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Drunken Confessions - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader (1st POV)

Summary: The boys and reader are out for a night of fun and drinking that leaves the reader with little to no memories of what happened after she had a drinking contest with Babe. As things slowly start to drift back to her, she remembers one thing clearly; she spilled her true feelings about Bill to someone. But who did she tell?

Warnings: none really, cursing per usual. No use of y/n or physical description. She/her pronouns.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt2: This turned out longer than I thought it would starting out, but I let the fanfic gods guide my fingers and here we are, haha. If anyone likes this enough, I have an idea of a next day smut part 2 I can write. Comments, likes, and reblogs make my day. Thanks for reading!

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I wasn't sure what made me wake up. Maybe the skull splitting headache, or maybe the sun shining through the blinds hitting my face, or maybe the way I'd sell everything I owned for water or maybe my bladder being so full that a single sneeze would cause a mess. Whatever the reason, the barest of movements to open my eyelids made me want to die instantly. The only motivation I could grasp onto to get up was to empty my bladder. Dying from a hangover is one thing, dying in my own piss is not something I could ever live with. The logic of my thought made no sense, but what the hell did I care as I practically crawled to the bathroom.

Once I was relieved and able to draw the last bit of strength I had to splash water on my face and half-ass brush my teeth, I made it back to my bed with a little more dignity. Okay, it was still on my knees but at least I wasn't crawling. A win is a win. A full glass of water on my bedside table catches my eye and I down it quicker than I've ever done before, well except for maybe the drinks last night. How did this get here? No way I was coherent enough to pour a glass of water for myself to wake up to.

As I got more situated in the bed, very much facing away from the windows because I couldn't bring myself to gather any more will power to close them more properly I couldn't stop thinking about the glass of water. And then it hit me that I was not in my dress from the night before or even just my underwear but pajamas. Being aware of how little my brain and motor skills actually worked together when I'm more than tipsy, these things stood out. What the hell happened last night? I tried to focus on my last memories of the previous night hoping that would shed some light on my current situation.

~~ last night ~~

"Oh come on! Are y'all scared to lose to little ole me?" I smiled sweetly to the table, making my southern accent a little heavier to hopefully sway one of them to take on my challenge.

"None of us would lose against you, doll. We just don't want to deal with you tomorrow morning." Toye said, motioning around the table before pointing his finger directly at me. I rolled my eyes and leaned a little closer over the table.

"Nah, I'm sweet as pie darlin'. I think y'all don't want the news spreading that someone in Easy Company lost to a little farmer girl." I smirked at Toye and the rest of the men, daring them to deny it.

"Fuck it, I'll do it." Babe shot up from the end of the table and made his way over towards my section. I beamed at his cocky smiled and made shooing motions to Luz and Perco to make space so he could sit across from me. With a nod to Liebgott, I watched him go off to grab us our first rounds of beer.

As Liebgott made his way back holding two beers, I see Bull, Martin, and Bill following him from the bar.

"The fuck are you doing?" Bill's eyes bounced back and forth between me and Babe. Unsure of who was directing the question to, I shrugged and decided to answer.

"Babe thinks he can handle a drinkin' contest with me." I shoot Babe a wink as he narrows his eyes a little at me. I look back up to Bill when I hear him curse and turn more fully to Babe.

"Haven't I taught you anything? Don't start shit you can't win." He's poking Babe in the chest with every other word, making the other bat his hand away.

"Who says I ain't gonna win? Look at her, she's like a flower. This will be over by the third beer." Babe sits up straighter, setting determined eyes on me. He starts to look more annoyed than ever when Luz, Bull, and Tab start laughing.

"Anyone else, I'd say you had a chance. But she," Tab throws his arm over my shoulders, jostling me into his side, "has come the closest out of all of us to beating Bull. She lost, but damn it was amazing to watch." I give Tab a playful shove, righting myself back to a sitting position.

Babe's face has paled a little but somehow manages to look even more determined to see this through. "I'm still in."

"Perfect!" I smile at him, raising my glass to cheers him. "If I win, you have to be my shadow all day tomorrow to take care of me. If I win, you can get my cigarettes for the next two supply packages."

"Deal." Babe cheers me back, and we take our first sips of beer simultaneously. Bill looks beyond annoyed, muttering 'It's your funeral' and starts back to the bar. Bull sends me a wink, Martin a smile, and then follow behind Bill.

"Buckle up, Philly boy. You're in for a ride." I shoot a final wink at him, and then start inhaling my beer. Babe's shocked face and scramble to follow my lead is the last full coherent memory of that night.

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I groan in frustration as the rest of the night seems to dissolve from my mind and I can't comfortably say I know what is fiction and what really happened. I have a vague feeling dancing with Tab, Luz and Toye probably happened. Drinking usually turned to dancing in my case. I prayed that singing at the bar with Malarkey and Muck was fiction. It feels like a huge gap is missing after that (please be fictional) memory and then slivers of different memories start floating out. Suddenly I'm in a cold sweat as bits start floating in.

"He's alright but doesn't hold a candle to Bill. When he actually smiles, it's like seeing the sun shine."

"You can't tell him any of this. Swear it."

"No, I know his eyes and yours are too dark. His are warm and beautiful with small flecks of gold in them. I could drown in those eyes forever."

Fuck me, fuck my parents for having me, fuck my grandparents and ancestors for having them, fuck fuck fuck. I take it back, I'd happily sing drunk songs with Malarkey and Muck for the rest of my life if I can take those words back. And just when I thought my life couldn't get worse, I shot up in bed and another fact hits me...I don't know who I said all of those things to. FUCK!

Hours later, I'm still in bed trying to make myself remember anything about my mystery companion or at the very least come up a way to turn back time. Just as my stomach growls for the fourth time, there's a knock on my door and then it's swinging open. I jump up again for the second time that day.

"Hey sleeping beauty, how's the hangover?" Luz asks, all bright eyes and smiles as Babe follows behind him looking exactly how I feel. I shift up the bed to make room for Luz to sprawl out at the foot of the bed while Babe just curls into a ball next to me, back to the window and sunlight.

"I feel like death." I manage to croak out. It's the first time I've used my voice since passing out last night and you'd swear I smoked like a chimney from the sound.

"You look it too." Luz narrowly dodges the pillow I throw at his face. The movements cause Babe to give a pathetic whine and he curls up even more. "I don't know who pissed in your coffee, but this is not how a winner should be acting." I roll my eyes, smiling briefly as I get confirmation that I did win last night. My stomach growling again wipes it from my face.

"I'm starving. And if I won, that means you're my personal shadow all day today to help me feel better." I give Babe a small nudge, just enough to make him crack an eye open to look at me. "Y'all head down to the mess hall and get me two of everything while I get ready and meet you there."

After a few seconds of Babe making no moves to get up, Luz jumps up and all but starts dragging him towards the door. "Come on, Babe, you heard your mistress." Because his hands are full with Babe, he can't dodge the pillow I throw and gives out a low 'ow' as it connects with his face.

Just as they were about to close the door, I blurted out the question I've been trying to figure out. "Hey, who helped me home last night?"

"Not sure doll, I was playing darts with Martin, Bull and Babe." Luz almost had the door closed when he poked his back back in. "Why do you ask?"

I shrug, praying it comes out nonchalant while I'm dying inside. "Just needed to ask them a question. I think I lost something on the way home and just wondered if they knew about it." Something being my dignity. "Don't worry about it, I'll figure it out. Thanks." With a nod, Luz closed the door and left me to agonize alone.

The rest of the day was the most frustrating day of my life. Not because of the hangover, that started feeling better after I got some food and water, with a splash of hair of the dog, in me. Babe started to perk up too but was still definitely battling it so I took mercy on him and let him go back to sleep until his turn for patrol that night. I had the day off from helping Nixon censor mail and finalize reports so that didn't add to my frustrations. No, all of my frustration was because I spent the whole day tracking down the guys and asking who helped me home. They all gave the same answer: wasn't me.

Through my investigating, I was able to piece a loose timeline of the night. Once our game was over, I started dancing with Tab, the next song went to Luz, and I somehow managed to drag Toye out for the one after that. Once they all declined another song, I went to the bar to get another drink and ended up singing two bar songs with Malarkey and Muck, who afterwards started up a card game with Toye, Tab and Penkala that went on the rest of the time. I apparently stayed at the bar, chatting with Bull, Martin and Bill till Luz and Babe came over and got them to play darts the rest of the night. Liebgott kept me company at the bar, making sure I started on water but eventually left to start flirting with the barmaid that kept making eyes at him. My last hope was Perco but someone told me he left before I did to get some sleep before his morning patrol.

Just as the sun started to drift down, I was at my wits end. As a last ditch effort, I decided to write up a timeline diagram to triple check that everyone was accounted for. Surely one of the guys was lying to me and waiting to use my confessions as leverage for something. I move everything on my desk to one side and start making my diagram. By my third review of it, I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something. So I write all of the men's names down and start checking them off as I mentally go over the stories again.

Luz...check. Bull...check. Perco...check. Babe...check. Liebgott...check. Tab...check. Toye...check. Muck...check. Malarkey...check. Martin...check. Penkala...check. There's no one left. I was just a lunatic talking to myself and somehow managed to get myself home and in bed like a sober person? Just as I was about to commit to believing that I realized I left one name off the list that didn't show up in anyone's story long enough to be crossed off. Bill...fuck.

I crumbled the paper and practically sprinted to my room, dodging soldiers and helpers like a madwoman. There was more foot traffic as the morning and evening patrol were switching foxholes and dinner was currently going. I managed to catch Babe on his way towards the mess hall and made him swear to tell everyone I was still feeling sick and would be in my room the rest of the night. Thankfully he was still feeling sick, so he took me at my word and didn't pay attention to my erratic behavior.

Back in my room I couldn't decide what I was more humiliated about; spilling my secret feelings about Bill TO Bill or being so drunk I don't know it was Bill I was even talking to. With a belly flop I landed on my bed, pressed my face into my pillow and let out a full body scream. Just as it ended there was a knock on my door.

"Go away, I'm dying." I moved my face to the side so whoever was there could somewhat hear me. It wasn't from drinking but hey, semantics at this point. The knock came again, this time more forceful. "Seriously, whoever is there just let me be." With a huff I push myself off the bed and swing open the door to reveal the cause of all my misery. Bill fucking Guarnere. Fuck me.

He's leaning against the door frame without a care in the world it seems and his signature smirk on his face. He'd never looked better. "You know my ma and sisters would come all the way over here and beat my ass if they ever found out I let a woman be miserable all alone. Especially without food." He raised a small bag to emphasize his point. Without waiting for me to answer, he brushed past me into my room and sat squarely on the bed, leaning against the wall, watching me.

Who knows how long it took my brain to send the right signals to make my body move, but eventually I broke our staring contest, closed the door and made my way to the bed. Because I was basically Nix's aid, I was able to get my own room but it was the barest of bare minimums. Side table, joining bathroom, and a bed against the wall. So the only place left to sit was on the bed with Bill, but I tried to put as much distance as I could so I sat crossed legged against the wall acting as the headboard and looked at the bag he still held.

"What's in there?" I decided the best tactic right now was to pretend nothing happened at all. So far Bill seemed to be of the same mind.

"Bread and some cheese. Didn't know how much your stomach could handle." He tossed the bag to me, nodding his acknowledgement to my quick thanks and I tore it open and started nibbling on the contents. After a few beats, he decided the best time to say something was when my mouth was completely full. "So...heard you lost something last night."

Next thing I know I really do feel like I'm dying as I choke on my bite of food, simultaneously batting away his hands that are trying to reach behind to pat my back. After I get small control over my breathing, I wipe the few tears that formed and down the rest of the water I had at my bedside. Two shaky breaths later all I can manage is squeaking out, "What?"

Bill looks at me with a sliver of concern that I'll start hacking up a lung again, but slowly his normal smirk starts to form and he leans back against the wall. "Luz said you were trying to figure out who helped you home last night because you lost something. Toye and Bull said you were pretty aggressive in your questions about everyone's activities last night. If you haven't figured it out already, I was the one that helped you get home from the bar but I don't recall you losing anything." His posture was relaxed, even lazy, but his eyes were hard and jaw was set. Challenging me to make the next move.

I cleared my throat two times, before I forced myself to speak. "Yeah, I actually figured it out a little bit ago." Bill inclined his head towards me, indicating that he wanted me to elaborate on the 'losing something' part. "I, uh, well I was just trying to figure out who helped me and didn't want Luz asking a million and one questions so that seemed the best answer."

"Why didn't you come find me once you figure it all out?" One thing about Bill Guarnere, he never pulled punches and was a hound dog when he set his mind to something.

"No reason...I, uh, well I just..." I turned all my focus on the crumpled paper bag in front of me so I didn't catch his eyes and completely spill my guts. Sober this time.

"Ah come on sweetheart, cat got your tongue now?" He moved to lean down on his arm, shifting closer to me. "Let me help you remember." With that damn, sexy smirk Bill started recounting the night before to fill in the blanks.

~~ last night, Bill POV ~~

I haven't taken my eyes off her all night. If anyone asked I'd say it was out of concern for how much she drank and watching out for a fellow soldier. That was partly true, but the majority was being jealous. Jealous for how easy she laughed and touched and moved with our friends. Don't get it twisted, we are friends too, closer than most of them but it's not as carefree as these moments I'm witnessing.

