#he puts his kids to sleep. the dreams were nice yeah. only nice to two? one? the other one knew so much that his dreams were never

[sotogalmo]

6:06

Hmmm ... nightmare gas & red Smoke ,,,,

Hmmmmm

#time diary(?) #audrey/kellie's time diary #small idea. what if the toys(ones given to CC: fredbear plush) semi have the same thing going on?? yk?? #like. the fazfrights stories r weird. but like. i think they just mostly talk bout like. toys from freddy's or any merch from freddy's #cc has trouble sleeping. but also. also. maybe maybe ... the reason why william made the gas(minus to torment his kids: weird #i think he wouldnt rlly do that. he does emotional manipulation. he wouldnt want his kids scared of him. he wants his kids #to trust him. to trust him so much that they follow his every words like trained dogs. thats what he did to vanessa & it worked #so he must've also done that to his own kids: via Micheal's speech in SL. that video is never leaving me) #william sees himself in all of his kids. he wants to be the only one though. so hes distant(mentally & emotionally)- #he puts his kids to sleep. the dreams were nice yeah. only nice to two? one? the other one knew so much that his dreams were never #dreams. he knew too much: his nightmares. he knew it all to well. he knew what William was doing #just like William knew what his Mother was doing. William's mom's knew what her father was doing #great grandfather: hare. grandmother: hare. william: hare. Crying Child: rabbit #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #poppy playtime #poppy playtime red smoke #william afton #cc afton #evan afton #i rlly rlly like the idea of cc being like will if you couldnt tell<3

[tojikai]

Sundered 6: DREAMS

Pairing: Gojo x reader

• Part 1  |  Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 …+

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, implied noncon, sexual assault

word count: 6.7k

He wished to tell you that he loves you too but that wouldn’t be right.

“Megumi.” Toji warned, raising a finger at the breathless, laughing toddler. “No jumping on the bed. You’ll fall.” He put an apple in his mouth as he watched them. You combed the ends of your hair, leaning on the doorframe. Toji was sitting on the bed, while the two kids were playing beside him, jumping up and down.

“Yui, baby, can I ask you something?” He gently picked the little girl up, glancing at you as he put the bowl of fruit down. He sat her on his lap, “Who's Gumi's Dada?” Yui looked up at him, pointing a finger at his chest. “Alright, very good. How about you? Who’s your Dada?” You know what he’s trying to make her understand.

Yui just developed that habit because oftentimes, Megumi would run and call Toji. And what her playmates do, Yui does too. She would follow him screaming ‘Dada’ as well, but Toji never failed to gently correct her. “Toru!” She raised her short hands, clapping as she looked at you. “That’s nice. So, you call Satoru Dada, okay?” He tapped her cheek.

“Toji no? No Dada?” She shook her head at him, asking. “Yes, just look at your hair.” You butted in, pointing playfully at her as you walked towards them. You can feel Toji’s eyes on you as you sit down in front of them. You’re still not over the conversation you had earlier. But you’re not letting the kids hear about that.

Yui was pulling at her hair, trying to see the color and looking back at Toji’s to check. “See? You and Satoru look the same.” You pinched her cheek “Yui hair white.” Megumi pointed at his playmate, “Yeah, you’re getting good at colors!” You raised your hand, asking for a high five, which he gladly returned with a shy smile.

Toji looked at you as you scooted beside him, before placing a hand on your thigh. He’s ready to apologize, but he doesn’t know if he can let it go. Toji’s mind is still stuck on that day you told him Satoru was still in love with you. And if he’s being honest, it puts him in a really rough spot.

“It’s getting late.” You tapped on your phone, allowing it to light up. “Why are they not tired yet?” You yawned, feeling his thumb rub on your skin. “'cause they ate the cake.” He sighed, stretching his back before staring at you again, “What?” You asked, watching him shake his head. “We got things to talk about.” He nodded.

“I know. Later, we will.” You moved to him, pecking his lip quickly, “We can’t talk about it with the children in here.” Scrolling through your contacts, you pressed Satoru’s number. “Yui, come here, we’ll talk to Dada.” Tapping a quick message that you’ll call, you sat your child in between your thighs.

“Do you want to say sorry to Dada? You were mean to him earlier.” You poked her side, watching her nod before throwing something at her playmate.”’Gumi, sit down first.” Toji told the boy and he followed, but only to continue playing with Yui. Megumi’s a quiet kid but with playmates around, he can get hyper too.

“Wait, what if he’s asleep now?” You asked Yui, “Maybe we can apologize tomorrow when he picks you up, okay?” You kissed her cheek, hearing her whine, “Now Mama. Yui says sorry.” She tried to grab the phone. “Okay, okay. Alright. Wait a second, we’ll try.” You pressed the telephone icon. There were multiple rings but no answer.

“Dada’s asleep.” You pouted at her, “He said he wants to sleep early so he can see you early tomorrow too!” You tickled her side, making her flinch with a smile, followed by fits of giggle that made Toji chuckle. ‘Gumi quickly replaced you, laughing with the little girl as he pokes her tummy.

“Let them play like that, they’ll get tired quicker,” Toji uttered, putting a hand behind his head. “What happened earlier? I thought it was his schedule today.” He asked, referring to the events earlier. “You said that his mom was there.” He added recalling what you were explaining to him before you fought.

“Yeah, and he had to take Yui back here with me. We were supposed to eat Yui’s cake there before he takes me home because that’s what she wants. But of course, the devil ruins things.” You rolled your eyes just thinking about his Mom. You still haven’t told your mother about it, knowing how she gets when it’s about you.

“Does Satoru’s father know that she’s like that?” It’s now your turn to nod, “He’s just tired of her, actually. I know.” His father’s always busy but you’d never forget how he’d always take your infant for a walk to give her some sun.

“Oh, I thought your son wasn’t married yet. Look at this cute baby girl.” An elderly man who once visited said to him, It worried you that your child was born out of wedlock. You used to avoid going out with them to avoid this type of situation but his father didn’t mind.

“They’re not married yet. This one’s a…”mini advanced gift” for us.” He chuckled, lightly bouncing the infant in his arms. “Oh, she's like a little girl version of Satoru.” The elderly cooed when Yui opened her eyes. Whenever Satoru’s mother tries to argue with you and he’s around, he’d also say a sentence or two just to stop her.

“You’re not thinking! Getting a baby’s ear pierced. What kind of a mo—” She rambled on, claiming that I was harming her granddaughter when they visited Satoru’s house. “You’re crying about this more than the child who got her ears pierced.” Satoru’s father cut her off, rubbing his temples as he sat beside her.

Satoru was taking a call outside and his mother just had to take this opportunity to antagonize you. “I’m her grandmother. I got the right to protect her. She’s a newborn!” His mother was hysterical and if it weren’t for Satoru’s father, you would be talking back to her by now. “She’s 5 months old, Aiko! She’s an infant. Stop arguing with the mother.”

You sat far from them, not wanting to scare the baby in your arms. “She’s not capable of—” His mother tried to retort but Satoru’s father was getting fed up “You’re not capable of understanding.” With that, the fight came to an end and after a few minutes, Satoru was walking back to the living room. “What’s going on?” He asked but his mother could only scowl.

After a little while, the kids started to get sleepy. Yui was whining as she rubbed her eyes, and Megumi kept asking for the phone. “You could let him watch something that could help him sleep. Like the—” You were about to suggest but Toji was already picking the child up, answering: “Ah, no. My wife used to cut off his screen time 30 minutes before sleep.”

You remained silent for a minute as you took off Yui’s hair ties. “Let’s go to bed.” You whispered after combing the toddler’s hair. “Come on, so we can talk.” You lifted Yui up before walking to her room with Toji trailing behind you. When Megumi and Toji stay over, he and Yui share a bed. Thankfully, it was big enough for the two of them as Yui rolls around a lot in her sleep.

You were supposed to sleep over at Toji’s house tonight. But because of the fight that you had, you figured that sleeping here would be more comfortable. It was good that he always kept some extra clothes for Megumi in his car.

Now, the two toddlers are peacefully sleeping and you two are starting to feel the tension again.

“You can go first, what is bothering you?” He asked as the two of you walked back to your room. You don’t know why but for some reason, you feel embarrassed that you’re getting jealous of his wife. Not only that but it also makes you feel overreacting. You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, telling yourself that it was better to say it now than to let it get worse.

“It’s because…you keep talking about your wife.” You let your shoulders slouch as you plopped on the bed, watching his face contort into disbelief. “My wife?” He repeated, he looked at you as if you just told him a dark secret. “Toji, look. When you want to tell or suggest something to me, Can you not… always say that your wife did this and that? I mean… I just get uncomfortable.”

There was a pregnant pause as he straightened up, pacing back and forth as he thought of an answer. You wished he didn’t take that long because now it’s making you feel like it’s hard to decide between the living and the dead. It’s making you feel like you're not even in his top five; like you only come after someone who can't even be here.

It’s making you feel like you’re just the second best. And that’s all you’ll ever know of him too.

“Look, I am simply putting her words out. You know how much they mean to me, you know how much and what she means to me—” He sat down on a chair across the room, explaining as calmly as he can but that hurts and before you know it, you’re already asking him: “Then, what do I mean to you?” Toji looked at you, mouth slightly ajar.

“You’re jealous? Of my dead wife?” He tried to clarify like it’s the most unbelievable thing you said. “It’s not jealousy, I just—” He cut you off by exhaling harshly, rubbing his face. “She’s not here, Y/N. I could only think of her, but you’re here with me. How could you feel jealous about that?” It’s only making you feel bad; like what you’re feeling is trivial.

“It’s because you make me feel that way.” You clenched your fist. This type of pain is making you angry; not because it hurts too much but because it’s pissing you off that after everything during these months, he could still make you feel like this. “I know that if you're given a chance to choose you wouldn't want me in her place, but I wish you didn't make me feel like that too much.”

“Do you really just expect me to never reminisce about her? She’s my first wife. I lost her so suddenly I didn’t even have time to process it.” Everything that he’s saying is wrong to you and you’re not afraid to express. You cannot live with a man who probably wishes that you were someone else. “Then, why did you even date me?” Your words were sharp, like how you’re looking at him.

“And why did you even date me when you still can’t get over your ex?” He retorted, “You won't let me call you a petname because he used to call you that. How is that any different?” Now, he’s just as aggravated as you and you hated it. You hated arguing with him even if it was just about simple things and now that it’s not something simple, it frustrates you even more.

“Satoru isn’t dead, Toji. I wished that you called me something else because it’s triggering, and I don’t get to control that.” You tried to keep your voice down as your hands clenched. “I do it because I’m protecting my peace, not because I compare the things you do.” You panted, looking at him with nothing but exasperation in your eyes.

“Toji, I’m starting to feel like a placeholder.” You put your hands on your knees, hanging your head low. “I’m starting to feel like a stand-in for your dead wife. And you would keep telling me what she used to do so I could perfect it.” Biting your lip as you shook your head, “I wish you’d just understand me. I really want to try with you…”

He leaned back on the chair, keeping his eyes on you. “Look, Y/N. I’m sorry.” He spoke after a couple of seconds, “I can’t promise to not think about her because that person; that woman is the mother of my son.”

“And I want to try with you too, you know that. Maybe this will all get better with time. But I can’t find my peace knowing that he’s just there, loving you.” The room felt so big now that there was a space between you and Toji. A space that is bigger than the actual size of your room.

“Then, what should I do?” You asked him, genuinely clueless as to what he wanted to happen. “I don’t know, Y/N.” He shook his head, sighing. “What should you do when someone keeps trying to get to you?” There was an obvious answer to that.

“You know I can’t just do that. He’s the father of my daughter, Toji. You know where I’m coming from—” You looked at him, your eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t. He literally told you he regrets you and your daughter, isn’t that enough for you to take Yui away?” You shook your head, eyes tearing up as you realized what he just said.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that. Babe—” He walked towards you, grasping the weight of his words. “Don’t touch me.” You shut your eyes, not wanting to shed a tear anymore. “Just…just don’t talk to me right now, Toji.” Your hands gestured for him to stay back as you shook your head.

“I can’t believe you’d use my pain against me.” You whispered to him as you stood up, walking out of the room.

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“What about…Yui?” Your eyes glimmered as you looked at him, “Ah…I like that.” Satoru smiled up at you, before leaning down. “Yui? Do you like that—” Before he could even finish his sentence, you stared at each other with wide eyes. “She just kicked…” He laughed, placing his hand on your bump.

“Yui. How’s my little girl?” He asked again, earning another kick after a couple of seconds. “That’s so cute, Satoru.” You gushed, happy tears pooling in your eyes. “She likes that name.” He sighed, kissing your stomach before standing up. The sinking sun made your eyes gleam.

“She’ll be here soon.” He kissed your forehead, putting his hand around your waist as he closed his eyes feeling the wind blow on his face. At that moment, he felt like he’s got everything already. At first, you talked about how everything you’ll do is just for the child.

But as months went by, seeing your face first thing in the morning and last thing in the night has already become Satoru’s favorite thing.

“What are you thinking about?” You looked up at him as you stood there on his balcony, holding his hands on your stomach. “You. So, kiss me.” He leaned down as you giggled, pecking his lips. “More.” He intertwined your fingers with his, brushing his nose on your outer ear until you gave him another one.

You wouldn’t have met if Satoru didn’t enter the bar you were working at, and that thought made Satoru grateful that he did because this is something he wouldn't want to miss.

“Y/N, stay with me.” He whispered, feeling you lean your body on him. “I love you...Y/N”

“Kiss me…” And so Naomi did, putting her lips on his as she tried to prepare him. She closed her eyes as he heard him hum, speaking other words unknown but she knew that it was to urge her to continue. “More…” The word made her exhale, relaxing more and more as he coaxed her, probably half asleep.

Maybe he’s just too sleepy and drunk. She thought, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. She raised her lower half, aligning herself with him. She traced her fingers on his arms before lacing them with his. She felt his warmth as she took a deep breath, thinking one last time before throwing it all away, frustrated.

She was ready to put it in, take all of him in her, and just let it all happen. You were a stranger to Satoru when he chose to keep a life with you. But I’m his girlfriend; his salvation and love. Satoru wouldn’t deny me and his child to me. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to find the final push to proceed.

But it only took one word from him for her to come back down. Her temperature dropped low as she felt her blood run cold.

“...Y/N.” Naomi halted her movements, eyes wide in shock. Did he just call your name in his sleep? “...Stay with me.” His brows furrowed in his sleep, and Naomi could only look as his image got blurry because of her tears. What? “I love you…Y/N.” She clasped her hand over her chest, trying to move away.

He’s dreaming about you? All this time? Tears fell from her face as she tried not to make another movement or sound. And he said he loves you? Her initial suspicions were right. Naomi’s throat constricted as she held in her sob. “No…” She whispered, finding it hard to breathe. Her ears were starting to ring as she struggled to get up.

*Ring. Ring. Ring.*

Naomi’s breath was knocked out of her lungs as she noticed Satoru’s phone ringing and vibrating beside his pillow. He can’t wake up. Not now… She thought as she forced her weak knees to work and grab the phone without startling him but it was impossible as it was right beside his head, partially covered by the pillow.

Before she could even get it, Satoru stirred awake, blinking his eyes up at her. “Naomi?” His eyes scanned her before realizing the situation she put the both of them in. “What the fuck?” His eyes went wide, trying to get up. Naomi was panicking, stepping off of him as he looked at her with confusion and disgust.

“S-Satoru, it isn’t like—” She tried to hold his hand, face wet with tears as he tried to get away from her, “What the fuck are you trying to do?” Pulling his pants before standing up. She picked up her silk robe, trying to give herself some decency as what she did started to sink into her. “Were you—fuck!” Satoru’s frustration was obvious, making Naomi flinch as she wept.

“Were trying to sleep with me while I was out?” His eyes were filled with emotions; dismay, disgust, fear, and disbelief. The last thing Satoru remembered was staring at his phone before he dozed off. Then, he remembered dreaming about you. Satoru rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm. He knows that he shouldn’t have taken shot after shot even if he’s at home.

Satoru’s a lightweight and Naomi knows that. Could it be… “You made me drink on purpose.” His voice lowered as he pointed a finger at her. “No…I didn’t. I—” She tried to utter, voice coming out as a squeak, “I am not asking a question. I know that you did.” Satoru gritted through his teeth.

“Do you know what can happen to you?” Satoru walked towards her, glowering. “I could put you behind bars for this, Naomi.” Satoru was fuming, he didn't even know where the alcohol in his body went. He just knows that he’s dizzy. Raising his hand only to put it back down again, he doesn’t want to risk anything.

“What were you trying to do?” He spoke in a low voice, reaching for his phone on the bed. Your name was written in bold letters when he looked at his notifications. So, it was you who was calling. Once again saving him from whatever type of hell he got himself into. “N-nothing happened.” She shook her head, trying to convince him with her eyes.

“I’m not asking you if something happened or not, I’m asking about what you were trying to do.” His jaw and teeth hurt by how hard he is biting down. She sat there with tears cascading down her cheek while Satoru waited for her. “Please, don’t make me do this—”

He can't believe that a face as angelic and tame as this could do something so evil; so vile.

“Don’t make you do what? You feel embarrassed now but you weren’t embarrassed earlier when you were assaulting me!” He snapped, watching her eyes widen and her fear flashes on her face. “It’s not that, Satoru. I wasn’t trying to…” She walked to him, grabbing his hand with her cold ones. Satoru snatched his hand away, taking a step back.

His glares sent daggers to her heart. Never once has he been like this to her. “I…We were having problems. I thought that a…a child—” Naomi stopped talking, crying even more as Satoru closed his eyes and shook his head. He could tell that he was holding back on her.

“We were having problems so you thought having a child would fix it.” He finished for her, biting his lip. Her tendencies scared Satoru. He remembered how he decided not to tell her about his feelings for you earlier when he had every chance to because he felt bad. And now that one decision almost ruined him. “I’m gonna tell you now. Nothing will fix this.”

Naomi could feel her heart crack and break at his words. “Is it because of her?” She scowled, thinking about his mother’s words. “Is it because she got a boyfriend? Satoru, she's only trying to make you jealous—” She tried to explain, desperate to make him listen to her. “I don’t fucking care. I don’t care if she doesn’t take me back, I don’t care if she's only doing that to spite me.” Stopping, he took a step towards her.

“Naomi, I don’t give a fuck if she hurts me back because I fucking deserve it.” He panted, “For all the shit I put her through when I decided to be with you instead of fixing things as I promised her.” His mouth quivers as memories flash across his vision.

The day he let go, the day he started over for himself, the day he chose only for himself while you were out there waiting for a change.

“You know… I don’t regret meeting you. Because you helped me. You were a great friend to me. But I regret choosing you over Y/N. We should’ve never been something like this.” He sighed deeply, listening to her sniffles and apologies. “I should’ve just told you earlier that I’m still in love with her.” With that sentence, all her questions got answered. Naomi's world came apart.

“You’re getting checked tomorrow.” He stood up straight, grabbing his phone as he headed for the door. “Satoru, nothing happened, there’s no need to—” She tried to go after him, stopping when he paused by the door. “I don’t trust you.” He spoke before stepping out, leaving Naomi in the room with nothing but her broken heart, shame, and humiliation.

Satoru sat on the couch, running his hands through his hair. He stared blankly at the dark corner of his room, thinking about all the wrong paths he took. So much has happened and it’s not even a whole day yet. First, his mother ruined his child’s family day, and now— Cutting off his own thoughts, Satoru started to suspect something.

Naomi said she spoke to his mother. Is she, by any chance, involved with the decisions she came up with?

As much as Satoru hated to think about it, with the way his mother was acting, he couldn't help himself from thinking that she told Naomi something that made her do this. Even if she didn’t directly command her to do that, she could still be involved. Tears pooled in his eyes as he thought of it all. He did his everything to try and understand his mom, to be a good son to her.

“Naomi,” Storming back to the room, she found Naomi speaking on her phone. Terror appeared as she looked at him, hurriedly ending the call. Trudging towards her, she tried to put her phone away but with their size, it was impossible. “Who are you talking to?” He was far too angry to listen to her pleas and calls of his name.

She desperately tried to get it back but she was too late. “So, I was right? You talked to my mom about this.” He laughed bitterly, clenching the phone in his hand. “Satoru, let me explain, please. I won’t lie. We had a chat, we—” Naomi rambled on but Satoru was already pressing the call button, walking out as she chased after him.

“What?! You came up with that plan, deal with it!” Satoru can tell how annoyed she was by how she immediately answered, not even thinking about who it was. Satoru tried to keep Naomi away as she tried to grab the phone, calling her mom. “Did you coach her to violate your own son?” Satoru felt nauseous. He wants to throw up everything in his stomach.

“Satoru? No, honey, I didn’t tell her to—” Her voice cracked, shaking and tears finally escaped Satoru’s eyes. Naomi could only stand there, watching the man she loves break down because of what she did. Because of what they did. She should’ve listened to her conscience when it was telling her to stop.

Her desires brought her nothing but a quick, frail pleasure and a lifetime of agony. They gave her something to regret for the rest of her life.

“I’ll be in contact with Dad. And you won’t ever hear from me again once I settle all of this.” His voice was hoarse, low, and rough. Not giving himself a chance to hear his mother’s cries, Satoru ended the call. Before Naomi could even talk he was already harshly shrugging her touch off of him, “Don’t even try to explain. It’s clear to me now.”

“Satoru, can you just listen for a bit, I didn’t want to do that—'' She choked on her own sobs, “But you did! And I could get you arrested for it.” Satoru threatened, making her shake her head in fear. “You’ll get tested tomorrow.” He pointed a finger at her face, before turning to leave.

