeatedly told yourself that this decision was the best course of action and you will have no regrets in this route. Still, you didn’t know how many hours had passed since then–all you somehow perceived is falling asleep, being lulled by the hushed whispers of the people outside and the quiet stillness of the Avidya Forest you grew accustomed to in the past months from behind the screen of your device. 

All dreams would soon end. Your hippocampus reminded you, and you agreed. No matter how much this bittersweet reality you found yourself in looks so believable, you couldn’t be far from your own reality…right? 

There has to be a way to go back.

That aside, the past four days you spent in Tighnari’s care was far from not being nerve-wrecking, if you were being honest. The fennec therianthrope seems to like hovering around you a lot, fussing like a distressed mother when you do something that he thought would strain your body and passionately lecturing you about the pros of staying in bed while you rest as if you were a poorly disciplined child.

While you admit that he was a great caregiver and it was endearing seeing a former 2D character worries about you despite literally knowing nothing about you, Tighnari’s inevitable tendencies to get lost in his lectures and fussing made your resolve to go back home hardening even more. 

Though when the sixth day had passed, you were finally allowed a bit more freedom to roam around. During that time, Tighnari had introduced you to Collei, his student and a trainee forest ranger, and it takes you a lot—and really, a lot—not to bawl your eyes out when you see the green-haired girl. You remember when you used to see Collei in the Genshin manga, she was still so small back then! And now, she is all grown up, cheerful despite her life experiences…and even kind-hearted enough to offer to take you to a visit in Sumeru City along with the other forest rangers to fetch some supplies to stock before the start of the heavy rainy season.

It was also on the sixth day when you found a crumpled paper with the word ᛚᚨᛖᚡᚨᛏᛖᛁᚾᚾ written in all bolds and italics using bright green ink in the folds of your clothes. Although you were weirded out and freaked out why, how and who slipped it there, you decided you did not give a damn about it.

Well, that was until you found another crumpled piece of paper under your pillow when you decided to get dinner with Tighnari and Collei outside. This time, ᚷᛚᛖᛁᛈᚾᛁᚱ was written on it using the same bright green ink. 

It doesn't even looked remotely similar to Teyvat's language, as what you've seen in passing when looking at the forest watcher's books on his study table. You have a vague idea what it means, but it was possible that it was one of their ancient languages, too. Since apparently, Alhaitham himself and any other scholars of his Darshan knows at least twenty languages, according to the lore.

But what the hell does it supposed to mean? It gives you the same level of anxiety when you are taking an exam in Foreign Languages. You started to question every motive, every reason why someone would send you, someone not even from this world, a crumpled paper with Earth's Runic inscriptions. Why would they send this to you? Who sent this to you? Do they even know you? A prank, maybe? What do they get from this? What do they want from you?

In any case, you don't want someone out there continuously bullying you, and you don’t have any lawyer here to sue them (unless you count on Yanfei, but that’s beside the point). So, as a last resort, you asked Tighnari if you could join the forest rangers going to Sumeru City because you planned to find your answers, and the possible prankster, in the House of Daena. Plus, you were really itching for a change in scenery!

So, yes, you won't get defeated by the Crumpled Papers of Fate before you could find a way back home!

"—oh, Collei…did I tell you how much I appreciate your existence? How could I cry in reverie for your benevolent acts? Just say the word, and I would do anything for you, you lovely human being."

Collei, probably used to your strange flare for dramatics, giggled in response and tugged your looped arms together. "I just think you need a change of scenery while recovering, and I know Master Tighnari's lectures could be too much sometimes, even if they come in good faith. Especially when you were recu…recu…um, what does he say again?"

"Recuperating?" You wrinkled your nose and Collei modded cheerfully. You can't really blame her for tripping over words, since most of the Genshin characters, especially those with super rich and scholarly background, used to speak formally and use deep words. The first time a curse slip passed your lips about two days ago, you remember seeing Tighnari's scandalous stare as if you offended his whole vocabulary.

It was also a fun way of teasing him. A small payback for all his lectures about flowers and taking care of yourself.

In any case, he begrudgingly allowed you to come see the Sumeru City along with the other forest rangers. It wasn't a long, arduous trek as you expected it to be, despite not using any Teleport Waypoints, maybe because the journey was an eye-opening one (especially when you saw chests and puzzles that you swore you already gotten before) and your group had tried your best from steering clear of any hilichurl or Eremite camps scattered around the forest.

After dropping you off at the Akademiya grounds, Collei and the other forest rangers told you that they will fetch you later after they're done restocking their supplies, you excitedly went inside, hoping to find some sort of lead or help in solving your crumpled paper predicament. 

Although Katayoun, the librarian, had adamantly asked for your credentials and permits before she let you borrow any books. Apparently, only students are allowed to have access here, but thankfully, Tighnari gave you a letter that he said would be enough for the librarian to let you inside, should you give it to her. 

“—what kind of book do you need, anyhow?” Katayoun finally relented.

“Uh, anything about Teyvat’s ancient language. The one with the alphabet similar to this one, if possible.”

The librarian peered into the two crumpled papers you presented to her, before shaking her head. “Most books about ancient language are strictly available only to students of Haravatat Darshan, and since your permit is from an alumni from Amurta, I apologise if I cannot comply with your request.” 

As she said with no room to complain, you had no choice but to pick other possible books to read that were available for you, stomping and frowning in defeat. But just as you sat on a chair in the farthest corner of the grandest library you ever saw in your life (it was even bigger than the one in-game!!), someone walked towards the seat across yours, waving his hand to you to get your attention.

"Hello! Do you mind if I sit here?" 

You felt as if you had a sudden epiphany, hearing a familiar voice that made your head snapped to him in surprise. You even almost knocked the pile of books you borrowed earlier when your eyes met a pair of sharp, mystic red irises and a tuft of fluffy-looking dirty blond hair. 

You resisted the urge to scream in both panic and excitement as you stiffly shook your head at him. IT'S KAVEH…?!

He coughed to gain your attention. "Ahem, I know it's very unbecoming for a gentleman such as myself but I couldn't help but to…overhear your conversation with our resident lovely librarian earlier. You were looking for books about ancient languages, correct?"

You blinked out of your reverie, slowly nodding at him. "Um, yes. I just need to find some references about…something. Unfortunately, I'm not a scholar from Haravatat to borrow the books I need."

His face lightened up, as if he, too, was hit by epiphany just like you. "Say, Mx…?"

"[Name]..."

"Mx. [Name], did you, perchance, recognise this?" Kaveh fished out something from his pocket and slid it across the table to you. Your eyes widened like saucers when you saw the familiar inscriptions of Runes written into three separate pieces of paper.

"The Crumpled Papers of Fate!" You hissed. "You have it, too?!"

"Yes!" He exclaimed in the same amount of enthusiasm as yours.

"But who the hell sent this?!" 

Kaveh shrugged his shoulders elegantly before resting his elbows on the table and leaning close to you. He playfully beckoned you to inch closer as if he's conspiring something with you. "That's what I want to know as well. All I realised is that the Crumpled Paper of Fate is some sort of code that gives us symbolism over something."

Your brows raised in curiosity. "Symbolism?" 

"It looks like you got two pieces. Though somehow, I got three." He tapped his gloveless finger on the table, the corner of his mouth turning downwards. "One in my pocket, the other was clipped together with my roommate's book in our living room, and the last was stuck in the door of my room. I even accidentally smack my head—"

"—which proves my point that your eyes are made of marbles if you didn't notice the door in your face."

Both you and Kaveh almost jumped from your seats when a deep voice spoke from behind you. Your jaw dropped when you caught sight of the Akademiya's Grand Scribe pulling the chair on your right side before getting himself comfortable on it, placing the books he held on his hands on the table with a soft thud.