It can't be carefree because if I let my guard down for one second I'd spill my guts about how she makes me feel. How everything fades out around the edges when she gives that million dollar smile and her eyes crinkle a little at the sides. How I would do anything stupid again and again to make that little snort come out when she's laughing too hard and can't help it. How I want to protect her from this war so damn bad so I never have to see pain in her eyes. How I'd fight the entire Kraut army for the chance to kiss her just once and hold her in my arms.

But I can't say any of that because I'd rather suffer in silence than risk losing her from my life, even as just a friend. So I stay silent and keep watch as everyone around me enjoys their night without a care in the world, not knowing that my entire world is sitting at the bar alone.

She's just started on a second glass of water when some guy from Fox Company slides up next to her and starts talking. Whatever he said has her turning in her seat to point in the direction of Liebgott that left her for some barmaid. While she's focused on where Liebgott is, I'm focused on watching the guy shamelessly check her out. I down the rest of my beer, shove the glass into Luz's hand and march straight over to the bar before any of the guys can ask what I'm doing.

I make it over just as their hands connect and I can hear them exchanging names.

"I can't believe someone as beautiful as you is here all alone." I'm going to brake this guys jaw.

"She's not alone, private." I push myself to my full height and use my Sergeant's voice. This makes him stand up straighter and drop her hand.

"Bill!" She says my name with so much awe and happiness, as if she hadn't be around me in some fashion throughout the night. Being to drunk to care about policy or decorum she wraps her arms around me and gives me the prettiest smile.

"Hey sweetheart," I give her a soft smile back and wrap one arm around her shoulders, keeping her where she is. I look back at the private with a hard glare and raise an eyebrow. "Need something?"

"No sir, I just came to grab a drink. I'll, uh, I'll just get one over there." He practically runs to the other end of the bar, avoiding anymore eye contact.

A soft giggle, makes me look back down and smile again. "What's so funny, doll?"

"You didn't need to scare him, we were just talking." A piece of her hair falls against her cheek when she laughs again. I move it behind her ear, letting my finger graze her cheek before I answer.

"He wanted to do more than talk, believe me."

"What would I do without Bill Guarnere as my knight in shining armor." The smile she sends up to me is nearly enough to send me to my knees right then and there.

I wrap my other arm around her and drop a quick kiss to the top of her head. "You'll never have to find out, sweetheart. I'm always gonna be there." We stay like that for a minute, which isn't nearly long enough before I say, "Come on, lets get you to bed or you're gonna be dyin' tomorrow."

She manages to be get off the barstool and walk out of the bar so efficiently I wonder if she really is as drunk as I thought, but that hope is dashed once she stumbles over air and starts laughing. I can't help but laugh with her as I grab her hands to steady her.

"We should go dancing." She suddenly says and tries to get me to spin her.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Besides you probably want Tab for that, seems to be your favorite dancing partner. Always smiling at you and everything" I meant it to come out as a joke, but it sounded more bitter that anything. Thankfully she was in her own thoughts and didn't pick up the edge to my voice.

"He's alright but he doesn't hold a candle to Bill. When he actually smiles, it's like seeing the sun shine." She says it like it's a known fact and the most natural thing in the world for her say. It stops me dead in my tracks, which stops her because we are still holding hands.

"What did you say?" I tug her a little so she's turned around and looking at me. She gives a small shrug.

"Tab is cute and sweet but he's not Bill. I'd kill to dance with him and make him smile. It's so rare and makes my whole day when I can cause it."

"Sweetheart, you do know I'm Bill." I wait for the lightbulb to go off as she takes a step closer and looks at my face.

"No you're not, you're eyes are too dark."

"They're the same as they've been my whole life."

"No, I know his eyes and yours are too dark. His are warm and beautiful with small flecks of gold in them. I could drown in those eyes forever." She lets go of my hands and starts walking off to her billet. I know I have the goofiest smile on my face as I watch her, before it's wiped away by the realization that she can't remember who I am. Of course I finally get the girl of my dreams to confess her feelings for me and she doesn't even know it's me she's talking to.

Just as I'm catching up to her, trying to figure out what to say, she turns to me with a panic stricken face. "You can't tell him any of this. Swear it." She grasps my hands again, squeezing for dear life.

"Your secrets safe with me, sweetheart." I do my best to give her a comforting smile to ease her panic, which seems to work. We don't talk anymore the rest of the way to her billet but we do hold hands the whole way.

Once we are in her room, I can tell she's losing consciousness quickly. I find some pajamas for her to change into, helping just enough to make it easier for her change without seeing or touching anything inappropriate. As she finishes changing and crawls into bed, I fill up a glass of water and set it on the bedside table. I take one final look around to make sure she's comfortable and settled in properly before dropping a kiss on top of her head and heading to the barracks for some shut eye before my patrol.

~~ End of Bill's POV ~~

I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment after Bill tells me the conversation we had. My eyes are firmly planted on the bag in my lap, that I've all but turned into confetti. I feel him shift on the bed again, so he's seated right next in front of me, but I can't bring myself to meet him gaze. His eyes never left my face the whole time he recounted everything and I'm too scared to look and see what emotion I'll find there. Amusement? Pity?

The decision is taken away from me when one of his hands cups the side of my neck and tips my head up to finally meet his gaze. There's a lot of emotion in his eyes, but I can't pinpoint what it is, which scares me even more.

"I'm sor-" I start to say but get cut off.

"Did you mean it?" His voice is soft but firm. He's not going to drop this and seems to be holding his breathe waiting for my answer.

"Yes." The word is barely more than a whisper but I know he heard it from the smile that takes over his face. Next thing I know he's leaning the rest of the way into my space, tilting my head to the side and softly pressing his lips to mine.

My hands reach up to fist his jacket, pulling him closer and the smallest whimper comes up when he nips at my bottom lip. My reaction seems to be all the go ahead Bill needs as he focuses on pulling me so we are flush against each other while taking possession over my mouth. At some point we rearrange ourselves to be laying on the bed, him draped over me like a second skin.

Our kisses between slow and languid to passionate and slightly frenzied. We don't know how long we stay like that, minutes or hours, but when we part our lips are swollen and we are breathing hard. Bill rests his forehead against mine and nudges my nose with his.

"Can I stay the night? No funny business, I just...now that I have you in my arms, I don't want to let you go just yet." He places soft kisses on both my cheeks and then my lips, looking at me with his heart in his eyes.

"I never want to be anywhere except your arms, Bill." I nudge his nose back and return the kiss he just gave. The smile he gives me has my heart melting and my lungs forgetting to breathe.

A few small kisses later, we've arranged ourselves into more comfortable positions; him on his back, me all but laying on top of him, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Slowly we drift off to sleep with smiles on our faces thinking the same thing:

We have our whole world in our arms.

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Hospital Wing Hermits

gif credit: @handknit on wattpad

pairing: Neville Longbottom x year younger!reader

summary: From Neville's second year at Hogwarts to his last, his most memorable times with you have been spent in the hospital wing.

genre: fluffiness all round, slight angst at the end... but only a little, slow-burny

warnings: this fic is so soft that you will potentially combust, slight swearing, SO MUCH hand holding, the reader is an oblivious goofball until she's not, kissing, talks about illnesses and injuries, blood and boogers

words: 6k

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Neville's 2nd Year

Clutching onto Madame Pomfrey is nothing new to Neville. In the middle of the night, however, is a different story. The Nurse coos whenever the boy makes the slightest sound of pain, holding him up as not to put anymore pressure on his right foot.

"We're just about there, dear. Come on, just a few more steps..."

Leading him to the middle of the hospital wing's room, she then guides him onto an untouched bed, and immediately slides a pillow underneath his ankle. A spot of light on the opposite side of the room does not go unnoticed to either the woman or boy as soon as they had entered the room.

Neville rubs his eyes, squinting at the strange glowing mound of sheets. He watches as, with a sigh, Madame Pomfrey marches to the other preoccupied bed and pulls over the white covers to reveal you, a sheepish looking girl.

Under the light of your wand, your face looks puffy, lips and nose chapped, hair amuck. You cough into your elbow and smile a toothy innocent smile, batting your big eyes at the woman, silently pleading your innocence.

Pomfrey, however, does not play games. "Turn off that incessant light, Miss L/N. Do you realise what time it is?"

Your lips shape into a pout, voice stuffy as you answer. "But Madame Pomfrey, it's so boring here. I'm bored."

"No, you should be asleep. Turn that off right now. I don't want to have to send another owl to your mother about you refusing medical help."

"Just a few more minutes please? I'll finish the page I'm reading."

"Absolutely not. It's basic manners and respect for your fellow peer." She motions to Neville, and you finally turn to him.

Despite the fatigue in your features, your eyes seem to glow, piercing through the dark room. Perhaps it's just his lack of sleep or absence of light, but there is something drawing him to you and he fails to look away. Nothing comes out of his mouth even though he knows he's probably supposed to greet you, but neither do you.

A second longer you stare at your new roommate and in eventual defeat, you pout. The light from your wand fades, as you mumble 'nox' under your breath and get comfortable under the blankets.

Satisfied, Madame Pomfrey clears the rubbish bin underneath your bed and turns back to Neville handing him a small flask of some sort of healing potion.

"All right. Off to bed now both of you. Good night, dears."

You both mutter a 'goodnight', closing your eyes, gingerly pulling the covers up to your chins.

It stays mostly quiet in the room, apart from the Nurse's shuffling. Though as time passes, shoes click and click away, and then the door creaks shut.

"Psst!"

Neville stirs.

"Hey, psst!"

"Huh?" Is all Neville can manage, lifting his head with a groggy squint.

"What happened to you?" You ask in a loud whisper and sniffle. Sitting straight, and staring right at him. Your eyes really are big, inquisitive.

"Well I... twisted my ankle," he finally says.

"How?"

"I... I'd rather not say. It's embarrassing, really."

"I won't tell anyone," you say as-a-matter-of-factly. "You can hex me if I do."

He looks at you through narrow eyes again and this time it's your teeth that glow. As you show no interest in falling asleep, Neville's neck admits defeat and his head crashes back down onto the pillow. "Can we just please go to sleep?"

"I caught a cold... or maybe a fever. Runny nose—" you sniff, wiping your face with your pajama sleeve "—wet cough, high temperature. My mum says I have a weak immune system."

"Well, that's not very good, is it?" He comments half-heartedly to the ceiling.

"No, it isn't."

Silence. For a moment, he believes that you've finally surrendered yourself.

"So how'd you twist your ankle in the middle of the night?"

Never mind.

"You don't seem like a rule-breaker," you say.

He carefully shuffles up to sit and sighs. Where on earth did you get your energy from? He hadn't met such a talkative first year before.

Neville takes a moment to answer, debating on whether or not you're harmless enough for him to be vulnerable. "I had a nightmare, okay? I fell off my bed and... landed badly."

"Well, that's not very good, is it?" You echo.

"No, it isn't."

Silence once again ensues, but this time Neville's ready for your chatterbox mouth.

"What's your name? I'm..." You suddenly stop and he nearly laughs when your silhouette jerks and you sneeze. It's loud, like his Gran.

"Nice to meet you, Achoo." He chuckles, holding a hand over his mouth.

You sniff again, face hot in a new wave of humiliation, and this time you wipe your face with more aggression. "Hey, that's not funny! My name is — A-ACHHHOO!"

"Isn't that what I just said?" He can't help but laugh again. Relishing in the groan you emit and how furiously you blow your nose.

With a poke of your tongue, you retort. "Whatever, Mr... mm... Fall-out-of-bed...n-nightmare-broken-ankle-boy."

"Wow, that's really fantastic, Achoo." He slides back down into his bed, closing his eyes with content and tries to hold in his giggles as you continue with determination to clear up your mistake.

Initially, Neville thought he wouldn't even be able to get in a nap, but now with the understanding that you bark more than you bite, he creates a silly image of you in the form of a puppy. As your voice rings in the background, the puppy image barks with you, and he feels his eyes grow heavy, falling into a content and nightmare-less sleep.

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Neville’s 4th Year

Ever since sleeping the night in the hospital wing, Neville knew he'd be seeing more of you. It was surprising to him that he hadn't noticed you before that night, especially seeing as you were such a social butterfly. And despite being in the year below, he'd always manage to catch your eyes in the Great Hall. And in the courtyard. And in the halls. And through a classroom window. You were everywhere and anywhere. And when you weren't, you were in bed in the hospital wing.

Just like you are now. The fourteen-year-old hadn't seen you for the past few weeks after the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, and needless to say, he had to see you.

And such a perfect opportunity had arose today, albeit a painful one, but an opportunity none the less.

Neville opens the door to the wing as gently as possible as not to wake you, however knowing you, you probably already were.

Entering the room, he clutches his sore hand to his ribs and cranes his neck to spot the nurse. Instead he finds your lying form under a mountain of blankets.

You stir, and Neville curses at his shoes for making so much noise. Sure, his intention of coming here was to see you, but he’d seldom seen you in such a peaceful state and didn’t want to ruin that for you.

“Neville?” He hears you say and then you’re facing him.

He smiles down at you, with a voice just as soft as silk. "Hey, Achoo. Didn't mean to wake you. How you feeling?”