Entering his child’s room, Satoru sat on the bed, letting himself crumble and fall apart.

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“Mama, mama!” You woke up to the feeling of someone jumping on the bed beside you. “Eat, Y/N. Let’s eat.” Looking down, you found two children looking at you in their pajamas. “Alright, alright. I’ll be up in a minute, calm down. “ You rubbed your eyes, smiling even as you remembered how the other night went.

After an hour of sitting in the kitchen, Toji came out. You refused to look at his face, but you can feel his cautious movements around you. You subtly wiped your cheeks, trying to hide the fact that you cried. You always know that it’s alright to cry to him, but for some reason, you feel like you’re so far away from him right now.

You felt like he was holding a weapon against you. One shot could be enough to tear you down again.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, after a couple of seconds of standing in front of you. You looked down, leaning on the kitchen counter. “I didn’t mean to say that.” Toji took a seat on one of the chairs, patiently waiting for you to respond. Sighing, you looked up at him, seeing him looking at you with contrite in his eyes.

“You’re a father too, Toji.” You tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, before letting your hand rest on your nape. “I know, Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that.” Toji admits that he felt like you were being unfair to him. He didn’t realize that he was the one being unfair to Satoru when he’s obviously trying to stay at a distance.

“Please, understand that I’m not asking you to forget your wife. I just don’t like feeling like I’m…like I’m not enough.” You swallowed right after saying it, as if it’s a strong medicine that tasted bad enough to numb your tongue. “I’ve had enough of feeling like that.” It was barely above whisper, Toji didn’t really catch it but he wrapped you in his arms.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Kissing your forehead, he felt you relax in his arms. Toji hated himself for making you feel like this again. He hated that he let himself project his feelings on you. The jealousy was coming from him and not you. He failed to understand your point because he was blinded by his bitterness over the fact that you and Satoru are finally getting along.

He didn’t even think of the child involved.

“I’m tired. I just want to sleep.” You murmured to his chest, “Alright, alright. Let’s go.” With that, you and Toji went to bed; with his arms around you and your back against his chest. You didn’t want your head against his chest, you can’t bring yourself to look in his eyes.

You were afraid that you’d hear a different name if you listened to the beat of his heart. It would be painful to see a different woman in the reflection in his eyes.

Picking up your phone, you felt the two kids lay beside you. There were texts from Satoru. You initially assumed that it’s probably because of your missed call from the night before but your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw how early he sent them. 4:37 in the morning.

Opening the messages, you heard Toji enter the room. “What are you two doing? I said "no jumping on the bed.”” Your eyes were glued to the screen of your phone, taking in every single word in Satoru’s messages. “Good morning,” You felt a kiss on your forehead, “You okay?” Toji asked, curious as to why you looked worried first thing in the morning.

“Satoru’s got matters, he can’t pick Yui up until later today.” You spoke, opening the next message. I saw your call last night. I couldn’t call back because it was late. I fell asleep early. “It’s probably because of what happened yesterday.” You caught a sigh escape from Toji’s lips. “He’ll be ok. He won’t let you get caught up in this.”

He sat down next to you as he looked at the screen, you didn’t bother hiding it, not wanting to make him feel like you’re hiding something. “Do you want to talk to him?” You looked at him as soon as the words escaped his lips. “It’s okay. He would say that if he needed that.” You replied, looking away after giving him a small smile.

“Well then let’s have breakfast, I cooked something. The kids woke up really early.” He chuckled, pecking your cheek. “I’ll be there.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as you kissed his ear. “Thank you so much.” You whispered to him, feeling his weight on you.

“Anything for you.” Only Toji knows how much he meant those words.

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“It will be out in two days.” Satoru threw the car keys on the couch, before walking towards the stairs. “You can take all your belongings. If I–“ He trailed but Naomi cut him off, “Satoru, I’m sorry. I was just desperate to–“ He gave her a warning look, making her look down. He’s been nothing but cold to her.

“You’re desperate so you tried to do that to me?” He shook his head, “You know, I’m sorry too. I regret that I didn’t just tell you what was really going on. I should've just broken up with you that day. I thought I could save it if I tried, even just for the sake of the time we were together and what you did for me, but I can’t. This wouldn't have happened, you wouldn't have gotten a chance to do that.” Satoru was getting harsher and harsher with his words.

Filled with mixed emotions, he watched as the woman he trusted cried again. She’s been crying since the night before but he couldn’t find it in himself to comfort her. He doesn’t even want to be under the same roof as her at that moment. When he thinks about what could’ve happened if he didn’t wake up on time, or if you didn’t call, all he feels is dread.

“I will be the first to touch the test results.” Satoru declared as he clenched his jaw, “Satoru…can’t we just wait until—” Naomi tried to grab his arm, looking at him with teary, pleading eyes. She’s shaking, and her fingers are freezing. “Wait until what? ‘Till I can’t go back? ‘Til you achieve what you’re trying to do?! ‘Til you ruin every hope that I have?!” The woman cowers in fear and embarrassment.

“Naomi, are you not scared? Of this mess that you got me in?” He hissed at her face, watching her look down as she sobbed. She’s visibly trembling at this point, “You should be ashamed.” Satoru nodded his head, clenching his fists. “For what you’ve done... you should be ashamed.” He walked out of the room, slamming the door on her as she fell down to her knees, wailing.

Locking the door, Satoru changed quickly, before laying down on the bed. His head’s been killing him since last night; hangover, sleeplessness and stress are continuously tearing through every muscle. He looked at his phone, seeing the hundred missed calls from his mom who probably came earlier, as expected, when they went to the hospital.

Satoru was just about to put his phone down when it started to vibrate. Your contact with a picture of Yui and you flashed on the screen. He didn’t waste any time answering the video call. Seeing his little girl made all the tiredness leave his body. She looked down at the phone, smiling at him.

“Dada! Dada, Hi!” Waving at him, “Hey, baby. I’ll pick you up in a bit, alright? Dada just needs to nap.” He watched her scrunch her brows, seeing your frowning face for a second. “Yui don’t want.” She whined, hearing the word ‘nap.’ Laughing, Satoru saw you peek on the screen, “Not Yui. Dada will nap.”

“Take your time to rest. You look really tired.” You talked, holding a baby plate in your hand. “I just noticed she’s starting to look like you.” He chuckled, sighing as his eyes blinked slowly. You remained silent on the other end of the line, feeding a spoon full to the toddler.

“What were you going to say to Dada?” You talked to Yui, wiping her chin. “Sorry. Yui, uhm, Yui not nice.” The view kept shaking as she struggled to hold the phone in her small hands. “It’s ok, baby. Dada will buy you the cake, as promised.” The way her eyes lit up as she heard the word made Satoru forget about his problems.

After a little bit of talking and watching his daughter eat, you took the phone from her but still kept the camera on her face. “Say bye-bye now, let Dada sleep for a bit.” You spoke, and the kid obediently followed, waving her father goodbye, “Bye-bye. Dada.” She looked up at you, “See you later,” Repeating each word you say, Satoru could only tell her how much he loves her.

He wished to tell you that he loves you too but that wouldn’t be right.

“I’ll call later. “ He talked to you, hearing you hum, “Alright, rest well.” With that, you ended the call, leaving Satoru on the verge of sleep. He prayed to dream of you and maybe even do the things that he wished to do with you. He wished that he could just ask you to hold him before he breaks down again.

He realized that all this time, it’s you, it’s your arms that he needed to put him back together again permanently and not just as some sort of comfort that could so easily break. If he had a choice to turn back time, he’d turn it all the way back to when you, Yui, and he were together; not before he met you.

Because even if his relationship with you began with an obligation, it was still his choice to love you.

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TWO DAYS LATER

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s alright.” He spoke to the phone, struggling to put his seatbelt on. Satoru’s been anxious, he couldn’t even sleep properly. Today, he’ll be receiving the test results. “I just got back from Toji’s, and he’s got something to do so he couldn’t take me to pick Yui up.” You sighed from the other line.

You were about to take a cab to Satoru’s house but he insisted that he’ll just drop Yui off back to you. “Let’s talk about the car next time, okay? So, you don’t have to commute.” He reminded, hearing you hum. “Yeah, ok. I’ll tell Toji about it too.” With that, you bid farewell, telling him to drive safely before dropping the call.

“Alright, let’s go to Mama.” Satoru looked over at his daughter who was sucking on her binky. She nodded eagerly, wiggling her little legs as she claps her small hands. Satoru didn’t tell you about what happened with Naomi. He doesn’t even know if he’ll be able to. That night was still clear to him. He closed his eyes, grabbing the steering wheel before starting to drive.

The car ride to your house was filled with little giggles and occasional singing of his little girl. She slowed Satoru down, preventing his mind from overheating from thinking about things as she playfully calls him every now and then. "Dada! Yui hair!" She pulled at the strands, scrunching her nose as she laughed. "Dada hair!" Her fingers pointed at him.

Satoru smiled at her through the mirror, instantly understanding what she was implying. "Ah, yes, we have the same hair." He cooed, making the little girl cover her eyes as she smiled, "You're a smart kid." In no time, the two of them reached your apartment. The kid kept hugging her Dad as they walked up your steps, as if sensing his distress.

"Baby!" You opened the door for them, kissing Yui's cheek. He can see your eyes scan his face, a hint of worry was etched on your features, "Would you like to come in? How did things go?" You were reluctant to ask the question, worried that it might be a bit too private for you to know. But it looked like he needed it when a small, sad smile appeared on his lips.

"Not good," He sighed, "I'll tell you about it some other time." Satoru went inside but only to put down his daughter's bag. "I, uh, have a delivery coming today, so…" Nodding, your mouth formed an 'O' shape, "Alright, you better get back then. Say bye to Dada." You adjusted your daughter on your hip, urging her to give her father a kiss.

"Bye love, I'll see you in a few days." He pecked the kids forehead, patting her hair and smiling at you as he went. His head, his heart and his feet felt heavy as he walked away. It's like the second Satoru left your apartment, his headache was back knowing that whatever's waiting for him at his house could be another obstacle to pass. And the worst; it could be something that he can never run away from.

He arrived only a couple of minutes earlier than the mailman. The envelope felt like a tonne in his hand as he took it, signing quickly before thanking the worker. Satoru stared at it as he walked to his living room, sitting down on the couch when he felt like his knees were about to give up. With cold fingers, he opened it, going directly to the section where he could find his peace.

Eyes widening as he breathed out the air he didn't know was holding in, he slammed the papers on the table as he pulled his phone out and dialed the number he's been hoping to call ever since the incident.

"Dad, I need to talk to you."

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[isa-loves-you]

♡Michael Schmidt has a crush♡

You were a sophomore in college, even though you live in an apartment off campus you still visited your mom almost everyday to check on her and to eat.

One night while you were visiting your mom she brought up the people who lived a couple of houses down "the young man knocked on my door this morning, asking if I would or If i knew someone who can babysit his sister at night". The reason why she brought this up is because you were looking for a job, with being a college student you needed the money and nights were perfect since you only have three classes a week. "He's a cutie, he would be perfect for you" you mom called out as she walked into the other room "cute doesn't matter I just need a job".

It's been almost a month since you started watching abby. She was the best kid you have ever babysat for, and she loved you which made your job so much easier.

"Hey y/n, can I ask you a question" "what is it abs" you stopped coloring to look at her. "Will you marry Mike, so you can live here and I can see you everyday"

You were a bit taken back by the question, how did she know that you liked mike?. "I'm really flattered that you want to see me everyday, but I don't think your brother likes me like that" you flashed her a smile to ease the tension but she just shrugged her shoulders and went back to drawing.

Ever since you started watching abby you found yourself infatuated with Mike. He wasn't a very open person but for some reason mike would open up to you, your mom was right he was a cutie.

It was almost midnight until you heard keys jingle and the front door unlock. Mike threw his keys on the small table by the door before looking for you. "Hey I made peanut butter stir fry, do you want me to make you a plate" you asked while already making a B-line to the kitchen."oh no it's okay, I can get it myself you already do almost everything here" you turned to Mike grabbing his arm and pulling him to the table "oh please making a plate is not going to hurt me, now please sit down".

Mike sat down and watched you shuffle around the kitchen to make him some to eat. Mike would never admit to himself but he liked having you around, he loved that abby adored you, sometimes he thimks she likes you more than him. He really wouldn't know what he would do without you, you now became his reason to get up everyday, too look nice, and too be happy.

After mike ate he walked you to your car while talking to you "I get my paycheck tomorrow so would it be okay if you stopped by after class to pick it up?" "Yeah no problem I'll stop by around 6". You stod there justing looking into his eyes, even though Michael's face told a story of a hard life, his eyes showed compassion. You would be a fool to not fall in love with him.

Once you left, Mike got ready for bed. He took the pills he always takes, replayed the tape he always plays, and looked at the Nebraska poster he always falls asleep looking at, but something was different. You were the only thing he could think about before the sleeping pills kicked in.

His dream started out like it always does, his mom spills her coke and tells him to keep track of Garrett. As soon as he sees Garrett in the back of a strangers Cadillac he takes Chace after it. No matter how hard he runs, he can never catche up with the mysterious car.

Mike stops to put his hands on his knees and catches his breath. Giggling. He hears Giggling.

Mike looks back up to now see a field of grass. This wasn't his dream, this is different from his normal nightmares. There in the field stood a happy abby, laughing holding hands with a happier y/n. Mike feels his heart pick up speed.

"Mike!" Abby ran towards her big brother with open arms. Mike catches his sister while y/n walked twords the two of them. He flashes a smile in y/n's direction "I've missed you mike", you kiss his cheak and hug the siblings tight . If he didn't known that this was a dream he would have thought that he died and went to heaven.

"Mike Wake up, I'm hungry". Abby jumps up and down on her brothers bed until she hears him grown,"okay okay abby give me a minute". He stands up and makes his way to the bathroom while abby returns back to the living room where she watches her cartoons and color.

Once mike sets abbys plate in front of her she immediately digs in. "Abby would you be okay if I started to date someone?", the young girl replies without even thinking about it "only if its y/n, she likes you". Mike looked at his sister shocked "well who else would it be, because I like her too" he says trying to play it like he knew this whole time.

It was almost 8 when you entered the house and abby ran up to give you a hug. "Hey hun I'm sorry my class ran later, I tried to call but no one answered" Mike came out of abbys bedroom with a relieved yet anxious look on his face. "Abby go to your room, I need to talk to y/n about grown up stuff" she looks at you with big eye to try to get you to let her stay "it will only take one minute, I'll come in there to say goodnight before I go".

Abby walked to her room with a sad and betrayed face. "Um here's you're payment, you'll be here tomorrow right" "Yeah, couldn't miss it for the world.".There it was, your smile. Oh how he couldn't wait any longer once he seen your million dollar smile.

"I know this might be sudden and very out of line, but could we maybe go out sometime"

You were surprised. "Yeah that sounds great, I would love to" you were stumbling over your words a little bit from being flustered. You two stood there with awkward smiles on your face, if you weren't in his house you would have been screaming from happiness.

"I better go say goodnight to abby before I go it's getting late" you stepped closer to Mike to get to the bedroom. "Y/n '' before you could respond to him, he placed his hand on the back of your ear and placed his lips upon yours.

It felt like a thousand minutes passed by in those five seconds, and you didn't want it to end. It wouldn't have ended if a certain someone spoke up.

"Yay I was right, y/n does like you mike!"

#mike schmidt x reader #michael schmidt #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #Michael schmidt x you

[lexischococoveredblueberries]

*+:”no, i’m not jealous..!”｡.｡

jealous!veneer x GN!reader

• one shot

• fluff

being a stylist for the famous twins velvet and veneer has put quite a turn on your life. you loved your job, and you fell even more in love with “the star”‘s brother, veneer. you and veneer have been dating for quite some time now, past the honey moon stage, and now becoming more aware of each others patterns that you two express. recently, though, you have noticed veneer has had a striking eye on the sweet interviewer, kid ritz, who has taken a strong liking to you.

you and venners relationship hasn’t been very open to the public, especially no pda. so when you’re invited to a red carpet to model with the siblings, kid ritz starts to become a little more confident with stealing veneers other half… veneer starts getting a little fussy, let’s say.

what will he do to prove that you’re his and his only ?

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bzzzzz…bzzzz..

you awake from your sleep at 5am with a groan of

dissatisfaction , tasting dampness in your mouth.

rolling over to your pack, you lazily wipe your mouth

with the palm of your hand and limply let your hand

fall to the side of the bed, reaching for your phone to

turn off your alarm. you laid there for six minutes to

absorb reality, half dreaming in your head, then

remembering what today was. velvet and veneers red

carpet show. you groaned even louder, pulling

yourself out of bed and stumbling across your room

to turn on your light.

the stylist life really had you done sometimes.

after a shower and getting ready for an hour, wearing

nice dress pants and a nice white collar. you grabbed

a croissant and a prepped iced coffee from your

fridge in preparation to leave, when you heard a

rhythmic knocking at your front door. eyebrows

furrowed in confusion, you hesitantly opened the

door to see a smiling veneer in a black zip-up hoodie

and black sweats.

be began walking towards you, backing you up into

the house and behind your door, where he placed a

hand on your lower back and kissed you sweetly

against the wall. it was short and sweet, pulling away,

your face flushed. he moved his hand to your hip.

“sorry, vel’s in the car. y’know how she is.” he said in

a low voice, clearly still waking up. shaking your head

with a smile, you started ; “you came to pick me up?”

he grinned, running his fingers through his

unpolished hair.

“‘course i did, it’s a special day, y/n. why wouldn’t i

come pick up the love of my life for fun?” he sounded

sassy, and you waved a hand in his face.

“alright, yeah yeah,” you slithered past him and out

the door, where you spotted velvet filing her nails in

the passenger seat of their car. you waved to her as

you headed to the vehicle and she spotted you in the

corner of her eye, smiling slightly at you before

turning her concentration to her nails again. you

knew she liked you, veneer told you she admitted it,

but because she thought you were a good role model

for veneer. and she mentioned she admired your

style. as expected, she wasn’t too fond of the fact

you were their stylist, assuming you were giving

veneer special treatment… which you did. only

sometimes, though.

climbing into the back seat, you set your bag down

and veneer climbed into the drivers seat. starting the

car, he turned completely in his seat to look at you,

his hands on the headrest.

“soooo, y/n, we wanted to ask you something,” he

started, and you heard velvet groan. curious, you sat

on the edge of your seat. “what’s up?”

“did you…” he was basically jittering in his seat,

glancing over at velvet with a big smile on his face.

“good GOD veneer, just ask them! you’ve done it

before!” velvet exclaimed , throwing the nail file at

him. he tossed it back and looked at you.

“would you like to be on the red carpet with us

todaaaaay?” he spat out quickly , his feet kicking.

you smiled and suddenly had a gush of excitement.

“of course!” you replied. you had been to only a few

red carpets with them, and from what you saw on

the internet, people loved you. people weren’t aware

of yours and veneers relationship, but apparently

they were capturing small moments between you

two, like how he looks at you, or how he whispered

something in your ear as you walked by. which, yes,

was actually a romantic comment. as mentioned, you

both agreed no pda, but knowing veneer, he always

found ways to sneak small gestures to show that he

loved you.

“great!” veneer babbled , sitting in his seat properly

“you knew they would say yes, why are you acting

like you asked them to replace our position”

“well i am sorry i’m excited. i solemnly swear to never

do it again.”

“shut uuuuup PLEASE.”

you couldn’t help but laugh.

arriving to their dressing room, (i don’t know what

the building the dressing room is in is called???) you

all escort the car, veneer opening the car door for

you. you get out by swinging your legs over the side

and you take his hand to hoist yourself up. velvet was

already inside by the time yours and veneers little

connection was over. you both caught up to her and

made your ways to the dressing room.

opening the door to the room, you were greeted with

the scent of hairspray and cleaner. despite the

janitors countless times of deep cleaning the room,

velvet & veneers hairspray always lingered; like a

permanent scent. you set your bags on the ground,

veneer plopping on one of the vanity chairs and

velvet clapping her hands together once.

“so! y/n , we’re getting you ready first. i REALLY

don’t need to be messing up how i look during the

process just for you to look perfect.” velvet

announced and veneer furrowed his eyebrows

slightly at her. she caught his look, rolled her eyes

slightly and went over to you, taking you by your

shoulders and setting you down at the other vanity.

“sorry.” she mumbled. you didn’t react, you just

smiled.

“so, what’s the plan for me? are we matching?” you

asked, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

veneer gasped and jumped up, clapping his hands

together.

“yes! oh, wouldn’t that be cute, vel?” he said

erratically. velvet scoffed and began running her

fingers through your hair to part it into sections.

“veneer, you gorgeous imbecile, we already bought

the outfit,” she pinned your hair up, “stop getting so

frantic. anyway, open the closet and bring out the

outfit. then get out. they’re changing.”

veneer cocked his head at her.

“but.. they’re my..?”

“i don’t care? i’m professional, you wouldn’t be. be

smart.” she shot back. he listened , winking at you

and got up to retrieve the outfit.

when he pulled out the outfit, you gasped audibly.

(ideas, otherwise make your own ideas in your head)

“velvet. and. veneer. this is… holy shit.” you felt

yourself begging to shake from excitement. veneer

smiled seeing how happy you were.

“you like it, yeah?” vel asked, you nodded fiercely.

“good. cause’ you weren’t getting anything else.”

veneer laughed. “she’s kidding. if you were to

somehow in some universe look bad in it, she would

instantly get something new.”