WHAT IS ALHAITHAM DOING HERE THIS TIME?!

You were near hyperventilating near two handsome—and former 2D—dudes that was now glaring at each other. Well, more like Kaveh killing Alhaitham with his glares because the Scribe just leisurely opened his book and crossed his legs, seemingly adamant in ignoring his roommate.

And just like every playable character you met so far, and even the NPCs themselves, these two looked so human and real to someone from a game. The finer details from their designs and splash arts were more highlighted and even the contours in their faces are too detailed to be true.

Your eyes briefly glanced at the scribe's arm, and you inwardly whistled in amusement. Wow, those muscular arms could crush my skull. Lololol.

"Oi, Alhaitham! What in Teyvat are you doing here?" Kaveh asked in irritation, his former cool-ish aura vanishing in the instant.

He ignored Kaveh, his light turquoise eyes, highlighted with orange pupils, looked at you for a second and your breath hitched at its intensity. "...I overheard you two talking about the ancient scriptures and codes from the crumpled papers."

Your brows furrowed. "Huh…do you guys have something for eavesdropping or something?" 

He ignored you, too, and fished out three very familiar pieces of paper and slid it together with yours and Kaveh's. "....I suppose this is the reason why you want to borrow books of ancient languages, no? I will give you a hint. All of our papers are written in Runic inscriptions."

"Yeah, yeah, you the great scribe of the Akademiya from the Haravatat Darshan surely knows what it means." Kaveh said, sarcasm lacing his tone like a venom.

You grew more curious. "Where did you find yours?"

"Does it matter?"

You tried again. "And what does the Runic mean?" 

"Kaveh's Crumpled Paper of Fate means Ship, Blind, Light—which is rather suspicious, especially given that Kaveh found one of his papers in my book." Alhaitham said in a matter-of-fact tone, tapping his said book, that made Kaveh rolled his eyes in exasperation. 

"As a matter of fact, the only suspicious thing about that book," the architect scoffed. "...is that it's being held by a drama queen."

The last thing I remember, Kaveh's Vision is Dendro, not Pyro. Lol.

Alhaitham gave an unimpressed, humourless stare at his roommate's spiteful words and you tried suppressing your laughter, remembering Alhaitham's Oscar-like performance in the Archon Quest.

"Anyhow, back to the topic before someone rudely interrupted me. Mine was translated to Eye, Knowledge and Ravens." 

"But what does mine—"

You suddenly halted when a loud thump echoed across the library, and then there's screaming. Before you knew it, several Matra of the Akademiya flooded across the room, startling everyone who was inside.

"A book robbery took place in the library's restricted section. Everyone that stayed in the House of Daena between six in the morning until now, we are expecting your cooperation."

So, that's what happened to your supposedly peaceful morning. You were suddenly caught in the apparent book robbery in the restricted section, and you heard the General Mahamatra was going to interrogate every single person that the Matra caught.

This is not freaking good.

The prospect of meeting Cyno should be wonderful, right? BUT NO. You were on the receiving end of his job right now. And it's not even close to thrilling at all knowing the side of Cyno working that you honestly, do not wish to know.

Well, at least Kaveh and Alhaitham were with you right now. Though with the way they were bickering nonstop, you suddenly wished you could tell them to shut up.

"Theory number ten," Alhaitham muttered to himself; he was sitting so comfortably beside you as if they weren't on your way to the interrogation room. 

"You seriously reached theory ten with your nonsense?" Kaveh bited.

The scribe fished out a notebook from who-knows-where, looking for something. You tried to peek a little, but his muscular arms were in the way and it's embarrassing to inch closer when they didn't even bother introducing themselves to you. "It's possible that whoever sent this has the connection with the three of us—or at least, knows us to some extent. Perhaps wanting to measure our intelligence? For what?"

"Isn't that already obvious?" His roommate impatiently said. "[Name] got their Crumpled Paper of Fate in their own home, we got ours in your dorm, which by the way, only the two of us have access to. Whoever did this surely knew us pretty well."

"This is the reason why you didn't pass in anything other than your courses in Kshahrewar." Alhaitham said. "You always assume things."

"Excuse me, I'm not assuming. I am concluding!" He defended, apparently offended.

"Then don't jump into conclusions even if that's the only workout you do."

"Why you—"

As much as their banter was so amusing to watch, there are more pressing matters you had to know. "But that's impossible. I don't know anyone in this place aside from the Forest Rangers in the Avidya Forest, you know. It's nearly impossible that Tighnari and Collei would do this just to prank us. Though, I always had someone with me, so it's not possible that someone I don't know snuck into my room either…"

"You seem like you always have a witness with you?" Kaveh turned to you.

Alhaitham paused for a second. He blinked slowly, before a subtle smirk slowly pulled from the corner of his lips. "That's it."

"Huh?"

He stood up from his seat. "A witness." He vaguely replied before he went through the door faster than you could blink.

You and Kaveh stared at the door.

Then you two realised what Alhaitham just did.

"Oi, he just ran off without us!" Kaveh exclaimed in anger before tugging your hand to follow his roommate outside. "[Name], let's go before the Matra catches us!"

What in the world did you got yourself into?

Route 1.2.1: Stop Kaveh from escaping. You had a feeling that escaping isn't a good thing, especially since Cyno would probably hunt you down later. What's there to fear when you're innocent, no?

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Route 1.2.2: Go with Kaveh to chase Alhaitham. If he escaped, you two would escape along with him! He's the grand scribe and Kaveh is an influential architect, they could get away with this mess with you…right?

[gatorboys22]

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Bug panted as they finished climbing the latter to Timmy's house. God, their really out of shape. Curse Bodie and his good cooking! Lovingly cursing the soft hearted gator Bug heard curses they didn't know exist. Confused they knocked on Timmy's door, there was another and a big thud.

"The doors unlocked just come in and help me!" Timmy's desperate voice called to Bug and they followed what he said. When they opened the door they busted out laughing, the sight was so funny to them.

"T-Timmy you good?" Wiping tears the half blood in front of them was on the floor. Seeming to be stuck in a fishing net, giving Bug a pout Timmy nodded.

"I'm fine Bug just wanna get out of this. I've been stuck for almost an hour." Bug could tell he looked like he worked a sweat trying o get free. Groping their pockets for a knife they flicked it out, this caused Timmy to shout.

"WAIT!" The human paused looking at him questionably, "I worked hard making the net don't cut it! Just...try and see if you can untangle me please?" Puppy dog eyes were flashed at Bug causing them to roll their eyes.

"Fine, have it your way." Closing the knife and pocketing it they crouched down on the floor. Expecting the tangle of a mess they wondered how it got this bad?

"I was hanging it up on a wall because I thought I didn't tie it right." Timmy then looked at his body, "Turns out I did..." Bug giggled as they worked on the tangles. Chatting while doing so because Timmy looked so bored waiting to get out.

"Were you gonna go fishing today?" Timmy nodded as he turned for Bug to get one of the tangles out. This was able to get his right arm free, he smiled at them and spoke.

"Yep! I wanted some fish for dinner, turns out I was only able to catch gator." The chatting stemmed from there, they talked about lots of things. How Bodie needs to stop feeding Bug so much, new crystals Timmy found and how Marco needs to visit more.

"Honestly I think we need to chain him to one of the houses for him to even stay." Bug joked as they finally finished another knot that was really big. Timmy was able to get his arm and one of his legs out.

"Yeah, but I feel like he'd be able to pick the lock at leave in a second." Bug nodded and started on the last knot. Timmy watched how concentrated they were....they looked kinda cute. Pausing he wondered why he thought that, his thoughts were interrupted by Bug cheering happily.

