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YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: @avis-writeshq says -

HELLO HELLO jumping on your 2k celebration reqs because 2K OMG SO DESERVED ‼️🫶

may i perhaps request a spencer reid x fem!reader fic please 🥹 maybe him post prison w new reader and she follows him around everywhere because she’s just instantly enamoured to him 🤭

thank you so so much lovely and congrats again !!!

Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.

word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)

warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?

authors note: hozier’s new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.

He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full.

“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?”

She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.

“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.

“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”

He had never heard of it.

He had never even seen this brand, but he wanted to quell her nerves even in the slightest. The BAU didn’t have the funds for a new keyboard, let alone time to send her to the ER if she ended up spilling her coffee over her hand.

She seemed convinced, and he offered her a small smile, not exactly his most enthusiastic, but then again he hadn’t been much of a morning person since he’d come out of prison. He liked quiet, he liked a moment to himself before Penelope called them into the round table for briefing. But she was sweet, too sweet perhaps for the dark nature of their job.

He could already see it chewing up her perky disposition and spitting her right back out within a year. It happened to the best of them.

But she smiled back at him, a million watt grin that made him think maybe he was being a little cruel. She was still brand new, still trying to make friends and he remembered how hard he tried when it had been his first few weeks on the team. He turned his gaze away from her in shame, reading the way she’d written his name on the cup in a pink sharpie, framing it with two doodle hearts.

She all but skipped away, sensing he didn’t feel like talking much anymore, and he heard Emily exclaiming she was ‘A caffeine angel sent from the heavens,’ as she handed her the drink. He watched her braided hair disappear down the hall as she bounced over to Penelope’s lair.

He picked at the cocoa caramel delight with a kind of self loathing he was familiar with, the french vanilla still a saccharine sugar in his nose.

She caught him again; though this time he felt her bristle past his arm, watching the bullets pierce the target paper with an accuracy that only came from fourteen years of practice.

“Do you reckon you could teach me how to do that?” Her cadence was light and airy, and he had to stop himself from jumping, from slamming the butt of the gun into her nose on reaction, because he knew she meant well, even though she had no idea how damaged he was.

He was still out of sorts from having to look over his shoulder at every second of the day, and he was surprised he was holding it together so far. He supposed shooting the shit out of a target helped.

Because it was just her, looking at him with soft eyes and a smile that could start wars, and he knew she had no idea the effect she had on the walls he’d tried so hard to build in prison.

She must have mistook his look for annoyance, because she was quick to fumble with her own loaded gun, taking a step back in retreat, worried that she crossed some line she didn’t know he’d drawn.

“Or I could get Luke to show me, I didn’t mean to bother you, I just am really a shit shot and I know that’s pretty useless in the field-” It wasn’t until he flicked the safety on and took a step to follow her did she look at him again hopefully.

“No, I’d be more than happy to show you,” He cleared his throat, setting his pistol in its holster and stepping behind her as she lined herself up for the fake body meant to resemble an unsub, “We all have to start somewhere. Show me your form,”

She raised her arms up in front of her, aiming for a few seconds for the spot in the centre of the chest cavity, her finger reaching up for the trigger.

She shot once, her face hardened for the first time he’d ever seen, and they both watched the paper rip about half a foot down the unsub’s leg.

“See, in my head it’s hitting dead centre and then by the time I shoot it’s wiggling all over the place,” She explained, scratching her neck and frowning at the paper body, “I don’t suppose unsubs are willing to stand still and wait while the rookie figures out her shot,”

“Your hips are perfect, wide stance means you get more stability against the ricochet,” She tried not to simper at his words, or the way he sidled up behind her, his hands coming up to her shoulders as if he’d known her for years, as if JJ hadn’t told her how much he hated other people’s germs, “It’s in your shoulders you’re losing balance, try relaxing a little,”

But she couldn’t not when he was breathing down her neck, rubbing those long fingers over her shoulder blades trying to get her to straighten out her posture, hoping he couldn’t feel the way her chest rattled with nerves.

“Relax,” He reminded, trying not to chuckle when he felt her shake her arms out as a means of hiding the way her skin had warmed under his rough touch, “You know, my unit chief taught me how to shoot. I wasn’t at all good at it when I first started,”

“Oh really?” She asked, her breaths feather light as he reached around her and adjusted her grip on the gun, “H-he must have been a good teacher,”

“He was the best,” Spencer agreed, brushing off the fact she was all but putty beneath his hands, “Three steps for the perfect shot; front sight, trigger press, follow through. Always keep your head forward, always keep your dominant finger ready, and wait until you’ve shot to drop your stance,”

She looked up at him in admiration, and her soft smile was back as his own musk of laundry detergent and chamomile soap encompassed her as his arms did.

He brought one of those big hands to the back of her head, moving her with gentle ease to look back at the target, a slight chuckle in his voice as he spoke: “Focus, what’s step number one?”

“Front sight,” She echoed him, fixing her shoulders with determination as he dropped his hands and stepped away from her. Taking a deep breath, she murmured to herself under her breath the next step as her forefinger rested over the trigger. She pulled it after a moment of courage, and froze in spot as she watched it hit where the stomach would sit.

Not a perfect shot, but certainly a lot better than she had been doing.

Her eyes widened behind the thick protective glasses, and her hands became fists above her head as she squealed in delight.

“Did you see that- did you see!” She yelled over the sound proof ear muffs they both wore, and he was quick to grab the gun out of her swinging arms, clicking the safety on for her before she could end up blowing a hole in the ceiling.

“Very good, give it a few months you’ll be a natural,” He complimented with a smile as she clapped her hands in glee, buzzing on the spot as if she’d chugged five energy drinks or doubled up on her coffee for the day.

He tried ignoring the way his chest warmed seeing her so happy because of him, especially when she looked at him like that.

“You said you needed those files, Dr Reid,” She’d appeared again, like she always did, and he had barely enough time to glance up from the paper he was already inspecting before he was hit by the perfume again, and he looked up to see two bright eyes watching him hopefully. Her arms were piled high with easily a box full of folders he had asked Anderson to find for him, and he saw the way she strained slightly to keep them held tight.

“Jesus! Let me help you,” She prayed he couldn’t feel the way her heart thumping against the manilla folders as he leaned over to take them out of her grasp, the way her eyes fell to his light smattering of facial hair as his lips were little more than a few inches from hers. Even when his hands brushed hers, and he seemed to realise she was staring, watching her scramble to look somewhere else other than his amused eyes, embarrassed he’d caught her, “Thankyou. And just call me Spencer,”

“Thankyou,” She echoed, shaking her head with a girlish smile on her face, her cheeks warm with humiliation, “I mean you’re welcome, any time,”

For the sake of her self preservation he waited until she turned around to smile to himself, pretending he didn’t see the way she muttered under her breath, or that she almost walked straight into the filing cabinet on her hasty exit out of the office.

“Seems like you have a shadow,” Emily’s voice met him as he heard her heeled footsteps approach, and they both watched their newest team mate almost bump right into JJ as she kept her head down, stroking her hair nervously, “She was super excited to meet you when you were away, said she went to one of your guest lectures you did with Hotch a couple years ago,”

His brows shot into his hairline, something warm flourishing in his chest when he saw her peek back to see the two of them watching her, and she immediately darted for her seat for an excuse to turn her back to them.

Spencer smiled again, running a hand through his curled locks as if he was trying to think of something else other than the joy that had over come his features.

She certainly was charming, in an incredibly girlish way, and he wasn’t the only one who thought it. He hadn’t heard Penelope giggling so much since Morgan had left, nor did he miss the way Rossi and Emily watched her darting around in the field, chasing after her as if she needed one of those leashes people had for toddlers.

Or the way Luke had had to talk her out of bringing a stray cat back to the BAU just two days ago because ‘it looked sad and lonely’.

She was only eight years his junior, and yet he felt like the job had made him too hard, too mature, too tough against a softness like hers.

Girls had never really been interested in him, at least not for him as Spencer Reid, not as SSA Dr Reid. He had the occasional fling, even Maeve in the grand scheme of things had been a budding romance at best, and just the thought of Cat Adams viper-like eyes had him shuddering.

He barely wanted anything to do with women at the moment, at least that was what he’d told himself every night he’d been fighting for his damn life in prison.

But it was almost too easy to feel this way about her, like he couldn’t drink in her sweet smell or even sweeter voice fast enough, or bathe in her gaze that melted like rich chocolate when he took a glance her way.

He didn’t bring it up with her until they were the last few people filing out of the office.

“I can drive you,” She chirped, almost dropping the contents of her bag everywhere as she rooted for her car keys, and before he could protest, because it was like all he could see now was how eager to be around him she was and he wasn’t too sure he could keep himself from opening pandora’s box, she jingled her keys, that of course had crochet bluebells hanging from them and all but danced past him into the elevator. “Come on, you can have shotgun,”

“I’ll be the only passenger, doesn’t that mean I automatically have shotgun?” He asked, following behind her as she stood in the elevator with a beaming smile, her finger clicking the ground floor button a bunch of times even though it made no difference how fast the doors closed.

“Well, yeah, but it’s going to be the best shotgun you’ve ever had. I’m talking you can be Miss Daisy and I’ll be your Morgan Freeman,” And as if her spirit was infectious, he shook his head with a hidden chuckle.

There was a minute of silence between the two as she played with a loose thread on her cardigan, and it was then he took the chance to ask her the question that had been burning on his lips all day.

“You didn’t by any chance go to University of Pennsylvania, did you?” Spencer asked, noting the way her eyes fell to the floor and how she licked her lips nervously.

“Yeah,” She replied cautiously, fingers clenched tightly around her keyring, “I know it’s not Caltech, but it was pretty good-”

“Didn't you see my lecture with Hotch?” He asked, and his smile widened tenfold when her hands slapped over her cheeks that burned with horror, moving quickly up to cover her eyes, “Little birdy told me you were quite excited to meet me-”

“Oh, Emily,” She groaned, burying her face in her palms, avoiding his teasing expression like the plague, “I knew, I knew she was going to tell you, I’m surprised she didn’t tell JJ first, unless she did and our whole team know I was some crazy girl who liked the FBI agents so much she switched her major,”

“You switched your major for me?” He asked incredulously and he only laughed harder, one of the first times since he’d come home, when she groaned louder, turning away from him entirely.

“Shut up, I did not swap my major for you,” She bit back, and she finally met his gaze, her expression an embarrassed wince, “I just… liked the material. You were very compelling,”

“Did you have a poster of us?” Spencer wanted to stop teasing, knew he was being a little cruel, but how could he resist when she shrieked in between laughter, shoving his shoulder with mortification.

“No,”

“Did you kiss Hotch’s picture before bed like an obsessive fangirl?”

She gestured to him vulgarly as they left the elevator and headed for the car park, and it made a huge difference to the usual adoration she watched him with, but maybe, he thought, it made him like her even more.

“No more shotgun for you, you’re going in the trunk like an old rug,” She snapped, though he could tell she was still horrified by the way she avoided his delighted hazelnut gaze.

“Like an old rug?” He feigned hurt, but when they sat in her car, she finally looked over at him with something vulnerable and yet affectionate, like he’d seen her for all she was worth. He reached over the console to squeeze her hand gently, not missing the way her palm clammed beneath his and she struggled for words, so he continued for her, “That’s really no way to talk to your idol, you know,”

Spencer swore his chest felt lighter than it had in months watching her laugh like that.

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daisyblog · 1 year

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Unexpected Visitor

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN has an unexpected visitor.

It had been a few months since Harry had began filming for Don't Worry Darling. YN had always been supportive of Harry and any opportunity he was given. She has supported him through his time in One Direction, when he decided to go solo when the band went on a break. Even when they weren't on talking terms for a while, YN still supported him silently behind the scenes, she was his biggest fan.

It was evening time, Harry had been on set all day and decided he needed to go for a run just to get some sunlight. YN was at their house in LA, enjoying the sunshine in the garden with Teddy as they waited for Harry to return. It was a Friday evening, which usually mean't it was pizza and wine night in the Styles/Tomlinson household.

So YN was surprised when she heard the buzzer at the front gate. She wasn't expecting any guests, due to the pandemic and also Harry knew the code to enter. Looking at the camera that showed the front gate, she noticed an older woman with wavy dark hair. As the woman turned to face the gate, YN recognised her as the Director of the film. Pressing the open button on the screen, YN headed to the front door ready to greet the guest.

As Olivia noticed YN stood at the front door, her eyes widened slightly. "Oh hi, I'm looking for Harry".

"He's just popped out, can I help you?" YN politely smiled at the older woman. She had never felt small but standing in front of a powerful woman, YN felt insecure.

“Oh Harry invited me over, sorry but who are you?” Olivia asked as a frown appeared on her face as she eyed YN up. YN thought she may have been joking, but when she raised her eyebrows at her, she realised that she was being serious.

“Sorry, how rude of me, I’m YN..Harry’s girlfriend” YN continued to be polite, even though she felt something didn’t feel right.

The older woman looked confused as she questioned “Girlfriend?”.

“Uh yeh…sorry am I missing something here?” YN wasn’t one to hold back, if something needed to be said then she would have to say it.

Olivia was quick to explain “I am so sorry, Harry never mentioned he had a girlfriend…I would never have accepted his invitation to come over if I knew”.

YN’s heart was telling her that Harry would never do something like this. She wasn’t sure what Olivia’s motive was but something just didn’t sit right.

“Well you’re welcome to come in and wait if you’d like too”. She was more determined than ever to keep up the kind persona, not wanting to jeopardise Harry’s career.

Panic appeared on the older woman’s face. “Oh no…no..no that’s okay, I’ll be on my way..sorry again for disturbing you”. YN watched as the director hurried down the gravel drive, not giving her a chance to say anything else.

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“Repeat that again….she just turned up and said Harry’s never mentioned you” Louis voice spoke through the speaker of YN’s phone as it sat on the kitchen island.

“Yeh pretty much” YN agreed. Despite knowing it couldn’t be true, YN still had insecurities and doubt crossed her mind. “Lou…do you think she was telling the truth?”.

“Tiny c’mon, you can’t think it’s true…that boy loves the fookin’ bones off yeh” Louis tried to reassure his sister, no doubt in his voice.

YN nibbled on her lip as she thought. “I know he does, I just don’t want to lose him again Lou”.

“None of that shit…you and Harry had a blip but you’re strong yeh”.

“Yeh…you’re right…I miss you” YN admitted. She hated not being able to see her family, especially her older brother, who always played the role of her best friend, her go to person for advice.

“I miss you too Kiddo…but we’ll see each other soon yeh”.

—-

YN was in the kitchen with Teddy following her every move when Harry arrived back. His black T-shirt sticking to him from the sweat that covered his body.

Entering the kitchen, Harry noticed YN standing there deep in thought as she was mindlessly stirring her cup of tea.