“why are you still here.” she snarled and looked back

towards him. he raised his arms in defence and left

the room.

velvet took her time styling your hair, putting pretty

pins and spray on glitter on it, plastering gorgeous

makeup on your face and was humming a song as

she did so. she felt oddly peaceful, you haven’t seen

her like this before. it felt nice. you watched her

through the mirror as she worked, clearly biting her

tongue. that was a form of concentration she did,

and whenever veneer pointed it out , she would get

upset. she got upset a lot. what’s new?

after a good , maybe , half an hour of work, velvet

was finished, and she had fitted you into the outfit.

she finally let you look at yourself in the mirror. that’s

when velvet gave veneer the “okay” for him to come

in. you were admiring yourself , hands running over

the outfit and fingertips lightly brushing certain

parts of your hair.

“mess that up and you’re done.” velvet said , her

arms crossed and hip popped to the side. veneer was

staring at you in a trance. no matter how many times

he’s seen you in red carpet outfits, he’s blown away

each and every time. he gazed with a smile of

genuine love & appreciation, eyes melting in your

back. and when you turned around, his heart

throbbed.

“wow, y/-“

“absolutely not. nope. no.” velvet intruded, standing

between you two and dragging veneer by the arm

and to the opposite vanity.

“anyway, our turn!” she exclaimed, sitting in the one

you were previously sitting at.

time skip to after …

and there they stood, two angels of pure beauty all

dolled up by you. sometimes you were convinced you

had magic hands. you felt proud of yourself.

(they’re twinning !! :3)

“ooooo i love !!” veneer squeaked, touching his hair

and holding his face. velvet was smiling, twirling in

the mirror and flexing her fingers in excitement.

“as expected, y/n, thank you. now,” she turned and

wrapped her arm around veneer , pulling him against

her shoulder and extending her hand towards the

ceiling.

“cmon, veneer and y/n, we’re going from stars to

megastars !!”

at that moment, a producer knocked at the door.

“showtime in 5 minutes!”

your heart skipped a beat, starting to feel the anxiety

creep up your throat.

“god they’re gonna love us!” veneer gushed, balling

his hands into fists and shaking them near his chest.

letting go of him, velvet started towards the door and

opened it.

“alright, y/n, time to make us famous!- oh, wait, we

already are. ha! i guess make us even MORE

famous!”

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and there you all were, right at the entrance of the

carpet. you stood there focusing on your breathing,

and a ringing in your ears started. you kept shaking

your head to push it away, and veneer approached

you, putting a hand on your arm.

“pre show jitters?” he asked with a grin. you

snickered. “now where did you hear that

expression?”

he blinked at you, then shook his head. “let’s,

uh..anyway,” he gave you a quick kiss to your cheek.

“you’ll do great. i know it. act like they’re all idiots

and you’re the hottest and greatest one there.” you

shook your head at his foolishness, smiling.

“thank you, ven.” he let go of your arm and velvet

turned around to look at you two.

“‘kay, we’re on, veneer, we enter first, y/n, come

behind us and follow on my side.” she demanded,

and you both nodded.

and so it began, as soon as they hit the carpet, the

flashes and voices got louder and brighter. you

waited a moment, then strut your way behind them,

stopping beside velvets side when they did. gasps of

awe started, and more flashes appeared.

“the stylist!”

“they’re here again?”

“oh my ..”

your heart pounded and fluttered and you looked

ober the crowd with a confidence you didn’t know

you had.

the siblings posed and gave the audience what they

wanted, sort of leaving you by your own. veneer

looked back at you for a brief moment, giving you a

reassuring smile that basically told you, “do you.” and

so you did.

you then posed, gazed and smiled at the paparazzi.

you noticed all the other celebrities, some you were

fans of yourself, but most of the attention was on you

three. as you are looking at the paparazzi, you

recognized one of them.

oh , it was the interview. kid ritz, was that his name?

he looked at you a certain way, like his eyes were

going to bulge out of his head. you couldn’t tell

if you were uncomfortable or flattered, so you shown

a smile to him specifically. he looked away, he

seemed to be nervous. you found this amusing. you

decided to act for his camera only, turning around

and looking over your shoulder with a sly smile.

people crowded around him as they tried to capture

you in this moment , and the boy couldn’t seem to

concentrate on taking the pictures.

that’s when velvet approached you , posing right

behind your shoulder which drove them up the wall.

she smiled as she hooked her arm in yours with

veneer in her other.

“that’s enough now. let’s go,” she brought you two to

the stairs that lead to the entrance of the party you

were actually supposed to attending.

once inside, velvet let go of you and groaned. “god, it

is so tiring being famous sometimes.” she brushed

her outfit down. “alright, let’s go stuff our faces and

talk with people we hate. shall we?” she purposed

to veneer sarcastically , making her way to the what-

looked-like-a-ballroom part of the party. she dragged

veneer with her, him turning his head to wink at you.

you blushed and held one hand overtop of the other

in front of you. looking around, you adored the

interior of the building, a beautiful chandelier

sparking below victorian paintings on the dome roof.

your adoration was then interrupted when you heard

someone clearing their throat behind you.

you whipped around, frightened, and seen kid ritz

standing there , his face tinted pink. you blinked a

few times before smiling awkwardly. “oh, hello.”

“hi, we’ve never spoken before. i’ve interviewed you

with velvet and veneer before. i’m kid ritz.” he

introduced himself , a type of confidence in his voice.

he was not like this earlier.

your smile turning genuine, you nodded. “right, i

know you. it’s nice to properly know you.”

ritzs eyes trailed down your face all the way to the

end of your outfit, speaking as they went back up,

“their stylist , yeah? you did this up too?” he

asked, poking his cheek with his tongue. you gulped

and cleared your throat.

“oh, no, velvet did this. i think she did it stunningly..”

you trailed off as you looked down at your outfit,

brushing down a flap. now leaned against a wall

beside you, kid ritz put his pointer finger under your

chin and lifted it up, moving it smoothly across your

face to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“mmh, i’d say it matches your eyes.”

your moth went agape, and you suddenly realized

what he was doing. “oh, i—“

“mhm, it does, doesn’t it?” a voice came from behind

kid ritz, where veneer was standing with his hands in

his pockets, staring holes into ritz’ head. the

interviewer smiled , turning to face him but keeping

close to you.

“oh, veneer, how are y—“

“great , good. y/n’s good too. i think i can , uh,” he

approached you and stood slightly in front of you.

“take it from here. velvet would like to talk to you.” he

notified, pointing his head towards her who spoke to

other celebrities in the distance.

kid ritz looked at him disapprovingly and exhaled

slowly through his nose. he then smiled and

shrugged. “sure! no problem,” he looked over veneers

shoulder towards you. “nice talk, y/n.”

veneer glared at him and seemed to straighten his

posture vaguely as he walked away. finally being able

to breathe, you let out a shaky breath. he turned ,

walking past you. “follow.”

you listened, keeping a distance as you followed him

to a walk in closet out of the main room. you walked

in first, his back facing you as he closed the door. he

laughed to himself.

“i was waiting… waiting for that to happen.” he

began, turning to look at you. he wasn’t angry at this

point, just jealous. you said nothing.

“he looked at you like.. you were a piece of meat.” he

spoke through his teeth. he approached you, taking

your wrist as he pressed a kiss to your pulse point. he

looked at you.

“if he… oh, if he ever speaks to you or so-god-help-

me touches you when you’re not near me and it’s not

fame related, you tell me, y/n.” he insisted, leaving

you a

little speechless. he isn’t usually like this, even when

it came to creeps on the internet. you nodded, but he

shook his head, pulling you towards him by your

wrist, his hip pushing you gently against the wall.

“i need to hear you say it. say you don’t want him.”

he was near inches away from your face , you felt the

heat of his face radiate onto yours. your wrist against

the wall, you felt a little helpless. you wanted to kiss

him more than anything.

“i dont. i don’t want him, veneer, you.. you..” your

glossy eyes looked up at his deep, roused ones.

beneath the hatred he felt, all he could

think of was how you looked in that outfit and

wishing your eyes could only be locked with his

forever. no one else. you might’ve as well swallowed

his soul, because the trance you had him in was

supernatural.

a strange idea emerged in your mind, and you took

action, biting your inner lip until blood surfaced, and

veneer took notice , looking concerned.

“y/n, what—“

your lips crashed onto his, pressing your body

against him to fit the curve of his. a strangled sound

escaped his throat as if he lost a fight to an addiction

he couldn’t use all day, which, be did. your free hand

glided up his waist and to his collar, pulling him

closer as his hand slid up to yours against the wall,

locking fingers.

your tongue dipped into his mouth for a instant , in

advance to you breaking the kiss. he now had a stain

of red on his tubercles. his eyes were low and full of

affection. “there.” you whispered, licking your lower

lip. “now we’re intertwined.” you batted your

eyelashes at him with a smile. he looked a little

shocked but that expression was quickly changed

with a look of comfort.

“you are… something else.” he quickly kissed you one

last time, breaking the contact. you smiled slyly,

putting a hand on your hip. “you are… jealous. very

jealous.” you teased and he rolled his eyes.

“am not. i just don’t like when poor punks talk to my

partner.”

“that’s uh, that’s what jealousy is.”

“y/n.” veneer shot you a look and you laughed.

in front of him, you went to open the door, but before

you could , the door swung open first.your heart

stopped.

it was velvet. she blinked very slowly, her expression

unamused.

“get in the god damn car. i don’t have anything to

say to you two.” she said blankly, walking away. you

looked back at veneer who was holding back

laughter.

“i don’t think we’re ever doing a red carpet together

again.”

“absolutely not.” he agreed with a nod, taking your

hand as he lead you out to the crowd, leaving you

baffled.

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a/n : this took me so long to publish just for it to be so sucky 😞 anywayyyyy i hope the person that requested this liked it!!! i’m now on christmas break so i’m slightly less busy , as always lmk if there’s anything i can do to improve the characters personalities 🫶🏻

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #veneer x reader #fluff #oneshot #trolls 3 #trolls fandom #trolls fanfic #kid ritz

[alwaysshallow]

love the idea of high ranked readers kid just being the most chill fucking kid in the world— but only when ghost is holding them. like they just see this behemoth of a man with a skull mask and decide: yes. this is my person now and if anyone tries to remove me i will scream

just them gently patting ghosts face, curious about the mask and just spending majority of their time with their head laid on his shoulder, slowly drifting off to the voices around them and jerking wide awake whenever someone tries to remove them and just scowling at said person while gripping ghosts clothes in their tiny fists to show their displeasure and then slowly drifting off again only for this to repeat

(i am fucking obessed with this and have zero regrets)

You stare at your kid, happily tugging Simon’s shirt, and you can’t believe your own eyes and ears how chill she is.

Earlier? A crying mess, you thought you’re gonna burst into tears too, if she’s not gonna stop with the fuss that felt like her kind of revenge for taking her to work, instead of daycare, like always. You were singing lullabies for her, reading, but nothing seemed to work, and you wanted to hit your head against the wall, you even considered taking a day off, just to be with your daughter.

Yet, the sight of Simon Riley in the mask, coming right to you, seemed to soothe her more than anything - she suddenly got interested, and when he took her for a moment, she decided to stay there.

Your own kid, being a traitor. But could you blame her? Not really, not when she is lying comfortably on his chest, her little fists playing with the material of his shirt. Not when she seems to be the most comfortable around a man with a mask.

Ghost, a myth that scared the most brave soldiers, and when they saw his mask around, they knew their time was limited. Ghost, a legend, someone who was described as a soldier totally devoted to his work, no matter how many people he had to kill, no matter how many months he would have to spend on a single mission.

And Ghost, a babysitter for your daughter, apparently.

“She seems comfortable,” you laugh silently, praying that your voice isn’t gonna interrupt her sleep; it would be good to put her into a stroller, you don’t want to take advantage of Simon’s kindness. “Is it okay with you? I put you into—”

“—’s okay,” he interrupts you, locking his gaze with yours. His intense, brown eyes, makes you a bit shy in this scenario, especially when he looks so good with your kid; you wouldn’t accuse him of that earlier. Of being so good. “At least she’s sleepin’, yeah? Safe and sound.”

“Safe and sound,” you repeat, smiling softly, as you take a few steps into their direction. Lieutenant automatically stands up, slowly, his big hand on your daughter’s back, and you just can’t help yourself from sighing.

It’s like a dream.

“You good, colonel?” he asks, and you barely hold back your laugh.

“That obvious I’m not? Just taking in the view,” you reply, maybe a bit too sincere, but you don’t really care about that. Not when he looks so adorable with your daughter.

“That so,” he hums, and after a few seconds, you are so close - chest to chest close, with your kid between you two. Only barrier; or maybe a connection, binding you two. “Should probably give her to you, eh?”

“Would be nice, yes. You can’t hold her the whole eternity,” you whisper, clearing your throat, when he slowly leans in.

“Well,” he starts, his head tilting to the side, his lips next to your ear. “For you? For you, I’d be more than pleased to do that.”

You want to say something about his words, you want to confess somehow too, but your baby girl starts crying the moment Simon hangs her to you.

A reminder; that he’s not yours, and you’re not his.

“Guess she’s stayin’ with me,” Ghost smirks under his balaclava, when she stops crying.

“She always liked everyone better than me.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head with amusement. “Can you stay here for a couple of minutes, then? I need to go to Price for a second.”

“Right.” He nods. He, then, calls your name. “Don’t think we’re done with the conversation, okay? We can continue later on.”

You just gulp, smiling politely.

It's gonna be a long conversation, then.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley headcanons #simon riley imagines #simon ghost riley #x reader #cod x reader #exilesanswers #call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley

[shujohajohaminnie]

Office hours

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluffy 

Word count: 3304 

Summary: The top student is having issues with a class she thought she would ace, only to find out there's a reason for her failing grade. 

A fab!reader, profanity, Pet names, Kinda Public sec, Raw sex, Breeding kink, Possessiveness. I think that's it let me know if I missed anything. 

The end of the semester was around the corner and you couldn’t lie, you were stressed out. You were top of most of your classes making sure to turn in the work either on time or early. So passing all your classes was going to be a breeze right? WRONG! You were passing all your classes except one. English lit. It wasn’t a hard subject, in fact, it was your favorite subject since you were a kid, the problem here was your professor. Kim Seungmin. He was known for being incredibly strict, but you were late to register leaving you with no option but to take his class. What you couldn’t understand was why the hell were you not passing his class, you were turning in his work, and you were sure everything was right. Was he failing you? No, he couldn't be. 

Adding to your stress was your shitty job as a coffee shop barista. The pay was shit, the hours were worse and the people were just unbearable. But you had a deal with your parents, as long as you were working and going to school, they’d pay for your college. It was the times you’d get home from work at two a.m incredibly tired, feet aching, in full body pain, and still have to complete your homework that you really wanted to just quit going to school in general. But you had dreams you knew you could only pursue through continuing your education. It would all be worth it, you had to remind yourself. 

You weren’t entirely shocked when Professor Kim asked you to stay after class to talk, but you were nervous. “Miss y/l/n” “Yes?” “I wanted to talk to you about your grade in my class” “Yes, Professor, I also wanted to talk to you about that as well” “Good, so you know that you are at risk of failing my class” “Yes professor, and I wanted to ask you why that was” “I have the exact same question for you y/n” Hearing him say your name sent chills down your spine. You weren’t blind, you noticed how hot Professor Kim was, but you hated him, no not hate, detest, you detested your Professor, Kim Seungmin.  “My class is starting… come to my office after and we can further discuss your grade” You nodded walking out of the class with your head low, why was he such an asshole. Such a condescending prick, and only to you, yes he was strict but he wasn’t rude to the other students. So what the hell did you do to piss him off, and why the hell did you feel so turned on when you were around him. 

“Hey” Hyunjin smiled, handing you a cup of coffee. You sighed, taking a seat in between him and a sleeping Minho. The perfect combo to cheer you up, your two best friends, and your favorite spot on campus. “What's wrong” Minho whipped his head up after hearing those words leave Hyunjin's mouth. Taking the role of the protector of the group even when he was tired. “What happened, who did it, what happened” “Minho Minho… I’m okay it’s just Professor Kim again” “Oh” he sighed, taking a sip of your coffee and resting his head in the palm of his hand to fight off his desire to sleep. “What did he do this time? '' Hyunjin rolled his eyes, putting down his pencil to give you his full attention. “He told me to go to his office after his class to discuss my grade” “You’re still failing?” “Yeah… but I don’t know why, I know the work that I’m turning in is correct… and I always turn it in early.”  “I seriously doubt that it has to do with your work…” “You think he’s failing me, Lee?” “I know he’s failing you” “Maybe we shouldn’t assume that yet” “Well do you have a better reason Jin?” “Well no-” “Then y/n I say you march into his office and demand to know why exactly your failing, and don’t be nice about it, stand your ground” “Okay” “What are you going to say” “Excuse me sir-” “ No fuck that… go in there and say hey asshole why the fuck are you failing me” “Please don’t say that y/n” “Then what do I say?” “Just go in there and say you know what I don’t understand how I could be failing when I understand all the material being taught to me, and ask if there’s any extra credit work that you could do” “You could do that orrrrrr you could do what I said” “Minho he already hates me, why give him even more reason to hate me more” “Okay but if you're going to do what Hyunjin said, at least don’t be completely nice about it” “Do whatever feels right to you” Hyunjin smiled patting your shoulder as you rested your head on the table. You were extremely tired, going to sleep at five in the morning just to wake up at seven in the morning to get ready for your nine a.m class. You sighed feeling overwhelmed by the situation trying to figure out what you were going to tell Proffesor Kim. In the midst of your thoughts you couldn’t fight your tiredness, taking Minho’s offer to cuddle and go to sleep on the beanbags the library stored. 

“Y/n… Y/n wake up” “Huh” You groaned sitting up. “What time did you have to meet Mr. Kim” “at 1:30 why” “It’s already 1:45” “FUCK” You yelled quickly gathering your stuff and making your way to his office. 

“Professor” You huffed walking through his open door. He was typing away on his computer not bothering to look up. “You’re late” “Yeah I’m sorry there was traffic” “You want to try that again?” “My cat died?” “Is my class a joke to you y/n'' he sighed, finally looking up at you.“What no no no absolutely not” “Because you seem to treat it as such” He stood up smoothing out his shirt.” you don’t come to class half of the time” He spoke lowly walking around his desk to you. “You’re an amazing student y/n, you’re incredibly smart, but attendance counts as a grade too” he closed the door locking it. You looked up at him noticing the close proximity. “I work sir and my manager sometimes schedules me during school hours” “And you could’ve told me so, I would’ve understood and tried to help you out” “I’m sorry, but sir… why am I really failing your class, I know my attendance grade wouldn’t impact my actual work grade enough to bring me down to an F” “What are you suggesting… that I’m failing you” “No no of course not” he scoffed, backing away from you walking towards his desk again. He sat down in his chair interlocking his fingers as he looked you up and down. 

“I have been failing you y/n” he smirked his eyes growing darker as they looked at you. “Y-You have?” “Mhmm” “Why” “Because I wanted to get you here” “Here?” “Here… in my office… I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get you here if you were passing my class” “S-Sir… why did you want me here” “Please Y/n call me Seungmin, you didn’t have any problem calling me that in you essay you turned in” “I’m sorry?” “You know… you’re a fantastic writer… but this erotica you turned in, well… it wouldn’t slide with any other teacher.” “Professor I’m lost” “Have a look” he signaled to his computer. You quickly made your way behind his desk, your heart beating out of your chest. What was he- Oh my God your eyes went wide as you read the first lines of what you thought was your Hamlet essay. 

I touch myself at the thought of you. As my fingers trail down my naked skin I imagine it’s your hands. I know it’s wrong to think of you this way, you’re my teacher, I’m your student. But I can’t help it. I want to feel you, I need to feel you. I want to be wrapped around your hands forever, but how can I? How can I possibly grasp your attention? Did you notice my skirts get shorter? The buttons on my top were undone. I just want you to lay me down on your desk while you make love to me. Looking me right in the eyes so I know that it’s real and not just a dream. Seungmin what do I need to do to be yours? 

You felt your body tremble as your eyes scanned the short work of pure filth you had written about you and your professor, it was the outcome of a night filled with too much drinks. You must have titled it wrongly and turned it in. “Professor… I am so sor-” “You know when I first saw you walk into my class I was stunned by how gorgeous you were, then I got to grade your work and see inside your head. So smart, and so beautiful you are, you drove me insane. After the first week, I knew I needed to have you, then you submitted this and confirmed that you felt the same way too” “Seungmin” “Yes honey” “Fuck me… please” 

He quickly grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, kissing you like his life depended on it. His free hand clearing the top of his desk, disregarding everything onto the floor with a loud crash. “Seungmin… they’ll hear” “We’re the only ones here y/n… we could be as loud as we want” he whispered against your lips. Just hearing him say that made your eyes roll back as a moan slipped out of your parted lips. “You like that honey… you like being able to scream out my name”. He laughed picking you up onto his desk, Sitting back in his chair, he examined you closely. He noticed the way your thighs clenched together. “Show me baby… show me how wet I make you” You bit your lip as you spread your legs wide for him. Much like the other days, you wore yet again another short skirt.  “You wore these for me?” He asked his finger trailing up the fabric of your black lacey underwear. You picked out your outfits especially for him, from the underwear to even the socks with the ruffles, prepared to look amazing for him in any circumstance. 