“I’m feeling alright. Kinda headache-y, but fine. Ugh, what time is it?” You rub your eyes and stretch as you sit up.

The messiness of your bed-hair is incredibly endearing and the curve in Neville’s lips only grow at the sight.

“It’s third period.”

“Then… what are you doing here? Are you hurt?”

You’re suddenly on your feet, eyes round and wide, taking in the scene of the tall boy. He flinches, attempting to hide his hand in his robe sleeve.

You snatch his hand, bringing it close to your face. It’s a burn. All over the back of his palm. "Bloody hell— Where's Madame Pomfrey?"

"I was about to ask you the same question." A small chuckle falls from his lips as you examine him. Somehow, in some miracle he watches your big eyes grow larger as you twist his hand, move his long fingers to get as much information about his wound.

He feels like he’s going crazy, your touch is a new kind of burn on his skin. It doesn’t sting, but it is hot. And you don’t even know you’re causing it.

"She's always gone when you actually need her,” you huff.

"It's not as bad as it looks, really. Just hurts a little when I move it."

"What about when I...?" You drift off, as you slide a delicate thumb over his beet-red knuckles.

The tips of his ears turn the same shade of red. "Stings."

With no further words, he lets you pull him to one corner of the hospital wing, searching for a particular ointment on the many shelves of medical supplies. You don't let go of his hand, and he doesn't dare pull away.

"Let me guess how it happened—" you say, grabbing a round jar of blue gel to read the label.

"Seamus." You both state and then share a laugh.

Placing the jar back, you continue your search and Neville fills the comfortable silence. "It's Potions class. For once I thought I was doing pretty decent and then next thing I know, Seamus' cauldron blows up next to me and of course I get the damage."

His hand is held up to your face again and he watches as you grab a new jar with a less solid looking gel, creamy in colour.

"I suppose it's a good way for me to get out of the rest of the class," he shrugs.

"And get away from Snape," you quip and earn a chuckle from him. There was a time in Neville’s third year, when you had come to learn about his amusing boggart. He’d snuck into the hospital wing, claiming he had a nasty headache and ended up staying the night, neither of you getting a wink of sleep. It had also been revealed that the thing you were most frightened of was giants.

“Sit down,” your motioning to the mattress behind him.

He does so without question, still attached to you by your pinkie, making himself comfortable on the edge of a neatly tucked bed. He follows your every action as you place the ointment jar beside his thigh and open the lid. You scoop a teaspoon amount with your fingers and lifted his burnt hand again.

Before the cream touches his burn, you begin to tell him about what illness you've caught today and he barely feels the sting of the medicine. There's no better spell or potion to kill pain than your voice, that much was evident even back when he first met you.

Concentration laces your features and unbeknownst to you, your hips hit the edge of the mattress, unaware to the fact that Neville's knees are on either side of you.

The sight of you between him for some reason makes it difficult for him to swallow. The urge to trap you with his legs increases by the second. "Hey, Y/N?"

You wipe off excess ointment on your pajama top and turn your attention to him. He rarely called you by your first name. Something's up.

"Yeah?"

"Well, the erm... You know in a week or so?"

"Mhm?"

There's a pause as he searches your eyes for confidence, then he finally announces. "Would you say you're a good dancer?"

Creases form between your brows and you pout at the question, really thinking it over. If there was anything else Neville had learnt about you was that you always answered his queries with great interest and thought. You never treat his questions as though they're dumb, and he’s come to adore you for that.

As you ponder, he slides his non-burnt hand under yours, idly fiddling with your delicate fingers; tracing around the length of them, lifting them up and dropping them one by one, and eventually laying his palm flat on top of yours. Were his hands always this big?

The tips of your fingers tap-tap against his, as you finally answer. "I suppose... I would like to think I am."

"Well... that's good to hear."

"What about you?"

"Oh me?" He finds your face and swallows thickly. "I've been practicing lately, so I can only hope I've improved."

A giggle breaks free from your lips and it’s music to his ears. "Practicing? Whatever for?"

"The Yule Ball, of course."

"The..." The creases near your brows form again. "I've completely forgotten about that."

He squeezes a finger of yours. "So, no one's asked you yet?"

You sneeze into your elbow and then for a second time, and your voice becomes stuffy to the amusement of Neville. "Asked me what?"

"Asked you to be their date, of course."

"Oh. No." Scoffing. "Being stuck in here means no social-life. And besides—" You spin around quick to grab a roll of bandage, and gingerly flatten it over his burn "—who's gonna want to dance with someone who sneezes every five minutes?"

"I would."

"That's what I thought — wait... you would?"

In an effort to look nonchalant, Neville shrugs, finding interest in a bird that's flying near the window. The tips of his ears poking out of his shaggy hair are giving you a different response, they're blushing.

You finish with his wound and step away from the bed, fingers feeling cold when you let go of him.

Upon inspection of your medical handiwork, he smiles gently. He hadn't felt a thing. "Thanks for this."

"I... I can't guarantee that I'll be completely healthy that day," you say.

"The Yule Ball?"

You nod in an almost embarrassed way, as you fiddle with the collar of your sleeping clothes.

Neville just shakes his head. "The suit my Gran got for me has a lot of pockets so I’ll carry all your tissues for you. Or anything else you might need, I'll keep them for you."

"That'sssss.... ACHHU!"

"Bless you. So what do you say? Would you... want to go with me? Maybe? I promise not to step on your feet."

"Miss L/N?! What on earth are you doing out of bed?!"

"MADAME POMFREY!" You both exclaim, faces and necks feeling hot.

"Come on, dear, why don't you ever follow simple orders?!"

Mumbles of pathetic protest fall from your lips as the woman drags you back to the other side of the room. You knock into Neville’s knee on the way and so he’s quick to follow behind you with his own incoherent babble about the burn on his hand.

You're settled under the blankets once again and watch as the nurse's eyes bulge at the sight of the tall boy's perfectly cared for palm. She inspects the bandage, inquires about the pain and what the cause was, all while Neville can't keep the flushed look off his face.

"She— well... Y/N helped me out. It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm fine now, Ma'am."

As the said woman keeps a hold of his hand, she turns to you with daggers. "What did you use? A potion? Spell, perhaps? Mr Longbottom could have severe side-effects if you're not careful."

"He won't," you grin toothily as you did back in your first year and point to the shelf in the right corner. "I used the ointment that you gave Theodore Nott not that long ago. Haha, Nott not."

Neville stifles a laugh, and isn't surprised when the nurse doesn't question you further. You might be the only student that can get away with arguing with Madame Pomfrey.

The nurse's face instead takes the form of an appreciative and impressed expression. It's only natural that with your ‘weak immune system’, you've gained as much medical knowledge as you have colds and flus.

"I'll admit, you've done a splendid job with Neville. However, you simply cannot use whatever you like, whenever you like, on whomever you like. Next time this happens you need to wait for me to return, alright? Is that understood?"

Taking a glance at Neville's sheepish state, you sigh and nod in response.

"And Neville dear, don't encourage this behaviour. Especially not from Miss L/N."

"Okay, Ma'am."

She gives the boy a goodbye and immediately turns to you, a full on lecture spilling from her mouth. He isn’t supposed to leave yet, not when he’s just finally had the courage to ask you out.

Neville finds your helpless gaze behind the woman’s shoulder, and sends you a sad sort of smile before turning on his heel to get to the door.

"I-I'll go with you!" You yell.

The tall boy pauses, heart flipping at your words.

"To the Yule Ball."

There’s no stopping the grin that forms, and he finally nods after a second, hair shaking with the action.

Your eyes speak to him as your own smile appears.

Meanwhile, the woman huffs and puffs, cleaning the area around your bed. "Not in this state, you won't."

»»————-　⌁　————-««

Neville's 5th Year

The last time Neville was in the hospital wing, he'd come to talk to you about his recent endeavours in Herbology and let slip that he's been secretly practicing defensive magic with a group of other students, being taught by none other than Harry himself. There was no doubt that you would also be trusted enough to join, however seeing as you were once again bed-ridden, it felt best to keep it a secret until you got better.

Now it wasn't a secret anymore, and each time he'd visit you'd ask him to put in a good word with Harry, with the group. Neville always said he would, but he never did, fearing that Professor Umbitch would eventually catch onto you and you'd have to pay the ultimate price.

Karma is an Umbitch, however, and now it looks as if the only answer to Neville's current predicament is to let you join Dumbledore's Army, despite all his worries and his efforts to stop you from doing that.

Today’s DA training has been cut short, due to the fact that the fifteen-year old is now incapacitated. Blood refusing to slow down from his nose.

Going to Madame Pomfrey would've required him to come up with a believable story as to what happened, so the next best thing was to send for you, someone who already knows about this secret group.

"Neville!" A Ravenclaw boy shouts, interrupting his thoughts. "Your Bogey Bug is here— ow!"

Someone smacks the kid, and then suddenly the Weasley twins are leading you into the Room of Requirement. You stand over him, adorning new pajamas he hadn't seen before.

"Hey Achoo," he weakly smiles. "Thanks for coming."

The DA gather around, as you crouch to his side and immediately take the cloth he's been holding to his nose. You make a face at him. “Oh Neville… what are we going to do with you?”

A fresh line of blood rolls down to his lip, so you let him leave the fabric there to sink it in.

"Keep your head steady, okay? Don't lean back, just let the blood flow for now."

"I think my nose might be broken?"

"Neville, I swear to..." your head spins sharply, and a few students flinch. "Who did this?"

"We were practicing stupefy," the familiar voice of Seamus answers and immediately your tense shoulders relax seeing his face emerge behind the twins. "I didn't mean to. I swear, Y/N."

"He really didn't mean to," Neville echoes.

You sneeze into your elbow and shake your head, palm making contact with your cheek. "See, this is why you should’ve told me about this secret army group thing so I could've joined and stopped something like this from happening.”

"I'm sorry."

You take Neville's hand again and lift the cloth, checking over the damage. There is damage, alright. You try not to make a show of wincing, fearing that the brown-haired boy would get anxious by your reaction, but his nose really does look quite out of sorts. Out of line. Broken.

He realises you haven't said a word in a while and smiles again, "you can fix, can't you, Achoo?"

"I told Neville I could treat him, but he kept refusing and insisted for your presence," Luna's soft voice interrupts as she crouches down beside you.

Someone amongst the crowd starts to coo and the tips of Neville's ears manage to turn beet red, more so when you turn your attention to him, expression unreadable.

Luna carries on, eyes focused on you. "He wouldn't let anyone touch him. Not until now, anyway."

"Okay!" A sudden clap startles even Luna, and you all turn to the perpetrator. Harry Potter's back is turned to your direction as he addresses the crowd, "I think we'll call it a day. Neville needs his strength and so do you."

The crowd murmurs, exchanging pouts and disappointed shrugs.

"Be proud of yourselves, you all did brilliantly today. Each and every one of you have improved. Next time we get to meet we'll continue with the Patronus Charm."

"What about Bogey Bug? How do we know she's not gonna rat us out?" A girl in Hufflepuff asks.

Neville sees you stand up, slapping a hand over your chest. "I swear on my life and the life of Neville—."

"Hey!"

"—that I will not snitch on this group or expose any of you. I promise to be loyal and keep my mouth shut about this."

Some faces don't seem convinced, as more murmurs and chatter erupt.

"She can be our nurse!" Neville exclaims, stealing everyone's attention. It's time to put in that good word for you. "We won't have to go to the hospital wing if Achoo— I mean, Y/N is here. She's really good at what she does. Plus, I accidentally told her about the army about a month ago and she hasn't told a soul since. I do..."

Your big eyes soften when he turns to you.

"...I trust her with my life."

"All right then," Harry claps once more. "All those in favour of Y/N becoming part of the army, raise your hand."

A few hands come up, whilst others whisper for a moment. One more, then four more, and then more hands raise faster than you can count them. You and the broken-nosed boy share grins, as you squeeze his free hand.

"That's it then. Y/N, welcome to Dumbledore's Army."

»»————-　⌁　————-««

Neville’s 6th year

Following the events of the previous year of school you and Neville had grown ever closer. Outside of the classroom you'd never be seen without the other. Inseparable. There'd even been a rumour going around that you were dating, but you always denied such claims and Neville could only comply. He hadn't yet told anyone about his feelings for you, although it seemed that those in his close circle were figuring it out on their own.

After having looked like a lost pygmy puff in the Great Hall, Luna found Neville and mentioned to him that you looked 'out of sorts' during class. He hadn't even asked about you. She just knew to tell him.

So, it’s only fitting for him to be by your side now, during lunch hour.

You’re shivering underneath all the sheets and blankets, and yet as Neville glides the back of his fingers across your forehead, you’re sweating as well.

“Hang in there Achoo, you’ll be fine in no time. The spell will take effect.”

You can only give so much as a nod, and groan when your lower abdomen tightens with a deep, stabbing ache.

“Shh,” Neville smooths his delicate fingers over your forehead again, tucking loose strands back to their place with the rest of your hair. “I'm here. Do you want me to distract you with anything?"

"Anything," you squeak, eyes shut tightly as if doing that would stop your cramps and make you fall asleep faster. "Please."

"Alright, erm..." He slides his tongue over his bottom lip and leans in closer to you, elbow pressing into the mattress. "I suppose I can tell you about a dream I had not long ago. You were in it."