“Hey baby” Harry’s voice startled her, making her jump and leave out breath.

“You’ve got to stop doing that” YN pleaded, Harry chuckling knowing it’s a regular thing.

Harry sensed something was wrong because before he’d left for his run, YN was her chirpy and bubbly self, but now she was withdrawn and her thoughts seemed elsewhere. “Everything alright?”.

YN paused deciding if she should tell him. “Uh…Olivia came here looking for you”.

Harry frowned, creases appearing on his forehead. “What…why?”.

YN shrugged her shoulders, wondering the same thing. “She said you had invited her over”.

Harry let out a chuckle at YN’s words. “No I didn’t…why would I do that?”.

“She also said that she didn’t know you had a girlfriend”.

Harry scoffed at this. “Yeh o’course she didn’t”.

YN had a feeling there was more to this than what she originally thought. “Harry, what’s going on?”.

Harry began to play with his bottom lip, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation to YN. “I don’t know…I thought she was just being friendly but...the last few weeks she been acting strange towards me..but turning up here is crossing the line…she knows about you…fucking hell the whole set knows about you…Florence wants to meet you because I talk about you so much” Harry rambled on.

“Bubs…calm down” YN walked around the island to wrap her arms around his torso. “I trust you…you know that”.

Harry placed a peck on her forehead as he squeezed her slightly when his arms landed on her shoulders. “Sorry...I just hate how many times you've had to deal with this sort of thing".

"It's your fault...nobody can resist your charm" YN tried to make light of the situation, despite feeling a bubble of anger in her lower stomach at how another woman was trying to come between her and Harry.

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topguncortez · 6 months

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What Doesn't Kill You || Whumptober Day 21 - Dragon & Rooster

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synopsis: Dragon had always envisioned how the birth of her child would go, and it wasn't anything like how it actually went.

word count: 2.8k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: shock

warnings: pregnancy, child birth, c-section, medical jargon, inaccurate medical procedures, cursing, mentions of child death, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of still birth, grief

Fear was the only thing Dragon felt besides pain. It was a constant pain, the kind of pain that usually sent mothers to the hospital to deliver their babies. But there was something in Dragon that had her frozen in shock as she gripped the kitchen counter, her knuckles turning white. Her due date was still several weeks out, all she wanted was to power through her day, not think of the contractions in her belly or the overwhelming feeling of pressure in her lower body.

“No, no, no,” Dragon shook her head as she felt the tightening again, this time closer together than the last, “Please, don’t do this.” She ran a shaky hand over her belly, “Stay put, baby.”

The front door opened and shut, heavy footfalls running towards her. A sob left her lips as Bradley rounded the corner, coming to a screeching halt. She had called Phoenix, not wanting to alert her husband in case this was a false alarm, but Dragon was grateful that Phoenix had relayed the message to Bradley. She lifted her head, looking at her husband’s wide brown eyes.

“Dragon, baby, what’s wrong?” Bradley breathed out, walking over to her. Dragon reached a shaky hand towards him, and he quickly grabbed it.

“I’m sorry Bradley,” Dragon sobbed out, “I tried so hard, but it’s I. . . it hurts.” Bradley put a hand on her belly, anxiety filling his body at how tight the skin was.

“Baby, we have to go, okay.”

“No. I'm not going,” Dragon sucked in a breath, trying to suppress a groan, “I’m not going. They are safe where they are.”

“I know it’s scary, baby, but we need to go to the hospital. I’ll call Val and-”

“No!” Dragon stomped her foot, “I can’t! I can’t go! They can’t. . . Bradley, I can’t do this again.”

Bradley gently cupped her face in his warm hands, “I know this is scary, I am freaking out too. But we need to go. We need to get you checked out. I’ll call Val right now and tell her we’re on our way in. I think this baby is coming whether we are ready or not.”

All Dragon could do was nod her head, scared that her voice would betray her if she spoke. Bradley placed a soft kiss on her lips. He slowly ushered her into the living room, helping her sit down on the couch to put her shoes on. Dragon turned her head at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. She let out a soft chuckle as Phoenix walked over to her.

“You thought he was going to be able to drive after I told him you think you’re having contractions?” Phoenix said, setting the “go” bag down by the front door.

“Thanks, Nix,” Dragon smiled reaching her hand out to her sister. Phoenix grabbed it and gave it a squeez.

“You two go. I’ll hold the fort down,” Phoenix gave her sister an encouraging smile. Dragon looked back towards her husband and sucked in a deep breath.

“Let’s go have a baby.”

— — —

“Fuck!” Dragon cried as she leaned over the edge of the bed, vomiting into a bucket. Bradley held her hand, rubbing her back. She felt pathetic, whimpering and crying over the smallest things. She was a fighter pilot for Christ’s sake. She doesn’t cry over small things. But here she was, wanting to curl up in the fetal position and sob, “I want my mom!”

“I know baby, she’s trying to find a flight as soon as possible,” Bradley said, trying to comfort Dragon. They had been in the delivery room for almost two hours, the pain of contractions getting stronger with time going on. To Dragon’s horror, she was in fact in pre-term labor, already two centimeters by the time they arrived at the hospital. Val had met them as soon as they showed up, taking up to their room and jumping right into taking care of Dragon and Rooster.

Dragon groaned, and leaned back the best she could, feeling the contraction rip through her. The monitor that had been placed around her belly caught the spike in her baby’s heartbeat, and so did Val, who came running into the room.

“Dragon, you have to try and keep your heart rate down,” Val said, looking over the EKG monitor, “Every time your heart rate jumps, the baby’s does too,” Val ripped off the reading, and checked the IV bags before going back to the nurses station.

Bradley was trying his best to keep his nerves under control, but Dragon could see right through it. She could read the man like a book, he wore his emotions on his sleeve. He gently lifted Dragon’s legs, swinging them back on the bed so Dragon could sit up right. He grabbed a cool rag from the side table and wiped away the sweat from her forehead.

“Phoenix is going to call when your mom gets on the plane,” Bradley said, trying to ease Dragon’s anxiety. Her mom was set to fly out in five weeks when the baby’s due date was supposed to be, no one had expected Dragon would go into preterm labor. Dragon nodded her head, trying to settle her body down, “Penny is also on her way. She said that she’d wait in the waiting-”

“I want her in here,” Dragon whispered.

Bradley nodded his head, “Okay, baby. Is there anything else?”

Dragon shook her head, “It just hurts so fucking much,” She huffed a breath as another contraction hit. Dragon couldn’t explain where the pain was coming from, the contractions she felt were painful but there was also a pounding in her chest. Her heart felt like it was going to explode, every breath she took felt like there was a weight sitting on her chest. She had been placed on oxygen when she was admitted to the floor, but Val said it was just a precautionary measure.

“Try and breathe through it, okay,” Bradley patted her head, “Do you still want to hold off on the epidural?” Dragon’s whole plan was she wanted to do this as naturally as she possibly could. She wanted to experience it, even though her mother didn’t understand it, Dragon wanted the whole experience. The first part of making the baby wasn’t natural, and Dragon at least wanted the labor part to be. “Do you want to move? Is sitting down helping-”

“Dragon, Rooster, we have to get you to the OR,” Doctor Miller said rushing into the room, Val right behind her. Dragon’s eyes widened as she looked at Bradley, who went deathly pale at her words. A bunch of nurses and techs came into the room, moving all over the room in what seemed to be warp speed.

“Val?” Dragon asked her friend.

Val was quick to move to her side, “Your heart rate and the baby’s won’t settle. They’re showing signs of distress and the cord is tangled. It’s too dangerous for you to try and labor vaginally. The longer this spans the more risk it puts both of you in.”

“N-no! I can’t. They’re fine where they are.” Dragon protested, her hands going to your belly trying to protect the baby who was inside. Tears started streaming down her face as Bradley was pushed to the back of the room, standing out of the nurses’ and doctors’ way, “It’s too early! They won’t make it!”

“They’ll be okay,” Doctor Miller said as they undid the brakes on the bed, “My team will be with him from the second he is born until he gets into the NICU.”

“Bradley!” Dragon yelled, reaching out for him.

“I’m right there, babe! I’m not going anywhere!” Bradley said to her, as she was wheeled away from the room. Dragon sat back in the bed, her hands still protectively around her bump as they wheeled her into the operating room.

— — —

The sterile smell burned Dragon’s nose as she looked up at the bright lights above her. She lay there, bare and exposed with her arms stretched out under the lights as the masked doctors and nurses moved around. Val sat on a stool by Dragon’s side, masked and gowned up, her camo blue scrub cap covering her dark curls. None of the other nurses and techs were talking or even acknowledging Dragon. She couldn’t feel anything below the neck thanks to the epidural, but she knew her belly was on full display, at the doctor’s mercy.

“Where’s Rooster?” Dragon asked, turning to look at Val.

“On his way,” Val said, her voice calm and strong, “He’ll take my spot once he gets here. I’m going to assist Doctor Miller.”

Dragon nodded her head. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute, “We still don’t have a name. We narrowed it down to at least ten, but we still don’t have one.”

Val’s eyes crinkled in a smile behind her face mask, “None of my kids had names until I held them. We had names picked out, but none of them felt right once we saw them. You’ll know when you see them.”

“If I-”

“None of that,” Val cut off her friend, “You will see them. And you will name them. . . please do not let the man named Bradley Bradshaw name the kid.”

Dragon chuckled as the door to the operating room opened, and she heard her husband’s voice, “What’s wrong with my name?”

“Nothing. . . Brad Brad. . .” Val snickered as she stood up from the stool.

Dragon let out a sigh of relief as Bradley took the stool next to her. His cheeks and eyes were red as if he had been crying. He pulled his mask down a bit and leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips. He so desperately wanted to hold Dragon’s hand, but he couldn’t. Instead, he sat there with his hands balled into fists.

“Can you see?” Dragon asked him and he shook his head, “Good. You’ll probably pass out.”

Bradley chuckled, “I can’t help that blood makes me quesy.”

“Thank god I’m not pushing this kid out, I’m not sure if you’d be able to stand on your feet for that,” Dragon shook her head. Bradley couldn’t help but smile, his familiar girl slipping through the cracks of her nervous demeanor.

“Okay, we’re going to start,” Doctor Collins said walking into Dragon’s view, “Once he is out, my team and Val are going to take him right to the NICU.”

“Can Bradley go with him?” Dragon asked her and she nodded. Bradleyy let out a sigh of relief, as Doctor Miller turned to the nurse and started the procedure.

Dragon and Bradley waited with bated breath as Doctor Miller somewhat explained what she was doing. It all sounded barbaric, how she explained she was cutting Dragon’s skin, and then through the layers of muscle protecting the uterus, then cutting into the uterus so she could pull out their son. The smell of burning flesh was unpleasant as Doctor Miller cauterized blood vessels and veins.

“The embryonic sac is fully intact,” She explained, “That’s rare for it to not burst.”

“Is it okay that it didn’t?” Bradley asked nervously.

“Just another little miracle,” Doctor Miller said, “Alright Dragon, you might feel a pull, some pressure, and then relief.”

“Okay,” Dragon took in a deep breath, closing her eyes. All the sounds of the operating room drifted away, as she pictured herself on the beach. A crystal clear blue day, the waves crashing along the sandy shore. Dragon sat on a beach blanket, looking out into the endless blue ocean. Standing in the water, was a man with short brown hair, wearing jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, next to him was a woman in a beautiful colorful dress. Dragon didn’t even need to see their faces, knowing it was her late in-laws.

The moment Dragon felt relief, she opened her eyes, back into the cold, sterile operating room.

“Got ‘em,” Doctor Miller said, “Congrats, you guys have a little boy.”

Dragon’s heart was full but at the same time full of panic as she watched Doctor Miller move quickly, handing the baby to Val, across the table. Val glanced quickly at Dragon, whose eyes were full of tears and panic. Val swallowed down her feelings as she placed the newborn on the cot, quickly drying his body and suctioning out any fluids.

“Is he alive?” Dragon asked, looking over at Bradley, “There was no cry. Is he alive?”

“I. . .” Bradley looked over to where Val was, rubbing the baby’s back, “I don’t-”

“Bradley,” Dragon sucked in a breath, “Is he alive?! Is my baby-”

The sweetest, loud, shrill cry filled the air. Dragon closed her eyes tightly, tears falling down her cheeks as her newborn son wailed the most amazing sound she had ever heard. Rooster ran his hand over her hair, tears in his own eyes as he watched Val and some nurses move around his son. Only moments old, and Bradley already felt the intense need to go and stand over them, watching the nurses’ every move.

“We gotta get up to the NICU,” Val said, and wheeled the incubator over to where Dragon and Rooster could see their son, “He’ll be waiting when you get sewed up.”

“Bradley, go with them,” Dragon said, her eyes never leaving the baby. Bradley nodded, pulling his mask down and kissing his wife again, before following after his friend and son.

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Bradley leaned on his hand as he watched his son move slightly in the incubator. He was waiting to hear if Dragon had woken up from surgery yet so he could come show you all the pictures he had taken. He was waiting to get the all-clear from Dragon to send them to their friends and family.

“You’re a tough little guy, ya know that,” Bradley said to the baby, running his knuckle over the clear plastic, “Ya know how long we’ve been waiting for you? A really, really long time. I hope you know how special you are. You are so special to mommy and daddy. You’ve got not one, but three angels looking over you.”

Bradley swore that his son had turned to look at him, and his heart skipped a beat. His eyes never left his son as he watched him for almost another hour before Doctor Miller said that Dragon was starting to wake up and ask for him. Bradley placed a kiss on the incubator before taking off the paper gown and he walked down to her room. Dragon had just finished getting the rundown from Val when Bradley walked in.

“Hey, stranger,” Dragon smiled, trying to sit up more in bed, but the pain of the staples in her belly was not allowing her, “Please tell me you have pictures.”

“I’ve got tons of pictures,” Bradley said, and gently climbed into bed next to her. He pulled his phone out and started swiping through the pictures, “He’s four pounds eight ounces, on the little side, but Doctor Miller said he’s going to be okay.”

“C-can I see him?” Dragon asked softly, looking at Val. She nodded and called for a nurse to bring a wheelchair since the staples were hindering Dragon’s ability to walk long distances at the moment. Bradley helped her move to the wheelchair, and then pushed her down to the NICU. He helped Dragon tie on the gown and slip a mask on her face.

“He’s right here,” Bradley said, getting Dragon as close as he could.

“God, he’s so small,” Dragon whispered softly, placing her hand on the plastic box, “What did I do?”

“What?”

“I did something wrong, I had to,” Dragon said looking at Bradleyy, tears in her eyes. She thought she must’ve done something to cause his early birth. Her mind had been trying to find an answer for the past couple of hours since going into labor.

“Nothing, baby,” Bradley said, coming in front of her and kneeling down, “You did nothing wrong.”

“I must’ve done something! Look at him, Rooster!”