"I'm done!" Standing up Bug held up the net with a big smile. Timmy smiled too and slowly got up, groaning at how his body felt being in a weird position for three hours.

"Thanks Bug, what would I do with out ya?" Joking Timmy was given the next. Bug had a cheeky smile as they joked back.

"Still stuck in that net like a fish." Both were laughing and continued to chat more during the late afternoon. It seems they were so caught up that Bodie came by to see if both were okay. But when seeing them talking and joking around he smile. Wondering if Timmy will ever realize he got a little bit of a crush on them.

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[andguesswhat]

Just a quickie. Actually for @zuzla33, because she helped me to get sweet dreams. But I don't know if she even wants it 😅

Stay strong!

Of vegetables and fruits

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Armie was in the vegetable and fruit section at a fine little supermarket in a mall when his cell phone rang.

Timmy.

"Hey babe..."

A deep groan greeted him. "Hhhm, Armie, mmm, please talk dirty to me.... nghh." Okayyyy, Tim was clearly jerking off.

Armie took a second. Looked around. Lots of people around him, the walk to the car too long.

"Armie, hhm, please... I need you... ahh."

Uhm yes, but really not right now.

"I miss you Armie..." Another groan on the other side of the line, begging and desperate.

Armie sighed. Okay, okay. He looked around and walked towards the fruit display.

"Uhm... I was thinking about bringing you some peaches.... They look really good, you know.... Really ripe, but firm... and uhm a bit tiny, but very tasty looking, you know.... And um... juicy, soft skin, but really juicy... and I'd really like to.... um take a bite of one right now, you know...."

"Hhm! Yes, Armie... More!"

"Aaaand... oh look, this one has a big.... notch... I can slide my thumb over it..."

"Ah!"

"Well, I really wish I wasn't standing in a supermarket right now, but ... um... somewhere else ... so I could ... could put my mouth on it ... And uhm" Armie turned a little, whispered, "... and could lick it."

"Yes, Armie! More..."

More, more… okay...

"I want your dick, Armie."

That, too. Okay… Armie continued to look around. This was getting a little stressful here.

Okay, okay... zucchinis, carrots, there.

He walked toward the vegetable display.

"Oh yeah, that's right, I was supposed to bring aubergines. Oh, those aubergines look good. So plump and big and so ready...to...um put them in the ...um oven?" Oh man, this was ridiculous. Armie shook his head with a laugh.

"Yes, Armie, fuck me with your big aubergine! God, I'm so close..."

But apparently not quite there yet. Armie looked around again. And went back to the fruit display.

"I thought I’d bring some bananas, too. Wow, they're almost as big as the eggplants. They really look incredibly delicious. Did I ever tell you what I did with one of those really uhm... ripe bananas?"

"God, Armie, I'm so close!" Timmy's moans grew louder and louder, and Armie was beginning to worry that the whole supermarket was listening in.

"Okay, so I took the peeled banana and squeezed it, really hard, so that the thick. juicy. juice. just squirted into my mouth..."

"Aaaaah-"

The call was disconnected.

Hmm.

Armie looked around. None of the people seemed to be staring at him, which was a good sign.

But somehow he was a little lost now.

What was he shopping for again?

Peaches, eggplants, zucchini, was there anything that didn't make him think of Timmy in his hotel room now?

He stood a little indecisive between vegetables and fruit when his cell phone rang again.

"Hey, babe," Timmy chirped contentedly in his ear, "sorry, came on the button... I mean, my finger, not..." Timmy giggled.

Armie smiled. Sleepy, giggly Timmy. He missed him.

He was glad Timmy was feeling a little better. The last few days had been bad, phone calls Timmy wouldn't take, phone calls that left a stale feeling because Armie couldn’t help. Then yesterday they had finally had a good conversation. And today...

"How are you?" asked Timmy.

"Well, I'm standing in the supermarket with a boner, so nothing unusual..."

Timmy laughed again. "I'll make it up to you on the next call! Have you seen my t-shirt today? Death Trip?"

"Tyler pointed it out to me."

"Man, and you are my husband, I can't believe it!"

Armie rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Did you mean me or you by that?" he asked.

"Us both…“ was Timmy’s serious reply. „But we get through this, don't we?"

"Yes." He wished he was with Timmy now. "I'm glad you're better."

"Can't wait to see you."

"I sent you the usual dick pics later."

Timmy laughed. "Or one with the banana."

"Up my ass or...?"

Timmy laughed even harder. "Miss ya and love ya."

"Same, just more."

*

[timchalamet-devoted]

Paper Rings

As you probably guessed from the title, this was based on paper rings. I've found myself listening to it quite often recently, so I thought it was only right to write something inspired by it, especially since it reminded me of Timmy :)

Of course, I recommend listening to paper rings while reading!It's written from three different perspectives, but I labelled them to make it easier.

Summary: It's not as complicated as it seems when it comes to Timothée.

Pairing: reader x Timothée

Warings: implied smut

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Narrator's pov:

A Birthday invitation. Dinner with friends. A drink or two. It all happened so fast, and yet you wouldn't have it any other way.

The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met

A sparkly mini dress adorned your figure as you stepped into the bar, silver heels clicking against the floors. Your stride was purposeful, and your path was clear as you made your way through the crowd to the table tucked away in the far corner.

Sweaty bodies engulfed you, music pounding in your ears, couples entangled in one another at every other booth, and drinks consumed in such quantity, it was as if there was no tomorrow.

Eventually, your group of friends vame into sight, huddled together and evidently already drunk to the point of no return.

"Starting the party without me I see?"

Everyone's heads snapped towards you, several of your friends hopping up to give you a hug with wide grins.

"Hey, so glad you could make it!"

You let out a low chuckle, " of course, how could I not, the Birthday girl is finally 21 today!" You winked back at y/f/n.

"Oh, almost forgot, this is Timithée, the guy I told you about?" She said, nodding her head in his direction. Your eyes travelled to the boy, stunned by his beauty even in the horrid lighting of the bar. Dark coloured curls cascad wildly around his face, framing deep green eyes and a soft, kind smile.

You recalled what your friend's description of him, but you had to admit, the reality was far better.

You offered a polite nod and smile to the stranger, a gentle blush creeping up on your cheeks.

Timmy's pov:

I had heard stories of her in abundance before, but never did I expect her to be so stunning. It seemed as though no words could measure to the beauty she possessed, with locks of y/c hair that draped around her shoulders and y/c eyes that sparkled under the dim lights. From the moment I first laid eyes in her, I was mesmerised, unable to pull my attention away from her. Our eyes would meet through the course of the evening, sending my heart into a frenzy each time.

The more and more we drank, the bolder we became: exchanging smirks and glances, in due course sitting next to each other.

When our group came out of the club at 1:00, I was last to leave, watching her as she walked along the sidewalk, further and further away. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to stay by her side.

Your pov:

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet, Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

My mind wouldn't leave the thought of Timothée. I smiled to myself, a warm feeling spreading through my body at the thought of him. It was so effortlessly easy to talk to him. I found myself losing all sense of reality as you exchanged experiences and thoughts.It was late, and yet sleep was now the last thing on my mind.

The minute I was through the door, I dropped my keys and kicked of my heels, rushing to my computer.

Into the early morning, I scrolled, looking through anything I could find on him. I was infatuated by this man, desperate to know more and more about him. I found myself slowly, falling for this stranger, and that was if I put it lightly. By the time the next day rolled around, I had probably read everything there was to know about him, every magnificent story he had to tell.