"The Hippogriff one?" You tremble.

"No, this is a new one," he smiles when you meet his gaze, finding your fingers peeking through the sheets and taking them into his hands. "It's really stupid, as dreams usually go, but I really like it."

Your fingers are stretched out, as Neville begins to trace over your palm. First he draws a circle and you giggle a little at the feeling.

"This is me," he draws a triangle, "and this is you. It seems like any ordinary day, except you and I have the same classes. In the dream we're both popular. Everyone cheers for us when we get good marks, and even Professor Snape smiles at you."

"No way."

He laughs and traces a shape with lots of spikes. "Yes way. It really seems too good to be true, because there's even a moment where we successfully sneak out at night, we're just in our pajamas and we're watching the stars from the astronomy tower."

"I'm waiting for the 'but'."

"But — here comes the stupid part — you just start flying out of nowhere. One second you're next to me, the next you're just in the sky. I'm freaking out trying to reach for your hand, but you're just so calm about the fact that you mysteriously gained the ability to fly."

You're giggling again, especially as he slaps your palm a few times to emphasise the story. "Accurate reaction."

"And then it just ends with me being able to breath fire."

"What?" You laugh, brows pulling together in amusement. "I wonder what Professor Trelawney would say about that. What all of it might represent."

He draws a line on each of your fingers, slow and tickly. "If it's anything like I've been told before, it probably means bad luck."

"Well I was also in the dream with you, so we'll go through the bad luck together." To his surprise, you thread your fingers through his and squeeze. You're not trembling anymore, you haven't been for the past minute or so, and it doesn't feel like you're being stabbed over and over in the stomach.

"Think you can sleep now?" He asks, fingers hesitantly unravelling.

You nod, grinning at him, those eyes of yours finally shining as bright as they usually do.

"Want me to go get Madame Pomfrey?"

You shake your head. And then your arms are around his neck, head tucked in the space between your bicep and his jawline.

It feels like a millennium till he returns your gesture, arms securing around your waist and back, pulling you in tightly and desperately. The mix of the wing's clinical scent and the smell of baked desserts fills his nose. He could've sworn he'd smelt something like this during Potions class.

"Stay with me," you purr. "Please."

He knows he has class in ten minutes, he knows he can't skip, he knows he'll get in trouble.

So with your arms determined to remain wrapped around each other he bends over, moving till your head meets the pillow. He kicks off one of his school shoes. Then the other.

You feel his knees dip into the mattress beside your thighs, and then you have to part for a moment as he slips under the blankets, his head settling on the pillow right beside yours.

When he's comfortable, you take one of his hands and lower it until he brushes over your clothed belly.

Keeping the heat from entering his ears and cheeks is impossible, as his hand flattens over your stomach, shock evident in his features from your bold action.

"Could you keep it there?" You say, when you feel his uncertainty. "It'll help if the cramps come back." Your own hands smooth over his, trapping him there.

"I will." He swallows thickly. "Are you comfortable?"

You nod. "Are you?"

"Absolutely. Yes. I am."

A content breath passes your lips and you smile, all giddy like, at the ceiling. "Thank you for being here. For being with me always. For not making fun of me being sick all the time. Not calling me Bogey Bug. For... for just being you. For being my most favourite person ever."

"I could really say the same about you." Both your voices are barely above a whisper, seeing as your faces are so close together.

"Thanks Neville," you turn to him, and tap the back of his hand on your belly.

You stare at each other for a moment, and for some reason it doesn't feel wrong. It's not awkward.

Neville breaks the silence. "You... you know how everyone keeps saying that we're... you know going out?"

"Yeah."

Neville pauses for a second, you're staring so intensely, pupils large and beautiful. He tries to swallow past the lump in his throat and squeezes the material of your clothes. He can talk to you, he can ask you the question. He's battled against Bellatrix Lestrange before, he's been put in Gryffindor for a reason. He can ask you. "What do you say we make those rumours... not rumours anymore?"

The corners of your mouth twitch. "You-You mean... you mean like...?"

"Yes. Like that. Like... I want to spend the rest of my life with you, sort of way."

You don't say anything.

He continues, with a small bite of his lip. "Like... I'm completely mad for you and if I don't tell you now I don't think I'll ever get the chance to again."

"This... isn't a dream, is it?"

"Can I prove to you this isn't a dream?"

"Okay."

And it really feels like a dream, as his face leans in and you feels his lips press against the corner of your mouth.

"Did that help?" he whispers.

You twist around to lay on your side, guiding Neville's big hand up to your waist. "You missed, Neville."

"What?"

"You missed."

This time you both lean in, and this time Neville doesn't miss.

»»————-　⌁　————-««

Neville’s 7th year

The last Horcrux has been destroyed, Voldemort's killed, the Death Eaters have fled. New life has been brought to Hogwarts, sun pooling through the shattered windows of the Great Hall.

People sit on broken stools, torn and ashy blankets, chatter quiet and solemn. A few people manage to tell jokes and liven the mood, others cuddle, kiss, crying tears of relief. Nurses scamper around tending to the badly wounded.

Only...

As Neville limps his way through the hall he desperately scans over the crowds only to realise you're not here. You're not by Madame Pomfrey. You're not by Luna either. Neville finds Ginny's tired but hopeful figure and before he can tap her shoulder, she's already turned to him with a gentle smile.

She shakes her head before he even has a chance to speak. "I haven't seen Y/N. Not since... well not since she took care of Freddie. 'M sorry Neville."

"No," he shakes his head and gives the girl a gentle hug when her voice wavers and her bottom lip quivers. "No, I'm sorry."

"You helped kill Voldemort. That's hardly anything to be sorry for," she smiles again as they part, softly pushing at his shoulder to leave. To keep searching for you. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for her."

Neville sends her a purposeful nod and turns to leave, the sword of Gryffindor still snug in his hand. At times he uses the weapon as a crutch, the pain in his everything starting to take a toll as previous rushes of adrenaline begin to fade. The only thing keeping him going is the thought of you. You and your sneezes, your messy hair, your often nasally voice, your big eyes and equally big grins. You.

He passes what looks to be remnant of the hospital wing's door, merely a pile of wood chips and metal beams now. He hears the distant tweet of a bird, the pitter-patter of loose rubble and someone's sneeze.

The sword clangs to the ground and he's sprinting. Neville rounds the corner of the entrance to the wing and he stops, breath heavy, vision blurry.

You're there, and you're already staring at him, your grin so large and your eyes even more so and you're holding onto something familiar.

"N-Neville?" your voice is soft and so stuffy and gorgeous.

"Achoo, good Godric." His sore legs carry him to your side, and you're running toward him, arms open. And then you jump and he completely forgets about how much pain he's in when he catches you.

You cling to his sweater, to his shoulders, to his neck, to his waist, squeezing him with every bit of strength you've got left.

He's grasping at your hoody, your waist, your hair, your skin, he's touching all of you, scared that if he'll let go you won't be there anymore.

"I love you so much," he says through a trembling voice.

You pull away slightly and return your feet to the ground, legs unwrapping from his hips. You crane your neck to kiss his jaw, and then you kiss his cheek and his other and then finally his lips. And it sets your heart on fire, full of adoration and care and relief. You don't ever want to stop feeling him here, his supple lips against yours, especially as his hands cup your jaw, reeling you in for more and more.

"I love you Neville," you cry when you finally have to pull away to catch your breaths. "Ever since I first met you. You and your twisted ankle."

He chuckles, tenderly wiping a tear from the apple of your cheek with his thumb. He scans over the room for a moment, as he feels your fingers come to dance over the dry trail of blood from his head wound.

"I don't think we're ever gonna leave this place," he says with a caress of your jaw.

Following his gaze, you giggle. Those beds you spent countless nights on, those countless concoctions and medical supplies you've had used on you, they're all here, scattered and battered around the room.

"That's why I came here instead of the Hall," you say, keeping one arm around your boyfriend's waist and unravelling the other to reveal an intact jar of creamy coloured ointment. "I'm so sorry, I must've scared you nuts."

"Scared me to death more like, but all I had to do was listen out for your sneezes. Turns out it isn't that hard to find you."

You poke your tongue out and he laughs. "That's so embarrassing. Always comes back to me being a Bogey Bug."

"Yeah," he smoothly pulls you in for an ardent kiss, "my Bogey Bug."

"You know what else I am?"

You're leaning against his arms that are wrapped around you and he watches as you take off the lid of the jar. Just like his fourth year, you use your fingers to scoop up a teaspoon of the cream.

"What? What else are you?"

You step out and take one of his hands, letting his palm sit over the top of yours. And then the cream is applied over the burns on the back of his hands. In spite of these burns looking way worse than his wound from Potions class back in his fourth year, the pain is still barely felt once the ointment's smoothed over. What's also killing the sting is looking at your breathtaking eyes. He's lost in them, distracted completely.

"I'm also your nurse," you finally say, wiping the excess over your hoody.

Neville's mouth curls into a smirk, snaking his arms around you again and pressing your bodies tightly together. "Well, nurse. My lips are feeling kind of sore, do you think you can fix them?"

You hum, eyes twinkling with mischief as your hands link behind his neck.

His gaze dips to your mouth, trying to fight the heat flowing to his cheeks and ears. There will never be a time when you won't make him nervous and giddy.

You mirror his action, eyes taking their time stare at his lips. "You know what, darling? I think I've got just the thing for you."

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Silver Lining 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You yawn as you look into the barren depths of your cup. Bucky sits up and rolls his shoulders, a dimple in his cheek. He looks you over as you furrow your brow curiously; do you have something on your face?

“W-what?” You bat your lashes.

“Should've got ya something with caffeine,” he says.

“Oh… little l-late,” you look over as the baristas wipe the counters. It's almost closing time, “s-s-speaking of-f.”

“Mm, yeah, I suppose,” he slides over his stapled papers, “you got all my notes. When I get back, we'll figure out the final draft and get the mic going.”

“S-sounds g-good,” you stutter and swallow another yawn. When you're tired, you can barely speak straight. “I sh-should head ou-out.”

You chomp down as yet another yawn rolls up your throat and your eyes nearly roll back. You smile as best you can and stand, grabbing your bag to pack up. He gets to his feet and pulls on his jacket.

“I'll give you a ride,” he offers.

“No, n-no, it's o-okay–”

“You shouldn't walk,” he looks outside as the night contrasts the white ground, snow still piling high.

“J-just as bad d-driving,” you comment.

“I got snow tires,” he insists, “really, I'd… I'd feel bad if you walked.”

“Y-you would?” You snort.

He gives you a look. That look. The one that warns caution. You put your hands up defenselessly.

“Fine, I-I'll let y-you drive m-me,” you surrender. “B-b-but you should know, I'm n-not that h-ho-hopeless.”

“Never said you were,” he pulls a beanie over his gray hair, “not a big fan of the cold myself.”

“Yeah, i-it probably m-makes your b-bones hurt,” you slide your arms into your coat.

“You making fun of me?” He scowls.

“No-o, I just… my st-stepdad always says–”

“It's fine. It does,” he sniffs, “cracked a few ribs playing ball in college. They never heal right.”

“Ouch,” you hook your bag on your shoulder.

“You got a curfew?” He checks his watch.

“Wh-what? I-I'm thirty,” you exclaim.

He chuckles. That takes you off guard.

“I know, I'm not too old to make jokes too.”

“Y-yeah, I w-wasn't–”

“Relax, it's fine. Better go before we're snowed in,” he leads you to the door, thanking the staff as he opens the door and waits for you to go ahead of him.

Well, there might blizzard brewing outside but he seems to be thawing.

🩶

You get home to a quiet house. Your sister, Kira, hushes you as you come upstairs, her children already asleep. She has a clay mask on as she hogs the bathroom going through her nightly routine. You dip into your room and hide.

You didn't expect them to wait up for you. That's ridiculous, but no one even asked about the job. It must be the excitement of a full house. Your sister does everything right so of course they'd want to focus on her. Maybe tomorrow.

You get in your pajamas and settle into bed. It’s hard to still your mind and the jittery energy still swirling inside of you. You put on a lofi video and let it play as you close your eyes. You have the weekend to make the last tweaks and you’ll finally be onto the next step. You hope.

You spend Saturday penned up in your room, hunched over at your desk as you go through the notes from your meeting. As the clock ticks close to noon, your phone vibes, drawing you back to the land of the living. You rub your eye sockets and groan. You need to eat.

You check your phone; you have a message. You flick your thumb up and blink at the text. It’s Bucky. You still haven’t saved him as a contact, recognising him only by the last four digits of his number.

‘Quick pitstop. Forgot to ask last night. How can I pay you?’

You chew your thumb as you think. That’s the awkward part. Even though you’re doing work, it’s still a bit strange. It isn’t like a company where the money just pops into your account on schedule. 

‘I can give details when you get back. Hate to add stress to your trip.’

You hit send and sit back, stretching your neck. Your phone buzzes again. You don’t expect a quick response.

‘Asking now. Will be heading into no reception. Wanted to pay you for scriptwork. Will pay rest after recording.’

Your stomach knots. You’re trying to be polite but you can’t deny that you could use the money. With Christmas tiptoeing closer, you should really get on gift shopping.

‘Right. I have Venmo.’