“All I see is a strong little boy, who was too excited to wait to meet us,” Bradley said looking at his son, and then he looked at Dragon. Bradley had nothing but love in his brown eyes as he looked between the two of them. This was the second time he had witnessed love at first sight, the first time when Dragon had walked through the door on the first day of Top Gun, “And I see his super strong mother, who has fought like hell to bring him into this world.”

Dragon smiled at him, and placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb gently across his skin, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible,” Dragon whispered.

“Want a bet?”

note: Baby Trace-Bradshaw is here!!! And he needs a name:) I am taking name suggestions!

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sad-leon · 2 months

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Doe + Change

Doe expected things to change, but not this much.

She'd always felt more feminine than her brothers, but didn't really have a name for it until Donnie confirmed that she was, in fact, female. Her genius brother had helped her search it up. Transgender. There was a whole community out there like her.

Neat.

Except, they weren't really like her. She was lucky enough to be born in the right body, just raised differently. She didn't have to worry about hormones or surgery or other surface issues like jobs or school. She has her lovely supportive family.

So, fine. Maybe she didn't have a community, but she had her brothers and that was fine!

Until wrestling matches disappeared. And she was given first choice on movie nights even when she lost the arm wrestles or whatever silly little game they decided to play. And when she lost a game and was met with compassion instead of teasing.

It was starting to get annoying.

She already had a rough night, but the thought of Dad letting them go up to the surfact to patrol gave her hope. She could run with her brothers again! They could race! And things would finally be normal again when they realized that nothing actually changed.

A gentle knock on the wall caught her attention. "Hey, Doe? You up?" Mikey asked. Doe frowned. Usually her little brother wouldn't hesitate to barge into her room.

Taking a breath, she plastered a smile on her face and sat up. "Yup! We're going to the surface, right?"

Mikey lit up. He nodded aggressively. "Yup! Yup! Raphie told me to come get you while he gets Donnie!"

Standing up, Doe grabbed her jacket, tugging it loosely over her shoulders. "Was he in his lab late again?"

Shrugging, Mikey stepped to the sided, gesturing for Doe to leave the room while he closed the curtain behind her. "Raphie just said that he'd going to 'drag donnie out of that lab and barricade the door' if he keeps ignoring Raphie's knocks." Mikey lowered his voice to immitate the cadence of their oldest brother.

Trying to ignore the flare of annoyance at not even being allowed to close her own curtain, she chuckled. "Donnie will get back into his lab if it's the last thing he does."

The two youngest turtles made their way into the common area where Raph was tugging a beanie onto a very disgruntled Donnie.

Doe sidled up to the side of her twin and elbowed his side. "Someone wasn't sleeping, huh?"

Donnie just gave her a huff. "Scoff. I was just trying to finish up my newest battle shell."

Raph grumbled and pulled the beanie down over the softshell's eyes. "You went to bed two hours ago. I told you to stop doing that. You need to sleep!"

Fixing his beanie, Donnie glared at Doe. "Well atleast I slept."

Raph gawked and turned to Doe. "You didn't sleep? Why? Are you feeling okay?"

Doe rolled her eyes at the gentle tone her oldest brother adopted. "I slept fine."

"You were sending me memes until about an hour ago," Donnie grumbed. "I have the timestamps."

Trying to lunge at Donnie proved futile when Raph gentley intercepted Doe, setting her down a few feet away from her smug twin. His face was nothing but concern and he gently put a beanie on her head as well. No teasing. No pulling the beanie down. Just concern and gentleness.

Doe just huffed, stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets and pouting.

Raph looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped and turned around, leading the way to the entrance of the lair. "Okay, you all know the rules. Stay close to me and don't run off. Again. Or Raph will be very upset. Again."

"Yes Raph," the three younger turtles agreed and followed Raph out the door and through the tunnels.

The surface was much colder than Doe had though. Her jacket was not thick enough at all, and she had also worn her thinest pair of sweats. Repressing her shivering, she pushed forward. It was fine, she'd be able to warm up once they got moving.

The beginning of the patrol was normal. They bantered. They raced. They jumped around. Then Doe slipped.

She was running to make a leap, slipped on a puddle near the edge of the roof and totally missed the next roof. She grabbed onto a windowsill and hauled herself up, climbing onto the next roof.

"Doe!" Raph had yelled. And even when she pulled herself up, he was looking at her with nothing but concern. He stepped back, getting some momentum to leap onto the rooftop next to Doe. "Are you okay?"

Doe shrugged away from his hands, fixing her coat and beanie herself. The annoyance was turning into irritation. It made her blood itch. "I'm fine Raph."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Mikey and Donnie landed onto the rooftop next to them only a moment later.

Expecting some sort of jab or tease, she turned toward her twin only to be met with concern. "Are your shoulders sore? Do you feel any tension when you move them?"

They were a little sore, but Doe wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of having an actual cause for concern. "What are you, Don? The medic?"

"No. But that looked like it could have potentially hurt."

Doe just rolled her eyes and turned away, planning to continue the patrol.

Raph put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "I think we should go home."

"What?" Doe hissed. The itching was become unbearable. Her hands twitched, as did her tail.

"You're tired and you're also probably sore, even if you don't feel it."

"I'm fine!"

Raph just groaned and starting to walk back the way they had just come. "Let's go."

Doe fumed. "No! We just go out here. Yeah, sure, fine. I slipped, but I'm fine!" She turned to Mikey and Donnie for support, but they were both angled toward Raph, frowning at her. "Really? Really?! I make one little mistake and suddenly we have to go home?!"

"You got hurt-" Mikey started.

"I'm not hurt! I'm fine! I slipped, I biffed it, took an L -- whatever you wanna call it -- and I'm flattered you guys are concerned about lil ol' me, but really? No teasing? No nothing?" Venom was starting to lace Doe's tone but she couldn't care less. "Gah! Ever since I came out you guys have changed! I just want what we used to have back!"

Raph looked stunned, but took a breath and said in the most annoying calm voice, "I know you're tired, but we're just concerned."

"Gahh!" Doe yelled, throwing her hands in the air. "Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! I'm sick of this!" She sent a glare at her oldest brother before turning around and running.

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Threw this one up on Ao3 :D

it was much longer than i meant it to be... oops

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mod-kyoko · 9 months

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Could you do a reader that's cold all the time?

Like, it could be the hottest day of the year and they'd still be freezing their booty off?

Preferably one of these characters: Gundham, Hajime, Nagito but it doesn’t matter who you write :>

gundham, hajime, and nagito with a reader who is cold all the time

fandom: danganronpa: goodbye despair

type: hcs

a/n: sorry this took so long omg

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gundham tanaka

my guy does not have a poker face. whenever he lends you his scarf or jacket his face is red for the ENTIRETY that you're wearing it

and what's worse is he has no scarf to hide behind

unfortunately gundham is clueless and cannot see that you're cold, ever

so you have to tell him

and he still won't take the hint

and you want to ask him for his scarf but that's fine because someone else will tell him

"one of the devas, mirage golden hawk jum-p, told me that you are cold," he'd say, removing his scarf

he wraps it around you with care, and stands back to get a look

"you must take absolute care of that scarf, it was awarded to me after i defeated its previous owner in battle," he blabs

you can't take him seriously though, because his face is already red and he's fidgeting with his fingers

from then on, the entire duration that you're wearing his scarf, he keeps sneaking looks at you, cherishing the way you look while wearing it

hajime hinata

bro is bamboozled as to how you can be constantly cold

he's very warm all the time so he never has any kind of jacket or sweater on

but when he met you, he got into the habit of having one around anyway

at first, if he didn't have a jacket, he would just hold your hands and rub your arms

now he knows better

he brings a jacket everywhere and he's always bewildered as to how you're not super prepared all the time

always blushes when he sees you wearing his jacket

he won't admit it but he actually prefers you wearing his jacket so you'll smell like him

but when he doesn't have anything, it's okay because seeing you shiver is the cutest thing in his eyes, it makes him laugh, and it gives him an excuse to touch you more

nagito komaeda

nagito is cold all the time too, which is why he wears his jacket even in the summer

and he hates being cold, but he would endure it for you

he knows how cold you get, so from time to time he'll touch your hand just to see

"ah, my love, do you need my jacket?" he'd ask, but you don't really have a choice in the matter

"please take it, you deserve it more than i..."

he'll drape it over you, helping you into it even though you could do it yourself

he'll hold you from behind, resting his chin on your head until he feels like you've warmed up enough

honestly he's really concerned most of the time, like how tf are you cold right now??

bro sweats when he's nervous too it's so funny watching him worry about you so much when you're not in immediate danger

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#mod kyoko #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #goodbye despair #gundham tanaka #gundham x reader #nagito x reader #hajime hinata #hajime x reader

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thenewausten · 2 months

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Quackity dating a professional ballet dancer HC's

He'd be chocked with your flexibility. How can you move your legs like this?! He couldn't believe it.

Would help you put bandages on your feet, and of course, lots of feet massages after rehearsals and performances!

Alex'd drive you to the rehearsals and pick you up too <3

Always going to all your presentations and even getting emotional seeing you perform!

Buying you ballet stuff... Clothes, hair ties and even pointe shoes :)

Imagine him asking to someone to give you a bouquet of roses before your presentation? You'd smile and read the note: "Te amo, hermosa. Good luck, you're an amazing dancer ❤️ - Alex"

After your presentation and thanks, you'd get off the stage and jum on his lap, hugging him with a smile on your face.

"You were perfect, amor." He says, kissing your face as he holds your cheeks. "Do you think it?" You ask, Alex puts you on the floor again and nods. "Yes, I cried when I saw your dance." You smile to him as he says it. "Aw, baby! I love you so much."

"I love you too, corazón." He smiles. "Thank you for the bouquet, by the way. I loved it." You kiss him. "You deserve it, hermosa."

"Thank you. I'm going to change my clothes so we can go, okay?" You say as your boyfriend nods.

Taking you to a fancy restaurant after your presentation <3

He'd also take a lot of pictures, videos and a photo with you and he'd post it all on his Instagram, being your biggest fan!

Alex'd support you a lot in your dream, he'd always be there for you!

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#quackity #qsmp #qsmp brazil #quackity imagines #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #quackity fluff #quackity fanfic #quackity headcannons #quackity scenario #quackity qsmp #qsmp brasil #ballet

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eris-snow · 7 months

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Firstly, you have a beautiful writing style! Secondly, would you be able to write something for Shoto, Izuku and Katsuki (separately, with any others you wish to add) with an autistic fem reader? Examples: reader wears headphones all the time around her neck and is anxious without them, has a restricted diet due to sensory issues, misses social cues, has specific routines such as where to walk and sit, has trouble understanding their emotions, is very logical etc… - avec amour, anon <3

Thank you for requesting! Honestly, this is something I haven’t done before but I hope you enjoy! 🤍

Shoto:

When he first learned about your disorder, he was shocked at first

Man can’t think of how that was supposed to be a form of insecurity to you because he loves you as you are

Still, he’d go and research about it to ensure he can help you the best you can

He’d definitely be the kind of guy who’d want to know how he can help you as best as he can

If he’s getting food for you, he’ll be sure to take note of every one off your diet restrictions

He’ll role up at your dorm with a Michelin star meal that checks all your boxes.

Will be right there with you in a conversation, firmly by your side.

As for social cues, he’s right there along with you

Shoto might be smart, but in terms of reading people, he’s definitely not the best at it

He might not be the best at it, but Shoto will do anything to make you feel comfortable and confident in yourself.

“You have autism? No, why would that bother me? You’re perfect. Just the way you are. I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”

Katsuki:

Oh boy, this man will be the most tsundere person ever when it comes to taking care of you

Don’t ever expect to be telling people at stalls your diet restrictions because Blasty will be cooking every one of your meals from now on

I can imagine you losing your headphones and hyperventilating, and while he’s cradling you he’s turning the whole dorm upside down to search for your most prized possession.

“OI SHITHEADS, IF I DON’T GET THE NAME OF THE IDIOT WHO TOOK Y/N’S HEADPHONES IN T-MINUS 5 SECONDS, I’M GONNA RIP YOUR HEADS OFF.”

It’s such a contrast to his normal personality that it throws everyone off

He treats you like a treasure, something precious

And even if he doesn’t show it, he’s memorised all your routines and works you through it.

He’ll never let you say anything bad about yourself.

Sometimes you wonder why he still hasn’t left you yet, but he’s sure to abolish that thought from your mind the second you so much as breathes a word about your insecurties

“Hey, hey, listen to me. No, don’t shake that pretty head of yours. I’m here because I wanna be here. I’m number 1 at everything, so there’s no way I’ll half-ass this relationship shit, alright? You’re beautiful, inside and out, and I don’t give a shit about what others say, you hear me you little shit? I love you. Now shut up and come here. If you’re feeling like you’re not the most important person in the world, then clearly I’m doing something wrong.”

He’s the biggest softie for you, because whenever you’re ranting his ear off, he listens to every word even if he doesn’t look like it.

If he’s your boyfriend, your every word will definitely be heard.

Izuku:

This boy will have an entire notebook dedicated to you

When you tell him, he’ll be so relieved that you felt comfortable telling him, and he’ll immediately be your listening ear for anything you need.

Your diet? Done, he has a list of things that you can’t eat and will make sure that each one of those dishes you love is safe for you

Your routines? Memorised and drawn.

He’ll always help you out, even if it’s out of his way because you’re one of his biggest priorities in life.

He loves it when you ramble because he can feel your excitement exuding from you

Will patiently explain social cues to you even if it means that you’re excluded from the conversation

Doesn’t care what others think because, hey, you’re his and he’s yours

Each one of the hoops he has to jump through is done with ease because he loves you with his entire soul.

“You have autism? No. I never even noticed.”

He squeezes out time in his day to spend time with you

Loves you more than you could ever know, and wants to shower you with cuddles and kisses every time he gets the chance.

You’re lucky because now that Izuku’s got you, he’s never ever letting go.

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year

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February Filth Fest - Day 2

Pairing: San x GN!Reader Kink: somno WC: 964 TW/CW: non/dub/poorly discussed consent, lots of dry humping, mutual?masturbation, Summary: Best friends weekend trip. Best friends weekend trip where they forget that you and San are NOT a couple and would need more than one bed. But you like cuddling anyway so really there won’t be any issues...

San holds you tight to his chest, throbbing cock pushing against you. It’s been only a few minutes but it feels like hours with him rutting insistently into the crease of your ass. He clings and rocks and whines as you try to hold your breath, the guilty awake party. On one hand, he was finally asleep. Having spent hours complaining about all of the steps he’d taken to reduce his insomnia, it felt like a miracle when he curled around you snoring lightly. On the other, it had also breached the thin veil of friendship you both were still clinging to. Friends can cuddle! You’d both proclaim loudly. We’re both just very physically comfortable people! What you didn’t know is where dry humping your best friend landed on the physically comfortable scale.