The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street,

The next time I caught sight of him, I couldn't bare to look at him. He was brilliant in every way possible, leaving me feeling as though I won't possible be deserving of his love, nor will I ever have his love, so why torture myself with his friendly smiles? For it would only kill me further to see him and pretend to be fine, when I'm completely head over heels for him, than to simply ignore him altogether.

However, it wasn't nearly as easy I thought it would be: the feeling of seeing his face fall when I passed him on the street, having not returned his wave, but instead giving him a cold glance, was the equivalent of someone ripping my heart out of my chest and stomping on it until it were flat.

I felt awful after that day.

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool, when you jumped in first, I went in too. I'm with you, even if it makes me blue

All and any rational decisions that I was making before were out of the window. I no longer cared to spare myself the agony of being viewed as just a friend, as I was beyond desperate for any kind of relation to him. To make matters worse, when I was around him, I lost all sense of judgement, which ended up with me plunging after him into the ice-cold water of a pool on a winters day. Guess I was with him no matter what, even if it made me blue.

Five months after our first meeting, came my dream and my nightmare all at once.

Limbs entangled in each others, my hands in his chocolate curls, bodies flush against one anothers.

Kiss you once for every long night I spent thinking of you

Kiss you twice cause now it's gonna be alright

Kiss you three times cause I've waited for this my whole life!

Now I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Darling, you're the one I want

Only one thought cirlced my mind on repeat. I no longer cared about material things, for I would marry him with paper rings.

I hadn't caught the moment we went from friends to this, but it was an accident I wouldn't mind reliving. It happened so naturally, it was as if it was meant to be.

I wanted him there for all of it: I wanted to drive away with him, I wanted all his complications, and dreary Mondays, I wanted the paper rings and picture frames and for him to be the one I dream about at night.

I was infatuated with Timothée, but I was alright with that, as long as I could bear a matching paper ring.

[windstrikenbard]

Mika Schmidt Headcannons

y'all

This guy is giving me so much brainrot. So suffer. Here we go, Headcannons.

Mika covers for his brother. Yes, he does. In his letters to his parents, he'll say that Huffman is nice, that Huffman does his responsibilities and that he even does some of Mika's chores sometimes. When he was younger, he'd use stories he heard from the other kids for things to tell his parents - oh, Huffman took me to the ice cream place today! We went on a picnic today! Of course, it was never true.

Only those closest to Mika can ever sense the fake smile he gives when talking about his family. don't get me wrong, he LOVES his family, but the fact his parents left to go adventuring and the resulting actions that led to Mika raising himself AND his older brother (who was supposed to be letting him be a child instead of worrying about taking care of a drunk brother all the time) leaves him with a feeling of emptiness.

He overcompensates his own lack of childhood by letting Klee have as much fun as she could dream of. He's yet another big brother to her, who'll let her blow up the landscape of Mondstadt and wordlessly change the maps of Mondstadt with a soft smile.

He feels unworthy of his achievements, and those feelings only intensified when Varka took him on the expedition. And although he gained more confidence on the trip, he's still too nervous to stop the nasty rumors that spread claiming he fought a fatui harbinger head on (he didn't, Varka had remained calm and settled the tension between the two groups)

He pays all the bills. Obviously, his parents send home Mora every now and then, but his checks from the Knights of Favonius go straight into the household. After all, his brother is wasting all his money getting drunk...

Sometimes he lets Diona come over to de-stress over the fact her dad is a raging alcoholic. Although they don't talk often, they have a closer connection to each other because of the fact their families suck.

He makes Bennett maps everytime he goes out, and always has a few extras in case Bennett looses them, or ruins them, or his bad luck does SOMETHING to them.

He helps supply Timmie the amount of money needed for all the bird seed he feeds the pigeons on the bridge.

My guy is so precious and depressed and anxious and Mika angst is now my favorite thing okay bye

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

In The Present

Summary- 1.3k Curtis Everett x Honey. You can't help but compare your current situation with a similar one in the past.

Warnings- Jake is an absolutely abusive asshole.

A/N- Me dabbling tonight, I just love seeing where Honey came from to where she is now. What having a decent partner will do for you.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist.

“Seriously Y/N, I asked for this to be classy tonight, for you to make an effort. What the fuck is all this?” Jake sneered at the layout you had made at the dining room table before pinching his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. 

You were tired too and could feel your own headache start to build up. “Jake no one is going to care if I bought all this stuff premade. I didn’t have time to-” 

“Don’t Y/N, you knew how important this party was to me, assured me I didn’t need to hire anyone to come in to cook and this is what you delivered?” 

You could feel the tears well up, you had indeed insured Jake that you would do the food, you were always a pretty decent cook and whipping up snack foods for his friends wasn’t a big deal. 

That was until your chill day became rather hectic when you were called to do a quick fill-in for one of the teachers where you were able to substitute part-time. Your part-time day turned into all day. 

You had rushed for all the favorites at the grocery store, heated everything up, and set them on the nice serving trays, rather proud you actually got that all accomplished for Jakes get together, games of poker with his old college buddies. But Jake caught sight of the boxes in the garbage and went to asses what you had done. 

Now he was mad about it and you messed up, cause you did assure him you could make it all. “I’m sorry, okay Jake? I took a job today that I thought was only going to be a couple hours. Do you want me to toss it and we can order something in?” You tried to placate him. Jake had his moments, sometimes he could just brush it off, forgive you with the explanation that you tried or hold onto his anger for days, belittling you in subtle ways till you felt like you were not even worth the effort. 

What was today going to be?

He sighed as he looked over the table, running a hand down his face and shaking his head. “It is what it is I guess.” He glanced over at you, his sharp blue eyes looking you up and down for a second. “Not like the guys will really notice anyways.” You breathed out in relief, he seemed okay with it. “I just like showing you off, I got myself the best girl out of all of us.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing his hand against your soft belly like he was pointing out another flaw in you. “The sweetest anyways. I know you tried Darling and next time we will do it the right way.” 

You gave him a little smile and nodded, praying this was the only issue tonight to deal with. Jake was a perfectionist, it all had to be just so. “Now Darling, how about you go get changed, they will be here any second.” 

You shuddered at the thought as you stood in Curtis’s kitchen, slicing cheese while watching the group sitting around the Everett’s antique table playing UNO. This was so different, there was laughter and music playing. Way too many beer bottles scattered around the table along with piles of snacks that everyone brought. Ella had Sophia perched on her lap with a handful of cards, playing her hand while Edgar tried to bribe the toddler for information. 

“Come on Sophia, what color are you gonna use?” Edgar tried and Ella whispered in her ear. The toddler got a wicked little grin as she plucked out a card and threw it on the pile. “Blue! Draw four Uncle Eggy.” She was devious in her giggles as Edgar sputtered, drawing his cards while Timmy leaned across the table to give Sophia a high five. Tanya smirked over at him. 

“Teach you a lesson in not trying to cheat?”

It was a happy and playful atmosphere, there were no snide remarks about one another's jobs or significant others, no pretending to like one another, and all the teasing wasn't made to belittle anyone, but that of friends who knew each other for a lifetime. 

A warm set of hands on your forearms rubbed up and down as a solid chest pressed against your back. “Mmmh, need help?” Curtis asked from behind you and you smiled as warmth curled in your chest. He had already spent all evening praising all you have done to make tonight a success, which you couldn’t even take credit for. Everyone participated by bringing food and drinks. He also had been kissing and hugging you, making sure to whisper how sexy you looked in your outfit tonight, especially the tights, they were just driving him up the wall.

“No, I’m almost done. I was just replacing the cheese we polished off.” You scooped it up and laid it onto the plate, one of the many mismatched dishes being used tonight. Nobody cared, no one observed any of that. 