Yes, you detested him, but you didn’t hate the idea of him fucking you like you two didn’t have class tomorrow. “Who makes you this wet?” He smirked his fingers looping into your underwear band peeling them off your sopping cunt achingly slow. “Hmm?” “You” You whispered, your hand grazing his. You didn’t feel like waiting you wanted him now. He finally managed to get your underwear off, slipping them into one of his drawers before he turned to look up at your face. The look in his eyes was different than when he would usually look at you. He wanted you just as bad, all he wanted to do was flip you over and fuck you. He had pictured this for so long and was happy that it was finally happening, But he also wanted to tease you. His fingers trailed up your thighs pushing them apart wider. You pulled up your skirt higher for him to see you, all of you. “Fuck” he groaned seeing your pussy glisten with arousal, you were thinking of him, he got you like that. “Who’s pretty girl are you?” “Your’s” You gasped feeling his fingers slip into your tight hole without warning. He got closer, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips so close to where you desperately wanted him. He gave you one more kiss before he began to lick at your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You grabbed his shoulders for stability as you threw your head back a quiet moan slipping out your lips. “Louder… I want to hear what I do to you” “FUCK” You cried out as he moaned into you, sending vibrations through you, helping you closer and closer to your peak. “Can I see those pretty tits honey… show me your pretty tits” He smiled curling his fingers up and hitting your favorite spot perfectly. You arched your back wanting more of the feeling, more of the attention, more of his love. Your fingers plaid with the hem of your shirt slowly inching more and more up. You made the best choice of wearing a matching black lace bra. Could you even call it a bra, it wasn’t covering hardly anything. He groaned at the sight his free hand going straight for the clasp in the back, undoing it in one swift movement. “Take it off” “Yes sir” You giggled following his orders and placing it in the same drawer where he was holding your panties. “Seungmin I’m gonna cum” “Cum baby… cum for me”. He played with your clit again pulling your closer and closer till you were releasing on his tongue, not stopping his movement, wanting to get you through your orgasm. 

“You taste so good” He smiled grabbing the back of your head and pulling you into a hungry kiss, much like before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, it was better than you ever imagined. Your fingers would never be able to do you justice, they weren’t his fingers. No other person's mouth would feel as good on you like his did. It’s like you two were made specifically for each other. You know he’d know it as soon as he’d feel you wrapped around him. Fit perfectly just like a puzzle. “Seungmin… I need you” “You have me honey” he knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear the words from your mouth, he needed to know he wasn’t dreaming.“I need you to fuck me” You whispered against his lips, trailing down his jaw and neck. You wanted to leave a mark. If you could leave behind your initials you would, but this would have to do. You needed the girls that were constantly around him, whether they were his students or other teachers, they needed to know he was taken. He was your man, and they better not fucking touch him. 

“Yeah that’s what you want” “Mhmm” You hummed continuing your art on the soft skin of his neck and collarbone. He pulled you off the desk turning you around so that you were resting on your stomach bent over the desk. Just like you imagined it time and time again. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his pants coming undone and falling to the ground. As much as you wanted to be the one to do the honors, and give him the best head of his life it’ll just have to wait until next time. “You’re my pretty girl” “All your’s” You moaned feeling him trail his already leaking tip through your wet folds. “Forever yours” You reached for his free hand interlocking your fingers. You kissed the top of his hand as you felt him slowly press into you. You bit your lip as you felt that delicious stretch you so badly craved. Much like him, his cock was long, and him not wearing a condom allowed you to feel every vein, every beautiful detail. Surprisingly he was thick, which you didn’t expect. He wasn’t thick to the point that it was painful but thick in the way that he filled you perfectly, and he thought so too. This definitely wasn’t a dream, no. It was heaven. 

“Tell me when” He spoke through gritted teeth, it was taking everything in his not to just thrust into you like crazy, like he would his hand almost every night at the thought of you. No, you were real, and he could really hurt you, so he had to be careful. “G-Go” you nodded gripping his hand tighter. He pulled back and slowly sank right back into you. He gasped at the feeling, this was truly better than he could've ever expected. “You… you feel so good” he groaned digging his fingers into your hip as he continued to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. For sure to leave a bruise. A mark with a lustful memory. “Seungmin” you breathed out your nails scratching the wood of his desk. Leaving behind lines in the glossy finish. You were leaving behind a memory yourself. For every time he came to his office to work he’d see that and remember this exact moment. 

“We can be as loud as we want” his words echoed in your mind. As the pleasure began to sink in moans started to slip out of your lips. Pure pornographic sounds, he didn’t hold back either. Speaking profanities and praises. If someone were to pass by it wouldn’t be a secret what was happening behind the locked door. With the way that both of your moans bounced off the walls and combined together into a beautiful song. The way that the sound of skin slapping filled the room. It was obvious. But you didn’t care, neither did he. He quicked his pace feeling the way you tightened around him giving him a sign that you were close, he wasn’t that far off either. He moved his hand from your hip going straight to your clit. You threw your head back onto his shoulder gasping at the intense pleasure you were feeling. “You gonna cum pretty… you gonna fucking cum” He spoke through gritted teeth, fucking you harder. You nodded not being able to form words. Tears began to fall down your face. No doubtly ruining your makeup. “Seungmin… I- Uh… I” “I know baby I know…. Cum for me… can you cum for your professor, can you be a good student and come for me”. You did shutting your eyes as you felt yourself release on his cock. “Where do you want me to cum y/n… you want me to cum on the pretty face” “In me” you whispered holding his arm that wrapped around your chest. “Oh pretty girl you want me to cum in you… You wanna have my babies” You moaned at his dirty words, nodding your head yet again. He grunted painting your walls white with your cum, continuing to thrust into you through his orgasm. 

He sighed sitting in his chair pulling you into his lap, still inside you. He opened his laptop and went into his grade book adding a zero behind all of the ten’s he had previously graded your assignments as. “They were 100’s all along” “So you just wanted to stress me out” You laughed rolling your eyes as you pulled down your shirt catching your breath. “It got me you… didn’t it” “You always had me Seungmin… you would have had me sooner if you were nicer to me”  “Don’t sit here and lie to me that it didn’t turn you on even a little bit” “Maybe it did, but I really thought you hated me” “I could never hate you Y/n”

#skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz x you #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #kim seungmim #kim seungmin smut #seungmin x reader

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 24]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word counter: 3.2K

You let out a long sigh as you stepped out of the building. Looking up at the bright sky, you paused for a bit before heading to your car. You drove home, feeling the weariness start to settle in your bones. It was no surprise to see a pair of shoes at your entrance way when you entered your house.

"Hwa? I'm back." You called out, putting your own shoes away. Seonghwa let out an acknowledgement and poked his head out from the bathroom.

"Welcome back." He wrapped his arms around you. You melted into his touch.

"Are you hungry? I made some potato waffles and bacon." He offered. You let out a hum, standing straight to go to your room.

"After I eat, I need a nap before meeting Yunho later." You informed, putting your bag aside and changing into more comfortable home clothes. Seonghwa fixed a plate for you.

"Sure you're good to go out with him?" He asked.

"Yeah, just need to rest for a bit and I'll be fine." You assured, leaning your elbows on the counter and rubbing your temples.

"He doesn't know?"

"No, not yet. He did offer to pick me up but I told him I'll end late or at least after noon, just to give myself some time." You said, looking at the clock that only showed 10:30am. Seonghwa nodded and put the plate on the counter, alongside the cutlery.

"Have you eaten?" You asked, taking a bite of the potato waffle with some bacon. Seonghwa shook his head, making his own plate and sitting beside you.

"You know I will always wait for you." He patted your head before digging into his own food.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I haven't told him yet?" You ask, nibbling on the edge of a strip of the bacon.

"You know I won't ask... Plus, I know you well enough to know the reason without having to ask you." Seonghwa replied with a feigned scoff of offense, drinking his juice.

"Some times you knowing me too well makes you very unfun." You rolled your eyes.

"That's the point." He chuckled.

"I'm going to do the dishes and go to bed." You yawned, bringing your plate to the sink to wash, silently hoping Seonghwa wouldn't offer to wash them.

But like Seonghwa said, he knew you. He purposely didn't offer to do the dishes because he knew you didn't want to be babied or treated like you were fragile. When Seonghwa was done, you did his dishes too and he waited for you at the counter. After you finished all the dishes, you both headed to your room.

"Set an alarm for me, I don't want to oversleep." You murmured, burying your cheek against the pillow.

"Yes, ma'am." Seonghwa set the alarm and placed his phone on the nightstand. You let out a soft sigh as Seonghwa tucked you in under the blanket. He made sure you were comfortable.

"Thanks, Hwa." You said.

"Get some sleep before you become a grump monster with Yunho." Seonghwa teased.

"And there it goes. You know, I was trying to be nice and appreciative but you just had to ruin it." You glared at him before turning away so he faced your back instead.

"Hmph, I'm going to sleep and ignore you." You said like a little kid and drifted off the sleep almost immediately.

"You act all tough but deep down, you're like a baby." Seonghwa said softly, a small smile on his face. When you were kids, you always protected Seonghwa, being the outwardly tougher one of the two. Taking care of you is how he repays you.

"Sweetheart, wake up. You got to get ready." Seonghwa shook you lightly to wake you. Your mumbled something incoherant and slid under the blanket.

"I can still see you." He laughed.

"No... You can't." You drowned out. Grabbing the ends, Seonghwa pulled the covers back.

"You're going to be late. Don't keep Yunho waiting." He patted your butt, coaxing you to get up. Holding your elbows, he gently tugged you into a sitting position, combing your hair back.

"Alright, I'm going." You yawned and stretched your arms over your head before getting out of bed to go shower.

"Be useful and help me decide what you wear to a carnival!" You said and entered the bathroom.

Any other person would have thought you were being rude to Seonghwa but he knew you were just joking. Rolling his eyes, he opened your closet door to put together an outfit for you to wear. He picked some wide legged pants and a light purple button up crop blouse that had a chinese collar.

"Outfit's laid out on the bed!" Seonghwa knocked on the bathroom door.

"Okay, thank you!" You replied. He went to use the other bathroom outside as you stepped out of the shower. You looked at the outfit that he laid out on the bed, happy with it.

"Too girly?" Seonghwa chuckled as he walked back into the room.

"Nope. It looks good." You smiled. You kept your robe on to dry your hair first. Once your hair was dried, you changed into the outfit.

"You sure you good? I'm sure Yunho will be fine if you postpone." Seonghwa leaned against the wall, sipping his tea that he made and watching you put on makeup.

"I'm fine, Hwa. Don't worry." You smiled. Choosing some jewellery, you put them on and checked your reflection.

"Beautiful." Seonghwa cupped your cheeks.

"Stop~" You whined, going to retrieve your bag and shoes. You wore purple air force 1s to match your top. Yunho sent you a text to let you know that he was on the way. Seonghwa gathered his things too, he'll go home when you leave.

"Some coffee will do the trick." You headed to the fridge. Seonghwa watched you with a raised eyebrow while you poured cold brew into your cup and drank it before pouring more.

"Hey, enough." Seonghwa chided. You pouted, like a little kid that was denied candy.

"Fine." You put the container back. When Yunho texted you that he was downstairs, you and Seonghwa put on your shoes.

"Have fun, love. I'll see you tomorrow." Seonghwa wrapped an arm around you, kissing your temple. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning against his chest.

"Thanks, Hwa. I'll see you tomorrow." You said. While you got off the lift on the first floor, Seonghwa got off at the basement to get to his car.

"Hey, Yunho." You smiled.

"Hi, (y/n). You look nice." Yunho smiled back, opening the door for you to enter. You bowed your head as you sat down and put on your seatbelt. Yunho came back to the driver's seat. Opening your bag, you took a small plastic pack out and handed it to him. He blinked in surprised, not expecting a gift from you.

"What is this?" He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement as he studied the pack of treats that you handed him.

"You've been giving me flowers and gifts so I wanted to make something for you as a gift from me. It's peanut butter chocolate chip cookies." You explained.

"I love peanut butter! Thank you." He grinned and suddenly hugged you. You laughed, slowly reaching up to pat his back.

"You're very welcome." You giggled.

"Let's go." Yunho put the cookies in his best seat before beginning the drive to where the carnival was located. You were excited to be spending time with Yunho at a carnival, it seemed romantic.

"Have you been to a carnival before?" You asked, fingers drumming against your thighs.

"Yeah. But the last time I went, I was in high school with Mingi. So it's been a while. What about you?" He asked back.

"I went to some when I was little, my mother liked to go and play the games there, win all the prizes for me. But we stopped going as I got older. I guess it's been a while for me too." You chuckled. You missed going to the carnival with your mother and father.

"Sorry the parking is a little far. I guess they blocked the usual carparks for the booths. It shouldn't take more than 15 minutes." Yunho apologised as he pulled up into the parking lot.

"Nothing to apologise for. Besides, it'll be nice to walk along the beach." You smiled. You both got out of the car.

"It's this way... I think..." He said, checking the map on his phone.

"I trust you." You giggled. Yunho's cheeks turned red at your admittance. He cleared his throat and gestured for you to start walking with him.

"The weather is nice and cool, thankfully." You let out a content sigh, feeling the light breeze from the beach shore below.

"Let me know if you're cold." Yunho smiled softly. You nodded, looking away shyly.

While the both of you walked along the path, there was a nice silence in the air. Whatever awkwardness had dissipated, you both just quietly enjoyed being in each other's presence. And somewhere along the way, the both of you mustered the courage to hold the other person's hand.

"Tickets, please." The person at the entry booth asked. Yunho handed the two tickets and the attendant put wristbands around each of your wrists.

"Enjoy the carnival." He bowed. You grabbed a map of the carnival to see what booths there were.

"Shall we go for these rides first?" You asked.

Seeing that you were the one that suggested going on the rides first, Yunho was silently relieved. Somewhere along the way, Hongjoong had asked Yunho if he knew whether you were afraid of heights.

"Are you okay with heights and rollercoasters?" You looked up at him when you noticed the look on his face.

"I'm okay. I was worried that you weren't and realised that I had forgotten to ask you before suggesting coming here." He said.

"Don't worry. Even if I was, there are many other things to do here together." You laughed. Yunho nodded in agreement, reaching out to laced your fingers again before you set out to find the different rides the carnival had to offer.

"I think I felt my heart drop to my stomach." Yunho rubbed his tummy as you got off the swinging viking ship.

"Shall we go to the disco pang pang before moving to the carnival snacks?" You asked.

"Is it safe? I've seen people fall from the lack of seatbelts." Yunho frowned slightly. Also, he was secretly worried the operator would throw you onto the lap of someone else.

"I'm sure it's safe." You patted his arm. As you stood in the line, you watched the other people have their turn.

"Time for matchmaking!" The operator announced excitedly. Yunho watched in horror as girls were thrown around for guys to catch.

"Yunho, are you okay?" When you placed a hand on Yunho's bicep, he turned to you with a tight smile. He wrapped an arm around you to hug you, surprising you.

"I'm fine. I just want to hug you." He said.

"We don't have to if you don't want to." You assured. Yunho shook his head and waited with his arm holding you close to him. When the previous goers stepped off, you and Yunho stepped on, finding an empty space to sit together. Yunho eyed the other guys that filled up the other seats.

"Are you ready to roll?!" The operator yelled. Yunho put an arm over your lap securely, his arm becoming a makeshift seatbelt for you. Thinking he was scared, you draped an arm over his shoulders.

"Hold on tight." Yunho warned. You nodded, pulling yourself until your side was pressed to his.

"Woohoo!" You let out happy laughs as your body was thrown around from the ride. Yunho laughed, seeing how happy you were.

"Matchmaking time!" The operator began to point at different patrons, both boys and girls, asking if they were single or taken before throwing them around.

"Yes! Protect her! Introduce yourselves to each other!" The operator encouraged as he threw a girl into a boy's lap.

"You, girl in the purple blouse! Are you single?" The operator asked you. You were about to open your mouth to reply when Yunho cut you off.

"SHE'S TAKEN BY ME AND ME ONLY! MOVE ON TO SOMEONE ELSE!" Yunho barked, a frown on his face. With his arm over you and your arms around his shoulders, was it not blatantly obvious that you were not single? He was annoyed that the operator still dare ask you.

"Yunho..." Your hand stroked the back of his head. He turned to you, his frown becoming a charming smile. The operator didn't care and just moved on to the other patrons.

"Hold on!" You were all thrown for another round. Yunho loved how you were genuinely enjoying yourself, laughing loudly.

"Be careful." He held your hand to escort you down the steps.

"Did you hear what he said? That's so romantic. I would want a protective boyfriend like that." Yunho heard some girls whispering to each other behind him.

"So, I'm yours?" You raised an eyebrow at him. Yunho's jaw slacked, suddenly flustered.

"I'm just teasing." You giggled.

"I'm hungry, let's go get some food." He mumbled, holding your hand properly and leading you to the food stands. There was very typical carnival food, a lot of fried food and sweet treats.

"You sit here to keep our seat. I'll go get the slushies, what flavour would you like?" He asked as you both put the trays of food down on the table. Turning your head, you squinted your eyes to see what flavours the vendor had. After giving Yunho your order, he trotted off to purchase them.

"Mom! It's time for the spring carnival, shall we go this weekend?" You asked with a big, excited grin, jumping onto the couch where your mother sat, sipping her tea.

"(y/n), your mother is sick. You should know better than to ask her to go to the carnival." Your father scolded.

"Mom...?" You turned to your mother.

"I already said no. Do you want her to collapse and get more sick?" Your father asked with a deep, angry frown. Your bottom lip quivered as tears formed.

"I'm sorry, mom. I don't want you to get more sick." You hugged her, crying softly as guilt consumed you. She stroked your head.

"No, there's nothing for you to be sorry about. I'm the one that should be sorry, angel. I promise we'll go next time, okay?" She said apologetically, continuing to comfort you. You nodded, that was the first spring carnival that you missed.

Little did you know, you would never go to another carnival again. Your mother just got sicker and it was impossible for her to go with you.

"(y/n)?" Someone calling your name made your memory break. You shook your head to focus again.

"Are you okay?" You met Yunho's eyes of concern. There was a lump in your throat that you struggled to swallow. Not trusting your words, you merely nodded.

"Here." He handed you the strawberry slushie.

"Thanks." You whispered and took a sip. You knew you needed to push aside your feelings and not worry Yunho even further.

"Eat up before the food gets colder." You said to him. Yunho nodded, he was still worried about your sudden change in demeanour but he didn't press the issue. You seemed distraught enough.

After the food was done and you were both full, you and Yunho strolled along all the different game stalls. Unknowingly, you were holding Yunho's hand a lot tighter, not that he minded. He just really wished to know why you were sad or upset. He wanted to make you feel better and cheer you up.

"Young man! Would you like to win this cute plush for your pretty girlfriend?" A stall owner beckoned Yunho over.

"You don't have to." You said.

"Let me prove my sniper skills. All those gaming hours should have some payoffs right?" He laughed. You giggled and nodded, cheering him on as he grabbed the toy rifle.

"Just hit the target down and you win. Easy." The stall owner said, tucking Yunho's money into his pouch.

"I'll win whatever prize you want." Yunho winked.

"Good luck." You shot him a double thumbs up. However, as Yunho aimed and shot out the 3 soft bullets that he had, the target wasn't knocked down.

"Oh, sorry. Young man, maybe next time!" The stall owner said. But Yunho wasn't going to give up. He slammed the money down.

"Again." He stared at the man. But even after going for a second time, the target was still standing and Yunho was defeated. That didn't stop the man. Taking his wallet out, he took out more money and handed it to the man.

"Yunho, it's okay. You know these things are mostly rigged anyway. We can try the other stalls." You said softly.

"No, I'm going to beat it. I'm winning you that toy." He said with determination and frowned, showing just how serious he was. Finally, after a few more tries, Yunho knocked it down.

"I did it!" He hugged you, jumping up and down. You laughed and followed along with his actions.

"Here you go, young man." The stall owner handed Yunho the stuffed golden retriever. He held it out to you with a smile.

"Wait, I want to take a picture of this. Hang on." You leaned back slightly to take a picture of Yunho holding the plush with a proud smile. You giggled at his smile.

"A golden retriever with a golden retriever." You snickered. He had a flat look on his face, thrusting the plush into your arms.

"So what are you naming this one?" He asked, stroking the dog's head as if it were a real animal.

"I'll name it Yuyu!" You looked up at him with sparkling eyes and a big smile. Yunho smiled fondly at you, letting out a laugh of adoration. He was touched that you named both of your new plushes after him. Handing the stall owner his phone, Yunho wrapped an arm around you and posed together with Yuyu in the middle.

"Thank you." You both bowed and went along to the other stalls. You and Yunho took turns paying for the games, focussed more on having fun rather than winning more prizes.

"Shall I win something for you now?" You teased.

"I'd much rather continue to beat you at games." Yunho shook his head with a mocking smile.

"You practically spend all your free time gaming! Of course you will beat me at all these." You glared at him while he just gave you a cheeky expression.

"I'll let you win some, okay?" He wrapped an arm around you as you continued walking.

"Don't patronise me." You rolled your eyes but made no move to get out of his hold. You felt secure and safe with Yunho's arm around you, almost like you could feel how he protected you.

And for some reason, you just never wanted him to ever let you go.

~

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[twigg96]

Food Poisoning

Daddy! Daryl X Reader

Place: Alexandria

Warnings: Literally food poisoning, vomit, a little fart joke, Kids being kids about being sick, Sickness

POV - You

Summary - After having stew with some tainted meat in it your three kiddos (Phoenix - 11, Beau - 6, and Lillian - 2) get a bad case of food poisoning. Just as kids do Beau comes in to tell his parents exactly what happened feeling traumatized and violated after he "threwed up".

The night had started off so genuinely nice. Normal even. For the turn that is. You had made dinner from the rabbit and squirrel Daryl hunted earlier in the day. It had been a hotter day than either of you realized it would be. But you never let that deter you from your duties. Daryl had warned you that the heat of the day may have spoilt some of the meat. And that he had lost one of the rabbits. He got a bad shot on it and when he finally found it, it was long dead with an arrow deep in its broken leg. He simply added it to his string not thinking anything of it. Wasn’t until later in the hunt he thought better of it and decided to chuck it… well he thought he tossed the right one at least. After a while he wasn’t so sure anymore. So he asked you to be extra vigilant while cooking that night. To sniff the meat and make sure nothing was camping out inside before tossing it in the fire to be cooked. 