Not that he exactly knew what he was currently doing to you, still he gasped softly, nose buried deep in the nape of your neck. Arousal pooling in your core you breathe carefully and slowly, brows knit in pain. You’d felt him get aroused before, he’s a guy, it happens. It happens for no reason even. Neither of you acknowledged it, instead opting to adjust accordingly to avoid any unnecessary friction to the other. Not that an erection really meant anything, you’d convinced yourself. Now whining and thrusting against you it was impossible to ignore.

Seonghwa had warned you loudly with a wink about San’s peculiar sleeping habits. “If he doesn’t sleep soundly enough he tends to move…and grab ass.” He joked, red flush running up San’s neck with embarrassment. “Hyunnng,” he whined, “it was one time. Can you not…I’ll sleep on the couch or the floor if you are uncomfortable. I swear. We can build a pillow wall between us.” But of course you couldn’t bear to think that your friend would pay the same as you for this airbnb with the group to sleep uncomfortably. Besides, who were you to complain about a few extra moments of skinship, even if you were asleep.

But you weren’t. You were wide awake, making a mess of your cute pj bottoms. His hand grabs your ass harshly, forcing a small moan from your mouth that you fail to choke back. He stills, face still buried in your shoulder. For a moment you think, it’s all over it has to be. There is no way he’s still asleep. You pray your acting ability is at least good enough to fake a deep slumber as you feel him stir, expecting him to slowly untangle your bodies.

He doesn’t. Instead he happily snuggles closer, kicking your leg forward, pressing his damp cloth covered cock against your hole. If only the stalwart cloth barriers of your pajamas weren’t there any errant jerk could send the tip just inside of you. Shamefully you’d always wanted him to lose his composure one day. Or for you to finally have the sealed confirmation that fucking wouldn’t ruin your friendship. Now, cheeks burning in the dark, it takes everything within you to keep from helping him. You wish you could indulge in this feeling, thick and rock solid, perfect for grinding down on. Instead you are forced to endure the insistent rutting and moaning. The way his breath fans across your neck tickles, making you shiver with delight and anticipation.

Hands balled into fists of frustration you stiffen as his thrusts grow wilder, snapping his hips against you. Physically you can’t do it anymore, you can’t fight your desire or his force.

And that’s when you hear it. Your name. Rolling off his lips in the most delicious half moan half whine. Heartbeat wild and head dizzy your unclench your fists to gently stroke his arm, fingertips trailing a vein on his forearm. He’s dreaming about you. He’s dreaming about fucking you. Oh your heart could sing, you could jump out of bed and squeal and dance but now is not the time.

“Sannie-” you whisper, “you need-” He mumbles unintelligently. “Sannie,” you press your fingertips into the muscle of his arm again, more urgently this time. “M’sorry,” his hips start to back away, arms loosening on you. Without a second thought you grab on and push yourself back against him. “Use me. I want you to.” Your tone is hushed but urgent. “Please,” you whine, “I don’t mind.” He moans into a deep rattling growl as he burrows back against you, slotting his hard cock between your cheeks and holding your pelvis as he rubs himself frantically against you. Cautiously you slip a hand between your own legs to rub yourself in time with him. It feels dirty and needy, the two of you growling and panting in the still night air. San’s biceps flex and grip you as he thrusts particularly hard against you. Abs taut he groans and tenses, biting down on your shoulder with a hiss. Thighs tight and head spinning you cum too, ruining your pjs thoroughly, if your combined sweat and San’s cum hadn’t done it already.

More suddenly than it had started San has rolled over to the other side of the bed, snoring contently with his leg swung out wide. Angel face in a relaxed state of bliss as though he hadn’t been humping you within an inch of your life not even seconds before. In shock you stare at the wall in front of your side of the bed. Post orgasmic numbness rolling over your nerves and tingling the tips of your fingers. Lying near catatonic your brain runs a mile a minute planning the perfect response to every way San could bring this incident up the next morning. Every scenario was planned to the syllable, to the body position, to the facial expression. Every scenario except the one that happens.

I started writing this before we knew San was a sleep ass grabber so really at this point I feel like a prophet. yes i added in the real life ass grabbing incident that we know of but the rest is FICTIONAL completely FICTIONAL this does not represent San.

Additionally this is lightly based on a yungi AO3 fic by pupyunho which is as the ship name suggests mxm so please if you aren’t into that don’t read it. Normally I’m not one fo mxm but this is just...it’s well done. Idk. it jellys my jam.

#san smut #ateez san smut #ateez smut #ateez drabble #san drabble #choi san smut #san x reader #san x gn!reader #february filth fest

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secretdiaryofcrowley · 16 days

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Trying to talk to Maggie and to Muriel – Attempt Nr.2

Hi Maggie, please tell Muriel to come over to the record shop, so that I need to say this only once: Stop trying to talk to me, the both of you. Stop sending me notes, stop trying to call me, just stop doing anything about me. I am not your friend and never will be.

There, you have it. Nice and short.

The only problem is, if I put it like that, Maggie will probably cry and Nina will give me her angry face again. And Muriel will look at me with those big brown eyes and think it’s their fault. And perhaps cry, too.

Enough! No more crying. I’m sick of blowing my nose all the time. It gets all red and blotchy. Why do noses always have to run when you cry! Major design flaw if you ask me. But I forgot, you are not asking, @the-almighty-god. You’re just playing your ineffable game. Next time, please play Dungeons & Dragons with us. At least that one has uhm…. dungeons and dragons and elves and Bags of Holding in it. I would quite like a Bag of Holding, then I could’ve kept all of my plants when Hell kicked me out of my flat.

Okay, next try: Hi Maggie and Muriel. I can’t be your friend because I don’t do friendships. Bye.

That one’s so short, I could actually write it on a card. Maybe I should, then I don’t have to talk to them. But Nina was very specific about this one. If you don’t want friends, you have to tell people to go away and you have to do it in person. Writing will not do, texting will not do, and simply going away until they forget about you will not do either. That one least of all.

Nina says, the truth is painful, but at least they’ll have a clean cut and they can start to heal. They can’t when I just leave them hanging. No closure.

Hi Maggie and Muriel. I don’t want to be your friend because I’m scared. Scared that I’ll get hurt when I open up to someone. Scared that you’ll get hurt, when Heaven and Hell start doing their thing again and we all get caught in the crossfire.

No, by ‘the truth’ I didn’t mean ‘that much truth’.

Just the clean cut. The one we never got to have. First, I walked out, then he walked away. We never sorted anything out. Did he leave because he chose Heaven over me? Did he leave because he chose Heaven for me? Did we break up? How can we break up if we aren’t even together? Are we still friends, or is everything over for good?

What does he want with Heaven? Does he truly believe, he can make a difference? Was it just an excuse to get away? Why did he kiss me back and then told me, he forgives me? Did he even listen to anything I said?

Why suddenly dance with me at the ball when he refused to dance with me back in 1941 when I asked him to? Why does he want me to be an angel again? Am I not okay for him the way I am? Does he even want to be “an us”, or did he at least want it before everything went down the drain? Does he still think about me as he is up there, doing God knows what?

Is he thinking of me right now? Perhaps this very moment?

I slam on the brakes and let the Bentley spin to the right, so the car behind me passes by without hitting me. The driver yells something rude, but I’m not listening to him. My mind is full of questions and I can’t answer a single one of them.

No closure. No clean cut. Just pain.

I can’t heal because I’m left hanging. I can’t move on with my life because I don’t know what’s there to move on to and what there isn't. Is he still a part of this life or is he gone for good?

I’m on hold. I’m on hold like a human on a phone who doesn’t know if they should hang up or if they should wait for the conversation to continue. When Beelzebub came to talk to me about Gabriel, I understood immediately what was going on with them. Why can I not understand what is going on with us?

Again Nina’s words: “But then, other people’s love lives always seem so much more straightforward than our own.”

I start the Bentley’s engine again, but before I can bring my foot down, I freeze.

“Hello, traitor.”

No literal freezing. Just a jumpscare.

“I was going to pull you down to my new office, as it seems befitting for my new position. But you’re so miserable already, I didn’t want to drag you out of your safe space. Besides, Hell doesn’t need to know about our little talk, do they?”

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thethirdpapa · 21 days

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"Father, bless me for that I will sin"

Summary: Father Jim deFroque gets possesed by a familiar face AN: Happy Jesus he knows me anniversairy y´all have a bit of Jim suffering in honor of that. Let me know if you want part 2. Also the art is a nod to a very beloved horror game. Guess which one in the comments!! TW: Possesion , cussing , discussion of religion , mild gore , pain Words: 1,3k

Father Jim deFroque. Some call him the good willing father of the Jesus talks, some know him from his masses, some know him from his not so holy night life. Somewhat he had the trace of a glorious Popstar-Life, but behind this naïve look and the preaching of comfortable lies with the subtle manipulation of giving some man all your money to be greeted into heaven with open arms. Not to speak that Jum had a lot of interesting callers , especially around easter. Some days he wondered if it wasn’t the infamous ministry who chased these kinds of calls upon his neck to annoy him. But , as a priest must, he kept his patience all the way, And it wasn’t only his good willing patience that helped him stay calm during the arguments on the Jesus talks, but also the leftovers from his wild nights . Some wonder if he had a cold that he never gets rid off as they get to hear the sniffing from time to time on calls

Yet , one call was interesting. It came , late at night while he was in the bathroom , taking care of his hair. He forgot to leave the light on in his bedroom , which made the call coming from it seem like the scene right before a jumpscare in a horror movie. The only source of light was the moon from outside, shimmering lightly through the stained glass. Jim picked up, who would he be if not a priest always available for his devoted followers?He was just surprised the call did go to his mobile phone rather than the one he was given by the church for the jesus talks. He picked up.

“Good evening ,May god bless your soul. you are speaking to Father Jim deFroque. How may I help you?” he answered in his usual demeanor. There was no answer. Except some weird, breathing noises. Jim thought it was one of these interesting calls again and was about to hang up when suddenly , a rather familiar voice spoke . “Another day of serving the lord?” . What a weird.. teasy sounding question. Jim firstly had to think for a moment. “Sir, is this a serious question or do you just want to …” Jim started with a confused tone as the voice interrupted him “..No..no.. genuine question.” . “Well , yes, obviously. How shall I not fulfill my duty of serving our shepherd” Jim responded in his usual demeanor. “How are you so sure that he is actually real? Has he done something to prove his existence to you?” Yes, it was done of those callers again. Jim took a deep sigh, deciding if he should just shit on the rules and tell the caller to fuck off, or if he should grab into his basket of “evidence” he keeps repeating like a broken record.

He decided for option two, he does not need any troubles right now , as he did not wish to ruin his image just because it was 2 am and he was about to go to bed since he didn’t feel like clubbing today. “Well you see, I consider my duty and life to be a blessing of our lord and saviour. He has led me to my mission to bring the message of the holy spirit to the masses and redirect the people back to the right path” . There was silence , then a chuckling.. “redirect them to the right path..sure” the voice replies snarky “do you ask them if they wish to? Do they come to you even?” Jim felt himself getting tired of this pointless conversation, but also weirdly anxious. “Sir, I only do what I must, not what I decide is the solution” . The voice snickered at that. “Im sure they’ll appreciate you” . That was when the call ended. Leaving Jim with the phone in his hand, starring at the screen of the suppressed number. Jim found this weird, but nothing shocking. And decided to go to bed, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was out to get him.

Jim didn’t have the most pleasant dream either, a rather short figure appearing in his dream only to laugh at him. As he stepped closer to the figure he got to see their face, it was familiar face paint what burned itself into his memory. The unmatched eyes, it was like he has seen them before. Why was this haunting him? But that wasn’t the worst of it all. As the figure stepped closer, He was revealing his horns, and the ground beneath Jim was burning. They just watched him on fire, waving even a little with a smile he didn’t know was meant to be a greeting or a farewell. The eyes and the face paint stayed in his memory even as he awoke. It was still dark. He checked his watch , spotting it was only five am

The light in the bathroom was still on. Jim couldn’t recall if he switched it off before bed or not so he forced himself up to turn it off. Yet his eyes were greeted with a different scenery as he wished to. There was red paint on his mirror, spelling the word Sinner. Now that was the final straw to get the faithful man out of his calm demeanor. He inspected the paint, but the paint turned it out to be blood.

Firstly Jim went to check his locks and windows, in case someone wanted to pull a prank on him. But all locked and closed. Which was weird. To say the least. “Holy Father have mercy on my soul…” Jim whispered under his breath. And the plead was replies with a chuckling. The same as on the call. Jim shook his head, refusing to let his mind trick him. He started to consider that these were the after effects of his last trip. As he stood in front of the mirror with disbelief the light switched off.

Jim unintentionally screamed. Not sure if it was the shock or the fact that everything what was going on seemed out of a horror movie. He prayed quietl under his breath, pinched himself even to wake himself up from this nightmare. Pleading to whoever was listening to stop his madness. “No, No” it sounded behind him. Jim gulped and turned around to the noise, (He felt incredibly stupid for acting like a horror movie protagonist in this situation) and spotted the man from his dreams sit there. Didn’t they say he was dead? Decaptivated even? And of course he had horns. He smirked at Jim. “So ..Are you still on the right path?, Father?" He asked while looking absent minded towards the wall . “What a stupid question, of course I am. What do you want, my soul? “ Jim yelled hysterically , losing his demeanor. Why was he tormenting him like that?

The man stood up. He didnt answer his question but was smirking even brighter. “Lets see how he can save you now from that” he replied, with that he revealed his horns and wings. He snapped his finger and a burning pain claimed Jim´s chest. The father screamed for mercy. To anyone that would listen to help him. “Burn in hell you--…” Jim went quiet. He felt something shift, enter his mind and spread inside him like poison , no prayers would save him now. And he was simply not qualified for an exorcism on himself and way too panicked to continue. Jim felt his faith fade, along with his mind. No matter how hard he tried to stay and not let the evil take him over, it was too late for salvation. The begs of mercy faded slowly. His tortured expression turned into one of satisfaction

Father Jim was no more, his smile was not his own, his eyes always overshadowed with the omnipresent glow of his red eyes. Jim slowly got up, groaning from his floor. Facing his new form in the mirror. A bright smile painted his face and he chuckled. A weird dark red substance trickled from his mouth and eyes , and his iris were black along.

And with that the beloved father was gone , buried deep beneath the shadows of the possesion , locked in the dark of his mind.

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zukoromantic · 4 months

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HAPPY BELATED CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO @smarter-than-the-smarties !!!!!

I know i'm not exactly early, but I'm your secret santa for @duckblrsecretsanta2023 ! :D I hope you're having lovely holidays! ^^🩵

I love your taste in characters and decided to write a small Agent 22 mission fic where she chases down a certain scientist! I hope you enjoy it! It reminded me how much fun these characters are, so I for one was happy to work on it <3

(thanks to @ai-higurashi who beta read!)