Curtis reached around you to snag a slice, popping it into his mouth over your shoulder. “It was damn good cheese.” He stated while cuddling you back into him. “How long do you think we need to play host though?” His mouth teased in the crook of your neck, knowing the scratch of his beard would tickle you, and make you squirm. 

“Night is just getting started Curtis.” You giggled as you twisted to face him, cocking a brow at him. “You know we never finish before midnight.” Sometimes game night lasted till the early morning hours, the only one who actually got any proper sleep that night would be Sophia, who Ella would lay her down in the spare bedroom off the kitchen. “So you have hours.” 

He groaned as if it was a chore, but you knew it was all for show, he loved having these game nights as much as the rest of them. “Or I could just kick them all out, get you all to myself.” He proposed, a teasing grin on his mouth as he wiggled his brows. 

“Good luck kicking your niece out.” You stuck your tongue out at him, easily playing back. You swore he growled as he gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into him, kissing you hungrily. 

Damn that man. You thought as you arched up closer, kissing him back. “Uncle Curtis!” Sophia bellowed from across the kitchen, making you giggle as Curtis lifted his head. “IT’S YOUR TURN!” 

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming! Can’t a man get two seconds with his girl.” 

Claude popped over to the counter, grabbing the plate of cheese you had been cutting. “Nope. You two are about to be lectured for inappropriate behavior in front of a minor.” 

Curtis flipped Claude off with a scowl, which didn’t scare her in the slightest and gave you a pat on your ass as he pulled away. “Too many damn freeloading people in my house, eating all my damn cheese.”

“Um, Grey brought the cheese,” Ella smirked while Curtis rolled his eyes, grabbing at his cards. “Tell Uncle Curtis he needs to share.” 

“You gotta share Uncle,” Sophia said so sternly that Tanya cackled from across the table. 

“He has to share Y/N too.” Ella pushed, her daughter gearing up to repeat it. 

“I most certainly do not have to share Y/N, you all see her all the time.” Curtis glanced at his hand and tossed down a card to play. 

You decided that it was time to return to the table, before you ended up getting yelled at by the group to hurry up, letting them ignore Curtis and hassle you instead. 

This kind of hassle you really didn't mind though. It was with people who actually considered you a friend and not just Curtis’s girlfriend. You returned to your seat next to Curtis, who promptly put his arm around your shoulders while you took your turn.

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SHIFTING PHASES - Part 1

[PREVIEW] Chapter 6: What One Desires Most

Shifting Phases Masterpost

Today marks the 7th year that I've worked on Shifting Phases. I never imagined I'd ever get this far, nor that I'd love it so dearly, but here we are. Recently, I finished two chapters whose sum is the content of the chunk I wrote first all those years ago. I'm proud of how far I've come as a writer, so, because it's what I wrote first around this Special Date, I thought it would be nice to give you guys two preview chapters :)

Stay tuned for Chapter 7, No Wish is Without a Price!

A very big thankyou for the lovely @whump-cravings for beta'ing my work once again! You always teach me so much, and I am beyond grateful for your help <3

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CONTENT AND WARNINGS: Angst, emeto mentions, minor disordered eating (it's kinda not really but reads like it), this chapter's pretty tame, all characters present are 18 or over wc: ~2.1k

Pete's Perspective

Every night, the sun set earlier.

It hadn’t been long since the academy courses finished for the day, but already the sun had dipped below the mountains, casting the historic island town of Devonhurst into deep shadow. One by one, as the sky above darkened, antique street lamps blinked on, bathing the streets in warm, soft light. In shadowed corners and alleyways between each sandstone building, the first mists crept across footpaths onto cobbled roads. On the horizon, dark storm clouds rolled in, their flickering lights a warning to residents, who took heed; some scurrying down the street with bags filled with groceries and supplies, while others leaned from windowsills to pull shutters in.

Side-by-side, Pete and Liz strolled with steaming pastries in-hand from a bakery a few blocks back, accompanied by the gentle clicking of Pete’s bike. Normally, Timmothey would’ve joined them, but not tonight.

He’d said his boss, Mr. DePetro, would be cross if he failed to show for his shift at the aquarium early that evening, and rushed off with a hasty good-bye to the ferry terminal to Candimor City, despite Pete and Liz’s insistences to take the night off.

“I h—I hope that Mr. DePetro sends—sends that idiot h-home,” Pete grumbled, taking a delicate bite of pie. Pete frowned; the thought of any boss who made their worker endure injury to clock in ruffled him. His breath steamed when he spoke again, “He could have a—have—a-a concussion.”

Liz hummed in agreement, “Aye, he needs ta rest. Every coach I’ve ever had insists on a day’s break after somethin’ like that, just in case.” She paused, sighing. “Not that Timmy ever does as he’s told.”

Pete watched her breath mist in the evening air. “’S boneheaded.”

“You said it.”

“I’m sure he’ll be al-alright, though,” he said and took another bite, “th-the idiot at least—at least knows w-when work’s not worth it.”

The pie was delicious. Its creamy, meaty fillings never disappointed. Rarely did pastries contain egg and an assortment of other ingredients; he stopped by regularly the moment he discovered it. The owner of the small bakery had been going to discontinue it until she saw his disappointment. If that wasn’t evidence enough that she was soft on him, she was always giving him extra nibbles and desserts.

‘Ye’re a growin’ lad,’ the baker would say, ‘take it, please, ye’re so skinny. Does yer mother not feed ye?’

Liz slowed to match Pete’s ambling pace. “Y’know, I’m surprised you haven’t already finished; I don’t think I’ve seen ye eat all day.” She had already wolfed hers down. The baker liked her too. “Did Burton take yer food again? I can walk yer bike fer a bit so ye can eat properly if ye need. We can find a place ta sit.”

“N—no, I just… wasn’t h-hungry today,” he lied. “Would’ve just m—made me s-sicker.”

“Oh,” Liz said.

Well… It was a half-truth. Though he’d been dreadfully hungry, he couldn’t stomach eating before the belunae awareness course; he would’ve just thrown up in front of the class.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and Pete turned, eyes darting around.

Something like clattering came from the other side of the street—or maybe it was erratic footsteps.

An icy shiver crawled down his spine, the sensation of unknown danger setting his skin prickling.

Across the street in a narrow alley, the mist curled in turbulence, but there was no one to be seen save for those rushing to prepare their homes for the coming storm.

Was it just brewing static, and dropping temperature and pressure that he felt…? Surely not. His hand tightened on the handle of his bike.

“Pete…” Liz asked.

He didn’t remember slowing, but he must’ve because Liz’s voice sounded from behind him, a few paces further down the path.

“Everythin’ alright?” Liz was at his side, hand ghosting over his arm.

“Y-yeah, just… Well, I’m n—I’m not—entirely sure,” Pete stammered, eyes scanning every corner, “It’s—I feel like—we’re bein’ followed.”

Liz dutifully followed his gaze, but all signs had vanished save for the ice in his veins.

His mind drifting back to the awful awareness course from earlier, he recalled the uneasy feeling something was amiss, like something had escaped his notice.

Burton had said that Pete would regret his interference.

While Pete wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, nor that that was the only source of this nagging feeling, his mind conjured many horrifically creative ideas, some including the dark object that Colette, Burton’s friend, had snatched.

Powers above, surely he wouldn’t—surely Burton would know what would happen if he shot—

“I’m sure it’s nothin’, Pete. It’ll just be people shutterin’ their windows,” Liz said.

Still, there was nothing.

Even the fog had stilled.