You tap the arrow and wait. He doesn’t answer right away. When he answers, it’s just the thinking emoji, followed by another text.

‘I’ll figure that out. Do I need your email or something?’

You sweep away the chat and tap into your app. You copy your payment code and paste it into the chat. You follow it with a quick message; ‘should prompt you how. If you need to wait, it’s fine.’

Thumbs up. That’s it. You accept that. To be fair, from him, it’s an improvement. It seems you’ve found a tenuous truce with him. You’ll take that if it means you’re not scooping into your savings.

You can hear your sister and mother gabbing as you leave your room. You stop at the top of the stairs and brace yourself. Things didn’t exactly leave off on the best terms.

You descend and sneak past the dining room where they sit and sort through your mother’s vast Christmas card collection. You’re careful not to draw any attention as you enter the kitchen and quietly pop a pod into the keurig and set your mug on the tray.

Your coffee brews with a grind, giving away your endeavour. You don’t look back as you hear the scuff of slippers. Kira enters and clinks her empty cup down on the counter not far from you. She couldn’t wait until you finished.

“So, how was your job? A bit late to be rushing off to work.”

“It’s f=freelance,” you say. “It’s g-g-good.”

She scoffs, “ah, well, that’s great. You can get out of mom and dad’s hair soon enough.”

“Y-yeah,” you agree, cheeks scalding with embarrassment, “w-working on i-it.”

“Oh, I’m sure. You know, Catherine called me the other day…” she mentions your previous coworker, her friend from college, “guess she got a promotion.”

You nod. She’s goading you. What does she expect you to say? Does she expect you to apologise for leaving a bad situation?

You take your cup of coffee and sidle away. She chuckles, the way she always does when you don’t feed into her drama. Her mug hits the tray heavily.

“I’ll tell her you say hi,” she preens.

You keep going without an answer. You yawn as you come upstairs and hear whispers ahead of you. You rush forward, sloshing hot coffee onto your hand as you approach your open door. Why didn’t you close it?”

As you get to the threshold, there’s a sudden clatter and you gasp. Jamie sits in your desk chair as your laptop lays face down on the floor. Casey is underneath the desk tugging on the power cord. You shriek and sloppily slam the mug onto the shelf mounted just beside the door.

“W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing?” Your emotion overwhelms your voice, “how–”

You hear footsteps rush up the stairs and Kira hisses as she marches down the hall, “shhh, my kids are sleeping.”

“No, th-they aren’t,” you hurry forward and take Jamie out of the chair. As you shoo Casey, your sister enters your room.

“Don’t hurt him,” she demands.

“Wh-what? I w-wouldnt–”

“Don’t touch my kids,” she comes forward and scoops up Casey then takes Jamie’s hand, “they’re just curious.”

You bend down to pick up your laptop. You turn it over and find lines streaked up in a spectrum. Smashed. Broken. Demolished.

“They b-broke it,” you whimper.

“Ugh, whatever,” she hauls her kids back to the door, “it’s just a computer.”

You stare at the ruins and shake your head at her back. What are you going to do?

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The two played a tea party for about thirty to forty-five minutes,Charlie let's out a small yawn,rubbing her eyes with her little hands.

Alastor smiles at her,"Awww,is someone sleepy?"

Charlie nods her head,slowly at her dad,"eepy..".

Alastor chuckles,"Alright,come here." He said, picking her up,taking her to the couch,putting a soft ducky blanket onto her as he lays her down. He kisses her head,"Enjoy your rest, darling."he says softly, watching his daughter close her eyes slowly before falling asleep. Before leaving to check up on Luficer,Alastor puts a large pillow next to Charlie so she doesn't accidentally fall off and hurt herself. He finds his lover in the laundry room,putting tons of towels along with his pajamas into the washer,even adding some laundry soap to it.

"I see you had quite the morning with your daughter. " Alastor chuckles,watching Lucifer groan as he presses a button to start the washer.

"Let's just say i had a lot to clean up along with getting toliet water on my jammies. It wasn't an idea, but it makes moments like this memorable. "Lucifer said,smiling.

"Well, maybe it would go smoothly if someone didn't accidentally mistake baby shampoo for adult shampoo like last time . It is literally a different color. The baby shampoo is purple with a tear drop on it, and it says baby on it -" Alastor teased lightly.

"It was one time! I said I'd be more careful from now on!" Lucifer pouts.

"Just glad you didn't get your eyes scratched out." Alastor chuckles,resting a hand on his lover's grabbable waist.

"Heh,i was lucky this time." Lucifer says softly,leaning in to kissing his lover who, in return, kisses back.

The kiss was gentle,and so was Alastor,he would never hurt his other half. No matter how evil people make him out to be,Lucifer was the first one to ever trust him and show him feelings besides fear.

The kiss had him feeling excited?

No,that wasn't the right word.

Giddy?

Maybe,whatever that word was he needed -

No, he wanted more of his lover's affection as he deepened the kiss,bringing his lover closer to him.

Lucifer felt himself become warm all over,his ears were warm along with his cheeks as he was getting devoured by his lover. His pale hands go to Alastor's hair,getting tangled as the kiss gets more heated.

Alastor is grinning,kiss by kiss as his hands are now going up into Lucifer's black shirt he was wearing,hearing him whimper.

"Again. I need to hear that again, Applepie." Alastor demand,feeling like he's going crazy.

"Please.." he weakly added before his ears perk up,hearing some rustling followed by a whine.

"Charlie's awake dear.." Alastor said,mumbling into Lucifer's neck.

Lucifer laughs,"I'll take care of her. Go take a few minutes to cool down Bambi."

"Thank you, dear." The taller male kisses his lover once more

one more time

Okay, one more time

"Baby."

"Right, sorry." Alastor quickly said,wagging his little tail.

"So cute." Lucifer said before kissing his cheek,then goes to his awake daughter.

Lucifer gives his daughter a smile,"Good morning, my little Princess!" He said, picking her up,fixing some of her hair.

"Mamaaa!" She giggles,giving her mama a hug.

Lucifer nearly melts," You're too cute." He hugs her back lovingly,"Do you still wanna play tea party, or do you wanna play something else?" He asked.

"Colwrr!!"

"Coloring! Okay,let me get your crayons and coloring books." Lucifer said, setting his daughter down,getting some of her drawing stuff, then setting them down on the brown table.

Charlie grabs one of the crayons and one of the books. At first, she goes inside the lines, but then she starts squibbling over the page.

Lucifer sat down next to her, also coloring,making sure he didn't mess up on his coloring. He was so focused that he didn't realize Charlie was now drawing on the table. She drew shapes and letters and even wrote her name.

She stands on her stubby little feet,going to walls, thinking it's a canvas she can use,and starts drawing.

Alastor walks in,feeling calmer until he sees the drawings all over the place,and his oh so beautiful lover also not watching their daughter.

Charlie sees her dad and runs to him,hugging his leg,"Daa,look!!" She excited said, pointing to her drawings on the wall.

Alastor's eye twitch,smiling as he picks her up,"They are so beautiful, darling." He said, holding her.

"Lucifer Morningstar. Honey."

The sound of his full name being called made the blonde flinch as he realized he got distracted,slowly looking at the drawings on the wall. Realizing he fucked up big time,then he looks at his partner who was smiling but also looked like he wanted to murder him. He gulps,"Doesn't our wall look more lovely? We needed to get rid of some of that boring blanknest anyhow! Haha.." he nervously says.

"Clean. It. Up.Now." was all Alastor said,"Come on dear,let's get you change into something different. " he says to Charlie,who nods her head happily.

Lucifer wasted no time in cleaning the walls and table.

Alastor takes Charlie to her room,he picks out a yellow shirt with a duck in a rainhat on,drinking juice with matching duck shorts for her to wear, which she absolutely loved. He also brushed her hair,it was slighlty messy from when she was napping. He humms as he brushes out some knots as she sits on his lap.

"Dada angy at mwama?" Charlie suddenly asked,looking up at her father,who tilts her head down for a bettle angel for brushing.

"No,of course not."

"Give mwama a scary look."

Alastor chuckles softly,"i promise I'm not mad if i was darling ,I'd be yelling at him along with putting him on the couch." He said, trying to put it as nicely as he could. If he was being honest, he would have given him the silent treatment and made him sleep on the couch,he could never yell at him.

He finishe brushing her hair,putting it in a braid,adding little yellow flowers," help make dinner?" he asked her.

"Ye!"

He smiles at her as she practically jumps up,running out the door as he follows quick behind her so she doesn't accidentally hurt herself.

Alastor put a little pink apron on his daughter along with a small chefs hat,"What should we have for dinner?" He asked,helping her wash her hands and dry.

"Megaa Sandshichh!!"

Alastor regretted this already, but it'd be payback at his lover,"Alright sweety. any anything for dessert...?"

"Babque cookiess!"

The demon father smiles,"lovely." He grabbed out all the ingredients they needed. He toasted the slices of bread for Charlie,letting them cool for a min or two before giving it to her. He also helped spread brown chocolate sauce on the bread with a knife as she placed a pickle on it along with adding a candy bar to it with ketchup,topping it with bread. The smell was awful for Alastor,he knows he'll order take out later after he puts her to bed.

For the dessert, it was obvious..he just got a small cup of bbq sauce and a packet of cookies.

He heats up the sandwiches his daughter made for all three of them,he plated them,setting it on the tabel,"Get your ma while i clean up some."

Charlie goes to her mother,he was just finished cleaning up,"food time!" She says to him.

His eyes lit up,picking her up as she giggles,"cant wait to eat!" He says going into the kitchen with her.

His face turns sour at the creation that was made.

"Your daughter made it my little apple. So eat up." Alastor smiles.

Lucifer takes a deep breath,setting Charlie in her high chair along with taking a seat himself.

Alastor took his sandwich whole,eating it without a problem,"Delicious. " he said, licking some of the melted food from his fingers.

Lucifer nearly gags,he can't believe he kisses that man with his mouth. He glances at his daughter, who is chowing down on her food happily.

"Your food is getting cold, darling." Alastor said with a smile.

The blonde takes ahold of the food,sniffing it..man pickles and chocolate don't go together...he thinks to himself before taking a bite,tasting ketchup.

His face turned green real quick,he stands up and ran to the bathroom quickly,trying not to hurl everywhere.

"Dada no like?" Charlie tilts her head,mouth and hands covered in chocolate.

"Worry not about him,he has a weak stomach. " Alastor tells her,picking up the uneaten sandwich and finishes it himself.

"Ready for dessert?"

"YEEES!"

Alastor places the bbq sauce and cookies in front of her while he takes her plate,and the other two to clean.

Charlie dips the cookie in the bbq sauce then eats it,like it was the best thing in the whole world and repeats the steps untill there was no more.

Alastor takes the cup and the wrapper of cookies and recycles them. He also grabbed a wash clother that he wet,wiping Charlie's face and hands,"Such a messy girl." He says before letting Charlie out of the high chair.

"Go play,don't make any messes, alright, darling?" He said nicely.

Charlie nods her head before running off to her toybox to play with her stuffed animals,in the meantime Alastor quickly put the clothes in the dry then went to check up on his lover.

"You done dying in there?" He asked Lucifer, who was puking his guts up. He goes into the bathroom,patting his lover's back. He did feel alittle bad for him,"I'm sorry, my little apple. I didn't think it'd upset your wittle stomach."

The blonde keeps regurgitating for a few more seconds,breathing heavily while wiping his mouth as tears were in his eyes . "It's fine." He sniffs.

Alastor hugs him gently,giving him kisses along with kissing his tears away,"I'm sorry." He repeats.

Lucifer laughs lightly,"Okay,Okay,i feel better, stoop!" He smiles a little.

"I'll order something light for you who later,something easy for your stomach. How's that sound?" Alastor suggested.

"I'd love that." The other replied.

"Imma check up on Charlie,ill order it when you come out love."

"Thank you."

Alastor goes back to his daughter and plays dolls with her for a few minutes.

Lucifer comes out,feeling a little better,sitting next to Alastor.

The three started to play dolls for abit untill it was time for Charlie's bedtime.

This time Alastor was the one who helped her get ready for bed while Lucifer clean up the toys along with waiting for the food they had ordered to arrive.

Alastor had no trouble with Charlie,getting her bathed and brushing her teeth. He tucks her in her duck shaped bed that had cute little duckies on the blankets and pillows,even the bed board was duck shaped. Alastor sits on the bed,reading one of her favorite books, which happens to be The Ugly Duckling.

He was almost done with the book when he noticed his daughter had fallen asleep. He smiles sweetly at her,giving her head a kiss as he pulls the blanket up on her some so she doesn't get cold. "Love you, my little devil child. "

He gets up,putting the book back on the bookshelves, then leaves,making sure the door is open just alittle.

The red-haired male sits next to the blonde who was eating his steak,he undo his ponytail,leaning back against the couch,feeling tired himself from the eventful day.

"Want a bite?" Lucifer asked,mouth full of different things he had ordered.

"I'm good love. Though i didn't expect you to get alot."

"I may be small but i have a big appetite even after our precious daughter's cooking. "

Alastor chuckles,running his fingers through his hair,"Fair point. I should let her make our dinner more often."

He nearly choked, "I didn't say that now!"