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Agent 22 looked at the city in front of her. Everything seemed normal. Busy, naturally for a city of this size, but normal.

SHUSH had gotten information that Black Heron had made her way to Paris. And of course Bentina had been the one immediately sent to follow. She had had several encounters with the woman. A scientist with a bigger sense for drama than could be found on any stage in the world. Which was the only reason she qualified as a threat at all.

Currently, 22 was seated in a news helicopter surveilling the city, along with a SHUSH coordinator and a pilot.

”She will undoubtedly try pulling a stunt at one of the landmarks. We should keep an eye on the city from the sky.”

Additionally, she had suggested the design of a news helicopter to keep a low profile. Sure, it was bigger than they would usually be, but it was more convenient to have some space.

Technically, the mission coordinator should have had a word in the planning, but Bentina usually took charge on most parts of a mission.

It was one of the reasons people weren’t exactly keen on working with her.

That didn’t matter to her though. Her focus was on the mission at hand at all times. It was only natural she would make sure everything went as smoothly as possible.

At least the coordinator was the one keeping in touch right now with SHUSH headquarters.

“22, we got word. Black Heron has been sighted on the Eiffel Tower.”

“Of course she has." The Eiffel Tower had been her number one guess. It was not just the most famous but also the tallest one of the sights in the city. Plenty of attention.

“What is it that she’s doing?”

“They don't know yet. She seems to be armed, highest platform, everyone is making their way down as we speak. We will land right now as close as we can and get up the tower.”

“We don’t have time for that. Get me as close to the tower as you can.”

“22, that -”

“Got it.” Before the coordinator could finish his objection, the pilot had already set course. Much to her colleague’s dismay. “We are going to attract plenty of unwanted attention! Besides, this is far too unsafe.”

Beakley didn’t so much as spare him a glance. “It’s either us or her. If we find time to land and get to the top of a structure that’s about a thousand feet tall, it will be too late. Send support now to assist with the arrest, I am getting to her now.”

While talking, she got up from her seat and grabbed some of her tools that she had stored away in a box.

One of them, a rope gun. Beakley positioned herself in front of one of the doors as they hovered down and closer to the landmark.

She couldn't see Heron from their position. She was most likely at the other side of the platform and had other things to do than paying attention to the helicopter.

“Can’t get closer than that!”, shouted the pilot from the front.

Beakley took a breath. It wasn’t her first time doing this, but she had to focus.

Steady aim.

Focus.

Shoot.

A rope dashed out of the gun straight to the top of the tower.

Hit.

It was a SHUSH special gadget. The tip functioned like a simple suction cup but about eighteen times more effectively. She would need it if she were to slide down on this rope.

Quickly, she fixed her end of the rope in the helicopter and snapped the handle into place before holding onto it tightly. Thank goodness she had done this a hundred times.

The last thing she heard before daring the final step was her coordinator instructing her to not be too reckless. As if she of all people needed a reminder.

A jump and her feet lost solid ground. With a high but still controlled speed, she soared through the air towards the tower. Heron still wasn’t in sight. The woman must be very occupied so as not to notice her arrival.

Better for her.

She prepared to jump off at the right moment. She needed to be careful not to crash into the -

Now!

22 let her hands loosen the grip and she fell into the space between the fence and the wall; landing in a way to deal as little damage as possible to her own body.

The loud thump she landed with felt appropriate however, as it wasn’t exactly like falling into pillows.

But she had learned not to dwell on any pain. She had obtained no injuries, so she could proceed undeterred.

With the sound however, she suspected that Heron must have noticed her at last.

“What kind of reporter are y-” an unmistakable voice yelled from her right in the square pathway, allowing Beakley to face the correct direction.

A woman in a short reddish dress - covered by a black cloak for once - and a long pointy beak showed up at the corner. Her eyes darted between the rope contraption and the agent in front of her for a moment.

“22?! Is there anywhere you won’t follow me?” Despite the surprise in her voice, Black Heron was also obviously displeased.

22 didn’t bother replying. “Whatever it is you’re doing, surrender now and SHUSH will consider a lighter sentence for your crimes.”

Heron’s expression shifted to annoyance.

“Always so to the point. You’re not even curious what my plan is? I go through all this effort and you expect me to surrender without even revealing anything?”

Beakley didn’t allow herself to be irritated by this madwoman. She didn't know if Heron had set up a timer of sorts earlier for a bomb or any other dangerous device. So she needed to hurry. However, if the scientist was so keen on sharing information, it might be faster to get a quick information from the woman herself.

“Did you plant a bomb up here?”

“A bomb? Don’t be silly, where’s the fun in that? I’m not that kind of terrorist! That’s far too impersonal.”

Apparently, Beakley wouldn’t get much information this way after all. It would be faster if she made her talk.

She dashed forwards towards the woman - only to halt in her movements when she pulled something from her dress.

“Nuh-uh, 22! What’s the rush with you?”

It wasn’t the first time Beakley had a gun pointed at her. But this one looked odd. It seemed too large to be carrying regular bullets. She had no idea what it could possibly fire. Which, unfortunately, meant that she had no idea if she could dodge whatever might be fired at her.

She scanned the environment and considered her options. The gap between the two women wasn’t large but enough to give Heron time to shoot if Beakley were to attack her.

For now she would let Heron monologue about her plan and then when she was a bit more distracted disarm her.

“I took a lot of time to prepare this, you know? I managed to build devices small enough to bring up here undiscovered that will release the biggest firework you have ever seen!” Her eyes lit up. “They’ll display my name and face for everyone to see!” She followed up with her signature maniacal laugh.

Beakley ignored the urge to call Heron out on her ridiculous plan and used the opportunity. It was good she could count on the scientist to ramble herself into losing focus.

In the blink of an eye, 22 did a roll on the floor to Heron’s left side.

Heron’s gun went off. But Beakley didn't feel herself getting harmed, so she remained on task.

While getting up, close enough to Heron, she kicked the woman in the legs, “OWch, can you -”, before she slapped the gun out of her hands.

“How dare you interrupt me when I’m making a speech?!”

Beakley quickly grabbed her opponent’s arm, but simultaneously checked to see what she had fired at her and if it was still dangerous. It was something shaped like a little rocket with smoke coming out of it. It was probably to leave people unconscious. She had never seen this weapon on Heron’s hands before and for a moment she wondered what else she managed to come up with since the last time she saw her.

This was her mistake.

Heron used the moment to slip out of the agent’s grip and run the other way.

Beakley cursed herself for it and gave chase.

“Stop this, Heron! You’re obsessed!”

Heron obviously did not have a lot of room for talking, being the one followed. But she could never resist a conversation, Beakley had found.

“I’m the obsessed one?! You’re the one chasing me across borders! In fact, I must be a pretty big deal for you to always get so worked up about me.”

She slid onto the ground, arriving at one of two boxes she had fixed to the ground. Before she was able to fumble with it, Beakley caught up to her.

She tackled the scientist, making sure her hands were far from the contraption. These must be bearing the fireworks she had talked about. Being so close, she took note of something metal wrapped around the woman’s torso. Another weapon? Whatever it was, she would make sure it would do her no good.

“Obsessed? Your attention stunts are a nuisance at best. I'm just the one cleaning up your messes.”

She couldn’t believe a woman like her was accusing an agent like herself of being obsessed. Far from it. This scientist with way too much free time on her hands was proving to be more annoying than Beakley would like to admit.

“My attention stunts? You got up here in a helicopter!”

“What other choice do you leave me?!”

Beakley was getting sick of this woman. She didn’t have time for this.

She pushed her, pinning her wrists to the ground. Help was on the way, but she would have Heron arrested before that.

And yet, to her surprise, she was met with a smile.

“Oh, pretty forward, aren’t we, 22?”

If Beakley had had to describe her tone, it would have been - flirty? That couldn’t be.

“What are you talking about?”

The smirk didn’t fade. “If you wanted me like this, all you needed to do was ask. I suppose, this is the city of love after all…”

Beakley wanted to loosen her grip, but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t let herself get distracted. This was just Heron’s way of attempting to throw her off.

“The only place I want you is behind bars. You are nothing but my assignment!”

Bentina held her stern gaze against the sudden fire in the scientist’s eyes.

“Oh, come on! Aren’t you having at least a little bit of fun? You chose this life the same way I did. Don’t you feel the tension?”

It was a trick. Beakley wouldn’t respond.

“Tracking down the enemy, trying to catch them, just barely having them escape, only for your paths to cross again next time?”

Now that made her take offense.

“I am NOT letting you escape.” To prove her point, her grip tightened.

Heron lifted her head slightly, looking even deeper into the agent’s eyes.

“Don’t be so sure, ma chérie.”

With these words, she took a breath and hit her elbow against her dress pocket, smashing something inside.

Before Beakley could realize what was happening, smoke started to rise from where she had aimed the hit. The same concept as the rocket.

As quickly as she could, Bentina also took a breath and held it. But it was a bit too late. She had to cough and let go of the woman underneath her to cover her face with her arm.

Naturally, this allowed the scientist to wriggle her way out of the position.

Beakley tried to grab her, but everything happened so fast, it was no use.

She heard something explode.

“I’ll see you next time, 22!”

The next thing she saw was Heron standing at the safety fence, having damaged the metal enough to break her way through it.

She had dropped her cloak and jumped off the platform.

Bentina stumbled towards the hole in the fence to discover that Heron had leapt and - taken flight. A pair of metal wings on her back allowed her to soar away safely.

She formed a fist and punched the still intact part of the fence. She had been so close.

Next time, she would get her.

She remembered what Heron had said about chasing the enemy. What would be fun about needing to take care of such a frustrating person’s messes?

She’d put an end to her. For SHUSH’s and everyone else’s sake.

I suppose this is the city of love after all…

The villain’s words echoed in her head. Maybe it was a bit for her own sake as well. And maybe this one time she would consider not including every part of a conversation in her misison report.

Maybe even she could make an exception once in a while.

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I don't know if it counts as light angst, but it was what i was originally going for, Beakley is so bitter...! <3 Once again, hopefully you enjoyed it either way!

Happy holidays 🎉✨

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fangirlstorycreator · 5 months

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Hey lovely can you write something about we are Terry's wife and we are pregnant and for the past few days we have been having contractions and just him comforting us and one night when we are lying In bed we have a really bad one and he just helps us through it like rubbing are back or stomach and holding are hand something just really fluff please and I'd you can could it be kk3 and ck terry

Absolutely I can do that for you anon, it's always a pleasure writing about Terry 😊💚 I apologise for the delay, I've only just been able to get internet back on my phone 💚

KK3 Terry:

This was your first pregnancy, and you had heard many stories from your friends or other women about their own experiences throughout pregnancy. Many said the labour was the worst part, others say the stretch marks and back pain, in my experience those pains were something you could cope with, but when it came to braxton hicks! That was another story. You were one week away from your due date, and you were starting to experience braxton hicks, they were terrible to go through. At first it wasn't so bad, but the pains gradually got stronger and stronger, and you thought you were going to possible go into labour. Of course you told your husband Terry, but he reacted in the way you knew he would, he panicked. He looked worried yet energetic, it was like he was a tight ball of nervousness. This was his wife and baby's health hear, and throughout the entire pregnancy, Terry had done anything and everything for you both. So when you told him you were feeling what you thought were labour pains, Terry went into over drive. He got you in the car, along with the hospital bag and all the essentials you needed for the birth within minutes. But when you arrived and got checked out, it was only braxton hicks. So you were sent home and told what the signs would be if it was labour, and to watch out for that before coming back, unless there was an emergency. So this went on for what felt like a very long time, and they were little intervals of hicks, uncomfortable and stoped you from doing anything, so there wasn't much you could do.

Towards the end of the second day, it was night time when you have had enough. The doctor recommended walking to ease the pains, but it wasn't working anymore, and you were lead down in bed feeling stuck. Terry walked in from his kang su do work out, and he looked heartbroken for you, he hated not knowing how to help you. He walked up to the bed and knelt down beside you, he held your hand and looked into your eyes with such worry and concern. "Can I do anything for you baby girl?" "I don't think so Terry" "Oh Y/N, I hate to see you like this. You don't deserve to go through this, your putting your body through the works to carry our baby" "It's one of the many things I knew I was getting into when we decided to be parents babe" "If I could trade places with you, I would in a blink of an eye. You look like your falling apart, I'm so sorry"

"Its all going to be worth it in the end Terry, when our little baby is finaly hear, he or she will just smile, and all of this pain will feel like a distant memory" "That's just one of the many things I love about you baby girl, your positivity in situations" "It's all I can do, because f#ck knows what else I'm going to do about it" You both share a giggle, just before you hold your lower belly and feel yet another hick. "Hhhsss!" "Another one?" "Yep...yet again" Terry rested his hand against your cheek and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Did you tell me to go and work out earlier because you didn't want me to see you like this?" ".....Partially....I just thought you might want a little time where your not worrying about me" "I worry about you no matter where I am or what I'm doing Y/N. Your carrying our baby, and your body is working over time. I just wish-wait! I have an idea! I'll back in a few moments baby, I promise" He smiles with his boyish charm and gives you a cheeky kiss before he jumps up and runs to the bathroom. You secretly think in your head "I wish I could jump up and run with that speed" Terry returned about 20 minutes later, looking like an excited boy who'd just been given a new toy.

"I have a suprise for you baby, let me help you up and I can show you" "Oh Terry, your not going to try and distract me with your ideas for multiply cobra kai dojo's again are you?" "No no baby, don't worry. I wouldn't put you through that again. I promise you'll enjoy it, come on" He helps you stand up nice and gently and holds your hand and his other arm supports your back as he leads you through to the bathroom. He has only gone and made a relaxing bubble bath for you with vanilla bath oils. He had lit coconuts scented candles, and sprinkled rose pettles in the bubbly warm water of the very large circular bath. He even put on some lovely background music, it was so inviting. After Terry helped you undress, he carried you into the bath and gently set you into the water so you were nice and comfortable. "This is wonderful babe, thank you" "I thought this would be nice for you baby girl, I'll be in with you, just a second..." Terry started undressing to get into the bath with you, but you couldn't help but watch. "Oh....you like what you see?" "Absolutely...why don't you undress a little slower for me?" He smirked as he did what he was asked, he pulled his white GI away from his chest, slowly revealing more and more of his muscular body. His broad chest, his strong biceps, and those muscles towards his groin.....it was definitely a great distraction.