Pete frowned, swallowing the last morsel of pie before pocketing the bag and folding an arm close to himself. “I s-suppose,” he said, but the—the feelin’ w-won’t leave me.”

“Then let’s leave the feelin’ behind.” Liz smiled and trotted toward the nearby gardens. “I’ve still got some time before I have to get back home… we could take a walk through the park, clear our heads.”

He looked around again. “Maybe, I’m n-not sure…”

“Aw, don’t tell me a sweet guy like you doesn’t like a walk in the park?”

Ducking his head, he admitted, “Well, I—I sup-suppose I d-do, but—”

“Of course ye do,” she said, victory tinging her voice.

Pete hesitated before pushing his bike forward to catch up. “The st-storm—”

“We won’t stay long then. Come on, Pete.” She grabbed his arm, pulling him forward.

Pete let her lead him down the path, through the large stone gate and along the cobbled path, though he still cast a furtive glance behind them. Eventually, once they were away from the main street, Liz slowed to a gentle stroll and hooked her arm through his.

Even in darkness, the gardens glimmered. At this time of year, only the hardiest flowers remained, but grass-lined paths and ornate stone gazebos nestled among autumnal foliage and boughs of chestnuts made for a peaceful scene. The moon peaked over the distant skyline of Candimor City, illuminating the fine layer of frost that blanketed every leaf and blade of grass; each tiny crystal caught the light, sending up a delicate glowing aura.

The sight filled Pete with contentedness.

His gaze gradually drifted upward to the evening sky, past the flickering clouds on the horizon, and settled on the moon.

Waxing gibbous… for once, the timing was just right.

Despite the cold and returning exhaustion, he almost felt pleasantly warm. Maybe, they could sit on one of the benches for a short while.

“Ye should take walks in the park more often, I don’t think I’ve ever seen ye this relaxed,” Liz said.

“Mmm…?” Pete hummed, tearing his gaze from the sky, “O-oh, really? N-never?”

“Nope. Did ye want ta throw a coin in the fountain with me?” Her eyes glittered hopefully. “They say the luck from this one helps ye find whatever ye desire most in yer heart.”

Her pull on his arm was subtle, but it was enough to draw a small smile across his pale features, “I—p-perhaps, yes—I—we c-can, if ye want.”

Liz beamed.

Pete couldn’t help but notice the way her freckled, rosy cheeks pinched her delighted eyes, how her smile always seemed so genuine. She was beautiful. It was only when she looked up at him from her coin purse and smiled again that he realised he was staring.

His heart leapt, cheeks colouring. He tried to avert his gaze, putting the kickstand of his bike down and leaving it at the opening of the path into the fountain’s clearing, but when Liz pressed a coin into his palm, their eyes met.

“Ready ta make a wish?” Liz asked, voice as gentle as the light that fell on her dainty features.

Pete nodded.

She was usually so fierce, but in the moment when the coins hit the water with small, twin splashes, her fingers intertwined with his, she could’ve been the most gentle lady in the world.

Together they stood, listening to the steady burble of water from the spouts nestled in the delicate sculptures decorating the architecture.

Liz broke the silence. “Pete…?”

Pete had never heard her sound so nervous before. “Mm…?” he hummed.

“I’ve—we’ve known each other fer a long while now, and…”

Oh. He’d already caught on to her feelings, but for her to even ask, to want to give it a shot with an obvious wreck like him… Was he dreaming?

But she continued, “Ye’re such a kind lad, I was wonderin’… if ye’d ever consider, maybe… goin’ out with me.”

A twinge of dread curled in his stomach. “L-Liz,” he started, heart aching. She didn’t know.

Liz hurried on, “And… If, perhaps, ye’d also felt the same way… Romantically, that is.”

He swallowed, looking down. If she knew, she would be disgusted that she ever thought of him in that way. What kind of person was he for leading her on like this?

“Pete?” Liz searched his face for an answer.

Her soft voice snapped him back to reality. He stammered, “I—wow, uh… I’m flattered, I am, but—but I-I’m not sure ye’d want ta… ta have me as…”

She grasped his hand with a little shake. “Oh don’t be silly, of course I would! Ye’re sweet, polite… handsome,” she said, lowering her lashes.

Instead of bringing delight to his heart, each compliment was like a knife through his chest. “No, I mean, th-thankyou, b-but—I… I c-couldn’t,” he said, withdrawing his chilly hand from her hold, much to her protest.

“But Pete…!” Her eyes were so desperate; she didn’t understand. “Can I still hold yer hands? They’re like ice; please let me warm them.”

He couldn’t bear it, squeezing his eyes shut, and shaking his head. “I—Let me finish wh—what I’m about ta say, and then then, then ye can, if ye want, but, I w-won’t blame ye if—if ye won’t.”

“What could ye possibly be talkin’ about?” she said, reluctantly letting his hands stay free.

 “It… I’m sorry, it just—it’ll change h—how ye—how ye—” He paused, taking a slow, deep breath. “See… I—I haven’t been… completely honest with you Liz, and, t—truth—fully, I’ve n-never really known… how—how ta tell ye…”

“Look, Pete, ye can tell me anythin’. Just take yer time; I’m listenin’,” Liz said.

“It’ll… It’ll change how ye see me.”

“I’m not convinced, I don’t think I could see anythin’ other than the shy gentleman in front of me,” she smiled.

Pete took a measured pace back. He told himself it was to give Liz room, but he knew it was for his own conscience. Greedy. Selfish. He dropped his gaze to the side, unable to so much as glance into those clear brown eyes. On their own, his fingers trailed the seams of the leather gloves squeezed in his hands. The words were right there, on the tip of his dry tongue, but his voice locked up.

After a moment of struggling, he could barely get the first few words out, “I’m—I—I’m actually… I’m not… n-not, I’m—”

He shook his head, frustration beading as tears in his eyes. Curse these nerves!

“I’m n-nnot—not—hh—” he tried again, but his voice failed him.

Curse this fuckin’ stutter!

“Hey, hey,” Liz said, hushing him.

He fought to keep tears at bay, refusing to—he couldn’t stand to sound so stupid and useless in front of her, because he did like her—he cherished her—and he had to tell her, before anything else; she had to hear it from him—but he just… couldn’t.

Liz moved forward to take his hands and steady him, but he couldn’t bear to so egregiously take advantage of her ignorance, so he stepped back again, bringing the back of a hand to his lips.

It was stone cold, just as she said.

And that was when he heard it; the brush of footsteps on the edge of the clearing, kneeling and crouching, hiding and approaching.

Pete’s heart stopped.

“Ye—ye should go,” he murmured fearfully.

From the bushes, figures emerged.

Burton, followed closely by his lackeys, sauntered over the grass with crunching footsteps until he stood a scant couple of metres from Liz and Pete.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, smirking “so you two are in love.”

The hair on the back of Pete’s neck prickled. Frustration and fear warred for their place across his features, but under Burton’s predatory gaze, fear won out. “Dovey, I need to have a little chat with your boyfriend. In private.”

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Surprise Suprise

It's been a year since I've made a red carpet appearance. I needed to regain my thoughts and take some time for myself.

Today was the day. The day that I go back to what I love. My job. I've been secretly working on a movie for the past few months without anyone knowing. Today is the premier and I've never been happier.

I had gotten ready into an sparkling dress and matching earrings. My hair in a slick back ponytail. Gorgeous makeup. Like I've said. I've never felt happier than I am now.

I got secretly escorted to a black limbo that took me to the premier. I only had a small role in the movie but got a decent amount of screen time. None of the cast knew I was coming to the premier. So it was just me in the limo.

I had been tracing my thoughts and regaining them as I was in the limo so close to the premier. Everyone else was already there so it was going to be a big appearance. I was feeling good about it.