You had listened. Truly you did. You had washed and smelled the meat as you cleaned and skinned it. Nothing smelled bad and so you went as far as to make a little stew for the whole community with the meat and some of Rick’s vegetables he grew in his garden. Everyone in the community seemed to love it. They ate it up vigorously and basked in the post fullness bliss of a good meal. You watched your kids play out in the yard with the other neighborhood children. When night fell after the kids had gone to bed, you and Daryl even felt adventurous enough to get a little handsy before falling into blissful sleep. 

Or that’s what the archer would have liked to have happened. But seeing as he was ripped from the calming embrace of sleep in the midst of REM he would have to argue otherwise… “Daddy…” A small and timid voice had called out into the darkness of the night. At first Daryl had believed it was just part of his dream. The one where none of the hell they lived in existed and he and his family lived in the peace he once knew. “Daddy…” The voice whispered nearer this time. Cutting straight through the lovely dream he had been having. Blinking awake slowly Daryl growled, slapping around blindly for the electric lamp sitting on the bedside table. With a click Daryl’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Beau stood a mere two inches away from the edge of the bed, only his head could be seen poking from over the side as he clutched his teddy bear close to his chest. “Daddy.” Beau whispered shakily, his lip pouting out and his eyes wide and full of tears. “Yeah?” Daryl mumbled tiredly as he tried to put together why his son was in his room in the dead of night. Sitting up in bed, the sheets falling to his exposed chest he looked over to you and sighed. You were starting to stir. Blinking away the garish light. Damn… you needed all the sleep you could get.

 “What… what do you want, Beau?” Daryl asked tiredly, reaching over you to grab a cigarette from your end table. “Well..” Beau started shuffling his feet anxiously. Daryl cocked a brow at the towheaded boy placing the cig in his mouth and flicking the lighter trying to get it to light. “Daddy… I threwed up.” He mumbled with a sob.” The words froze Daryl in his place. Maybe he it was just his foggy sleep deprived brain that was miss hearing what his son just said. But as his wife sat up stare at the two of them like they both started to grow wings and speak in tongues Daryl knew that he had heard correctly. “What?” You asked rubbing your eyes. Beau sobbed nodding. “Lillian threwed up first! Phoenix got up to check on her and she threwed up on the floor!” Beau sobbed helplessly. The both of you stared at Beau in disbelief and disgust. “So…” you ventured to ask, crawling over to your husband’s side of the bed. “Did you throw up Beau?” The little blonde nods swiping away fat tears and it isn’t until then that Daryl is able to make out the new stains on his son’s shirt and pants. “After I farted on the floor.” He whined. Daryl and you share a confused look. Farted… on the floor? What the hell does that mean? OH FUCK NO. Pulling his cigarette from his mouth Daryl gaped at Beau. “What do ya mean… farted on the flo- Beau!” He huffed twisting to the side of the bed. “Did ya shit on the floor?!” he hissed. Feeling your hand on his arm he tried to calm down but the sound of their youngest starting to scream and cry from their shared room and their eldest yelling “Mommy! Daddy! Lilly needs a bath!” was all too overwhelming for him at the moment. “Daryl.” Your calming voice drowned out the madness as your hand squeezed his. “I’ll work on cleaning up. Just… find a bucket… or two… and get them bathed and back in bed. Please. We got this, we’ve been through worse.” And suddenly Daryl knew. You were right. You always were. 

Standing with a groan, Daryl was grateful that he was wearing just boxers when Beau walked directly into his legs for a hug. God… kids and their need to be touched when they're sick. Scooping him into his arms Daryl sighed the smell of vomit was strong, but nothing he couldn’t handle after the hell they’ve lived through. “Sure ya don’t want me ta clean up too? I can-” Daryl muttered walking towards the door, Beau’s head already nuzzled under his chin seeking some semblance of comfort. “Daryl.” You had chided, cutting him off. “We’re a team. I got it, don’t worry.” With a small nod he hummed walking into the kid’s room to access the damage… and it was worse than he imagined. Scowling he sighed not seeing either of his daughters. “Phoenix!” He yelled, shuffling Beau in his arms, starting to search for them. The piercing wail of his two year old would normally have been terrifying given the world they live in but seeing as she was in the bathroom with his eldest at the moment he was simply annoyed. The water for the tap was running and when he popped his head in to see what was happening he rolled his eyes and groaned. “Phoenix… baby. Are you tryin’ ta drown yer sister?” He muttered trying so hard to make light of the situation. Phoenix’s head whipped around as she stared at him, the tub getting dangerously full as she held a fully clothed Lilly in the tub. 

Moving to place Beau on the floor Daryl kneeled beside Phoenix, turning the tap off and taking Lilly into his arms, sopping wet and all. “I was just trying to get her and her clothes clean, dad.” Phoenix whispered looking slightly ashamed and embarrassed. Taking a deep breath Daryl sighed, bouncing the screaming toddler doing his best not to emulate his own father in this situation by screaming in the face of his own children. “T-Thank you…” He bit out. It was a start at least that’s what he assumed. “Now… do me a favor…” He muttered lowly. “Get some towels for me, and some clean pajamas for all you kids and come back. Yer all gettin’ a damned bath.” 

It wasn’t until the early morning light streamed through the blinds that the rancid smell finally seemed to be mostly gone. You had done your best to clean everything up with only homemade vinegar as your main cleaning supply as everything else was running low. The windows were wide open despite the cool weather but even that didn’t deter your three hellions from getting some sleep. The two of you had decided to simply toss and burn the sheets and pajamas the kids had been sleeping in and just use old ones until you could find new ones on a run. As the two of you stood side by side watching the fire in the brisk morning air you couldn’t help but laugh. “Wha’?” Daryl nearly hissed, glaring at you. “Nothing… just… kinda feels normal ya know? We haven’t had to do that since before the turn when Phoenix was little.” You whispered thinking of the time Phoenix had simply crawled into your bed and proceeded to vomit all over Daryl like she was in the exorcist. Daryl stared into the fire but a small smile crossed his lips. “Yeah… suppose so…” Holding your hand he began to rub his thumb along the back of your hand. Any sense of normalcy in this life was better than none he assumed.

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[rootbeerworshiper]

Summer (part 2/3)

Reader x Matt Sturniolo

summery: Summer camp has always been your favourite thing, but as you enter you last year at the camp, as a councillor, you meet someone that changes everything.

warnings: so long omg sorry LMAO, mention of suicide, just so much fluff

alsooooo definitely accidentally posted this when i had already written like half of it and i’ve been writing it while it’s private so it will most likely be far down on my page hahah

part 3 here

love, sienna <3

surprisingly you slept well last night—between the noisy children and Matt intruding your every thought, you weren’t sure it was possible.

you can’t get him out of your mind, his eyes, his sudden kindness—his hands.

yeah you were obsessed with some guys hands, that’s how perfect he is.

camp is only a week long, which doesn’t really leave you enough time to muster up enough courage to actually do anything with him—but that does not mean you won’t be thinking about it.

he’s the kind of person that has so many layers, like a complex character in a novel—you just want to know everything about him.

looking at him is nice too—you can’t get the image of him by the fire out of your mind.

never in your life did you think you’d become so infatuated with someone who’s currently avoiding juvie, but here you were, journaling every waking thought you have about him.

normally you’d tell Amara, but for whatever reason a part of you wants to keep Matt to yourself. he’s the one thing in your life that makes you interesting and the moment Amara sees him you’re sure he’ll switch his gaze towards her—most boys do.

maybe you were interested in Matt purely because he approached you first, another thing that usually happens to your best friend.

whatever it was, it’s slightly embarrassing.

the two of you had one civil conversation and you’re already head over heels.

as much as you’d love to sit here and daydream about Matt, you are a councillor and you do have a job to do.

so you muster up the energy at 7:30am to wake up all the kids as they begin to get ready for breakfast.

you yourself also have to get ready, which feels like a task in it self because now you had something to look good for—well you had someone.

taking out your braids from the day prior, you brush through your curls that are now more defined than usual.

you’re grateful they aren’t frizzy, the world being on your side for once in your life.

a mental battle ensues on whether or not you should apply makeup. normally you wouldn’t. you usually don’t even pack any, but for the time being you’ll do anything to be more desirable, especially next to Amara.

the kids are finally ready and so are you, now just wearing your red councillor t-shirt and white linen shorts that you thrifted a while ago, along with a few bracelets you had made at prior years at camp.

you along with the campers put on your shoes before walking outside, the feeling of your black converse sinking into the gravel that resides outside your cabin combined with the smell of the morning brought you serenity that was truly incomprehensible.

with that you begin the walk to the dining hall once more, trying to avoid rubbing your sleepy eyes as to not smear your freshly applied mascara.

the menu for breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs and french toast which had your kids jumping up and down at the thought of.

you were just grateful that councillors were allowed coffee in the morning—maybe you didn’t sleep as well as you thought. it was hard to tell how much of the dreaming you were awake for.

instinctively, you look around for familiar faces. you and Amara hadn’t really spoken last night after the fire, just a goodnight text and her saying that she has to catch you up on her life—she always does.

its clear when you spot Amara she has a pounding headache, you have a talent for telling when she’s hung over—and yet she still looks like she’s straight off the runway.

you don’t know why your thoughts of jealousy had gotten so bad recently, but for whatever reason it was overtaking you.

there’s no time to look around for Matt as you begin placing food onto your paper plate, asking the kitchen staff for a coffee with cream and sugar.

momentarily you forget about him, caught up in the mess your campers were making and smiling as they grin ear to ear alongside you.

that is until you see him again. somehow he got more beautiful.

you could tell that he was also tired by the way he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sipped on his coffee, but nonetheless you were infatuated with him.

something about the way he was so incredibly good with kids caused your heart to do actual backflips. it’s hard to even tell he was forced to be here from the way he lets the kids tease him and pull on his clothes.

the sight is too funny not to laugh at but the moment his eyes meet yours from across the room your focus changes to your plate.

it was probably incredibly obvious how obsessed with him you were, and you were sure he’s used to it.

the itinerary for the day is basically every activity you can think of, including rock climbing, archery, arts and crafts, swimming and more.

the way it all works is that two cabins are paired together and each day they complete two of many activities.

you knew that your activities were rock climbing and crafts, but you weren’t sure what cabin you would be paired with.

the camp leader begins to list the pairings, and slowly, there is less options for you to be put with.

“and lastly councillors y/n and councillor Matt’s cabins will be paired!” the leader says enthusiastically.

you weren’t sure how you felt about this.

sure, you can spend more time with the boy you can’t get off of your mind, but on the other hand you fear the more time you spend with him, the more likely you are to scare him away.

so for a moment you’re anxiety kicks in, thinking about what your going to say to Matt, how to not make a fool of yourself in front Matt, or how-

Matt.

you’re eyes meet his once more. now lingering longer than before.

he’s the first to break the eye contact, chuckling to himself as he begins to assist his campers in putting everything away.

butterflies enter your stomach immediately, one small smile from him is all that it took.

as much as you’d love to stay in this spot forever, watching him, you have to assist your own campers with their sticky plates and interesting questions.

once everyone has poured out of the dining hall and into the open area, the cabins are split into their respective groups.

you don’t say anything to Matt at first, paralyzed by the fear of making it awkward, so you just sort of… stand next to each other.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, catching you off guard as you bring your gaze towards him.

he’s not much taller than you, maybe two inches or so, but you still had to look up slightly to make eye contact.

somehow, you muster up the courage to speak. “it was okay, kids were pretty loud till like midnight and then i got asked about 4 times to walk people to the bathroom so you know” you kick the rocks beneath your feet, looking down at them to avoid eye contact. “you?”

“it was pretty weird sleeping in a room full of ten year old boys so not a lot of sleeping happened for me” you both look up to see that it’s time to head to your activities, the first of which being rock climbing.

as councillors you didn’t have to actually rock climb, just assisting the kids in getting their gear on and such.

other than a few stolen glances between you and Matt, nothing really happens, and there’s not enough time inbetween kids climbing for anymore small talk.

after every kid has gone, you’re about to begin heading over to the craft area when one of Matt’s campers speaks. “Matt and y/n you should do a rock climbing race!” he says enthusiastically, earning cheers of agreement from practically every other camper.

you and Matt immediately look to one another and before you can even say no to the kid he smiles. “sure, it’ll be fun” your breath practically hitches at his words but you’re in no position to say no.

so you swallow your pride. “okay sure. Matt you are so on”

the two of you walk over as the station leader assists you into your harnesses. “you’re all set” she smiles at you.

as you and Matt lined yourselves up you were met with an abundance of cheers from the campers.

the one leader now speaks again, this time counting down. “on your mark”

you look to Matt and he has the cheesiest smile on his face, one you haven’t been able to witness until now.

“get set”

he looks back to you, but doesn’t hold the eye contact long as he looks back up at he wall ahead, and you do the same—it’s unlike you to lose to a boy because you’re too busy staring at him.

“go!” she waves her hand dramatically as you and the boy to your left begin climbing up the wall.

rock climbing was one of your favourite activities growing up at camp, and up until this point you hadn’t lost a race to anyone.

so here you are, putting in your full effort as you scale the wall, Matt continuing to keep up with you.

this goes on for a moment longer until you go and reach for the bell at the top, feeling victorious.

the feeling doesn’t last long because another hand comes into your line of sight, reaching for the same string.

you tied.

ten years of winning every race and you’ve now tied for the first time.

the bell rings and everyone below you cheers as you look to Matt—it’s hard to be mad at anyone that looks that good. “good game” you say as you begin to make your way down the wall, reaching your hand out to shake his.

he reaches for your hand and does the same. “same to you” you try your best to avoid the way his hand makes you want to melt, focusing now and getting down to the grass that awaits you below.

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the rest of the day is pretty standard, and after arts and crafts you had new beaded bracelets to add to your growing collection.

dinner goes smoothly too, and by the evening the kids have full control over what they wish to do before lights out.

this gives you a chance to talk to Amara, which is something you feel like you haven’t done in forever. the two of you are sitting at the dock by the lake, watching the sun set as you talk about everything that’s happened so far.

“i don’t know why you won’t peruse anything with him he sounds perfect for you” you groan.

she’s now filled you in on the older camp councillor from last night, and it’s safe to say you were growing more annoyed with her inability to commit to a guy, especially one as good as the councillor.

“he gave me the ick i don’t know” she ponders for a moment, gaze still fixated on the scenery that surrounds you. “wait how was it doing the activities with that weird kid?”

you furrow your eyebrows, not entirely sure who she’s referring to. “Matt?”

“yeah that’s his name” she replies smiling as if the idea of him is just that funny.

it’s hard to not feel a little sting, but you’re used to this, you and her have very different taste in guys. “i don’t know why you think he’s weird, he’s pretty nice actually”

“i don’t know he always looks angry at something and like i’ve never seen him not wearing a long sleeve it’s just odd”

now you’re definitely annoyed. normally you’d play along just to get her to stop talking, but for whatever reason you feel the need to stick up for Matt—maybe it’s because you aren’t sure anyone else would.

“you don’t know anything about him Amara you shouldn’t be judging him over nothing” you reply with a harsher tone than you were really expecting.

“why do you care so much? do you have a crush on the kid or something?”

yup you sure do.

but Amara doesn’t deserve to know that, not when she’s acting like this.

so you just get up, replacing yourself with your feet on the slightly wobbly dock.

you open your mouth to say something but ultimately decide against it, the last thing you want to do is speak out of anger and regret it the next morning.

“y/n i didn’t mean it like that i’m sorry” she calls out but you continue walking towards your cabin in a fit of anger.

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it doesn’t make a ton of sense why you were so offended by her words. deep down you knew there was more of Matt for you to learn about, more backstory behind his complexity and you couldn’t judge him without it.

you shower quickly, although you hate the camp showers with a passion. all you can do is be as fast as possible and pray no bugs join you in the stall.

once you’ve dried off fully you change into some random boxers you own and your moms old crew neck that you brought with you everywhere.

it brought you closure wearing it, having a physical way to feel close to her was needed in your time of grief.

the campers all settle in to their bunks and you drown out their talking as you return to your book from earlier.

usually reading was an escape from your life, a way to forget—now as you read you can’t help but wish these romantic things were happening to you.

it’s too much.

so you attempt to sleep, putting the bookmark on a page that brought you particular sadness and letting out a huge sigh as your head meets the pillow.

you wish it was easy to turn your fast moving brain off, but it’s a battle that you know all too well—a battle you lose every time.

so once it’s clear that all the campers are asleep, you make your way out of the cabin, tip toeing as much as possible and quietly picking up your slides.

you squeeze your eyes as the door creaks ever so slightly and pause as you await a reaction, but nothing happens, so you continue out.

the moment you shut the door behind yourself you take a few breath. if only breathing was enough to shut off your mind.

you bend over to slide on your shoes and you begin to walk to the dock, hoping to gain some peace and serenity while you watch the stars.

it’s a short walk and soon enough you find yourself at the same spot you fought with Amara at hours prior, and the thought of the fight alone makes you feel sick.

you’re unsure of how it got this bad with her. it’s not like you actively hated her or anything, she’s still your favourite person. but something in the way you continuously watch her reject guys just to disprove at the one guy that actually looks like at you like you’re human makes you really upset.

camp used to be so different. always filled with lifelong memories, but you want nothing more than to forget what happened tonight.

you wipe the tear that’s creeps on to your face and lay down, knees bent and your hands on your stomach—having your hands placed there is something Amara taught you to do when your brain moves too fast for your breath to keep up.

the use of that strategy is ironic now.

after a few short moments you hear footsteps behind you—there is no way you are ready to talk to Amara yet, not when you still feel like shit.

“Amara i don’t wanna speak to you right now please leave me alone” you call out without looking behind yourself.

the footsteps pause for a moment so you assume you’ve successfully caused your best friend to walk away, but you’re met with a voice that is all too familiar.

“i’m not Amara”

Matt.

the footsteps continue as you look back to him. “mind if i sit here?”

you wipe your face quickly, the last thing you need is any more lingering tears left on your cheek and a boy to make fun of them. a quick nod of your head and he’s sat next to you, closer now than at the fire.

he’s the first to lay back now, in the exact position you were in before being interrupted. “do you wanna talk about it?”

you match his position on the dock, sighing to release all stress. “are you gonna get annoyed if i sit here and ramble about girl drama?” you knew it was more than that, but most people you have tried to confide in didn’t see it the way that you did.

“i think calling it girl drama just undermines the pain you’re clearly in” his gaze is fixed on the stars but you can’t help but look to him.

“that was a big word for you” you smile slightly and earn a shake of the head in return—it’s clear he’s hiding a smile you just aren’t sure why. “but yeah uh i kinda fought with Amara in this exact same spot like a few hours ago”

you pause. it feels extremely weird to be confiding in someone who was a stranger to you yesterday but somehow he feels like the only person in the world who will listen.

“she just said some mean shit about this guy that i’m into as if she doesn’t shut down every guy that looks at her. and i wish i had her problem, i do. but it doesn’t come that easy for me, guys don’t usually look at me that way”

“and this one does?” he asks, looking at you as if on cue.

you fight the stupid smile that creeps onto your lips. “he does”

it’s silent for a moment again, you aren’t really sure how to continue this conversation.

“you’re telling me no guys are into you?” he asks. as much as you wish the words didn’t have the effect on you that they did, sadness looms over you once more.

“that’s exactly what i’m telling you. they all look to Amara before i can even get a word in. i’m used to it now, but it’s still a hurtful reality check that my life isn’t one i read about.” once again you were unsure why you were being so open with Matt, you had never said these words out loud before, something about him made it flow so effortlessly.

he sighs at this, as if the sadness that looms over your head has travelled to his. “i don’t see what everyone sees in Amara. i prefer the other friend”

you just laugh. “that’s funny” as confident as you were that he was joking, his face is dead serious. your eyebrows furrow in disbelief. “wait you’re serious?”

“way to make it a thing” he laughs but you can’t even begin to imagine what you’re meant to say in return in order to continue the flirty banter—god where was Amara when you needed her.

“wait why did you sit next to me yesterday at the fire? i thought you hated me” you muster up the courage to speak.

he clears his throat slightly and you can tell he’s uncomfortable. “i never hated you. i was just mad that my parents sent me here. i sat next to you because i thought you were pretty, it’s really not complicated.”

you allow your jaw to drop at this. to most people this may be a normal occurrence, but for someone as hot as Matt to be hitting on you is not something you could prepare yourself for.

he looks to you and you immediately cover your face with your hands—you were flustered over nothing.

the last thing you expected him to do was gently remove your hands from your cheeks. “this isn’t gonna work if you’re terrified of compliments”

“sorry i’m not used to it” his hands are still holding your own. “can i ask you something?”

he nods, not letting go.

“why do you always wear long sleeves?” you were expecting a more uncomfortable reaction from the boy, instead a smirk enters his face.

“you wanna see?” you could melt at the words but instead you nod as he lets go of your grasp.

he sits up and his hands grab the bottom hem of his hoodie and lift it over his head—momentarily exposing his stomach.

you can’t help but stare until he pulls his tank top down and places his hoodie to the side. “holy shit” is all you’re capable of saying. it’s unclear what you were anticipating but it definitely wasn’t this.