Once he climbed in, he sat infront of you at first, giving you time to adjust to the temperature with out his body heat against you. "How are you feeling Y/N?" "The water is definitely helping, this was a great idea Terry. Thank you" "Anything for you baby girl"

His beautiful smile after he said that melted your heart, he always knew how to make you feel warm. Inside and out. "Now, let's get us both more comfortable shall we?" He slid over to you and maneuvered himself behind you, so your back was pressed against his chest. He held you in his arms as you feel so relaxed and pain free. His hands both move under the water and he gently strokes the area underneath your belly where the pains are coming from, it's like he is giving you a miniature massage in just that area. Your eyes flutter shut, and you rest your head against his chest and neck. You can feel his chuckle vibrate through you from where your lead on him. "Is that nice?" "Oooh you have no idea babe" He kisses your neck as he continues his little massage. "I have all the time in the world to make you feel better baby girl, and I will do this as much as you need until the big day when our little baby silver is finaly hear. I promise you that. I love you baby" "I love you too Terry"

CK Terry:

Regardless of weather you had tired feet, a headache or just simply didn't want to do something during your pregnancy, your husband Terry was always there to support and help you. Yes, Terry was older than you, and this was your first child for both of you. And Terry has wanted nothing more than his own family. He had married his bestfriend, and he loved you with all his heart. And now, with the baby on the way, everything was going to be perfect for both of you. Terry couldn't be more excited. The pregnancy had been quite normal, there weren't many issues apart from the morning sickness at the start. But once you started getting bigger, it was harder for you to do things. Terry would notice you struggling and he would instinctively take over to help you out. And once you were in the last 2 months, Terry wouldn't let you lift a finger. And to be honest, you were secretly glad. Just getting up off the sofa felt like hurdle. In your last month, you thought you were in the beginnings of labour when these uncomfortable pains started occurring, and Terry called in his doctor to the house straight away. He was a man who had connections pretty much everywhere, and he did of course have his own personal doctor and midwife waiting for when any issues were to occur.

So when he called the doctor, she came to the house and checked you, only to tell you that you weren't in labour, but were experiencing what felt like labour, and that was braxton hicks. She gave you tips on how to go through them, but you weren't in labour yet. That evening, Terry had of course made dinner, washed up, tidied the house and helped you with any issues you had. Including helping you take your shoes on and off, but to be honest, it was just slippers you could use now as they were much more comfortable. As you were sat up in bed reading your antenatal book, the uncomfortable pains kick in again, causing you to wince and squeeze your eyes shut. Terry walked in from having his shower, seeing you in discomfort. "Is it happening again sweetheart?" "Unfortunately yes....I've had enough of these pains Terry. I think I'd just prefer to go straight into labour. At least that's something that will lead somewhere, these braxton hicks are just annoying and uncomfortable" Terry removes his towel and changes into just a pair or pyjama trousers, leaving him shirtless with his towel over his shoulders.

He has sympathy in his eyes as he comes to sit next to you on the side of the bed, holding your hand in his.

"Would you like me to do something to help you sweetheart?" "To be honest, I don't know what you could do to help me with these" He gives you one of his warm smiles and strokes your hand with his thumb. "I have an idea, you stay there and I'll be right back" he says before leaning in and giving you a warm and sweet kiss. He leaves the bedroom and heads downstairs, you don't know what he's planning, but your praying that whatever he thinks might work, does work. These braxton hicks are really p#ssing you off now. When Terry comes back in, he has brought an array of things with him. A safe temperature hot water bottle, a mug of your favourite mint flavoured hot chocolate, some ibuprofen, some chocolate chip cookies and strangely, a bottle of massage oil? "Hear you go sweetheart, this medicine will help with the pains, and the hot water bottle is hear for you to put under your belly on the tender areas" "Terry you are the absolute best husband I could ask for" "Well, yes" This makes him chuckle, and he places the hot chocolate and cookies down beside you as you place the water bottle under your belly. "So Terry, I do have a question" "Yes?" "I understand the things you've brought to me, but not that massage oil. You know being intimate at this stage of pregnancy is difficult for me"

"Oh yes, I know I sometimes bring this into the bedroom before s#x, but that's not why I have it. I was going to give you a massage to help relax you instead. You've been so tense and pent up with these braxton hicks, I wanted to help you unwind" You don't answer, you just smile before pulling him in gently and kissing him to show him what all this means to you. "I love you Terry" "I love you too sweetheart" You repositioned in the bed as Terry puts his hair up in his classic pony tail and puts on his silk dressing gown.

You were now leaning against Terry's back when he sat down behind you and he was propped up against the bed with a pillow. Once you removed just your shirt, leaving your bra on, you took a sip of your hot chocolate as he rubbed the oil into his hands, warming it up. And once his big, strong and muscular hands touched your shoulders, he applied just the right amount of pressure to make you feel like you were melting in his hands. You let out a little moan of release and pleasure as he works on your shoulders and back, and he loves hearing that. "Is my beautiful queen enjoying that?" "Ohh you have no idea Terry" Once again he chuckles, and you could feel it as it vibrates through his chest into your back.

This whole moment was pure bliss, and the pains had stopped too, thanks to the bottle and medicine. After about half an hour, you were practically lifeless in his arms as your body was that relaxed, Terry just smiles and plants a kiss on your cheek as you rest against him and holds you in his arms. "You have magic hands Terry....of course I've always known that, but this is next level" "I can always see what you and your body need sweetheart, and yes....my hand have always known that too....maybe some time after the baby's born, I can take you out for a date night. And I can bring this oil with us....." "Now that, sounds like an offer I simply can't refuse"

#sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #kk3 #terry silver x reader

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Credit: The idea of Sebastian trying to climb the stairs to the female dorms while arguing with his romantic interest only to fall on his ass was from @kirke-is-my-name, who kindly gave me permission to write about it. ♥

The characters (other than my OC), places, and spells are all from Hogwarts Legacy.

All main characters have been aged up to 20 years old, since I’m an adult and don’t feel comfortable writing romance about teenagers. This is somewhat of a love triangle situation between Sebastian/my OC Séance/Ominis but will ultimately lead to Séance/Sebastian. Feel free to imagine yourself as the love interest, I don’t mind, I simply don’t like writing “y/n” stories as much. :) I also posted this on Fanfiction.net under the same username. Here's the link if you'd like to read it there:

Some parts are in Sebastian’s POV, some parts are from Séance’s POV. I do hope you enjoy despite the fact that I wrote this all in one sitting! ^~^

Word count: 4,616

Rating: T for a bit of cursing and sensual references.

Séance’s POV

“Séance, do you have a moment?” Ominis asked, catching up to me as I exited Professor Hecat’s classroom.

“Of course, what can I do for you, Ominis?” I replied, making a beeline for the edge of the hallway so others would pass us by.

Ominis shifted from foot to foot restlessly, and he adjusted the collar to his robe. “I was wondering- well, I just wanted to ask if you would like to join me at The Three Broomsticks this Friday after classes.”

“That sounds lovely,” I agreed, “will Sebastian be joining us as well?” Sebastian almost always accompanied us when we went to The Three Broomsticks, and on the rare occasion he didn’t, Natty, Imelda, or Poppy had tagged along.

“Not this time…I thought it could just be you and I this trip.” His cheeks appeared a bit flushed, but I attributed that to his rush to grab my attention after class.

“Well, that sounds just fine to me. I’ve got to stop by Tomes and Scrolls anyhow, so perhaps I’ll do so afterward.”

“It’s a plan then.” Ominis replied, a smile spread across his lips. “I’ll see you in final period.” He added before waving and heading off toward his next class.

I turned to make my way to the Herbology corridor.

Sebastian welcomed me with a grin and a quick wave of his hand as I entered the classroom, walking to my potting station adjacent to his.

“Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?”

“I’m excited for my next Crossed Wands duel. I’ve been practicing and I’m going to destroy Imelda.” The brunette chuckled, before glancing my way. “How are you? You’ll be there, right? This Friday afternoon.”

I froze, feeling guilty already. I hadn’t missed one of Sebastian’s duels yet, just as he hadn’t missed any of mine. “I’m so sorry Sebastian, I’m afraid I’ve already made plans Friday. I had no idea you were scheduled to duel.”

“Oh,” He replied, a disappointed expression on his face, “It’s alright, I understand. I guess I can’t expect you to be at all of them.”

“Maybe I can reschedule,” I began.

“That’s not necessary, Séance. If you’ve already made plans, then you should see them through.” He insisted.

“Alright then,” I replied uncertainly.

Professor Garlick then began rattling off information about the amazing Venomous Tentacula and its different properties, informing us that the plant could even be utilized in certain potions.

Sebastian’s POV

The remainder of the day passed, and I found myself simmering for most of it. I couldn’t figure out why, given that Séance had only made plans because she hadn’t been aware of my scheduled duel. Regardless, she had every right not to come. She had no obligation to me. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I still couldn’t help the way that I felt, even if my feelings weren’t justifiable.

I dragged myself to the male Slytherin dorms, dropping my bag to the ground with a loud thud. I defeatedly slumped onto my bed face-first, groaning.

“You seem to be in quite a mood.” Ominis said cheerily from his bed next to mine, and I jumped at the surprise of his company.

“Ominis! I didn’t know you were there.” I replied, rolling onto my back.

“Forgive me, I’d simply assumed that the person whose eyes worked would have seen me when he came in.” He quipped, chuckling.

I sighed, annoyed, even though I knew I’d usually have found humor in the situation and Ominis’ joke.

Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his face in my general direction. “Alright, what’s wrong? You’re usually mercurial but this is a new level of sulking, even for you.”

I groaned in irritation and waved him off even though he wouldn’t see it. “I don’t want to discuss it. Why don’t you tell me what’s got you so nauseatingly cheerful?”

Ominis grinned once again at the subject, and he clasped his hands in front of him. “If you must know, I’ve got a date this Friday.”

“A date? With whom?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. Friday was the day Séance had told me she had plans.

I mentally reassured myself that it couldn’t be her, because she’d given no implication that she was romantically interested in Ominis. In fact, she hadn’t seemed to take particular interest in anyone as of yet.

“With Séance. I asked her today after Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Ominis’ cheeks reddened and he continued to smile, evidently unable to wipe the dopey look off his face.

“That can’t be right, Séance doesn’t date. Everyone knows that.” I pointed out. Many men, and even some women, in our school had tried. She’d turned them all down, albeit gently. “And why didn’t you tell me you were going to ask her?”

“I suppose the right person just hadn’t asked her yet.” Ominis shrugged. “And I didn’t want to say anything until there was something to tell. Now there is.”

“You can’t date her!” I blurted out before clamping my mouth shut, resting my face in my palm.

“And why not?” Ominis replied defensively. His glare missed me by a couple feet, but I got the message.

“B-Because, it’ll ruin our friend group.” I said, scrambling for an excuse. Even to my own ears, it fell flat. “Besides, are you sure she even knows it’s a date? Did you explicitly ask her on a date?”

“Sebastian, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Ominis crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you’d be happy for me. And no, I didn’t say ‘Hey Séance, will you go on a date with me?’, but I did ask her to accompany me to The Three Broomsticks. When she asked if you were coming, I told her I would like for it to just be the two of us. I don’t feel I could have made it much more obvious that I was asking her on a date.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?!” I asked incredulously, despite absolutely feeling jealous.

“Because I know you used to like her, but that was years ago. I’d thought you had moved past those feelings.” Ominis countered, still looking indignant. “Apparently I was incorrect.”

“So I might have had some feelings when we first became friends, but that was so long ago! Things are different now.” As I spoke the words, I could feel that they were a lie.

“What stopped you from acting on those feelings back at the start, then?” Ominis asked. “You must not have liked her much if you didn’t bother making a move. That’s never been an issue for you with other women.” He pointed out.

“Because I liked Séance too much. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or destroy the group dynamic we have. I’m not great with women, I knew I’d fuck it up somehow, so I let it go.” I admitted.

“Did you? Let it go, I mean? Because it sure doesn’t sound like you ‘let it go’.” Ominis pursed his lips skeptically.

“I thought I had.” I admitted quietly. “But now I don’t know how I feel.”

“Well, you better figure it out, Sebastian.” Ominis said coldly. “Because I don’t want things to progress with Séance unless I know there’s nothing between you two on her end. You need to settle this.”

“How can you even like her?” I asked cynically.

“What kind of a question is that?” Ominis retorted. “You know how because you like her, too.”

“That’s not what I meant. You were vehemently against me using Dark Magic and were furious when I learned the Unforgivable Curses. How can you now seek the hand of someone who uses those very same Curses?”

Ominis was quiet for a moment, pondering this. “It bothered me too much at first,” He conceded, “But I’ve known her for so long now. She only uses those spells to protect and help others.”

“That’s the same reason I started learning them!” I exclaimed frustratedly.

Ominis sighed defeatedly. “I’m aware, Sebastian. I stopped raking you over the coals for that ages ago. Where is this coming from? You know you’re not going to talk me out of having feelings for her, right?”

I took a deep breath as well. “I know…” Standing up, I grabbed my book-bag off of the floor where I’d dumped it earlier. “I’m going to the library to study.” I told him dryly.

Séance’s POV

Ominis sat next to me in Defence Against the Dark Arts as usual, but he looked much more perturbed than he typically did.

“Is everything alright today, Ominis?” I asked him, whispering since we were supposed to be listening to Professor Hecat.

He continued looking forward but tilted his head toward me to hear more clearly. “I’m okay, but I think you need to speak to Sebastian.” Ominis murmured back, frowning.

My brow furrowed in confusion, “Why?” I asked him.

“I’ll not say more, you two need to have a discussion.”

And he stayed true to that sentiment, refusing to elaborate when I attempted to get him to throughout the class. The bells rang and the nervousness fluttering in my stomach became a full-on swarm as I made my way to Herbology class, knowing I’d see Sebastian there. I wondered why Ominis had said I needed to speak to him, and whether it was about something bad. Had I done something wrong, or was he still unhappy about me missing his duel?

I entered the Herbology room, my glance nervously flicking toward Sebastian. He was already seated, and even as I sat next to him, he refused to look at me.

“Hi, Sebastian…” I greeted him awkwardly.

“Séance.” He replied curtly.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to level with him.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” He replied flatly, still refusing to glance in my direction.

“Ominis told me I needed to speak with you. He wouldn’t say anything more than that.”

Sebastian laughed dryly, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did he now?”

“Okay seriously, Sebastian-” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“We should pay attention to Professor Garlick.” He stated dismissively, turning his gaze toward the red-haired woman.

My brow pinched in concern, and I frowned, “That’s a first” I muttered.

Sebastian never had an issue ignoring teachers in favor of chatting with me before. It was clear he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. After all, I’d offered to postpone my plans and he had declined. I didn’t feel I'd earned his ire at all. Then again, he was known to have a temper sometimes. I decided to shrug it off and assumed things would improve on their own. If he didn’t start acting normal by the end of the day, then I’d bring the matter to his attention again.

The rest of class passed without incident, but also without Sebastian so much as looking at me. As the bells chimed to signify the end of the period, Sebastian turned to leave but I gently grasped his forearm to stop him.