"Im just kidding,we'll have her cook sometimes. Ill even buy her a mini oven!" Alastor smiles,glancing at his lover.

"If you do that I'll sleep on the couch !"

"Ha! Is that a threat, love?"

Lucifer pouts,"Hey!"

"Im joking, hun." Alastor smiles,leaning against Lucifer,giving him kisses in which he returns.

"Love you, Bambi."

"Love you too, my Applepie.

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Forgotten birthday

Y/N: 11 years old Rose: 18 years old Cosmo: 15 years old Story: Scarlett forgets her daughter's birthday, thinking it's a different date… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Y/N had been waiting for this day all year. It's her 11th birthday today. Being the youngest of 3 children isn't easy and Y/N absolutely loves her birthday as her mom always gives her more attention than any other day.

"Y/N, honey, you need to wake up or you'll be late for school" Scarlett says, sitting on Y/N's bed and shaking her daughter softly.

Y/N groans in response, opening her eyes. Her mom always keeps her home on her birthday. They always have their mother daughter time before Y/N's siblings come home from school and they celebrate together.

"Morning, sunshine" The older woman chuckles, kissing her daughter's forehead which causes another groan from the little blonde. "Honey, I need you to get up for me. Rose will drop you and Cosmo off at school, cause I have a lot of filming today and probably won't make it home before 8, so she's gonna pick you up as well" Scarlett smiles softly, playing with her daughter's hair.

"But I thought we'll spend the day together today" Y/N says disappointed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I really have a lot of work today. I'll make it up to you" Scarlett sighs, pressing another kiss to her daughter's forehead. Y/N only lets out a sad nod, so Scarlett pouts her lips for a kiss which makes her youngest smile and press a kiss to her mama's lips. "Have a good day, pumpkin" Scarlett smiles, booping Y/N's nose before leaving.

Y/N sighs when the door close, getting up from her bed to get ready for the day. Maybe her mom is planning a birthday party for her and needs time to prepare it? Yes, that's probably it, Y/N thought.

The little blonde gets ready for school and heads downstairs for breakfast. Scarlett already left, so she only meets her siblings downstairs. Y/N greets her older siblings with a 'good morning', getting it back from both of them, but no 'happy birthday'. She just shakes it off, they're probably leaving it for the party, right?

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Y/N's now on the way back home from school, she's nervously sitting in the back of Rose's car, excited about all of the surprises her mom had planned for her. The little blonde sprints to the front door as soon as Rose pulls over in front of their house.

"What's up with you today?" Rose chuckles, watching her younger sister confused.

"Nothing" Y/N answers quickly, giving her sister an innocent smile and impatiently waiting for her sister to open the door. Rose shakes her head with a smile, finding her sister adorable.

As soon as Rose opens the door, Y/N runs into the living room, then kitchen, then her mother's bedroom and then her own bedroom, not finding anyone. Maybe the party won't be here but somewhere else?

The little blonde throws her school bag on the ground, sitting down on her bed, letting her thoughts run wildly. Maybe they all forgot after all? They wouldn't… or would they?

She decides to pass some time with drawing as she really enjoys it. "Y/N, dinner!" Rose calls from the kitchen. Y/N checks the time, seeing it's already late for some birthday party. She sighs, slowly walking to the kitchen.

The three siblings sit at the table, eating their dinner, but Y/N's just staring at the food and moving it around the plate with her fork.

"Y/N/N, are you okay?" The older sister asks, watching her little sister confused. Y/N only hums in response, Cosmo not paying attention to any of it as he's staring at his phone. "Are you sure? You don't like it?" Rose asks worried.

"It's good… I'm just not hungry" Y/N sighs, feeling tears form in her eyes. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed" She announces, standing up and walking back to her room.

Y/N runs into her room, throwing herself on the bed and sobbing into her pillow. Few minutes later the girl changes into pajamas, does her night routine and just goes to bed. She hears a soft knock on the door, so she hides her phone and pretends to be sleeping. She's not in a mood for a conversation with anyone.

"Y/N/N?" Rose whispers, opening the door. She sighs when she sees her little sister sleeping, walking over to the bed and pressing a kiss on her sister's forehead. "Goodnight" She whispers and walks out of the room.

Rose is the best big sister Y/N could ever wish for and the two have such a good relationship, but it looks like Rose hasn't checked today's date either.

The clock hits 10 pm and Scarlett walks through the front door with a sigh. Today was really stressful and full of work. The blonde can't wait to go to bed.

Scarlett finds her oldest daughter in the living room, waiting for her. She smiles, walking over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and thanking her for taking care of her siblings.

"Was everything okay?" Scarlett asks, sitting on the couch beside the younger blonde.

"Yeah. All good… although… Y/N seemed a bit off in the evening. She didn't even eat dinner and went to bed early" Rose says, still worrying about her little sister.

"That doesn't sound like our Y/N. I'll talk to her in the morning… I'll go to check up on her and then go to bed" Scarlett says, standing up again. "Thank you once again. You should go to bed too, young lady" Scarlett says playfully.

Rose chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Goodnight, mom" She smiles, getting a 'goodnight' from her mom back.

Scarlett makes her way to her youngest daughter's room, quietly opening the door. Y/N's still not asleep, she's just pretending again and hoping to get her 'happy birthday' at least like that. Scarlett walks over to her daughter and presses a kiss to her forehead like Rose did before, whispering a 'goodnight'.

Scarlett leaves the room, going to check up on Cosmo and then heading to her own bed. Y/N sits up, tears slowly and quietly running down her cheeks. How could her own mother forget about her daughter's birthday?

About more than 2 hours later, Scarlett's fast asleep in her bed while Y/N's just sitting on her bed with tears stained cheeks and puffy eyes. The little blonde stands up, walking to her mother's room.

"Mommy?" Y/N whispers, shaking her mom slightly. Scarlett groans, turning around.

"Y/N/N?" Scarlett sits up, switching on the lamp that is on the nightstand. "What happened, bubs? Why are you crying?" She asks, wiping Y/N's tears away with her palm.

"You don't love me anymore?" Y/N asks, her voice breaking and new tears forming in her eyes.

"Wha-Of course I love you, Y/N/N. I love you so much… Why would you think that, sweetheart?" Scarlett asks, her heart breaking from the fact her daughter would ever think anything like that.

"Because it was my birthday yesterday and you didn't say anything" Y/N explains, breaking into tears.

"No. No, it wasn't" Scarlett says, taking her phone and checking the date, seeing June 13th when her daughter was born June 12th. "Shit" She curses under her breath, guilt taking over her. How could she forget about her daughter's birthday? "Y/N/N, I'm so sorry" She apologises, tears now forming in her own eyes. "I'm so, so, so sorry"

"But it's not just you. Rose and Cosmo didn't say anything either. You don't want me anymore?" Y/N sobs, looking at her mother as tears are streaming down her face too by now.

"Honey, of course we want you. I can't imagine my life without you in it. I'm so sorry I forgot about yesterday's special date, I though it was today for some reason. I'm so sorry" Scarlett sighs, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll let you stay home for the entire week, so we can be only together every morning. Do you want your presents now or do you want to leave it on the morning?" Scarlett panics.

"I just want to go to sleep" Y/N sobs, all the crying made her tired.

"Okay. We'll celebrate your birthday properly today, okay? I promise I'll make it up to you. I'm so sorry, pumpkin. Can you forgive me?" Scarlett asks, hating when one of her children is upset.

Y/N nods weekly. "But we'll be only together for the week" The little tired girl says.

"Only together, I promise" Scarlett smiles, wiping her daughter's tears away. "Now close your eyes and sleep, my little princess. You have a big day ahead of you" Scarlett says, laying her daughter down on the bed. Y/N closes her eyes as she's really tired. "Happy birthday, my love. I'm sorry again. Sweet dreams, I love you so much" Scarlett whispers, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"I love you too, mama' Y/N mumbles before falling into a deep slumber, making Scarlett smile and sigh in relief.

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Hi! I love your Tamaki (OHSHC)/reader stuff, so I was wondering if I could request one. I'd love to have a fic where Tamaki and reader are married and reminiscing about their high school days, thinking about how they fell in love at Ouran all those years ago. Maybe reader frequented the host club or they had classes together, up to you. I just want some lovey-dovey fluff. ♡

Also, I don't really have a preference for reader's gender since I use both she/her and he/him pronouns, so you can make it gender neutral if you want, I'll leave that to your discretion. (I kinda love Tamaki calling reader his wife or husband though. Lmao)

Thank you for taking the time to read my request! Let me know if you want any more details or anything from me, but I'll leave my silly little prompt in your capable hands. Thank you! ♡

Photograph (Tamaki Suoh x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your lives are busy. There’s no doubt about it. 

  Sometimes it’s you, running up and down the country. Sometimes it’s him, living at his private airport between flights. Sometimes it’s you who has to be up and out before breakfast. Sometimes it’s him who only makes it home in time to crawl into bed beside you when you’re good and fast and asleep. And sometimes you can go a couple of days with only listening and leaving voicemails because no matter what you do or when you call, the other person always misses that call you were only able to shave out three minutes to have.

  But sometimes, it all goes away. If you’re lucky, it’s a week. You’re hitting the lottery if it’s a month. But you’re counting your blessings if you can score just a few days with no work and no responsibilities calling your name. And in those days? You like nothing more than to be close to him. And he likes nothing more than to be close to each other. So how do you remedy it? It’s simple.

  You’ll ask to be left alone in the great big house that you share with enough food to last you these next couple of days. You’ll curl up to him on the couch, dressed in nothing but your pajamas. And he’ll hold you tight and hold you close beneath the blankets and in front of a warm, warm fire. And you’ll smile so sweetly when he takes your hand in his and places gentle kisses around the wedding ring that he gave to you- the one that has been in his family for generations. And you’ll tell him how he’s distracting you from looking at the picture book again.

  The one that his closest high school friends made for the two of you just in time for your wedding. 

  “Aww, Tamaki~” You coo at him when a moment you remember very clearly crops up in the album. He doesn’t respond at first- too busy pressing tiny kisses against your skin and cuddling around you even more in that cuddly fashion of his. But that doesn’t stop you from studying the current picture in your hands. “We looked so long back then. Do you remember this?”

  As expected, it’s a picture of the two of you in the infamous Music Room number three. And it’s one of the better ones taken with Kyoya’s hidden cameras when he was first getting into that sort of thing if you recall correctly. The club wasn’t set up to run that day, and so the curtains were drawn closed in a way that let very little light in. But it did, however, manage to spotlight the two of you as you lingered by a beautiful grand piano. 

  The one that currently sits in your drawing room just down the hall and to the left.

   In the photo, you’re standing on the side of the piano bench Tamaki is sitting on, your old flute in hand. The still image of you has your gaze trained on the sheet music propped up in front of you as your fingers press down experimentally on a few of your keys. However, the Tamaki in the image isn’t looking at the music. Nor is he looking at his piano. No, instead he’s looking up with such an adoring expression captured on his face. 

  An expression that he has simply because he’s looking at you. 

  “Of course I do,” the Tamaki in your arms suddenly murmurs. His voice is soft, and the corners of his lips are twitching upwards to showcase an even softer smile to you as he eyes the photo in your hands. The recognition is in his eyes instantly, and it feels nice to once again feel validated by the man you love so much. To see that the moments you found special all those years ago ended up being special for him too. “It’s our first time practicing for our duet. I was so nervous that day.”

  You smile a bit wider as he reveals the exact occasion for the picture. But then you stop for a second and think for a moment. 

  “You were nervous?” You asked with a slight laugh and a raised eyebrow evident in your voice. You recall being quite a bit nervous about the performance that ended up being scheduled a couple of weeks later. But you also recalled being excited at the chance of working with the great Tamaki Suoh and hearing him play piano for you. But it sounded like your then duet-partner, now husband had a slightly different experience “For our…practice?”

  “Of course!” He exclaims as he turns towards you. You’re very suddenly met with a face full of violet-colored eyes and blonde hair as an impassioned Tamaki decides that now is the perfect time for a deeper dive into the story of the two of you. But it’s not like you can deny him the simple pleasure of telling you a story. Not when his eyes shine so brightly like that. “You only knew as a host back then, so I knew I would never get you to like me back if I didn’t impress you!”

  At his words, your mouth parts open in surprise. It takes you a couple of moments to process just exactly what you heard. And it takes you a couple more seconds after that to fully understand the implications of what he just said. And now in your mind, you’re pulling up a timeline in your head. Recalling core memories and feelings and events that shaped who you are as a person. Who you are to Tamaki. And when you’ve gotten every

  “Tamaki…” You call out very slowly, resisting the urge to melt on the spot as he tilts his head curiously at you. Your eyes drag along his face- looking at the man you’re in love with. And recalling all the subtle changes you’ve witnessed as the two of you grew older and older in your relationship together. There are small changes you can see. Little bits and pieces here and there. Signs that he’s grown from the silly, energetic, and oh-so-dramatic teenage boy that you first met. Signs that you know exist in you too in their own little way. Showcasing your growth in both big and small ways. But it makes you wonder about all the little things you might have missed. The little things that you might have passed over. All the little things that were right in front of you, and you just never knew. “That was in our first year…”

  And you decide that there’s no time like the present to ask.