Matt’s right arm is completely covered in tattoos. from flowers on his shoulder to a seashell on his forearm he practically had a full sleeve.

you’re fully sat up now too, hesitantly reaching out to his arm to further inspect the ink that covers him. “you can touch my arm i won’t bite” he says, speaking more quiet than before, but it’s an offer you take up—grabbing the boys arm and tracing your fingers along the numerous tattoos.

the longer you graze his arm the more you can feel eyes burn though the top of your head, so without thinking you look up and your eye’s immediately meet his—now closer than ever before.

you fight every urge to back away and cringe of embarrassment, because deep down this is all you’ve thought about for the past 24 hours and now it’s real.

the eye contact lingers for a while, your arm still on his as the two of you practically breathe in sync.

“can i kiss you?” Matt asks and immediately you nod your head, unable to think about anything else.

he leans in and a sense of comfortability washes over you in the most unexpected way. as much as you lack experience, this feels so incredibly right.

you’re the first to deepen the kiss and his hand makes its way to your cheek—you could melt at the touch.

it’s something so simple but so intimate. your hand rubbing small circles on his arm while his fingers bring you impossibly closer to him.

as far as kisses go, you’re sure this is as good as it gets.

after a moment the two of you back away, looking into each others eyes immediately.

you can’t fight back the dumb smile that forms on your face, and for once, he doesn’t either.

he lays back down and you follow suit, now placing your head in his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. “i wish everyone saw you the way that i see you” you say—his one hand now making its way to your hair to toy with it as you speak.

“you want everyone to want to kiss me?” you smack his chest as he laughs.

“obviously not Matt” you sigh, sinking further into him. “i just mean like everyone sees you as this tough guy who doesn’t care about anything, but that’s not you at all”

“what am i then?” his voice is deeper now, more tired than you’ve heard him before.

your own arm wraps around his waist before you speak again, it still doesn’t feel real. “for starters, you love kids, i can tell. most councillors don’t put up with half the shit your cabin does to you but you just allow it and i don’t think it’s because you don’t care, i think it’s because you like to make them happy.”

he just hums in response. “you also care about other people. like when you saw me sitting alone, part of me just assumed you were coming to make fun of me but i think you just didn’t like seeing someone so social sit alone. and i saw the look in your eyes when i opened up to you. it wasn’t pity, it was empathy”

it’s easier to speak to him when you don’t have to look at him in the eyes, and with his hand in your hair guiding you through your words. “you just don’t let people see that side of you and i don’t understand why”

he shifts slightly in his spot—you definitely struck a nerve and you were not expecting to.

“you don’t have to uh tell me if you don’t want i get it if it’s personal” you say quickly, desperately trying to not ruin what has barely started.

“no it’s fine uh” he thinks for a second, fingers still gently scratching your scalp. “when i was younger i was the happiest kid, like you would never see me without a smile on my face. and uh i had this best friend, his name was Nate, and he was my everything growing up.” you can hear him sniffle above you and you subconsciously squeeze his tighter, wanting nothing more than to make the boy feel better.

“a little more than a year ago today i had to read his suicide note. everything in the world felt so unfair. i had to watch his family suffer and no words of comfort would fill the void that Nathan left. i guess uh since then i haven’t really been smiling a lot because i haven’t had much of a reason to.”

the thought of this made your heart hurt. “i’m sorry. i know what you’re feeling, i mean a little bit anyways. my mom was my best friend and it never felt like i got enough time with her. it’s terrifying how death happens so fast you know?”

he just nods in response, fighting back the lump in his throat as you speak. “one second i was watching The Office with her and laughing on the couch and the next i had to prepare a speech for her funeral. and you can never say enough in those few pages to encapsulate someone’s entire life. never”

you both feel a sense of heaviness as you sit in a more comfortable silence.

“what’s your favourite memory of Nate?” you ask, hoping to lighten the mood.

it seems to work because Matt immediately smiles. “it was in middle school and we went out to Mcdonald’s and decided to play the penis game.” he laughs softly. “we were practically just yelling the word penis in an almost empty restaurant and peeing ourselves over it” you laugh along too, the mere image of this is enough for you to find it funny.

“what’s your favourite memory of your mom?” he asks in return.

you think for a moment before landing on one specific one. “when i was 12 she taught me how to make her signature chocolate chip cookies. she was already diagnosed with cancer at that point and she was determined to leave her mark on the world in any way she could, including her many recipes. i didn’t know at the time that she was dying, and there was no way for me to. she was the happiest she had ever been and we had so much fun together, eating the chocolate chips while we waited for the cookies to bake”

“she sounds like a really good mom” he says, looking down at you.

“do you think we’re put on this earth for a reason?” you ask, you’re eyes now feeling heavy as you cuddle with Matt.

he takes a moment to respond. “i do. i just don’t know what mine is, or if we’re ever really supposed to have that figured out”

“it just sucks because currently, my reason to be on this earth is to be a supporting character in an interesting movie, and i don’t want that”

“so make your own movie” those words alone are enough for you to smile. you look up to him to see his eyes already on yours and you place a quick kiss on his lips.

“i like kissing you” you say sheepishly, both hands now under your own chin as you look up to him.

he smiles back.

knowing what you know now, the fact that he’s smiling at you—because of you, could make you melt.

“you should do it more often” he replies, looking at you with a new look in his eyes, one of admiration.

you didn’t see that look often, and when you did it was directed towards your best friend.

so you kiss him again. and again. and one more time for good measure. if you could, you’d be here forever, just like this.

“we should probably go back now, the sun looks like it’s about to start rising” you laugh. the last thing you want to do is leave but you don’t have much of a choice.

he sighs dramatically. “what if i just wanna stay here forever?”

you sit up now, looking down at him as you place a hand on his chest. “well that would simply be unrealistic”

it takes a lot for you to muster up the energy to stand up but you do, and you reach down to help the boy up.

the short walk to your cabin used to be a good thing, but seeing as you don’t want to leave the boy at your side, you’d be okay walking three miles to make it back.

you’re now at your cabin, directly outside of the door as you and Matt just stare at each other. neither of you want to leave, but you both know that this night needs to come to an end eventually.

he places his hands gently on your waist, almost as if he’s testing the waters, but by the way your arms immediately wrap around his neck he knows he made the right choice.

“goodnight Matt” you whisper in his ear, earning a simple “goodnight y/n” as he kisses your temple and inevitably lets you go.

you watch him walk away, screaming silently the moment he’s out of sight—fighting every urge in your body to jump up and down like one of your campers at the mere thought of tonight.

a/n: this feels so incredibly long but i finally finished part 2!! part 3 will be the longest one so if you didn’t get a snack for this chapter you’ll want one for the next

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We meet again, darling pt.4 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Smut... kinda, MDNI please xxxx

Abby jolts awake at the sound of her phone ringing. She had struggled to fall asleep earlier that night just like she had most nights since Dan. His face haunted her sleep. Sometimes it was memories from her childhood where he looked happy and carefree as they did when they were kids but sometimes his face was pale and sweaty and twisted up in pain, both physical and emotional. No matter what the dream was it always ended the same: Abby stabbing him and him choking on his own blood while he asked why? How could she do this? Every night she'd wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating with tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. But tonight, she didn't. She woke because her phone rang. Because you rang.

Abby looks at the number only to see its unknown and she sighs already knowing who it is.

"Do you know what time it is?" Her voice was groggy and deep from sleep and your breath hitched at the sound of her disgruntled words.

"No, isn't it 2pm?"

Abby can practically hear the grin through the phone and she sighs even harder this time.

"You're not funny."

"Yes I am don't lie, that's a sin"

"Your whole life is a sin."

"Jeez someone's grumpy."

"You wake me up at.." Abby takes the phone from her ear to look at the time. "THREE AM?? Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, years ago."

"Do you enjoy being the biggest pain in my ass? Is that why you called... at 3am?

"Yes and kind of. I'm calling because I've got everything set up for you to start your part of the plan, I think we should give it a name I was thinking: Mission take over, what do you think?" Abby rolls her eyes and lays back down with the phone still at her ear.

"No, that's awful. What about.... Mission call me at 3am again and I'll kick your ass?"

"I'd like to see you try. You don't have a good track record."

"Hanging up now."

"Wait a minute, we're going to dinner tonight. Be ready 8pm sharp and dress nice."

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"Everyday of my life. It's part of my charm. Okay that was all I wanted to tell you so get some rest sleeping beauty."

"You called me at 3am to tell me we're going to dinner?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I really don't like you."

"Aw yes you do. Goodnight sunshine!" You do a loud kiss through the phone and hear her sigh before she hangs up. You giggle and put your phone down as there's a knock at your office door.

"Come in."

Richter walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits quietly and pours you both a glass.

"What's got you up at these hours?" You look at him with an unamused look.

"When am I not? And I could say the same for you."

"Fair point. I'm actually just about to head back to mine but I thought you'd want to know that Eddie rang."

You sigh and rub your forehead knowing that is never good.

"What now?"

"Cops bagged Marlow, apparently they've offered him a deal to talk."

"They always do. Do you think he will?"

"No I don't think he will, but..."

"Oh there's always a but."

"Eddie's worried, there's been more arrests recently, not all of them get charged but he's worried they're getting closer. We've went under the radar for so long now, is our luck running out?"

"It's not luck Johnny for fuck's sake. We're smart and we're careful. This. This is a rat. Come on I'll walk you out, I need to pay someone a visit."

Richter gives you a strange look but shrugs and starts walking as you follow him out.

Abby jolts awake for the second time tonight as she feels herself being shaken.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just me."

"You are fucking insane, how and why are you in my apartment at 4 in the fucking morning?"

"You have crap security we've been over this" You begin to pace at the foot of her bed. "I need a favour."

"A favour? You really think you're in a place to be asking for favours right now."

"Hey, when I came in it looked like you were having a really bad dream so er your welcome for waking you up from that. Please just listen to me this is serious." You stop and look her dead in the eyes as you say this and for the first time you notice she's not wearing anything on her top half. You can see the protrusion of her collarbones and the definition of her muscles and you don't even realise you've been ogling her until you meet her unimpressed eyes. Although she's gracious enough to not mention it, you gulp as you know you've been caught.

"Right. Well, um, I think there's a rat. Lower down of course but clearly high up enough to know a good amount about the structure of my business. More of my men have been getting arrested and some of them are getting charged. I need you to find out who the rat is so I can deal with them. Abby this is so important, I need you to find out today or this could fuck up mission: take over."

"Are you actually going to start calling it that?"

"Abby!"

"Jeez. Sorry, I will find out what's going on today."

"Oh thank god." You sit down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her strong thigh and squeeze. "Thank you, sorry for scaring the shit out of you... and waking you up... twice." You smile at her and she smiles back.

"It's okay I guess, only you could get away with this shit."

"Oh yeah?" You tilt your head and smirk at her. "Am I special?" You lean in close so your faces are centimetres apart. Abby brings a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer so your noses are practically touching. She leans in until your lips are touching.

"Yeah. You are." She lunges forward and presses her lips to yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. The shock you feel at her actions immediately subsides as want takes over. You feel her tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. You can't help but feel the need to tease so you go to pull away until her other hand finds its place on the back of your head keeping you firmly in place. She bites down on your lower lip and as you gasp she takes this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. You feel completely out of control as you moan into her mouth. She pulls away for a second to raise her eyebrows at the noise you let out.

"Shut. Up." You grab her face and immediately start kissing her. Harder and more passionately this time. You straddle her hips and her hands immediately find their places on your hips squeezing so hard you expect bruises to form. You pull away from her lips and start kissing down her jaw and neck. You hear Abby almost growl and you feel her strong hands pull you away from her. You frown until you notice her hands pulling at your t-shirt. You help her by lifting your arms up and she throws the t-shirt somewhere on the floor of her room. You realise you didn't have a bra on when you see her eyeing your boobs hungrily. She looks up at you and down at them again. She grabs them and squishes them together and then kisses each nipple, she looks up with her face still resting on your chest and the sight is enough to make you cum right there and then. She gets a mischievous grin on her face.

"You have a great rack."

"Oh you just had to ruin the moment." You say giggling as you push her face away from you. She grabs you and pulls you down with her so you're laying on top of her.

"Hey I mean it."

"I will get up and leave right now." She wraps her arms tightly around your waist so there is absolutely no space between you two. "No you won't."

"Oh whatever." You go back to kissing her and her hands go back to your hips as she starts rocking you atop her. You groan into her mouth and you feel her smile into the kiss. She flips you both over and starts kissing down your neck and your chest until she reaches your left nipple. She sucks it into her mouth while making dead eye contact with you. You gasp as she pinches the right nipple and immediately swaps her ministrations. Once she's paid both nipples sufficient attention she kisses down your stomach and licks a strip back up and finishes it off with a kiss between your breasts. She shuffles down the bed and wraps her fingers round the band of your bottoms.

"Can I take these off?"

"Obviously."

She rips them down and throws them also onto the floor. She goes to kiss the hem of your underwear but stops when you thread your fingers through her soft hair.

"Wait. Come here."

"Yes boss." You giggle as she crawls back up toward your face and pull her into a messy kiss. You palm her perky breasts and roll her pink nipples between your fingers, she hisses.

"Aw is someone sensitive?" You pout at her and she smirks at you as she grabs your cheeks and squishes them together as she presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"You are so much cuter when you don't talk." She squishes your cheeks with each word she says and then leans down and bites at your neck hard enough you're sure there will be a bite mark.

"I hate you so much." She looks at you with raised eyebrows as she places a hand over your mouth firmly.

"No you don't." She moves back down your body and takes the hem of your underwear between her teeth as she slides the underwear down your thighs, You instinctively clamp your legs shut as you're exposed in front of her but she grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down flush to the bed.

"uh uh uh, come on darling, no hiding now." She echoes your words from your conversation on the balcony with a wicked grin on her face. You roll your eyes and groan into her hand. She peppers kisses and leaves bruises all over your thighs until your bite her hand.

"Oh someone's impatient aren't they?" She leans down and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit moaning as she tastes you on her tongue. She sucks your clit into her mouth for a second and then presses a quick kiss to it before she crawls back up to be face to face with you. She grabs your neck, gentler than the other times she's choked you, her intentions different this time and kisses you hungrily so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You both kiss until you have to pull away to gasp for breath and she sits up giving you the most hot look you've ever seen as she wipes her mouth with her thumb. She leans back down and presses her thumb over your lips and you happily take it into your mouth and suck. She moans as she feels your tongue swirling around her thumb and sucking, hard. She pulls it out with a pop and smears the spit over your lips and chin. She bites her lip and flashes a devilish grin before she begins to get up and pull her top off the ground as she puts it on over her head.

"What are you doing?"

"That's what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night... twice." She goes to walk out the room but turns back and looks at you. "And for shooting me." As she walks out of the room you throw your head back in frustration and begin trailing your hand down your body to your heat. Abby appears back in the doorway with two bottles of water and an unimpressed look on her face. She pulls you by your foot to the end of the bed and brings her face inches to yours.

"Don't even think about it."

She drops a bottle of water onto the bed for you and you throw yourself back in frustration as you hear Abby laugh as she walks away.

"Fucker."

psa: sorry sorry i had to do it, going back and editing these now i've decided to actually post has been fun. Hope you enjoyed whoever has made it this far and more action is coming i promise, in more ways than one... ;). New chapters coming soon because i love this story and Abby is perf <3 okay byeeee

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Can you write something where Jack Hughes always pulls out and he is so confident about his technique but one day after a road trip when you hadn't been together in a while he doesn't and he is so cute after all and all worried because he is too young for a baby

Note:+18. Wrap it, kids. (p in v)

"Look at you, fuck" You were laying on the bed with your legs spread for him. "Did I got you this wet?" He treased with a smile.

"Yes, Jack. It's all for you" You panted at the same time you played with your tits.

"Yeah? All for me?" He asked slowly as he pushed himself in you. You whined, he had left you all stimulated after eating you for so long. He may not be the best, but he was so willing to try and that left you laying on the bed for hours while he ate you put until he made you cum at least once. "The sounds you make... They make me so hard"

Jack had been waiting for this for two weeks. On the road, he had been either too tired or too busy, plus that one time when he forgot to lock the door and got caught before even starting. He had been dreaming with this, finally having you on your whole glory only for him to enjoy. And well, the wait was worth it.

"Fuck, you feel so good" He desperately moaned while pushing hard and deep in you. He was feeling everything in such a intense way that he couldn't barely think about anything else. You were so spent from the previous orgasm that you could only say his name and hold into him.

You fingers when on your clit and his mouth was on your chest, the pleasure was so intense and you came hard quite soon. Jack wasn't expecting it, he hoped you could last a bit more. Because you felt so right and he couldn't contain it, he couldn't move fast enough.

Jack collapsed on you moaning and gasping for air, still buried deep inside of you and gripping hard on your thigh. You fingers were on his hair and you were still panting for air. He was kind of crushing you but he felt so nice. It took you a bit too realize.

"Jack"

"Mhm" He was in cloud night still.

"You didn't pull out" You said.

He shot up and looked at you in panic. "Didn't I?"

"You are still in me, so you didn't"

"Oh fuck" He pulled out and his come spilled from you. You chuckled when his cheeks and chest turned bright read. "Oh fuck" Jack got a little bit too distracted with the picture in front of him. Until he realized. "Shit, YN. I'm so sorry. I got so carried away and... Fuck, I lost it. Sorry, I'm so sorry, babe..."

You sat straight and cupped his cheeks. "Hey bub. Not your fault, really. We are two, we decided to not use it together, yeah?"

Jack was quite a gentleman and help you clean everything dripping off you, he got you a nice shower and apologised a thousand times before falling asleep. You were a bit worried, yes. You were going to look for a solution, obviously. But Jack was panicking. You finally got him to go to sleep,but he didn't got much.

When you woke up at 10 am next morning, he wasn't next to you, neither was his phone or wallet in the nightstand. You got up and went to the toilet first, then walked to the kitchen.

"You are awake"

You shouted and pressed a hand on your chest. "Fuck, Jack. You are going to kill me"

"Sorry, I'm just nervous" He hugged you and kissed your forehead.

You smiled a bit and kissed his chin. "Hey, all good, okay?"

"Yeah, come with me"

Jack pulled you to the kitchen and showed you a box. "I ran to the pharmacy and bought this."

A big smile crept to your lips. "Plan B?"

"Yeah, plan B. You still have time, so... It can have some side effects. But I'm so so sorry, really. I was so stupid. I hadn't cum in days and it felt so good. And... Sorry, really. I'll be here with you, I promise. You know that. We can marry or..."

"Jack, I know it has side effects. But it's fine. We both took the decision, we both agreed. And I wasn't suffering, was I?"

He smirked and hugged your waist.

"Love, we don't need to marry. We will be okay. And I know that you will be here. I love you and I trust you"

Jack kissed your forehead. "I love you"

You kissed his lips. "Did you went to Marie's bakery?"

"Mhm. You deserve it"

You sat and had breakfast, your pill and then spent the whole day on the sofa.

"It turned you on, didn't it?" You asked with your chin on his chest.

He was blushing. "Nah..."

"Yeah..." You pinched his cheek. "It did."

"Well, maybe. But..."

"Should we... Look for options?"

"Options?"

"Oh c'mon, you are the one with a bree-" A hand covered your mouth and you started laughing loud (muffled but loud)

"Shut up!"

#Jack Hughes #Jh #Smutty #NHL blurb

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part One

Summary: a night on the late shift with Steven ends badly when a creepy guy with a scales tattoo shows up searching for a beetle

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (with a hint of Marc) 

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: not proof read so sorry if it’s shit 🙈 I’ll probably edit this tomorrow after sleep

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

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Spending your nights scanning inventory isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you took on the job at the museum. You thought you’d be leading tours or helping arrange displays of cool ancient artefacts. But your boss had other plans. She’d taken a dislike to you during your first week on the job and since then she’d always stick you on the late shift. Initially this irritated you. The late shift meant unsociable hours doing the dull tasks no-one else wanted to do. 

But it was on the late shift where you met Steven and you’d been good friends ever since. Usually Steven would be here with you and the two of you would make fun games out of inventory. But for the past few nights he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. 

So here you are again, preparing for another boring evening of scanning and packing various overpriced toys and trinkets. Alone. 

You’d just started working your way through the first box of items when Steven charged into the room.

“Bloody hell, he’s alive!” You say as you monotonously move items from one box to another, scanning each one on the till in the process. “Glad to see you're still with us.”

“Huh?” Steven mutters, not really playing attention to you. 

“No one’s seen or heard from you in days Steven. I was this close to calling the police and reporting you as missing.” You say half jokingly attempting to cover how truly worried you’ve been, but you can tell he’s not really listening. He keeps glancing at the door, fear in his eyes. You put down the Egyptian sphinx shaped kids toy you were about to scan and walk around the counter to him. You reach out to him, gently placing a hand on his arm and he jumps, wide eyes staring into yours. “Woah, what’s going on with you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah yeah, um, all good” he says unconvincingly forcing a smile. 

“Steven…” you pause “I’m your best and pretty much only friend, alright, don't lie to me.”

You watch his face as he thinks for a moment, before taking a breath and telling you everything. About the black outs, the voices and the dreams. 

“I woke up screaming on the bus today with no memory of how I got there! It just felt so real Y/N, like I was really there. And then when I got off the bus, I saw him. The man from my dream, he’s real! He was on the bus and he followed me into the museum. He’s proper creepy. Going on about a scarab and Ammit and-”

“The Egyptian god?” You ask, interrupting him. 

“Deity, yeah, he’s like some sort of super fan or something? I don't know. He’s got this tattoo, scales on his arm and they move Y/N. A tattoo that moves! And he killed a women, I thought it was a dream but now I think it might have been real…” he stops rambling for a moment to make sad eye contact with you “you must think I’m crazy” 

“Of course I don't think you're crazy. Sleep deprived, maybe, but not crazy.” You pause and he gives you a small relieved smile. “Look, how about we crack on with this work and get it finished so we can go out for a drink yeah? My treat.”