“Sebastian, aren’t we walking to the next class together?” I inquired. We had every other day, given that we shared the same final period, where we’d join Ominis as well.

“I’ve got something I need to do before going to class.” He informed me shortly, pulling his arm away and heading off.

I sighed, gathering my belongings, and walked toward Professor Sharp’s classroom for final period.

“Who put a broomstick in his ass?” Imelda asked, watching Sebastian’s back as he hurried off.

“I don’t know. I must have done something to anger him.” I shrugged, looking over at her.

“Can’t imagine what.” She said, smirking as if she knew something more than I did.

I looked at her suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Not much more than you do.” She replied, gesturing for me to enter Professor Sharp’s class ahead of her. I found Sebastian already seated. I felt my eyes narrow in irritation. He clearly lied about not being able to walk to class with me since he was here before me. I decided not to sit next to him and Ominis, and instead choose a station next to Imelda.

“So, you’re avoiding Sebastian now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Here I thought he was the one avoiding you.”

“Things are weird with him right now and I don’t know why.” I muttered, disgruntled. “I thought I should give him space until I figure it out.”

“I’ve an idea.” She smirked at me; a knowing glance shot my way.

“You do? What is it, then?”

“It’s because of your date with Ominis, of course.” She informed me flippantly with a wave of her hand.

I froze, squinting at her. “My what?”

She looked at me, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed “I heard him ask you out yesterday in the hallway. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone about it. I don’t care enough to anyway.”

My eye twitched as the synopses in my brain misfired. “I…I’m not going on a date with Ominis. He only asked me to The Three Broomsticks. We always go there together.”

“Alone?” She asked, putting an emphasis on the word.

I gaped at her in silence for a moment. “Well, no…”

“That’s what I thought.” Imelda made her point, tugging at the base of her top to adjust it.

“But why would Sebastian be treating me differently because of that?” I asked.

Imelda looked at me like I was a dolt and opened her mouth to answer, but Professor Black interrupted from right behind us.

“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t realize I was interrupting your social hour with my boring instruction. Shall I wait for your gossip about Mr. Sallow to conclude before I continue?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Both of us blushed, embarrassed at being confronted in front of the whole class. I knew my face was beet-red. Each of us muttered an apology.

“Ah, excellent.” Professor Sharp said and then retreated, continuing to teach. I couldn’t pay attention, more focused on Sebastian across the room and my thoughts of the situation at hand. I kept looking his way to see if he had a reaction to what our professor had said in front of the class. He met my stare a couple times, holding it for a few seconds, his face devoid of expression, before looking elsewhere.

‘That’s enough.’, I decided, ‘I’m talking to him after class’.

I had my supplies packed up before the bells even rang and sprang up the second I heard the first notes ring out. I saw Sebastian rushing to escape the classroom ahead of me, but I had been prepared for this and caught up to him.

“That’s it, you’re talking to me right now.” I commanded him authoritatively, grabbing his upper arm and pulling him back once we were far enough down the hallway.

With my hand on his arm, I could feel muscle that his robes hid well. In the last few years, he’d grown up quite a lot. He was now at least six inches taller than my 5’7 height, and I had to look upward to view his face. It was unlike when we first met, and our heights had only been centimeters apart. My hand, fully stretched, still didn’t even cover half of his bicep as I held onto it.

He turned to me, and his eyes flicked to mine, cold and dark. “Oh, am I?” He asked derisively, tearing his arm from my grasp. “And why should I do that?”

I blinked, caught off guard by this reaction. “Because we’re supposed to be friends.” I answered, desperately trying to figure out why he’d be this infuriated.

“Friends?” Sebastian repeated, his posture relaxing deceptively as he raked his hand through his messy brown hair. “I don’t think so.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice wavering slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked hollowly.

“A friend wouldn’t ditch me to go on a date with someone who’s like a brother to me!” His anger exploded again, and he paced back and forth, continuing to muss up his hair and make it even more wild.

“Sebastian…” I said softly, “I had no idea it was a date; you have to believe me.”

“Yeah, right!” He spat back, “You know what? I’m done with this conversation.” He stormed off, and I followed right on his heels.

I called after him several times, trailing him all the way to the dorms before he finally stopped to turn around.

“What do you want?!” He yelled; expression twisted in fury. “I don’t want to talk to you! I’m done with this, stop pestering me!”

I glared at Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. Stepping closer to him, I looked up at his enraged face.

“You’re really this petty? You’re going to end a four-year friendship over a misunderstanding? You have no right to treat me this way! Even if I wanted to go on dates, I could, Sallow. You don’t own me. You are so out of line it’s unbelievable.” I shouted, tears of frustration brimming my eyes. “I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian. Years, and you never did. I’ve turned down everyone else who asked in the pathetic hope that you might throw me a scrap of romantic attention. Meanwhile, I’ve had to stand by and watch you date a new woman every other month. So, you don’t get to do this. I’m the one who’s done.” I poked his chest, hard. “I’m done talking to you. And believe me when I say I’m done being friends with you, too.” I added, my voice trembling.

I turned and ran up the stairs to the female Slytherin dorm rooms, finally letting the tears fall onto my cheeks now that he could no longer see me.

Sebastian’s POV

“I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian.”

The words repeated themselves in my head several times before they fully registered. Why was I such an idiot? Why did I say I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore?

“I’m done being friends with you, too.”

My jaw finally shut, and I sprung into action.

“Séance, get back here! We’re not finished with this conversation!” I shouted after her, still clinging to my anger as I sprinted up the stairs.

Only, there were no stairs. It became a flat, slippery ramp and I stumbled back, sliding downward and finally landing on my ass. I grunted at the brunt of the fall, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. If that wasn’t a lesson in humility, I didn’t know what was.

“Impressive,” Imelda said wryly. “That’ll win her over for sure.”

She smirked at me, and I could tell she was holding back laughter. How gracious of her. I stood up again, my fists clenched.

“Will you please get Séance to come down here?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Why should I?” Imelda asked, that familiar judgmental tone in her voice. “It seems you’ve done enough already. You really messed this one up.”

“Please, Imelda, I’m begging you.” I stared at her, my expression hard and serious.

“Hmm…Alright. But only because you begged. I like Séance. I think she’ll be able to keep you in line. Someone has to.” She gave me an up-and-down glance then disappeared up the staircase.

I paced back and forth, awaiting Séance’s return at the bottom, our conversation on replay in my mind.

Séance’s POV

Imelda approached me, and I knew I looked like a full-on lunatic. I had tears running down my cheeks from when I was upset only a minute ago, but now I was also stifling laughter after what I’d just witnessed. Sebastian, fully in his rage-mode, getting dumped onto his ass by a magic staircase. I started chuckling all over again. There were too many emotions brewing within me. Embarrassment that I’d finally admitted my feelings for him, fear over what the things that had transpired between us would mean and how things would change moving forward, anger that he was treating me so poorly, helplessness over the entire situation, hurt that he tried to end our friendship over nothing, and humor over the staircase situation. I laughed again as I thought of it.

“I see you watched Sebastian’s staircase debacle.” Imelda said, a mirthful smile playing on her lips.

I smirked back at her. “It was quite a finale to a hellish display.”

She gave a bark of a laugh, then sat next to me on my bed, touching my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

I looked over at her, noticing for the hundredth time how pretty she was. For all her snark, surface-level narcissism, and detached demeanor, she was quite wonderful once you got to know her.

“Yes, Imelda, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She said, leaning further on the bed and crossing her legs underneath her. “Well, that and…”

“And what?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to take the edge off my headache. “What did Sebastian say to you?”

“He really wants you to go back down and talk to him. He literally begged me to come get you. As much as I usually love seeing a cocky, delusional man resort to begging, I did actually feel a bit bad for him.” She bit her index finger, looking off into the distance as she thought about it. “You are quite something to lose.”

“You should have heard the way he was talking to me, Imelda.” I refuted. “But thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.”

“I did hear him. Well, most of what he said, anyway. There’s a lot of passion in that man.” She grinned over at me. “That kind of passion transfers well into other areas, if you catch my meaning.”

I laughed a bit and then sighed, shaking my head. “Only you, Imelda.”

I blushed upon pondering what she’d said. Sebastian was nothing if not passionate.

“There is no one like me.” She remarked, her hand flat under her face to frame it and exaggerate her statement. “So, are you going to go talk to him?”

I groaned, tilting my head, and glanced toward her. “Should I?”

“I’ve got to say, I’m rooting for him. He’s got fire, that one. Men without fire are so boring.” She snickered. “Besides, you’re obviously mad for each other.”

My face reddened again as I opened my mouth to deny it, but I couldn’t. “How do you know?”

“Are you serious?” She scoffed, throwing her hand to the side in front of her. “For one, I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife. The way he looks at you- it’s like he’s a starving wolf and you’re a giant steak dinner.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes at her exaggeration.

“On a more serious note, I’ve observed both of you the last few years and you’re always taking care of each other. He’s loved you for a long time. Why do you think he dumps the girls he dates before things get too serious with them? Besides, even when others turned their backs on him, you never did. Why start now?”

Her last sentence rang in my ears, and I looked at her, shocked.

“What?! I do say something profound every once in a while.” She said defensively, raising her eyebrow at me. “What are you still doing here? Go, go. Get your man.” She shooed me away like a pet who was begging at mealtime.

“Alright.” I said, standing up. “And Imelda? Thank you.”

“It was nothing.” She waved me off as I left the room.

I silently made my way down the staircase, unsure if Sebastian would even still be waiting after so long. He was. I found him seated at the bottom of the stairs, against the opposite wall. His knees were bent, his elbows resting on them, and his long fingers wound through his hair. I could tell just by a glance that he was horribly upset. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Sebastian,” I said gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said immediately, the words flat. It was obvious he was beating himself up over it all. “For everything. I didn’t mean it.”

I leaned forward and took his hands, gently untangling them from his hair and holding them in my own. His stayed limp and pliant.

“Look at me.” I requested, squeezing his hands in mine.

He slowly turned his face upward, meeting my gaze. His irises were dark and murky, his cheeks and eyes rouged. I could tell he had shed at least a few tears. My throat felt tight at the realization, and my eyes began to water. Sebastian had cried because of me.

“I’m sorry, too.” I whispered. “I didn’t mean it either.”

He shut his eyes and shook his head for a moment before staring back into mine.

“For what?�� He asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who started everything. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I’m jealous.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I never would have agreed to go with Ominis if I’d known he looked at it that way. You know that.”

“I know…” Sebastian admitted, his brow furrowed as he leaned his head back to rest against the cool stone of the wall. He seemed to have no energy left in him. “But jealousy obviously isn't the most logical of emotions.”

“Why are you jealous?” I asked, wanting to know the extent of how he felt.

His head lulled forward, and he gazed up at me with an obvious expression, his brows lifted emphatically. “You know why.”

I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re really going to make me-”

In one quick movement, he’d leaned forward, simultaneously pulling my hands so I fell closer to him. His full lips claimed mine and he freed one of my hands, his interlacing itself in my hair as he held my head to his own. He pulled back an inch, and I felt his breath against my lips.

“I’m in love with you.” He murmured, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to be friends anymore because I want to be much more than that.”

My heart was hammering in my chest. I’d been waiting to hear those words, or any words like them, from him for so long. I leaned forward, kissing him once again. He reached around me and pulled my legs apart, tugging me onto his lap to straddle him as he deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, his thighs supporting my backside. His tongue danced with mine and I moaned softly against his kiss, my hands entangled in his hair. He gently bit my lip, one hand reaching around to grab my ass and hold me closer to him while the other remained cupping the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” I said so softly it was almost a whisper.

His coffee-black eyes flicked up and down my face, taking in every inch of it. He breath came and went quickly, and I could feel his excitement brush against me. I stroked his cheek, running my thumb along the spray of freckles there.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss me again.

“I’m really going to have to cancel that date.” I said and groaned, breaking off the kiss. I was already feeling bad for Ominis.

“Yes, you are.” He confirmed, laying me on my back and hovering over me, his strong arm underneath my waist to prop me up. He began kissing down the crook of my neck, then back up until he got to my ear. “Because you’re mine now.”

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Free Runner Ch 2: Pause Button

This turned out really effing cool--and Sun face reveal???? :o

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It wasn’t a sound like anything Sun had heard before.

A series of sharp, mechanical clacks–-down, forward, back, up–-and yet it sent something through him. Cold, sharp, and inexplicably almost wet. The sensation started in his core, somewhere between his power cell and the bioreactor, and swiftly flowed outward to his extremities like a flower unfolding from its bud, making him acutely aware of everything in his body. Background processes numbed, leaving only the awareness of the human, his brother, and the weapon.

The gun.

Run.

Some kind of inner feeling screamed at him to bolt. To make distance. To break line of sight.

Run.

She is going to kill you.

Yet she didn’t take aim. Rather, she spoke, her neutral tone making it impossible to tell if she was angry or curious.

“You wanna tell me a good reason for landing in my front yard?”

Just a few seconds passed but to Sun, it might as well have been minutes spent staring down this rather small, underdressed human he didn’t know. This strange feeling let him feel the faintest movement from Moon, barely a fingerbreadth from him, as his body tensed. Moon was going to jump. He could almost see it in his mind–-the step, the rush, the exact path his brother would take to disarm the human. With a slight start, Sun realized it was because Moon was thinking exactly that; no amount of intrusive thoughts would be so specific if it weren’t their Lock sending information to each other.

A twitch–-Sun grabbed onto his brother’s shoulder firmly, stopping him from executing his plan. Concerned, Moon’s gaze turned to Sun for just a second as the lanky robot stepped to the side, careful to hold his cloak closed and appear non-threatening. Rational thoughts had blinked by in the backmost part of his mind, a collection of small observations all linking together rapidly using the faintest threads of logic as a binder.

She was not aiming at them.

They had, allegedly, ended up in the human’s front yard.

They had woken up with their parts intact and batteries charged.

Whatever this was, a bluff or a threat, Sun couldn’t deny the reasonable conclusion that of course she would be armed. They were the strangers here. This was her territory.

He couldn't let Moon attack her for defending her territory.

Showing his free hand to be empty, Sun put on his gentlest smile and stood politely, giving a small bow of respect to the presumed estate owner. “Please, everyone.” He looked between Moon and the human, his hand barely touching his brother’s chest, a gentle effort to stop him from moving. “Let’s not do anything rash.”

The human quirked a brow at him but seemed to relax ever-so-slightly, their hands moving, creating another clack and rattle–-the chamber was disengaged, however her hands never left the ready position.

Moon, already a bundle of nerves and tension, wanted to snap–-to ask what in the actual halt Sun was doing-–but the pleading in his brother’s teal gaze, the gentle pressure against his chest, and the soothing ‘please’ managed to sand away the demand to attack, disarm and defend that had urged him to consider every way to rend that mechanical arm from the human woman’s body so she couldn’t fire her rifle as easily. If at all.