The limo pulled up and I have never been more anxious than ever. The security guard opened the door and got out. The paparazzi was screaming my name.

This got many of my costars attention. I walked out onto the red carpet and do what I do best. Pose, smile, and wave.

I had been talking to different reporters due to my surprise appearance. I got away from them as fast as I could. I ran into one of my co-stars. Timothèe Chalamet. Or as I like to call him, Timmy Tim. He hated that name. That's why I called him that.

"Woah." He muttered to himself thinking I didn't hear him. I did. I just didn't say anything.

"Well hello to you too." I said with a soft smile on my face.

"Didn't know you where going to make anappearance." He replied.

"Thought I'd show up." I said back at him. God he looked so hot. With his hair and his suit and his face. I didn't say anything to him though.

"You look amazing." He looked at me up and down before meeting me back at my eyes.

"You don't look bad yourself." I said while looking at him up and down as well. Then meeting him back at his eyes.

There was no question that there was some sexual tension between us. There always had been.

"Can't wait for the after party." He confidently said while licking his lipstheb biting his bottom one.

"I'll make sure to come find you." I said back to him. He winked at me before walking off.

We where both so confident around each other. And cocky. It had been so great to be back.

[avalanchesumich]

mastermind!au

november 16

cam was deep into her book when someone knocked on her door. she looked up for a moment and decided to ignore it and keep reading, up until the person knocked repeatedly likw a mad man.

cam rolled her eyes and jumped down from her bed after marking her place in her book. she walked to her desk and grabbed her pepper spray. slowly she opened the door, and she so desperately wanted to slam it shut.

“taylor?” she gasped. “what are you doing here?”

“i came to see you of course,” taylor grinned. “you being my favorite sister and all.”

“i’m your only sister,” cam grumbled, watching how he peaked around cameron to look into her dorm. “i told you to tell me when you’re coming. he isn’t here, stop looking.”

“what kind of big brother would i be if i didn’t come unannounced?” taylor shrugged, walking into her room. “so where is he?”

“he’s in class,” cameron answered, smiling slightly. she did miss her brothers.

before taylor could respond, there were three knocks on the door before gabe entered.

“babe, you won’t believe what happened in class today…” gabe cut his sentence short upon seeing the boy in her room. “oh, uh, hi,” he said awkwardly. he looked over at cam, who mouthed an apology.

“hi, gabriel,” taylor nodded. “do you always let yourself into my sister’s room like this.”

“um, no,” gabe lied, swallowing thickly. “not usually.”

“taylor, don’t be a dick,” cam rolled her eyes. “ignore him, gabe.”

“how about coffee?” taylor offered. “on me? i’d like to get to know your boyfriend, cammy.”

“cammy?” gabe raised his eyebrows, watching as taylor opened the door, waiting for the two of them to follow.

“never call me that, gabe, i swear to god,” cam warned, glaring at taylor. “i’m sorry about this. if i had known he was coming i would have told you. i promise.”

“i know,” gabe nodded with a soft smile. “can you hurry up and put some shoes on. i’m already nervous, i don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“its just taylor,” cam rolled her eyes, but did as her boyfriend asked nonetheless. “he’s gonna like you. he can only keep up the scary big brother act for so long, you have nothing to worry about.”

gabe didn’t say anything, but waited for her to grab her keys to lock the door behind them, allowing her to lead the way.

taylor was true to his word, he did pay for the coffee, declining gabe’s polite efforts to pay, and glaring at cam, who told also declined gabe’s effort.

gabe had to get back to campus to work on a project with a classmate, but taylor stuck around for a little longer, him and cam walking around.

“so what’s the verdict?” cam asked quietly, kicking a pebble as she walked.

“he’s not half bad,” taylor shrugged, laughing when cam jammed her elbow into his side. “alright, alright, he’s got my stamp of approval” he said. “ease off, i’ve got games this weekend. you still coming to the home game?”

“yeah,” cam grinned, excited to see her brother play for the first time in a while. “me, val, and timmy are driving up.”

“good,” taylor nodded before clearing his throat. by the sigh cam let out, he knew she knew what he was about to bring up. “you’re gonna have to talk to him eventually.”

“i talk to him everyday, taylor.”

“you know what i mean,” taylor scoffed. “not the hi how was your day texts like you guys just met. he misses your ridiculous updates that no one asks for, but we all love anyway. he misses you.”

“no one looks forward to me saying i bought another overpriced coffee,” cam ignored the rest of what taylor said.

“sure we do,” taylor nodded. “he does, cammy. he lives on the other side of the fucking country. i know it doesn’t seem like it, but he’s being a dick of a brother because he cares about you. he feels guilty for what happened with brian.”

“he knows it wasn’t his fault,” cam whispered. “and he needs to move on. i did.”

“call him,” taylor demanded. “as soon as i leave. hash it out.”

“can you stay forever?”

“cameron.”

“okay, geez,” cam rolled her eyes, ignoring the burning sensation they had. she blinked the tears away as they neared the parking lot. “see you saturday.”

“see you saturday,” taylor smiled. he wrapped his little sister into a big hug, it beinf the first one in months.

“drive safe,” cam said, pulling away.

“i will,” taylor nodded. hjs eyes drifted behind cam, and he nodded. “call cale.”

“i will,” cam nodded, turning around to see gave waiting. she gave taylor one last hug before she departed to meet gabe on the sidewalk.

“hi,” he smiled, throwing his arm around her shoulder. “how was it?”

“good,” cam nodded, leaning into him as they walked away. “missed him.”

“i know you did,” gabe nodded, pressing a kiss to her temple. “what’s the plan now?”

“right now, i’m gonna call cale,” cam answered quietly. “it’s time to deal with it, i guess.”

“atta girl,” gabe whispered encouragingly. he wasn’t aware of the full extent of the makar sibling argument, but he’d been trying to get her to figure things out with cale.

“we’ll meet you and the guys at the dining hall for dinner?”

“yeah,” gabe nodded as they came to a stop outside her dorm building. “text me when you’re on your way. and when you get to your room.”

“i will,” cam laughed. she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek before making her way to her room.

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Growing up

Finally got around to writing this!

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With Omega’s weekly supervisors called away on a mission, the Titans offered to step in. After all, over half the teams are related in some way. 15 year old Damian bickers with Tim over something stupid. Kon teases Jon every time the younger super kisses Mar’i Grayson’s cheek. The speedsters-Irey, Jai, and Bart-are bouncing around the room, talking at a million miles an hour. Cassie and Rose chat with Lian as the archer works on a new arrow.

Jaime has Colin helping him with dinner, the mouth watering smells filling the room. Milagro was supposed to be helping, but they’d barely seen her today. She’d locked herself in her room. Something about a time sensitive project.

Heads cocking, the ones with superhearing turn towards the door. Mar’i, bouncing on her toes, squeals, “Milagro’s coming now!”

The younger team look excited, even Damian has a a smile on his face. Jaime raises an eyebrow at his teammates. Given the confusion on their faces, of them know what’s happening either. Lian pulls out her phone as the door cracks open. The sweet voice of his younger sister drifts through, “Someone’s recording Jaime, right?”

Perking up at his name, he shoots a look at the door, “Mocosa, I swear to God—“

“It’s not bad! I just want your reaction to something.”

“Pinche…okay, what is it?”

The doors slide open more. Milagro glides into the room, a brilliant smile on her proud face, “I finished my Quiñce dress!”

She spins, allowing the fluffy skirts to billow out around her, flashing the matching flats underneath. The soft pink fabric makes her tan skin glow. Delicate beading covers the bodice and skirt, intricate patterns that could only have been hand sewn.