  “Mhm.” Tamaki agrees easily. Eagerly even. Though the smile on his face gleams with the familiar look of nostalgia. Showing you that there was always more to the story than you knew from the beginning. And so you press onwards. And you asked the question that you should asked a long, long time ago. And that dear, sweet husband of yours?

  “Have you…liked me since then?”

  He smiles at you.

  He holds you tight, presses his lips to the ring on top of your finger, and he smiles at you. The bright, big Tamaki smile that makes you feel so warm and safe and soft. That bright, big Tamaki smile that makes you feel so adored and cherished and loved. 

  “My dear…”

  That bright, big Tamaki smile that you learned to fall in love with all those years ago.

  “...I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

when they're on cases and he can't sleep cowboy! reader just stares at the ceiling. normally he would bake or play with buddy or something at home but on trips he just stares and tries to sleep. jj has rolled over and looked across the room to find him awake one too many times.

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Description: cowboy reader can't sleep :(

Warnings: can't sleep (idk if it's insomnia tho), very tired reader, I think that's all

A/N: so the coffee dialogue has been sat in my notes without a fic idea for ages and I thought it might fit nicely here so I went for it lol

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Sleep was not coming to you. Like at all. It had been an hour and a half and all you had done was count the number of lights on the ceiling and judge their decor. There were only twelve small lights, but when you had finished counting you played small games - matching different lights to others, trying to make shapes in your head with the lights. Honestly you felt like you were going a bit insane.

You wiggled slightly as you sighed. This was worse than torture. You were tired, your eyes were tired and yet, no sleep would come to you. This was the second night. You would groan loudly, if it weren't for JJ sleeping soundly on the bed next to you.

The team had been given three rooms, one of which was being shared by Morgan, Reid, and Prentiss, the other by Rossi and Hotch, and finally, a room for you and JJ. You had tried to tell them that this layout made absolutely zero sense, but they weren't having it. And so, you and JJ departed from the rest of the group slightly flustered with Morgan whistling loudly.

And here you were. You were tempted to just stop trying to sleep and get back to work but you don't think your brain would function right now. You kind of wanted to bake something. Maybe the kitchen was open. Until you remembered it was half two in the morning. You missed Buddy.

You missed any form of communication with another human being.

Damn, you're spiralling already? Think of something, quick! Er, lizards are cool. You nod to yourself. It's true, lizards are cool.

"Are you okay?" A voice draws you out of your lizard thoughts.

"Huh?" It took you a minute to register, "Oh yeah can't sleep,'

"That sucks," JJ said, sitting up slightly, "Is there anything that helps?"

"Playin' with Buddy and bakin'," You said, shrugging. You gave a small yawn, "You go back to sleep, we need to be up in about..." You looked at the time, "Three hours."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," You shrugged, "Sleep well." She falls asleep instantly and you find yourself mesmerised by her. Eyelashes flushed against her cheek, you drew yourself out of your thoughts for a moment, turning away from her and to the ceiling.

You sighed, the ceiling no longer seemed interesting. You began to run the case over in your head. It felt like you were missing something. Something crucial, but what?

There was something about it. He wasn't sloppy - he wasn't leaving any DNA or physical evidence. He wasn't thinking irrationally. It just appeared irrational. Like his crimes weren't fully developed. Like he wasn't fully developed. Because he was a teenager! You mentally slapped yourself for not seeing it sooner as you bolted up. You had to talk to Hotch!

You grabbed one of the room keys on the table and practically ran out of the door. It was the only thing that made sense!

When you reached the door, you knocked - fairly loudly, but by accident. Within a minute Hotch opened the door (wearing a pajama t-shirt and checkered pajama pants).

"S'rry sir," You apologised before quickly getting into your train of thought, "The unsub's not sloppy, seems like it but its not. He's organised, he's not irrational but his crimes aren't developed. What if its 'cause he's still developin'?"

"You think he's a teenager?" You nodded, "That would make a lot of things make sense." He paused for a moment, taking in your appearance, "Have you slept at all?"

"Does blinkin' count?"

"No,"

"Then no."

"Get some sleep," Hotch said with a sigh, "I'll see you at six." You nodded, turning away and hearing Aaron lock the door behind you.

You were absolutely exhausted the next morning, two nights of pretty much no sleep (you had managed a whole hour both nights). You were going to need a lot of coffee and maybe a nap this afternoon.

You had only been at work for three hours when Hotch approached you. You were at the coffee machine.

"Ah sh't…" You mumble, dragging a hand over you face as the coffee machine bleeps angrily at you. Seeing Hotch, you turned to him for a moment before turning back to the coffee machine. "Hotch? Think I broke the c'ffee."

"Y/n?" You look up at him as you forced your eyes to stay open - despite them trying to flutter shut. "You need to get some sleep."

"'M not even tired." Hotch raised and eyebrow and you sighed, "Fine. But only thirty minutes..."

You walked the few steps to the couch in the break room, letting yourself practically collapse into it. You're immediately rewarded with sleep.

Two hours later (although it only felt like five minutes), Morgan gently shook you awake.

"Mmm, go 'way, 'm trynna sleep." You mumbled, turning over in hopes Morgan would just walk away.

There's a small smile, voice slightly higher in pitch, "There's been another body." JJ says.

You force your eyes open for a moment before trying to wipe the sleep from them. "There in five…" You grumbled, ignoring Morgan's rather loud huff.

You stood up, rubbing your eyes once more as you did. "Someone's not a morning person." Morgan teased lightly.

"'M too tired to argue with you, Morgan," You mumbled as you tried your best to stifle a yawn.

Luckily, within the next four hours, you had caught the unsub. "Can I have the couch on the jet please?" You yawned as Morgan cuffed him. "I think I might actually be able to get some sleep."

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[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story | part thirty one

word count: 0.4k

MONDAY NIGHT

"come on, change into your pajamas.", jaemin said, facing the wall of your shared bedroom while your drunk ass was sprawl on the bed.

"i don't want toooooooo!!", you whined, moving your legs and arms around like a child throwing a tantrum.

"y/n....", jaemin started, making you stop in your movements, "you're gonna be more comfortable, except if you wanna sleep in cold and rigid jeans...", he tried to persuade you.

"fine...", you pouted. you started changing as jaemin averted his eyes away and onto anything but you. that corner suddenly looked very interesting.

jaemin suddenly thought about something and exited the room, hoping you'd be done changing when he came back. he closed the door behind him quietly, heading towards the bathroom. after searching thoroughly, he finally grabbed the pack of wet makeup wipes, along with a towel that he carefully wet in a little water and returned to your bedroom. thankfully, you were fully dressed, even though your shirt was backwards. the sight made him smile unknowingly as he approached you, "let's remove your makeup now."

"but i want to sleeeep...", you whined, starting to get under the cover.

"i know, i know. but it's not good for your skin to go to sleep with makeup on.", jaemin answered softly, sitting on the bed next to you.

"but i don't want to move.", you pouted.

"it's alright. you don't have to.", jaemin replied, opening the pack of makeup wipes and grabbing one out.

he started wiping your makeup off gently, until your hand grabbed his, to stop him, "it's cold.", you complained with a pout.

"just bear with it a little longer.", jaemin said softly, grabbing the wet wipe from his hand with his free hand and then grabbing your hand to get it away from your face, not letting go of it afterwards. he tried his best to wipe all your makeup away with the wet wipe then proceeded to pat your face gently with the damp towel, "and done."

"where are you going?", you asked, pulling a little onto jaemin's hand as you felt him move away.

"i'll be right back.", he said to reassure you, squeezing your hand before letting go.

you were sincerely going to be the end of him and yall weren't even halfway through the trip. he still didn't know if you were feeling anything more than friendship towards him. sometimes, he thought that there was maybe a chance and other times, he felt like you were still drawing a line between the two of you. jaemin didn't want to ruin the friendship the two of you started building but there was no way he could keep going as he started realizing that you meant more to him. it wouldn't be fair for him nor for you to pretend that he felt only platonic feelings towards you.

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pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: the way i already have an idea for a new smau 🤭

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[maren-gvf]

Good

Jake One-Shot

jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDI, smut, cursing, a little bit of drinking, general foreplay, !protected! p in v sex, teen Jake (18 give or take) (I know this isn't what teenage Jake looked like, but I don't feel comfortable using those pics)

Lemme know if I missed any warnings 😙

A/n: writing bc of writer's block! anyways, I really love this type of Jake fic so I wanted to make my own. I hope u enjoy!

Your phone buzzes as you pull into the Kiszka's driveway.

Josh: are u almost here?

You take out your phone and text him back.

You: Yeah I just pulled into ur driveway

Josh: k u can just come inside

Josh: the door's open

You: kk

You get out of your car, grabbing the Walmart bag full of supplies and your backpack. He was right, the front door was unlocked. You felt weird just letting yourself in, but it's whatever.

Josh is sitting at their dining room table when you walk into the foyer. He's drawing something on the huge piece of white poster paper he got for the project.

"Hey!" He greets you, looking up at you.

"Hey!" You say back, setting the bag on the wooden table. You start taking out your computer.

"How's the research coming along?" Josh asks, continuing to draw what looks like plants.

"Well," you start, pulling up the shared Google doc, "I found a lot out about the different organisms you'd find in a rainforest, but that's about it," you say, letting him scroll around.

"It looks good," he compliments. "Very informative."

"What about you?" You ask, grabbing a blue marker and walking over to the other side of the table to start on the fonts.

"I've done a couple things," he says.

"By that you mean you've done nothing," you say, giving him a look.

"Okay it's not my fault," he starts, putting the cap on the green marker he was using, "Jake needs me to sing for his band, so I haven't really had the time to do anything."

"Jake has a band?" You ask, looking up at him.

"You talking about me, Josh?" That familiar voice says. His familiar raspy tone crackled through your ears.

"I was just telling Y/n about your band," Josh says, grabbing another marker, "and how I never have time for school because of your ass."

Jake laughs to himself which makes you go momentary blind. You breathe in deeply, trying to ignore him even though his presence looms over you like a thick blanket.

He's not wearing a shirt, only some long pajama pants. He pops the cap of his beer on the edge of the table and takes a seat which makes his bicep muscles come out a bit. He wasn't very muscular, but leaner. You could see a faint outline of abs when he walked over to his seat.

Fucking hell.

"You interested or something?" He asks you, his stare burning into the side of your head.

You knew Jake only because of Josh. You weren't necessarily close with either of them, but your parents were good friends. You saw Jake around school and only had one class with him in Junior year. Josh was in your biology class which got you paired up together.

"I didn't know you played," you say, continuing to write, unable to look at him.

"Hm," he takes a swing of his beer, "well maybe you could come watch us some time."

"Maybe..." you say, nervously coloring in your letters.

Josh's phone dings, "Oh shit! I'm supposed to go pick up Sam from Danny's," he says. "Are you good to hang here by yourself and work on it?"

I have to stay here with Jake?

"Um, yeah, I'll be fine!" You say, watching him gather up his keys.

"Okay, and Jake leave her alone!" He yells, exiting the house. The front door slams and you're left there alone with Jake.

You continue your work, ignoring Jake who's very obviously looking at you as he drinks his beer.

"Do I make you nervous or something?" He asks.

"Why would you think that?" You ask, finally making eye contact with him which was a clear mistake.

"Well for one, your face is all red, and two, you're obviously trying to avoid me," he says, leaning back on the chair. His legs open a little.

"You definitely don't make me nervous," you say, your voice a little bit shaky because he does actually make you nervous.

"You're such a bad liar," he says, laughing to himself once again, a stupid smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here anyways?" You ask, now looking into his eyes.

"Uh, this is my house," he says, crossing his arms with a slight tilt of his eyebrows. You ignore his comment, feeling a little embarrassed.

He gets up from his chair and walks over to you. He's standing so close you can smell his body wash and the slight lingering scent of his shampoo. You feel like you're going to faint any second. He's so overwhelming to look at, you wanna burst into dust or flames or something!

"I've always had a thing for you, you know?" He says, reaching across your line of sight to grab a red marker.

You stand up, looking directly at him, "What?"

"Yeah," he leans on the table, twirling the red marker in his hand, "I've always thought you were beautiful and you have a cute personality." He tilts his head towards you a little bit.

He's so casual about it, you think you're dreaming. He moves a little closer to you. Your heart races uncontrollably. Your hands instinctively land on his chest. His eyebrows raise in satisfaction like that was his plan.

"Can I?" He says in a low voice, putting his hands on your waist as he walks you backward out of the dining room.

You gulp, nodding your head as you maintain eye contact with him.

He stops you in the dark hallway, pressing you gently against the wall as his hand slides up your shirt. His other hand holds your jaw, lifting your chin up slightly.

Please don't let this be a dream!

He brings his lips down to yours, kissing you gently before adding more pressure. His lips are so soft, you melt right into them. His tongue parts your lips, slowly sliding into your mouth. He tastes incredible. The kiss slowly becomes more needy, your hands going into his hair.

His lips disconnect from yours, traveling down your jaw and latching on your neck. He gently sucks at the skin enough to give you pleasure but not enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck me," you barely say, your hands traveling down his warm, tanned skin to reach the waistband of his pajama pants.

"I will, baby, I will," he breathes, kissing your lips again.