Shoulders squared with the confidence to speak that he always displayed, Sun continued, head high as he put himself between Moon and the human. “We’re sorry for arriving without… Well, anything. We didn’t know this place belonged to anyone and that we were trespassing.”

The woman listened, considering his words, before glancing down at her Sirius and twitching her chin as if pointing, her tongue making a faint click against her teeth. Obediently, the canine trotted forward, head down as it began to sniff and circle the brothers; they stayed as still as they could, each one clinging to the other’s elbow or hand where they could, waiting–praying, even–that it wouldn’t nip or jump on some unspoken command. To their surprise and relief, it did neither, finishing its assessment and simply tipping its head at them before turning and giving a soft urf, tail swishing once.

The human’s head twitched again, just barely, and the canine returned to its position, sitting comfortably. Eyes flashing to them warningly, she knelt and gave the robot a gentle rub on the face, her voice quietly murmuring, “Good boy, Rukbat,” before she stood up again, shouldering her gun at last.

Everything rushed out of Sun at once as the immediate danger seemed to pass, his knees buckling slightly; Moon also seemed to relax suddenly, groaning faintly as his coils and wires unclenched within his innermost structure, forehead pressed against Sun’s nape for mutual support. Diplomacy had succeeded somehow. At least for the moment.

“Come on.”

Her voice roused them from their relief-stricken stupor, getting them to stand straight once again. The Sirius unit was on its feet, tail swaying slightly and tongue lolling in a simulated pant; it was relaxed now. A good sign.

The human motioned with her hand for them to follow, turning her back to them and heading back toward the stairs, her companion following at her heel eagerly. With little else to do, the brothers began to follow, taking the chance to genuinely look around and take in their surroundings. Briefly, Moon considered now being a perfect chance to get the jump on her and make a break for it, but he knew that would be wrong; despite the rocky meeting, even he knew logically her actions made some amount of sense and were, to a degree, hospitable. Even with his memory being faulty at the moment, he had a faint feeling that it wasn’t due to this human, and that she must be why they were charged at all to begin with. Clearly, she was granting them a chance to say their peace before judging them, which was respectable–-however the idea they might have gotten ripped apart for resources and been unable to do anything about it wiggled its way into his thoughts, taking root deep in his screaming worries.

He couldn’t be sure that still wasn’t a possibility.

Carefully, the duo ascended the stairs, Sun first with Moon tailing behind; the taller of the two had his eyes fixed on what was ahead and around him, marveling at the way the aurora’s light filtered in through the leaves overhead. The yard was little more than a clear space between trees, worn down in places by many, many footsteps training the grass to grow bent over, almost telling a story of the activity it had experienced; from the deck, Sun could see the glittering of a small lake just beyond the tree line directly across from them. How marvelous!

Moon was more focused on the small details, eyes down as he followed the seams and bolts underneath the moss and dirt with his sharp gaze. This staircase was rough, very clearly hand made and slapped together from whatever metal was on hand-–though it fit in rather well as he peered up from the stairs and saw an entire structure built into the great tree they were under. Similarly paneled and messy, with off-colored sheets of something or other disrupting the uniformity of what, at one time, must have been a proper house, he assessed the round bungalow with its spacious deck and sloping roof as heavily lived in, but not neglected. This human had lived there for some time, he felt, and pondered if the patch job was her handy work or if it had come that way.

The pair stood, back to back, each gazing at a different area of the ‘estate’ they’d found themselves in, before daring to glance at each other for opinions. Sun smiled a bit, seeming at ease, but Moon could only offer a tight, worried grin for a second before his brow furrowed as he focused on the human. Hospitality be dragged, he didn’t want to let his guard down just because they were being invited inside. The human had stopped at the foot of the next set of stairs which wound its way up toward the deck of the house proper, letting out a piercing whistle by bringing her robotic hand to her mouth; the sound was sharp and drawn out, ending with a high, quick chirp. Sun had turned just as she raised her hand, the sound startling him enough he backed into the rail and wobbled; Moon’s hand whipped up, grabbing onto his brother’s cloak front and pulling just enough that the orange and gold pole of a robot didn’t fall over the rail that barely cleared his hips. They shared a quick look of fear and assurance at the near accident before seeing the human move again.

Her whistle was answered swiftly by two small blurs of color leaving the house and arcing toward them; in the same moment, she had unshouldered her rifle and held it aloft, one foot taking her up the stairs steadily. It was a practiced series of movements, habitual it seemed–the avian of gold with magenta eyes flew over their heads with only the flutter of the air to tell it was there, talons grabbing onto the rifle and hauling it off somewhere up in the branches behind the house, never interrupting the rhythm of the human’s pace as she ascended the steps, the blurs orbiting around her like satellites, chirping and squeaking.

Faintly, the brothers thought they saw kindness in her eyes as she spoke quietly to the specs of color, but it was short lived as her gaze turned to them where they still stood, waiting on the deck for further invitation. The spots of color perched on the human’s head for a moment before floating toward them, moving in sync like coordinated dancers; they twirled around each other once before pulling apart and choosing the pair to approach more closely. To Sun went the pink one, its head framed with round, soft petals of fabric in pink, yellow and light blue, eager eyes twinkling with curiosity and friendly light.

It peeped at him, circling his head once and turning a summersault, floating just close enough to touch his nose if it wanted. So small, so cute-–! He couldn’t help a smile.

Moon was met with a more cautious purple and maroon spot, its motions as careful as its amethyst eyes in its observations. He kept his focus on it as it slid to one side slowly before arcing over his head and down, urging him to try and find it but it kept itself just barely out of his peripheral as it circled until drifting back into view once more. It simply hummed at him, and he couldn't help but feel it was unimpressed somehow.

The human gave a command from the patio above, her canine sitting at her feet and watching; she seemed somewhat amused as she spoke, “Girls, go ahead and give them tower access. I feel like they’re going to be here a while.”

The pair both chirped, choosing a shoulder of each of the boys to sit on, the tips of their tails flickering. At the same moment, Sun and Moon both received prompts from external sources.

//CONNECTION ESTABLISHED// //neb_sd%twii/j/_admin/ >>Access key pending acceptance_ //neb_sd%laa/j/_admin/ >>Access key pending acceptance_

Immediately, they knew the IDs of these little things were Out of Market codes–third party work, usually considered a hazard to interact with, as they were often unprotected and rife with bugs and scrapped, outdated code. However, they didn’t have much else to work with, so with some hesitation, they both granted permission for the little things to send them the passcodes they offered. The transfer was instantaneous, files moving and unzipping, sorting, unfolding in fractions of seconds.

//DATA TRANSFER ACCEPTED/ ??Unknown user detected/ >OVERRIDDEN_ /System updated/tower detected/attempting sync_ … /Sync completed_ >New profile updated_ >Admin access approved/tower J-BBW%net%loc%003576// >Location data [REDACTED]_

Moon’s brow creased with concern at the lack of location data, but more he was worried with how easily these third party companions were able to forcibly override his own command system attempting to block them out. That wasn’t something even a normal In Market Stardust should be able to accomplish.

It struck him then how bizarre this was as he watched Sun, seemingly unperturbed by the ordeal, coo and prod the pair of pocket computers that had started to circle him. Naturally, Moon thought, he always was more popular with others. He tried not to let it bother him-–it simply was how they were meant to be, especially with Sun’s naturally friendly, open personality.

He returned to the moment of oddness. A human living alone in a makeshift house, with two oddball Stellaris units and two Stardust companions with features that rivaled the Quicksilver standard of processing power, living in the jungle somewhere using a remote, third-party tower that had its location data hidden behind admin permissions and masks? Clearly this was someone who didn’t care for interaction. It might explain the threat of being gunned down-–yet it made him wonder more why she bothered to help them if she was so determined to live off the grid with her pets, even insinuating they would be staying a while. Was it merely good will or were they being baited into something he couldn’t figure out?

Moon scowled.

The human seemed amused with his sour expression, cheek resting on her hand with a small grin visible, even from where he stood.

“Don’t be grumpy, I just gave you access to my tower,” she mused at him. “Consider that a gift.”

“Did you want me to thank you?” he fired back without second thought, the barb sneaking out of him before he could consider a polite answer.

This confused Sun, who had both of the teeny computers perched on his head now, making themselves at home. “Moon?” he wondered, concerned about the snappy attitude his brother was displayed out of nowhere.

“What?” he hissed back, eyes flicking between Sun and keeping an eye on the human, who didn’t seem to be moving.

“Don’t be rude, she’s helping us.”

“Is she, though?”

The canine’s head perked up at the human’s feet, which got her attention, appearing to be listening for something before turning back to them and standing up. “Come on up,” she waved her hand for them, the cool edge leaving her tone for a moment, “let’s talk like normal people.”

Moon narrowed his gaze suspiciously as Sun answered for them, “That would be lovely!” and taking the lead, looking back to his brother with pleading eyes when the darker of the duo hesitated. Holding his hand out, Sun waited. After a moment, Moon heaved a sigh and took it, the pair locking wrists in solidarity as they continued up, Sun being mindful of the little ones hitching a ride as well as the draping of his cloak to keep himself covered. Unbothered, Moon simply shrugged his cloak to be slightly crooked on his shoulders, which let it hang and cover himself without fuss, though it left one leg exposed somewhat.

A familiar feeling, in a way. One he hated somewhere in the depths of his corrupted memories.

With patience, the human waited for them at the door of her home, showing them into the simple abode with little fanfare; the halls and walls were all curved to match the shape of the house itself, windows breaking up the outer wall here and there by letting in natural light where possible. They were rather bare, Sun noticed, the little ones on his head deciding to float off somewhere into the unfamiliar space just then, the monotony rarely broken up at all by anything that wasn’t a panel or seam of some sort. Devoid of pictures, decorations or anything that would lend them some idea of who their host was, he felt this was, in some way, its own indicator of their person.

It was a very lonely house, he felt.

This thought didn’t cross Moon’s mind, however, as he was busy noting the doors and windows they passed, making a mental map he could mark for possible exit routes. Not that there were many, it seemed. The house wasn't grand or complicated, seeming perfect for one person to live comfortably, give or take, but certainly no penthouse.

Nor sprawling estate.

They came to what felt like a kitchen, following the human through an archway that opened into possibly the most cluttered, lived-in space yet. Jars, bowls, pans and Azil-knows-what else littered every bit of surface available, and yet it felt intentional somehow, between the hanging bunches of herbs and vegetables on the ceiling to the stacks of boxes and books that made crooked towers at the edges of the cupboards and counters. It was absolutely not what they expected based on the outside of the house, and yet it was inviting. Comfortable, even.

Something boiled and bubbled away on a stove top that the human tended to, giving them a gesture to get comfortable at the large, wooden table taking up most of the space in the middle of the room. “Go ahead and sit, if you can find a place.”

Buried among the piles of stuff were mismatched stools just big enough for the brothers to use. Not comfortably, but it held against the weight of metal and machine well enough.

The human, her name yet to be known, milled about, pulling out three mugs and scooping a mixture into them before filling them with whatever was boiling. A floral aroma wafted over shortly after, letting them know it was some form of tea; she stirred and brought the mugs to the table, pulling a jar between them with some kind of sweetener in it, letting them fix their cups how they liked. Sun held his lightly, enjoying the warmth and scent, but Moon, ever cautious, only kept his hand on it out of politeness; she’d kept them in line of sight and didn’t seem to add anything to any cup but he wasn’t risking it until she’d taken a drink herself.

Using a stack of journals and loose papers as a seat, the human finally planted herself a safe distance from Moon, one knee hiked up and the other laid half-crossed as she grasped her mug of tea–no sweetener–watching them. Sun wanted to try his, but knew not to until Moon indicated such, feeling his brother’s warnings buzzing in the backmost area of his mind like bees. Thankfully for the growing silence, she did take a sip before sighing, which was confirmation enough that she hadn’t tried to corrode them with something inedible.

“Alright,” she said finally, eyes glancing back and forth between them, “so… normal people talk.” Moon grunted over his mug, eyes fixed on her, while Sun simply enjoyed the aroma a bit more. “I am sorry for the rough introduction, by the way. Sort of.”

Snorting, Moon grumbled, “Wasn’t much of an introduction.” Sun frowned at him before taking a sip and deciding to add sweetness to it.

The human stared a moment, as if realizing they hadn’t shared names yet. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry about that, too, I got a little… caught up in making sure you weren’t going to, you know, kill me or something.”

“You?” Moon’s tone was astonished and a bit sarcastic. “You were afraid we were going to kill you? With what?”

“It’s perfectly reasonable–” Sun started, but he was cut off by the human speaking.

“You mean other than your lethal tone?” Her voice said it was a joke but her face said it was an accusation, the words coming out with a matched amount of sarcasm to Moon’s barb, making him scowl. “Probably the fact you’re both 7-something-foot-tall robots that I don’t know who are, by all accounts, probably able to break my limbs just by swatting at me too hard?”

Moon glanced away, knowing she had a point, but Sun was quick to deny such a thing. “We would never–!”

She held her hand up to calm him, waving down his correction. “I can tell that much now, don’t worry.”

“Can you?” Moon asked, still laced with sarcasm.

Sun snipped gently, “Moon,” to try and get him to stop his tone but couldn’t do much for it, the pair exchanging expressions for a moment.

The human watched them with some amount of curiosity, her brow raised. “Moon?” she repeated, getting them out of their silent back and forth.

“Oh!” Sun blurted, clutching his cloak shut when it fell open. “Yes, this my brother, Moon.” He gestured, Moon only giving a small dip of his head before Sun placed his hand over his own chest, “My name is Sun.”

She stared, brow knit. “Mh.” The pair felt confused by her reaction but she didn’t say anything else, swirling her mug and taking a sip as she mulled them over. “My name’s Jenn.”

Finally, Moon huffed to himself, adding her name to the mostly empty profile in his head.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Jenn!” Sun said, his radials shifting and shimmering slightly with his genuine happiness to know her name.

“So…” The human-–Jenn–-placed her mug down on the table and pulled both her knees up, squatting on the pile of books.

“Why are you sitting like that?” Moon wondered before she could finish whatever she was saying.

“Like what?”

“Like a goblin.”

Tersely, Sun chastised him again. “Moon! That’s not polite!”

“She is, though!”

Jenn stared at him, unbothered. “In my house, I sit however I want.”

“That can’t be comfortable.”

“Says you.”

Sun tapped his hand on the table to interrupt what felt like a potential petty argument when he saw them glaring too hard for a bit too long at each other. “Jenn… you were saying?”

She broke eye contact first, which gave Moon a small but smug sense of victory. “Right. So… what’re a Sunrise and a Moondrop doing wandering the jungle so far from all the cities?”

The boys stilled, pondering what to say.

What could they say?

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