A few of the heroes take a peak at her older brother. Though far from crying, there’s a soft sadness in his dark eyes. A flood of memories washing over him, trying to place who the young woman infront of him was.

The squishy faced baby his parents brought home. The one that slept on his chest while he watched cartoons, or in the bassinet that had been in their family for generations. The one his parents named for the glorious miracle she was. The one who always splashed him when it was bathtime and Mamí let him help.

The stubborn toddler chasing after him and Ty, wanting them to play dress up with her. The one that would come into his room on rare stormy days. The one he could always make laugh with a funny face, or calm down when their parents couldn’t. The one he taught to skateboard by holding both her hands as he ran with her.

The giggly little girl that would run up to him, holding his hand as they walked home from school. Some guys had teased him about it, but Jaime didn’t pay them any attention. He’d never admit it, but it was the best part of his day. The only one who never gave up that he was alive.

Is this the same little girl who made him a big brother?

“Jaime?” Milagro’s voice breaks his train of thought. She looks at him expectantly, fiddling with her hands, “¿qué opinas?”

His proud, confident, head strong sister…looks nervous. Like his approval means something to her. Then it hits him.

To her, it does mean something.

Tilting his head, he looks her over, before a soft smile graces his handsome face, “…Are you still going to make me dance with you?”

A brilliant smile lights up her beautiful face, though mischief twinkles in her eyes, “I do have the contract you signed.”

“It was on construction paper and, technically, I was a minor—”

“That’s why I had Mamí y Papí witness it.” Milagro reminds him, “I will still allow you to pick the music as long as Mamí hears it too.”

“Deal.” He laughs, then offers her another smile, “Es perfecto, Mocosa Verde.”

Mar’i bounces on her toes, pulling on Tim’s arm, “Can we give it to her now, Uncle Timmy?”

“Yes, Star!” The older man laughs, “Go grab it.”

“Grab what?” Milagro asks, frowning as Mar’i flies to her dance bag on the hook. While she’s rummaging around in it, Damian speaks before his brother can.

“An early gift from Mother and Father. Father remembers how important a Bat Mitzvah was to Grandmother, and Mother insisted on personally picking out the gift.”

Mar’i flies back over to her friend. Setting a simple box on the counter, the younger girl straightens up, “You told me that you wanted to feel like a princess at your quince.”

Her own accent trips on the unfamiliar word, but that doesn’t change her smile. Mar’i opens the box to reveal a beautiful tiara. Soft pink gems match the beading on her bodic and the sliver exactly what Milagro had dreamed of. Mar’i lifts it up, floating to be above Milagro, “Every princess needs a crown!”

“I-I can’t accept—“

“You will.” Damian says simply, “Mother won’t hear a word otherwise.”

“Damn, Mil,” Lian whistles, circling her friend with the phone to snap pictures, “I think this is your best work yet!”

“Thank you!” The lantern beams, “I’m going to change before dinner.”

As she disappears again, the other begin to wrap up their activities and head towards the table. Jaime takes a moment to breathe, wrapping his head around the big change happening soon.

“You good, dude?” Kon asks, taking the stack of plates from the counter. Jaime nods.

“Just…younger siblings you know?”

The super laughs at that, “Trust me, it’s weirder when they start dating.”

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can we get another part with prisoner!Ink with one of the six claw officers please?

((Morning anon, hope your well today on this Friday. But sure, I can write something for you. Just a moment please. And Ink along with some others belong to @demon-blood-youths They are all older in this so after or around their 20+ including Taz, Navarro, Gerald, Ping, Timmy, and Dainella. They got corrupted as well thanks to their own gangs.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"Wait, what happened Bakugo!? You said you were watching her on your shift! How the hell did she do that!?" Bakugo growls hearing Rin shouting at him as he was being treated from a hit he got from Ink.

"I don't fucking know! She challenged me so I took it!"

"Challenged you? As in a fight? Why did you even accept that when you know it's wrong to fight in prison with the inmates active like this." Ren sighed but Bakugo winces when Izuku was done bandaging him up.

"Again, I don't fucking know. I Hear she was one of the strongest women in this dump so I took it up as a challenge to see for myself!" he said pointing at Ren who blinks to cross his arms.

"Which resulted in you getting your ass kicked." Denji laughed only for Bakugo to snap at him.

"SHE GOT LUCKY!"

"Enough you two. Did you at least take her back to her cell?"

"I did but that was hours ago. She might be out eating lunch with her gang or whatever. I can see why Mr. Henderson warned us that she was that dangerous." He grumbled but he still felt sore from that hit. Ink was one dangerous women alright.

~~~In the Cafeteria~~~

"Yo Ink!" She binks hearing her name but saw another gang walking over with smiles. This made some from her own the DBT look up seeing some.

"Hey demon sis what's up! I see they let you out from your punishment cells early." she smiled looking at the other woman. Jinx Violet, leader of her own gang, the cursed vixens were let out while they were happily going to sit down.

"Yeah, they did but guess they got a bit scared around us or..thanks to Melinda we got out." she said to seeing another woman sit by Jaron who wraps a arm around her and happily gives soft kisses to her.

"Missed you.." He whispered to her.

"Heh, missed you more.." she purrs against his lips as they were gently kissing one another.

The others took their seats as well with some food.

"Though, it's pretty boring being in this dump but seems Mr. Henderson is getting scared now." Jinx laughed but she was eating some food while sitting by her.

"Ohhhh I see that. But seems he's a scared knowing he's got many of our friends in prison now." Ink said but saw Breezy and Rust doing a arm wrestling contest.

"I fucking heard you got new officers though. Is that true?" Echo asked sitting by Navarro who was eating some food but checking out some things.

"It's true. Six of them from what Mr. Henderson said. I didn't think he would find six of them even from the last few that ran off with their tails in between their legs. But, these six are pretty fun to play with." Ink snickered that Jinx laughed.

"Knowing you, you'll have fun breaking them. I know I did with my own cursed cuddle bear." she looks over seeing another male but he looks only to wink that she smiled. Yuji was with his friends but they were moved from another prison out of america but she liked him very much.

"Though, maybe it's just new fun. I hear the others in different prisons are having fun too. Though, guess they will do what they know is right." Hellmare said but she was drinking something with Maggie eating and Oblivion chatting with another woman named Yuuka Nakano. They were pin pals/friends at first but were now dating after getting to know one another. She used to be in another location but Mr. Henderson told that all fractions are to be moved to this main prison to be kept under lock and key.

"Hmmm, so what do we do?" Fosh asked typing on a tablet but he saw some of the other inmates were eating but he saw another woman walk over with some cake but she sits by Fosh while checking her tablet with his.

"I Don't know but I guess we will know about it later. What do you think Shdwkyz?" he looks seeing another eating but he looks to the hackers.

"Don't know. It's possible to what we can do but I don't think we can....even with the boosted security. Remember? I Hear Terry has another hacker helping with learning more about it but I heard she was-"

"Over here. Terry said he wouldn't mind a little chaos but...meh." Cat shrugs but she looks to Terry eating by Shdwkyz and Vivi while they were thinking.

"Hey Ink!" she looks to see another male but he pats her head as she giggled.

"Hey cousin! what's up?" she smiled but Davion laughed to sit near.

"Nothing much. Heard you got some fresh meat today. Six of them. What are they like? Easy or challenging?" he asked.

"Hmmmm..in between but it's fun to see what they can do. I already got a sample with one of them. Sorta hardheaded but fun. I can't wait to see how the others are." she said smiling.

"I Hope you do." Davion said as he along with others were eating more food now together. But who knows what could happen during this. Only time will tell.