“That sounds nice” he smiles but you only get to see it for a moment before the lights go out. 

“Oh lovely!” You say sarcastically. This isn’t the first time other staff members have turned the lights off as they leave, forgetting you're still here. “I’ll go turn them back on” 

As you head through the darkened museum you get a sudden sense of danger wash over you. Something moving in the shadows around you. Footsteps behind you. Breathing. 

You stop in your tracks quickly turning to look around, your eyes straining to see in the darkest part of the room. 

A rhythmic tapping sound slowly getting louder makes you spin around, and you see someone walking toward you. 

“J.B? Is that you?”

“You are a friend of Marc Spector?” An unknown voice asks.

“uh… who…?” You just manage to respond as the long haired man steps into the moonlight shining through the skylight above. He comes to a stop in front of you, leaning slightly on the cane in his hands.

“Or maybe you know him as Steven Grant?”

You suddenly remember everything Steven has just told you and a realisation dawns on you. You glance down at the tattoo on the man’s arm; scales! This is the man Steven was talking about!

“Look, sir-”

“Call me Arthur, please” 

“…Arthur. I’m sorry I don't know what you're talking about but the museum is actually closed now so I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I'm afraid I can’t do that. You see, something that I care about was stolen, by your friend, and I really need him to give it back. So I’m going to take something he cares about.” 

The man gives a slight nod and suddenly you feel two pairs of hands restrain your arms.

“Let go of me!” You fight but it only makes them hold you tighter. 

“Y/N?” Steven calls out as he runs to find you, but two more men step in his way before he can get close. “What the hell?! Let her go!”

“Return what you stole, and I will.” the man replies calmly

“I told you I don't have your bloody beetle!” 

“The other you does.” 

“What does that even mean?” Steven looks a mix of confused and terrified “Nothing you say makes any sense!"

“Then let me make it clear. Give me the scarab and I’ll give you the girl.” 

“I don't know where it is!” Steven says almost pleading. “Look just, let her go and I’ll help you find it. Please just… just let her go. She’s done nothing wrong.” 

“I’ll let Ammit be the judge of that” he turns to face you as the men holding your arms back suddenly push them forward so they’re out in front of you. Arthur keeps his eyes fixed on yours as gently takes hold of your wrists, placing his cane to balance between them. Behind him you see Steven trying but failing to get past the men blocking his path to you.

“What are you doing?” You ask but Arthur shushes you.

“I judge you in Ammit’s name with but a fraction of her power.”

Suddenly the cane begins swinging back and forth on its own, and you notice the scale tattoo on his arm has gone from being perfectly balanced to now swaying wildly. It slows down and finally comes to a stop, turning red. 

You look up at Arthur, who’s eyes remain fixed on yours. 

“I’m sorry” he says “But Ammit has decided” 

“No!” Steven shouts, desperately trying to fight his way through.

“What- what does that mean? Decided what?” You ask, sensing this means something bad. You try to free your hands from his grasp.

“She’s good! She does good things!” Steven continues to shout “She hasn’t done anything wrong!”

“Maybe not yet, but she will” Arthur remains eerily calm as he continues to look into your eyes, like he’s searching your soul “I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish you could see the world we’re going to create.”

He closes his eyes and as he takes a deep breath in you feel unable to breath at all, like the life is being drained from your body. You drop to your knees, your hands still in Arthur’s grasp.

Out the corner of your eye you're aware of movement, chaos breaking loose around you and suddenly one of the men who had been holding Steven back crashes to the floor next to you causing Arthur to release his grip on you. You slump on the ground, your lungs burning as your finally able to breath again.

Through your hazy eyes you watch as body fly across the room, smashing into various displays and in the centre of it all is Steven. You watch in disbelief as he effortlessly picks up a man by the throat and smacks him into the wall. 

“Stop!” Arthur shouts and Steven drops the man, turning to face Arthur. “This chaos and destruction must come to an end.”

“Then leave.” Steven replies sternly, his voice sounding entirely different. 

“I believe I’m now talking to the man who knows where the scarab is. Ammit has a deal for you. Bring the scarab to me and she’ll let the girl live despite her judgement. Fail and she will take her soul.” 

Steven looks over at you laying on the ground, then back to Arthur. 

“Deal.” 

Arthur begins to leave, stopping as he crosses by you. 

“I will be seeing you again. Praise Ammit.” 

As soon as he leaves ‘Steven’ runs to you, kneeling at your side. 

“Y/N?! Are you okay?” He says, his voice still different. American. 

You study his face, something is different. 

“You're not Steven” you say, your voice small and weak. 

“I’m Marc, Marc Spector. It’s good to finally meet you.” 

PART TWO

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #arthur harrow #moon knight x reader #moon knight fic #moon knight reader insert

[eeveecryptid]

※ RESIDENT EVIL: WELCOME TO RACCOON CITY ( 2021 )

lines through the movie because - hello - i adore just how well done it was. feel free to adjust pronouns/phrasing if needed. May include nsfw material.

“s/he's here again. s/he was watching me.” “try and get back to sleep before (name) finds you in my bed.” “what are you doing out of bed, little girl/boy?” “s/he sleepwalks sometimes since our parents died.” “you're a good boy/girl for taking such care of your sister/brother/sibling.” “that must have been quite some dream.” “i almost shit my goddamn pants.” “if i knew you were gonna be screaming in your sleep, i would've left you at the side of the road.” “you know, one might have nightmares heading back into that shithole town.” “hey, why don't you just take a seat and leave the poor kid alone, huh, (name)?” “ten bucks says you can't shoot that off from here.” “twenty says i can knock the bottle without even looking.” “you snooze, you lose- it's (sender's name)'s sandwich now.” “i heard that you shot your partner in the ass during training.” “heard that your daddy, some big shot on the force, had to bail you out.” “what's the 'S' stand for? stupid?” “sooner they shut this whole town down, the better, as far as i'm concerned.” “we're nice people once you get to know us.” “s/he's only got eyes for the big fella, and I don't fancy your chances against him.” “you really shoot your own partner?” “still pining after (name), i see.” “never gonna happen, bro.” “i see you wax your chest now.” “after you ran away, (name) was the closest thing i had to family.” they raised me, put me through school, the academy-- they were there for me.” “where were you? i haven't even heard from you in five years.” “they've been trying to contain that shit, but the genie is out of the bottle now, and i don't think it's going back in.” “what kind of person can pick a lock like that?” “it's kind of impressive, but also, what the fuck?” “i'd never let anything hurt you.” “lock-pick the door behind you when you leave-- and don't touch the bike!” “what would the worst way to die be? to be swallowed whole by a snake or eaten alive by a great white shark?” “you're a freak, (name).” “i plan on dying peacefully in bed, snuggled in (name)'s big burly arms. “you said 'everyone into the briefing room,' so- here i am.” “i didn't mean you, you moron. not you, (name), everyone else. “what if someone wanders in and there's no-one behind the front desk? an old lady's looking for her cat or something.” “i'm sorry, (name), is that important? a new girlfriend?” “maybe you could take her out to eat at Planet Hollywood.” “they have a new one in Gatlin- oh, they got a great salad. little wine.” “maybe just take her back to your apartment, rent a movie at Blockbuster, get cozy on the couch, or put on some Journey.” “Steve Perry's voice, what it does to a woman's heart, huh? am i right?” “sounds like i might be getting laid.” “leaving, that's what they want. so they can destroy my life's work.” “it's okay, little girl/boy, because we've found you a new family.” “don't worry about your brother/sister, s/he'll be coming along as well, in due course.” “we would never separate the two of you.” “who are you gonna call? you're the police.” “i'm no medical expert, but i think that guy might just be beyond saving.” “congratulations, rookie, on the promotion.” “i'm sure your father would be incredibly proud that his pathetic specimen of a child is rising so quickly through the ranks.” “someone should confiscate that.” “the faster we find them, the faster we can get the fuck out of here.” “so you're (name)'s little sister/brother, huh? i didn't think the two of you spoke.” “my parents died in a car accident when i was eight.” “my brother and i grew up in an orphanage here.” “i ran away a long time ago.” “i had to learn to handle myself quickly.” “you're probably wondering what a guy like me is doing as a cop, right?” “oh yeah, no, he's fucking fine, yeah. who doesn't cough up a little blood on the floor when they're feeling sick? just a little cold.” “of course he's not fucking okay, man, look at him.” “you're no einstein, are you, buddy?” “get your shit together, or you're not gonna make it through the night.” “i just really want to get out of this town.” “i don't know who they are. i don't know, and i don't care.” “they're just some people with a vested interest in getting hold of whatever dirty secrets Umbrella are keeping down there and exposing them.” “come on, (name). don't look at me like that. it's just money, alright? and they have plenty of it.” “it was just a way of getting out of this . . . small town, dead-end life.” “you were just gonna leave us?” “we have to find (name 1) and (name 2) and tell them (name 3) is dead.” “come on, these are your friends!” “they bought you off, didn't they? they paid you to keep quiet about all the shit they were doing in here.” “now they've left you to rot in the gutter like the rest of us.” “don't be so damn naïve.” “you got some weird friends.” “(name 1) betrayed us, (name 2). s/he was gonna leave us here to die.” “we have to follow him/her, 'cause i think it's our only way out of here.” “this is my life's work. i'm not giving it to anybody.” “i'm not really offering you a choice here, pal.” “you didn't have to make it like this.” “what the hell is wrong with you?” “this is so fucked.” “jesus, (name), you and that fucking gun.” “i wouldn't have pulled the trigger, kid.” “did you really believe you could be part of my family?” “oh, such a sweet little soldier. such a loyal drone.” “how could you be so dumb when your sister/brother's so smart?” “i almost feel sad having to kill you. almost.” “i should have taken you and your sister/brother down to the lab. you would have made excellent specimens.” [ to an attacker ] “get. the fuck. away. from my brother/sister.” “this is really nice, but i think i broke some ribs.” “we got to get the fuck out of here, Umbrella is gonna level this place.” “trust me, i'm as surprised as you are, buddy.” “i should've listened to you a long time ago.” “i may have scratched the paint on your bike.” [ to a monster ] “hey! you ugly fuck!” “a rocket launcher? Found it in first class.” “i don't understand, i thought i was dead.” “what happened to my eyes? i can't see.” “it's a side effect, one of the things we had to do to bring you back. there will be others.”

#ask meme #resident evil rp meme #indie rp #inbox meme #rp meme #rp ask #rp ask meme #askbox meme #askbox starters #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #rp sentence starters #inbox memes #indie starters #rp inbox meme

[dib-thing-wannabe]

A memory in their sleep 2/2

Harold fell asleep eventually aswell, and just like George, he had a replay of a memory instead of a dream. This memory is different that Georges though, by a long shot.

"Hold on, sidekicks! If you really need to tell me something that is important, I best be on the ground!"

*Giggling* "Okay!"

"Down we go!"

Captain Underpants flys down to the ground, landing safely with the boys in his arms.

"There we are!" Captain sets them down on the ground and crouches to their level. "So! What do my trusty sidekicks need to tell me? Is there danger afoot?"

"No, no, there's no danger!"

"There's just.. something you need to know! About yourself!"

"Oh, really? Well, I know plenty of things about myself, so I don't think you need to tell me, but go right ahead!"

"... Well.. um-"

"You know how Mr Krupp is your "disguise"?"

"Why, yes! I do!"

"Well..."

"He's not."

"Hm?"

"Mr Krupp isn't your disguise!"

"Oh.. well, then what is he?"

"A guy you share a body with!"

Captain began to belly laugh as Harold said it. "What??"

"Yeah!"

"You see, you weren't always around here. At least not like... this. You were just a comic book character."

"Oh, is that true? Well, if that's true, than how come you see me in the living flesh?" Captain spoke in his usual heroic voice as he posed.

"Well, Mr Krupp.. he's.. not nice. At all."

"Yeah, and he tried to put us into separate classes, which was the last thing we wanted to happen. So, I..."

"George used a hypno-ring on him, which then once given the command, made you!"

"... Ooooh! But, if we share the same body, then how.."

"Everytime someone snaps their fingers around Mr Krupp, the hypnosis takes effect and you appear! Everytime you touch water, Mr Krupp comes back into play!"

"Ah, I see! Well, since we now have that covered, why don't we walk and talk? Tell me more about the person whom I share a body with!"

"Ooooh, okay, okay!"

"Yeah, sure.."

They walked around for awhile, telling Captain all about Mr Krupp, from his personality to all the things he had done. At least from all that they know of. As time went on, Captain became more and more... quiet. Less like how he normally is. Infact, George and Harold had never seen anything like this from him before. They keep on asking:

"Captain, what's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

And he only replied with:

"Oh, my dear sidekicks, I'm absolutely fine!"

So, after awhile, they just left him alone on it, changing the subject. It's now around an hour after after this happened and they are now at Mr Krupps house, and George decided to try and make food for everyone.

Hmm... George is going to be done soon, but I can't seem to find Captain! He wouldn't want to miss out on food!

Harold went around the house looking for him, and nothing. Before he went to George and ask him if he had seen Captain, he decided to go to the front door and see if he was outside. He opened the door, and was met with quiet sniffling.

"C... Captain?"

"Ah! H-Harold!" He tries to wipe away tears as he turns to Harold. "What do you need, champ?"

"A-are you okay??? What happened, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing, Champ. I'm fine, really!" He gives Harold a small smile, though it's obvious that it's not genuine.

"You- you were crying."

"... okay, I was. But trust me, it's nothing that you should be worried about."

Harold sits next to him on the steps before speaking. "But I am. I am worried, and I won't go away until you tell me what's wrong."

Captain looked down at him before sighing. "Champ.. I was just... thinking."

"About what?"

"About... alot. That Mr Krupp guy.. he wasn't kind, you told me this. Yet... I never heard about anything that made you say that until earlier. And... he was cruel. Especially to you and George. Yet you two are not only my sidekicks, you also are the most kind kids I have ever met."

Harold nods his head softly, waiting for Captain to continue.

"And.. technically, I could have stopped it. I could have prevented it, yet I didn't know.. a-and.. I also realized that.. all possible friends, family, everything and everyone I knew before I met you boys.. it was never real. It was all just- made up, just like I was! Yet.. I'm the only one who's alive..."

Harold leans against Captain as a form of reassurance, not knowing what to say or do.

*sigh* "Yeah, that's about it at the moment.."

"Well, hey, if you need anyone to talk to, just get me and George! Your sidekicks will be happy to help!"

*Chuckling* "Yeah, you kids were always by my side from the very start-"

Suddenly, Captain stopped talking as his head yet from hanging low to now looking straight forward as he realized something.

"Captain?"

"You... you kids.. y-you're kids..."

"Yeah? And?"

"Y-you were always there, even when there was danger. Even when there was a chance you could get hurt, o-or worse!"

Captain eyes began to swell with tears as he talked more and more.

"I-I put you in even more danger by having you help me with fighting, yet you two are o-only kids. You don't even h-have any powers! But I still put you in danger!!"

"Woah, woah, Captain, it's okay!"

"It is not okay! I put you in danger more time than I can count, yet you haven't even truly lived yet! And I was too stupid to realize it sooner!"

Captain now have tears streaming down his face as he gets more angry at himself.

"A-and now I have to also go to you two so that I can be able to deal with my emotions, yet y-you guys wouldn't even know what to do about it! I- I don't want you to deal with the stresses of someone else who's much older than you when you two couldn't possibly know how to help me!"

Harold, getting more worried by the second, hops up onto his feet and hugged Captain tightly.

"Captain, it's okay. We are okay.. we aren't blaming you for this happening, never had, never will..."

Captain, though shocked, hugged Harold back, gently and still trying to hold back tears. He wasn't hugging Harold for his own comfort, he was hugging him to reassure him. To let him know that Captain was going to be okay.

After a few minutes, they break away from the hug and Harold stepped back.

"I-I will go grab George, just so you know that I'm not wrongly speaking for the both of us-"

"Don't."

"W-what?"

"Don't grab him. It's bad enough that you ended up seeing me like this."

"B-but Captain, he can also help you feel better!"

"... But he will feel worse, and for longer."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Champ, I can safely say that it's pretty obvious to both of us that he feels guilty about the hypnosis. And by the looks of it, he has been feeling this way for awhile. Most of the things that are bothering me? They all lead down to the hypnosis, and he's a smart kid. He will realize it quickly. He'll end up feeling worse and worse about it. This also doesn't seem to be the only thing that's bothering him at this point in time either. I don't want to make him feel worse when he's already in a bad mindset. Promise me that whatever you do about this, don't tell George until he gets better, alright?"

Harold stood silent for a moment, knowing that Captain wasn't wrong with anything that he said. George feels extremely guilty about it, to the point where he tried to find all the broken pieces of the ring and 'fix his mistake'.

"... okay, I promise I won't tell him until he's feeling better!"

"Good, good." Captain pats Harold's head before they both heard something.

"Guys, I made food! Where are you?" George is screaming across the house looking for captain and Harold.

"Coming!" Captain wipes away any remaining tears on his face. "C'mon Champ, let's get some grub."

____________

Harold wakes up to the faint sounds of talking.

*Giggling* "Yeah, I can't wait to see you at school either, Hunny."

*groans*"... George, are you fucking flirting with your boyfriend again..?"

"Oh, Harold! Good morning! Sorry, didn't mean to wake you!"

#captain underpants #chemical overdose! captain underpants au #co! captain underpants au #george beard #co! george #harold hutchins #co! harold #CO! Captain Underpants

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(unofficial submission for sirius and harry saturday. this was in my drafts, wrote it a few weeks ago, not my fav but idk, maybe someone else will enjoy it-- re: career counseling.)

When Sirius brought it up fifth year, he received nothing but a massive eye roll. Thunder in the clouds, rumbling of the Earth status eye roll, followed by a scowl and a grumble of something unkind under his breath.

Sirius had intended it to be question, and not the beginning of an argument, but as it turns out--as he had been learning for the past two years since Harry had come to live with him--teenagers were excellent at turning questions into World Wars.

Hows your room look? was a personal attack.

Did you have a nice day? was invasive.

Given any thought to career counseling? was the end of the fucking world, land-mines erupting in the kitchen, as Harry dropped a plate into the sink, ceramic clattering angrily.

"Didn't catch that, love," Sirius offered, putting a hand on Remus's arm when his husband made to open his mouth to tell Harry to watch his attitude.

"I said, mind your own business," Harry repeated without an ounce of shame or reluctance, staring deliberately at the two of them.

"Unfortunately, you are the only business I have to mind. Top priority," Sirius responded easily, and Harrys frown deepened, clearly annoyed as he hung around the perimeter of the kitchen, debating whether he should leave mid-conversation, or go sit back down and risk a shouting match. If anything, Sirius could be proud for that. Something about teaching a kid to pick the battle correctly.

"It's not like it matters," Harry said, "I'm the Chosen One or whatever, it doesn't matter what I do because I just have to do that and then...I dunno. It doesn't matter. Does it?"

Sirius made it a point not to lie to his godson, even if it was for his benefit, with the amount of adults these days seeming content to talk around Harry. Even if it meant Molly Weasley was permanently cross with him or Albus Dumbledore sighed every time Sirius and him had a conversation. Which was often. The sighing and the conversing and Sirius standing in Dumbledores office trying to control his own temper.

Sirius cleared his throat, "We're figuring this out, Harry."

"Yeah well...maybe send me post when you do or whatever and then I'll think about a career. Assuming I'm not dead, you know."

Next to him, Remus deflated like a balloon, as Harry walked out of the kitchen, his husband's head coming to rest on the table in utter desperation.

"Guess...well...just table this conversation..." Sirius said slowly, as he thought about Harry's words. Sirius remembered taking his exams and feeling the pressure from his parents to do well. His self-esteem and self-worth tied up in the last remaining way his parents might be proud of him. It was overwhelming and hard enough, and Harry was dealing with pressure from the entire Wizarding World.

Harry was smart. Harry had a natural talent. But Sirius had also seen Harry's marks--the lack of careful studying over the years catching up slowly, despite Sirius's efforts to get him to focus. It was hard to focus when a Dark Wizard was around every corner threatening your life, invading your mind, toying with your future. "...Can you re-take OWLs?"

Remus snorted, "Send me post when you decide to broach that topic with him. I'll plan a long vacation and be a continent over."

"Sure thing."

--

Dust had settled. All was well. NEWT year was approaching, and after a summer of much needed rest and restoration, and the heartiest meals Sirius could manage, Harry was finally in a place where Sirius felt comfortable sending him back to school.

Scar hurting? No.

Sleeping alright? Yes with happy dreams now too, Harry relaying to Sirius one morning that he dreamt about owning a puppy.

Whispers? Only Remus's when he fell asleep on the couch.

So, is now a good time to bring up career counseling?

Harry's face immediately darkened, despite the golden sunlight he was basking in, the two of them in the backyard of Number 12. He had warned Remus of the conversation, as requested, Remus opting to stay indoors and on stand-by with a very firm, The discussion was a courtesy not a choice, you will study this year, so help me Harry James Potter.

"Well, you just ruined a perfectly good day..." Harry muttered, immediately sitting up to start picking at the grass.

"Can I salvage it with a promise of dessert later?"

"You always have dessert."

"Mm...mid...night flying?"

"Really? Like midnight proper?" Harry asked, meeting Sirius's gaze with piqued interest. Harry might have been of age, but Sirius had been quite firm about a bedtime over the summer (and Harry hardly protested about it, almost-excitedly using his curfew and bedtime as a reason to leave gatherings early with his friends, and retreat home to a place that was quiet and stable and didn't give two cares if he was the chosen one). Harry only cared on good flying days.

"Is today a good day for it?"

"Maybe."

"Then maybe, midnight proper."

Harry huffed, "Fine."

"Then?"

"No. I haven't. Was I supposed to think about career counseling before or during figuring out Voldemorts soul was in my body?"

"After, really," Sirius said carefully, "I know this may be a bit...rich coming from me, but you cannot just rely on your Name for the rest of your life, Harry. And besides that, I don't think relying on that is going to make you happy."

"Someone suggested I become an Auror..."

"Of course they did..." muttered Sirius, "What do you think?"

"I told you I don't know. I haven't thought about it, and now you're making me," he said bitterly, sticking his index finger into a damp patch of grass and flicking up dirt. Sirius inhaled deeply, sitting up himself and resisting the urge to pull Harry's hands out of the ground and scrub his hands clean. Sirius also resisted the urge to point out all the things that he had made Harry do over the past few years that were for his benefit.

I told you so was not the theme for this conversation.

"I'm not asking you to know Harry. I'm asking you to have an opinion, and I know you have that."

"My opinion is that I want to just have one normal school year with my friends...can't I figure the rest out later or something?"

"So you'll just do well in all your NEWT subjects then? You won't focus on any particular class, and just...Exceed Expectations in all of them?"

"I dunno."

"Babe...I think it might be time to start thinking about school a bit more. About...what you like, what you want for yourself....what's going to make you happy."

"I like being here. That makes me happy."

"That won't change."

Harry's eyebrows knitted together, "What did you want? When you were in seventh year?"

"I wanted to stay at home and watch your parents kids all day and live off my inheritance," Sirius teased with a light smile, "Half-true. The other half....didn't really know and felt a bit lost. With my parents it was always so simple in a way because I knew I would just go into managing the family accounts and going into politics like my father...but your grandmother asked me what I just asked you and....I didn't have an answer either."

"Then why are you asking me?"

"Because it made me think, and...I never ended up doing anything with it, but I realized I liked Arithmancy quite a bit. Considered going into Healing...but never did. Got to watch you instead."

"You're happy?"

"Without a doubt," Sirius told him, catching green eyes in his own, "So...I ask you again, what do you like?"

"Quidditch."

"Hm."

"Snogging...." Harry said jokingly, and finally pulled his fingers out of the dirt again, Sirius wincing as he wiped the residue on the thigh of his jeans, "I...I do actually like Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think it's interesting. I dunno anything else besides that."

"Then...we start there. Baby steps."

#sirius and harry saturday #nonsense dribble #NO CONCLUSION NO NOTHING #gourmet garbage

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No Longer Alone Together: Part 7

Part 7 | Masterlist

December 20th: Atlas Day

She has a really bad nightmare that night. She wakes up in a pool of sweat, crying so hard it startles Spencer awake too. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. I’m right here…” 

She turns into him and cries harder, searching for his warmth to feel real again. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? What happened?” 

“I— I,” she stutters while trying to catch her breath. “I died again…” 

It always felt so real. 

She woke up with the kids, she kissed them before they took the bus to school and then she went to work. Completely normal. But she wasn’t at her normal work. She was at a dig site, she was in a tunnel trying to get to something big for the museum when it all went south.

The walls started closing in. The way the dirt smelled like pure earth as it filled her lungs and swallowed her whole. She was fighting for air, scratching at the surface, so close to saving herself, scared she’d never see her babies again, it was the last thought she had before it went dark. 

It was dark for so long… too long for a dream. 

Once she was awake all she could do was throw herself into Spencer's arms to ensure that she was still real. His chest is warm, his hands are sturdy, and his breathing is loud. He’s real. It’s real. It’s okay. 

“You’re not dead, you’re very much alive, my love,” he assures her, rubbing her back and her arms, creating friction against her skin so she’d start believing him. “You’re here, I’m here. It’s okay.” 

“Yeah,” she lets out a shaky breath, settling ever so slowly. Her body was still on high alert. “I died like my mom…” 

“The brain is so fucking mean,” he can’t believe it. “I’m so sorry, love.” 

“It’s cause it’s his birthday,” she puts two and two together. “She died when I was 8… now he’s 8.” 

“You’re not going to die,” he isn’t assuring her, he’s telling her. “It’s not happening this year, or ever, actually. I’m not letting it.” 

“Okay,” she manages to laugh at how serious he is. “If you say so I guess it has to be true.” 

“I make the rules,” he teases, resting his cheek against the top of her head. 

She lets out another deep breath, actually settling this time. She wraps her arms around him and holds him a bit tighter. “I’m sorry I woke you up.” 

“Don’t be, it’s more than okay,” he would stay up all night for her if he had to. She knew that because he has stayed up with her many nights before. “I love you.” 

“I love you, more,” Spencer whispers back. “But you can win today…” 

“I love you, most, how about that?” She quotes tangled, knowing almost all the words to that film thanks to the kids. 

Spencer turns to look at the clock on his night table, it’s only 5:30am, the kids don’t have to get up for another 2 hours, and he doubts that she’s going back to sleep. “Do you want to go downstairs and set up all his presents early and have breakfast, just me and you?” 

She nods, “please?” 

“Come on,” he gets her out of bed, they get dressed and tiptoe past the kids rooms on their way downstairs. 

It’s nothing gourmet or exciting, he simply puts a few waffles in the toaster and sets out some syrup, but it’s nice to get to eat together, just the two of them, in their own home. Having kids meant they were never alone together anymore, they always had someone watching over them or nearby… she doesn’t miss it, she just wishes they had more time together before they did the whole family thing. She wishes she knew Spencer her whole life. No matter how much time she got with him, it would never feel like enough. 

After they eat, they get Atlas’s birthday presents out from the hiding spot in the back of Spencer's office. The kids didn’t know it was there, only they did… it was originally a place for Y/N and the kids to hide in the case of an intruder while Spencer was at work, but now it’s basically Santa’s workshop— they have wrapping paper organized on the wall, tape dispensers on the desk beside the art supplies they use to write letters back to the kids from Santa. T shelves are filled with baskets that had each kid's name on them, and each basket was filled with little gifts collected over the year for their stockings and good behaviour rewards. Everything has a place, it’s the coolest room in their house… but right now it looks like a Christmas glitter bomb went off as they prep for the big day.

Atlas had asked Santa for something neither one of them expected him to this year, it’s the biggest gift in the room and they’ve been worried about how the heck they were going to wrap it up for him… now they can actually just set it up in the kitchen and he can use it right away while the sky is still dark enough outside. 

He’s suddenly done a 180 in his interest on earth's rocks and started paying a lot of attention to the moon instead. It started in the summer when they went star gazing and got more intense right after she taught him about how the earth moves around the sun. Now he wants to know everything about their solar system. With Spencer being gone and her field of knowledge being paleontology, she had to find help to answer all his questions. She asked her colleague at the air and space museum for book recommendations and the next day he was in her office with a box of his old books for Atlas. 

He’s been obsessed ever since. 

At the start of the month, he saw that national geographic sold telescopes for kids, when he was looking at all the little science kits they offered… it’s almost $400 for a kids toy, it’s expensive and he’ll probably outgrow it, but he wants it. And sure, he asked Santa for it because Santa can make anything and money isn’t a problem for him… but they wanted to get it for him if it’s this big of a deal to him. 

They want to reward his interests, they don’t want him to have to wait for Santa to get into things he likes. 

For the first time in his life, he’s found an interest that is purely his own. At first he liked rocks cause his big cousin Henry had so many, then he liked dinosaurs because that’s where mommy worked. And there was a little period in time when he wanted to be an FBI agent, and then a writer, but mostly, his copycat tendencies were directed toward his mother. He loved fossils and rocks and crystals, he knew everything about every exhibit and could probably lead her tours for her, he could probably even teach a class on carbon dating bones… he was a little genius. 

And now that he likes space, they can throw in another extra present for him to go along with what they’re planning for the girls. 

In the spring they’re taking a trip to Florida, Luna wants to meet some princesses at Disney World and ever since Noelle heard that you can actually watch the sun go down and the lights go on in Radiator Springs, she’s been dying to go as well. The Kennedy Space centre isn’t too far away from Disney World, it wasn’t hard to add another day into their plans, and this way a real astronaut would be able to answer every question Atlas had. 

On Christmas morning the kids would know all about the trip, till then, their tickets and boarding passes are waiting in their stocking baskets along with Mickey Mouse ears and some NASA pins. 

Luna cries that morning when she doesn’t find her parents in their bed, she’s sniffling with her teddy and blanket when she comes down the stairs to look for them. “Where are you, mommy? Daddy?” 

“Oh honey,” Spencer picks her right up and wipes her cheeks, replacing her tears with soft kisses. “We came down to make your brother's birthday present.” 

“Oh yeah,” she brightens up. “It’s Atlas day!” 

“It is,” Y/N joins them, kissing Luna on the head to make sure her crying randomly wasn’t a sign she was getting sick. She wasn’t normally one to cry unless very overwhelmed, overtired or getting sick. 

She doesn’t feel warm, but they’d keep an eye on her just in case. It would suck if she’s sick on Christmas. 

“Do you want to go upstairs and wake him up with me?” Spencer suggests, “we’ll go get Noa first and then we can all give him a big hug in his bed, okay?” 

“Okay,” she nods along, sleep-filled eyes and her face all puffy from just waking up, she’s the cutest thing in the world. 

Spencer sets her down on the ground and she takes off up the stairs with her parents following swiftly behind her. She twists the door knob to Noelle’s room carefully but swings the door open a bit too hard, startling her sister. “What the heck?” The 6-year-old complains as she rubs her eyes, “Luna?” 

“Wake up, it’s Atlas day!” She whisper shouts.

“Do you want to help us wake up your brother?” Spencer explains why they’re all in her room a bit better than the 4-year-old could. 

“Yeah,” she stretches real hard, arms extended over her head and back arching till it cracks a few times. She rubs her now-healed arm, forgetting that she doesn’t have the cast anymore and she can extend it a lot more than before. She tosses her sheets back and hops down to the floor, pulling her sister into a quick hug to say good morning, and then her parents. 

Spencer kisses the top of her head, “sleep good?” 

She nods, “I had a dream I was making cakes with Selena Gomez…” she recalls, clearly watching way too much Selena+ chef on her iPad again. It was one of her favourite shows during the pandemic, she watched it almost as much as she watched Cars 3. What a weird combination, but so totally Noelle. 

She hugs her mom too, giving her a quick kiss before she heads to her brother's door and waits for the okay to open it. Y/N takes the door handle in her hands instead, twisting it slowly and opening it carefully… but all that care is useless when the girls run in shouting happy birthday. He sits up, startled as can be and then he smiles. His sisters jump into his bed and smother him in hugs, all giggling together within seconds. Spencer wraps an arm around Y/N watching from the doorway with matching smiles. 

They had the perfect family. 

The girls run down the stairs first, leaving Atlas to walk down holding Y/N’s hand with Spencer behind, holding up his phone camera so he can capture the shock and awe on his face when he sees his gift. 

He lights right up, gasping as he lets go of his mother's hand to cover his mouth, “no way…” he stops walking at the entrance of the living room, stuck in shock as he stares at his telescope with a big red bow placed on top of it. 

“It’s not the one you wanted, it’s better,” Spencer explains. “The National Geographic one wasn’t that good once we looked into it.” 

“But what if Santa brings that one?” Atlas worries.

“Oh,” Y/N turns to Spencer and improvises. “Um, Santa reached out to us through one of the elves and said he didn’t have any telescope glass left and it was hard to make more so we said we’d get you one for your birthday if he got everything else on your lists.” 

“Even Noa and Lulus?” He lights up for his sisters. “Thats so nice of Santa?” 

“Isn’t he just the best?” Y/N says with a smile, unable to keep a straight face. Lying to the kids about a magical man who brings them presents is so weird, but so fun. 

Atlas pulls her in for a hug, “thank you so much!” 

“You’re welcome, Bug,” she kisses the top of his head a few times. “It’s not the only gift we got you… go look.” 

On the table beside his telescope are 2 wrapped presents and a spaceship bag stuffed with bright green tissue paper. He opens the bag first, quickly pulling the paper out and dropping it to the floor. He pulls out a big puffy bomber jacket in his size. It’s dark blue with patches all over it. A huge NASA patch on the back, the Artemis 1 logo on the sleeve and an orange tag on the zipper the same way the astronauts have on their suits. He puts it on right away, loving it so much. 

“And look in the pocket,” Spencer instructs. “We did something really cool for you earlier this year…” 

“What?” He pulls a piece of paper out of the jacket pocket, unfolding it to see a boarding pass. 

“The Artemis 1 flew around the moon this month, remember we watched it take off?” Y/N explains. “We signed your name up so it’s on a flash drive that’s flying around the moon forever now… your name is in space.” 

“Wow,” he’s amazed, holding the paper with big glossy eyes. “Maybe I’ll go to the moon one day too?” 

“Maybe,” Spencer agrees. “Till then, your name has travelled 1.3 million miles and NASA is going to send me an email every time you can send your name up for something else too and you can save all the miles and see how far in space your name can go.” 

“Wow,” he says again, overwhelmed and starting to cry. “This is so cool, dad?” 

“It was your mom's idea,” he passes on all the credit. “She heard about it at work.” 

“My friend Scott, who gave you all those books, actually, he told me all about it and I knew I had to sign you up,” she explains. “I’m so glad you like it.” 

“I LOVE it!” He assures her with a huge smile. 

He opens his two other gifts, one is a real big book about Space accompanied by an audiobook from Neil deGrasse Tyson that he can listen to in his room while reading along.  His other gift was a couple nice T-shirts that he could pick from to wear to school today. He loves them all, he wants to get dressed in his gifts but they convince him to eat breakfast first before getting ready so he doesn’t ruin anything. 

They have pancakes with sprinkles and whip cream, it’s a feast for a king. He’s so excited about everything that he almost forgets that there is a present he wants to give to his sisters. All 3 of them, technically. He passes the Christmas tree on his way upstairs and sees the little gift he wrapped with his mom on the first night his bedtime got pushed back, it’s no perfect, but it’s definitely wrapped by him. He picks it up and comes barreling back into the kitchen with it. “Noa, Luna, this is for you!” 

“You can’t touch the Christmas tree presents!” Noelle almost loses her mind, “the elves are going to find out! Go put it back!” 

“No, no it’s from me,” he puts it on the table, “right mom?” 

“Oh, oh yeah,” she was doing the dishes, she has to wipe her wet hands off on her pyjama shirt and rush over to the table before a freakout happens. “Atlas wanted to give you guys something today too, isn’t that nice of him?”

“Oh,” Noelle settles down, ever the rule follower if it meant getting her brother in trouble. “We can open it early?” 

“Yeah, here,” Atlas slides it over to her, “come help, Lulu.” 

She sits beside her sister and the two of them peel off the wrapping paper together to see a small cardigan. “This won’t fit me?” Luna knows, “thank you?” 

“Are we supposed to give this to Mabel?” Noa rationalizes, holding it up to her chest to see how tiny it is. 

“Actually,” Atlas beams with excitement, “it’s for our new little sister…” 

“What sister?” Luna asks while Noelle's eyes light up and turn to her mom. 

“You’re having another baby?!” She all but screams as she realizes what they mean. 

She nods with a sweet smile, “I am…” 

“AH!!!” She screams at the top of her lungs with excitement, causing Luna to do the same, and all the screaming makes Spencer come running from upstairs. 

He’s half-dressed, getting ready to shovel a bit of the driveway before taking the kids up to the bus stop, “what’s going on? Are you alright?” 

Y/N’s laughing with them, watching them jump on their chairs and cheer, “mommy is having another baby!!” Luna cheers. 

“It’s a girl!” Noelle screams back, “we have another sister!” 

Spencer holds his hand over his heart and sighs, “you cant scream like that, I thought someone was breaking in?” 

“We’re okay,” Y/N explains walking over to him and wrapping her arms around him. She gives him a big kiss on the lips, whispering, “we’re really, really okay,” against them. 

—

They spend most of the morning wrapping all the presents they have for the kids, taking the chance to do it while no one is around to accidentally see them. They get everything wrapped by the time Luna’s bus is stopping at the top of the driveway, dropping her off from her half day, only someone else is in the driveway waiting for her, not her dad. 

Her mom and dad are busy “baking cookies” like they do every year…

“Looney Tunes!” Diana calls out to her with open arms, Liam right behind her with a big smile. 

“Gramma!” She cheers, rushing to them as quickly as possible in her winter boots, big heavy coat and book bag dragging her down. She hasn’t seen them in about a month, they left just a couple of days before Spencer got home, it was like a trade-off of missing someone for Luna. 

They smother her in hugs and kisses and then Spencer is rushing to the end of the driveway, “mom? What are you doing home?” 

“We got our days mixed up,” Liam explains, placing a hand on Spencer's shoulder and pulling him in for a hug. “But now we’re home for the big guy's birthday.” 

“This is perfect” Spencer holds his father-in-law for a few moments, pulling back just as his mom puts his daughter back down on the snowy driveway. “Mom…” 

“My boy,” she opens her arms for him to fall into, holding her close and absorbing all the love she’s been dying to give him since he left on his big press tour. 

“When did you get here?” He wonders, they never knocked on the door… or if they did, Spencer was too busy to hear it. 

“A few minutes ago but we know the bus schedule,” Liam explains, taking Luna's backpack for her. “Figured you’d want as much time alone as possible…” 

Spencer looks at him with wide eyes, “we were just making Christmas cookies…” 

“Uh huh, sounded like it,” Diana can’t help but laugh. “You’re all flushed, sweetie…” 

He sighs, embarrassed, “well, come on in then…” 

Inside, Liam and Y/N hug and reconnect, they all have a cookie while Spencer puts the kettle on and warms up some lunch for Luna. They share a bunch of photos from their trip and ask all about the kids December traditions. Grandma and grandpa get a copy of the kids Santa photos and some other cute things they’ve done over the month. 

“Any other big things?” Diana asks, wanting to hear all about the new Prentiss baby that was just born. 

“Mommy, do you have a photo of our baby yet?” Luna asks, not thinking anything of it. 

“Your baby?” Liam repeats, “are you pregnant again?” 

Diana lights right up as well, the two of them exploding with excitement as Y/N nods, “yeah, I’m super pregnant…” 

She’s wrapped up in a million hugs it seems, she can't get any words in without Liam or Diana wanting one. They lay their hands over her growing belly, she hasn’t really noticed it all that much but she’s approaching 3 months, and she’s definitely growing. 

She wants to tell them more, but she has to go out and get the cake for their little party tonight, it’s supposed to be just them and the cousins, they’re all coming right over after school for pizza and a movie on the projector in the playroom. This year Atlas has requested an ice cream cake even though his birthday is in the middle of the winter and the snow hasn’t stopped falling since Sunday morning. Who were they to say no to him, though? It was his special day so he got whatever he wanted. 

Grandma offers to stay with the kids, but Spencer wants to stay home too, so Y/N gets a rare day trip out to the shops with her own dad. He drives, knowing how much she hates to drive while pregnant. She really only does it for work, and even then, Spencer sometimes drives her in while the kids are at school so she doesn’t have to. It was going to be interesting heading back to work in a few days and driving on her own, but she’d deal with that then. Right now, she’s having a great time. 

“We got the kids all matching shirts from Alaska, you should’ve told us there was a new baby, now she doesn’t have a shirt,” Liam complains, playfully of course, he didn’t mind. He loved his grand-babies so much it made her heart swell. 

“We found out the other day that she has down syndrome and we have a few more tests to do in the new year, too,” it just falls out of her. She needs her dad to know, “didn’t mom's aunt have it?” 

Liam nods, “yeah, your great aunt Doreen, she passed away when you were about Luna's age from a heart condition… science has changed so much since then though, sweetheart.” 

“I know, Spencer was telling me that the life expectancy now is 60, I’m really hopeful,” she admits with a shaky breath, nervous as ever. “I’m so worried for her already… with the others I was hopeful but from the second I went into the doctors they were reminding me I’m old and making me feel like she’s going to resent me for having her so late in life.” 

“I’m sure she won’t,” Liam reaches out for her hand to hold it. “you’re such a good mom to those kids you’ve got now and you’re a wonderful aunt to all the other little ones always wondering around your house… she’s going to fit right in and she has 14 built-in friends in those cousins and siblings. She’s going to be well protected in life, well-loved too.” 

“I know,” she tries to remind herself of that a lot ever since Spencer said it first. “I was bullied for the dumbest things as a kid, I guess I just worry kids haven’t gotten any better over the years… and then you know what Altas said when we told him? He just said he loved her already… how the heck did I get such sweet kids? Like what did I do to deserve him?” 

“Your mom used to ask me that all the time,” he reminisces. “She would’ve loved them…” Lucky for them they’re pulling up into the Dairy Queen parking lot when his eyes start to water.

“I’m also scared that I’m going to die this time,” she whispers. “I keep having dreams where I die and it’s always like what happened to mom… I suffocate in some dig site and I never see my kids again and it feels like a premonition.” 

“It’s not,” he reaches over for her hand to hold it. “You’re just pregnant, you’ve always had irrational pregnancy dreams… you remember when you were pregnant with Noelle, I was staying in your guest room while Spencer was on a case and you woke up screaming 'cause a bird stole Atlas from his crib in your dream?” 

“yeah…” it was kinda funny looking back on it. 

“A bird never stole him or the girls. This dream isn’t going to come true either,” he assures her. “I really had no idea I’d still be consoling you about bad dreams in my 70s, but here I am.” 

She laughs, wiping away the tear that falls down her cheek, “that bodes well for me, I’m going to get to baby them until they’re all 40, too, aren’t I?” 

“Yes, yes you will,” he pulls her in and kisses the top of her head, just like she did to all her babies now.

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