He moves you down the hall and into a room that you could only assume was his. He strips you of your shirt before you lay down on the bed. He takes your shorts off, tossing them to the floor, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

What am I doing right now?

He separates your legs as he lays himself in between them. He kisses your lips before undoing your bra and adding it to the pile of clothes.

"You're gorgeous," he says, breathing heavily. "I need you."

"I've needed you more," you breathe out.

He slides your underwear off, leaving you completely naked under him. He slides two fingers into your wetness. He slides his fingers inside of you. You immediately hold onto him, your mouth open a little bit. He pumps them in and out of you.

"Holy shit," you moan, connecting your lips to his. His tongue distracts you from the amazing feeling he's building up inside of you.

"Jake-" you tilt your chin up.

"Come for me, baby," he says, continuing his motions as he plants kisses over your breasts.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck. He takes his fingers out of you.

"Jake, I need it, I need you to fuck me," you say, breathless.

"I know," he says, opening his nightstand and taking out a condom. He strips himself of his pajama pants, slipping the condom around his dick. He crawls on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He situates himself in front of your entrance before slipping inside of you.

"All this for me?" He smirks, lightly thrusting in and out of you. Your arms wrap around his back, your fingers digging into his skin. Your breath hitches as he pulls in and out.

How'd I go from doing homework to being fucked?

He rests his head on your shoulder, his breath hitting your collarbone.

"Fuck, Y/n," he sighs, "you feel so good."

Your hands wrap around his biceps as he continues thrusting, "I'm almost there, Jake." You tightly shut your eyes, your hand flying down to grip the sheets. Both your bodies produce moans of pleasure that surround the room.

Your second orgasm approaches. Jake fucks you through it as his own takes over him. He releases himself, “Fuck,” he moans into the crook of your neck.

He pulls out falling to the side of you.

“Holy shit,” you laugh, covering your mouth. Both your breathing is rapid.

“Y/n!” You both hear Josh shout from the living area.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you say, scrambling off the bed and getting yourself dressed. Jake puts his pajama pants back on.

“Wait,” he says, holding the door closed, “I meant what I said in the dining room. I do… really like you.”

You smile, tucking some hair behind your ear, “I really like you too, Jake.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #fanfic #greta van fic #jake kiska fic #greta van fluff

[markxmelon]

Parings: Mafia!Yuta x Innocent!Y/n

Pronouns: She/Her

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst(?), Mafia

Warnings: Curse words, blood, Yuta gets beat up, kidnapping, guns, gang violence, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1.3k

The warnings makes it sound more interesting than it is but I hope y’all like it!

Yuta sits on a toilet lid while y/n stood in between his legs, tending to his wounds. Yuta can sense his girlfriend's disappointment. The pout on her face says it all. He knows that she hates his line of work now, but what else can he do? Once you're a part of a mafia, you're in it for life.

When y/n finished adding the bandages, Yuta placed one hand on y/n's waist and the other on her cheek. She leans into the warmth of his hand. Yuta looks in awe at his beautiful love. How was I able to have someone so ethereal to be mine?  He thought to himself.

"I'm sorry." He says lightly, "I know I make you so worried about me. If I could leave the crew I would. You know that right?" Y/n nods. Yuta sighs, "How about I make tomorrow about us? I'll order us some take out and we can watch movies and play video games all day. Sounds fun right?" This brings a huge smile to y/n's face. She quietly responds, "I would really like that."

"No, Yuta! You cheated!" Y/n accuses as she threw her controller down. "You cheated on the last game!" Yuta fights back. "NO I DIDN'T!!" "Button mashing is cheating in my book honey!" "Whatever..." Y/n pouts and crosses her arms. Yuta rolls his eyes, "Fine you big baby, I cheated. I'll buy you an ice cream from the convenience store." Y/n cheers with a cute smile on her face. Yuta chuckles at his child like girlfriend.

They left their home in their pajamas, not really caring about who sees them as they walk to the closest store. As soon as they make it into the store, Y/n rushes to the ice cream and almost trips over her own bunny slipper. "Hey! Be careful." Yuta laughs. Y/n thinks deeply about what ice cream to get. She finally chooses the one with vanilla and chocolate swirled together. "Yuta I want this one!" Silence. Y/n turns around confused. "Yuta?" He was no where to be seen. Before she could call out to him again, she feels an intense pain on the back of her head. Within seconds she sees nothing but darkness.

Y/n wakes up in a daze. The back of her head throbbing, but the only thing she's worried about is Yuta. Where is he?

Yuta fights against the ropes that bounded him. "I told you that you can't escape." A man states with an annoyed look on his face. Yuta stops struggling and looks at the man. "Who are you?" No answer. "Why are you doing this?" The man sighs at the question, "Your cute little gang owes me something." "What do they owe you?" "They know exactly what they owe. Maybe them getting a video of their precious member all beaten and tied up would make them work faster to give me what I want." The man gestures to the other men in the room. They move toward Yuta and start to beat him up. They punched him, kicked him, slammed his head to the ground, anything to make him draw blood. Soon the man told his goons to stop. He takes his phone out and starts recording Yuta.

"Poor guy. If only his friends just did what they were told. Tsk tsk tsk. What would make this all stop? Hmmm...oh I know!" The man turns the camera to himself. "Give me what I want or I would hurt him more." The man pauses, "Actually, I don't think I can hurt him more than I already have. New proposition, you have 1 hour to get here before I hurt his precious lady friend." Yuta's pain went numb at the mention of y/n.

"No...please..." He weakly lets out. The man just chuckles. "How cute. She's an adorable girl, isn't she? Her innocent bunny slippers. Would be a shame to see a bruise on such a soft face, huh? Anyways, get here when you can!" He sends the video to Yuta's boss, Taeyong. "See you in an hour, Yuta." The man walks out of the room, his goons following behind.

Yuta doesn't even care that he's going in and out of consciousness. He just wants to know if y/n is okay. Where is she?

Y/n sits with her knees brought up to her chest. She's been trapped in a dark room for who knows how long. She tried to open the door earlier but it was locked. She gave up a while ago and just sat in a corner.

BANG

Y/n jumps. Something just hit the door of the room she's in.

BANG BANG BANG

The door burst open. "Y/n?" "Mark?" "Guys I found y/n!"

The rest of the NCT 127 members, excluding Yuta, show up in the room. Y/n gives the closest member, Mark, a hug. That's when she realizes something. "Where's Yuta?" The members look at each other. "We haven't found him yet...we were kinda hoping you would know where he is." Taeyong answers. "Oh no..." Y/n starts to panic. "Hey don't worry we'll find him!" Taeil reassures her. "Yeah we can split up and look for him. Um...here y/n take this gun and search the hallway." Taeyong says. Without really thinking, y/n snatches the gun from Taeyong's hand then rushes out of the room.

Yuta tries to sit up multiple times, but he's too weak. Come on Yuta...we need to see if y/n is okay... He tries again then falls back down. He groans in pain. He was about to give up when he heard the sweetest sound known to man. "Yuta? Yuta are you in there?" She's okay? She's okay! He musters up all his strength to say, "I'm in here..." "Okay honey hang on!" y/n started to kick the door with all her might. Freaking bunny slippers. With a few more intense kicks, the door burst open. These doors are way too weak. Y/n runs to Yuta. She puts his face in her hands. "I should kill them for hurting you like this." Yuta lets out a weak chuckle. Y/n smiles slightly and starts to untie Yuta's hands and legs. She wraps his arm around her shoulders and her free arm around his waist. "Okay baby let's get out of here.”

Y/n and Yuta walk through many halls trying to find an exit, but no luck. Eventually they saw something. Sadly it wasn't an exit. It was Haechan. The man that caused all of this had his gun pointed at him. The man's goons were on the ground with bullet wounds. His back was faced towards them. Haechan sees the two, but tried not to look at them for long so the man wouldn't notice them. By the way that Yuta was looking at him, y/n knew for sure that that was the man who did this to them. "Where's your group now Haechan? They left without you? How sad. Maybe if you just did what you promised then this wouldn't be happening." The man scowls. "We didn't promise anything!" "Tsk. You really should learn how to keep your word Haechan. Now I'll have to kill you." The man turns the gun's safety off and was about to shoot Haechan when he heard someone speak. "Not on my watch, bitch." Y/n shoots the guy on the back of his head. Yuta and Haechan are in shock. The members came running in that direction after hearing the gunshot. They looked at y/n with wide eyes because she still had her gun raised. She looked so cool.

On the car ride to the NCT 127 safe place, y/n couldn't stop talking about what happened. "Yuta did you see me? The guy was all like 'don't break your promises' and Haechan was like 'wahhh don't shoot me' and I was like 'not on my watch, bitch' and the guy was all like 'ndihnfuinawebbdd'. Yuta I cursed AND shot a man! Didn't I look cool?!" The guys smile at y/n's cute excitement. "Yes darling, I saw." Yuta says with a chuckle. "What a rush! Yuta we'll be like Bonnie and Clyde!" Y/n rambles for the rest of the car ride, making the guys laugh and less tense after what all went down. Yuta stares at his love and can't help but think, that's my bunny slipper hero.

#nct yuta #nakamoto yuta #mafia!yuta #Yuta #yuta x reader #kpop x reader #Kpop #kpop imagines #yuta fluff #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct imagines

[mackeydoodledoo]

Chapter 5: Pining

Pairing: Lamina x (Fem!Mentor)Reader

Summary: You've been living in 7 for a handful of months now. You continue to help Lamina get through those nights of her PTSD moments. But your love for Lamina continues growing, as does her love for you. But, how long can two people pine for each other?

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Social Anxiety, Swearing, Lamina's PTSD

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italics = Flashback

Theme: Sometimes - Goldmund

A/n: I didn't realize that I would be making this series longer than I expected. But, yay :)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

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*Lamina's Fathers' POV* When you opened your eyes, you were surprised at how much sleep you had gotten...

Did Lamina have a nightmare last night?

You walk across the hall and nearly jump out of your pajamas... Your daughter... In the arms of Y/n... You were about to wake them up to have them explain to you what was going on.

But, you noted how they still had their pajamas on. And you could tell how Lamina had a chunk of Y/n's shirt bunched in her hand.

You decided to leave it be.

*Lamina's POV* You open your eyes. For the first time you didn't wake up in the middle of the night; screaming and crying. You felt well rested, you look up at Y/n; still fast asleep. You prop your elbow up and look down at her.

Watching her chest rise and fall...

Taking in her features...

Do all... Capitol citizens look as gorgeous as she does?...

She stirs...

"Mmmm," She groans, "Hey."

She smiles.

"Hey," You smile back, "You sleep okay?"

She nods, "Did you?"

You nod, "For the first time in a very long time."

"Good," She sighs into a smile

The sounds of the birds from the other side of the window pane filled the silence of the room. You watch as her head shifts from looking up at the ceiling, and over to you.

"Thank you for staying with me," You say

"Always," She replies

+*+

The both of you change out of your pajamas and begin heading into the market to bring some food home for the week.

"I wish your ma could visit us and bring her famous cooking with her," You say, scouring the food

"you know I can make them right?" Y/n asks, placing a few items into the basket, "I won't be able to replicate it to the bone. But, she taught me every one of her recipes. No recipe had ever been forgotten."

"Aaaand you're telling me this now?" You stand, turning to face Y/n

"You never asked," She leans towards your face, smirking

"Point taken," You smile

Can I kiss you?...

But, before your body told itself to lean forward to make the move, Y/n moves onto the next business.

Damnit...

"Lamina?" A familiar, but not voice calls your name

You turn towards the direction of that voice.

"Lamina! I can't believe it's you!" The familiar boy walks up to you and hugs you

"A-Acacius?!" You push him away from you, looking up at him

You awkwardly smile as he composes himself. But then his direction turns to Y/n.

"Lamina, who's this?" He points to her

*Y/n's POV* "Y/n Y/l/n," You awkwardly wave

"Huh," He says, but his attention draws itself back to Lamina, "What are your plans tonight?"

"Well, I was going to go off and go to the spot with Y/n and-"

"Then why don't you and I go?" Acacius asks, "Just like old times?"

Your heart sank...

'Just like old times'?... Damn maybe I'm not so special after all...

"I-I actually would like to bring Y/n and only-"

"It's fine... Lamina," You force yourself to say, "I'll... Meet you back at the house."

You turn your back to her; knowing her eyes burning your back as you make your way out of the market and back to the house.

+*+

Lamina's father stacks logs of wood and turns his head as he hears your footsteps.

"Hey Y/n! Wh-where's Lamina?" He asks

"Some.. Guy from Lamina's younger days randomly ran right into her and inserted himself into our plans after our trip to the market," You explain, "So, I didn't want to seem rude so I let Lamina off."

"Acacius," He immediately says, "He was the one helping me out with Aster here when Lamina was dragged off for the games last year... But, hadn't come back since she came home."

"I see," You sigh, "Well, I'm back... So.... How about I cook tonight? Been taught by the Capitol Academy's best, and so happened to be the head chef."

"Give it your best shot kiddo," He motions for you to head inside

*Lamina's POV* The both of you meticulously climb the tree, finding that specific branch that you and Y/n sat upon...

"You've gotten better since we've done this last," Acacius pants, "Maybe I should get on your exercise routine."

He chuckles. You awkwardly chuckle.

You didn't know what to say to initiate a conversation... You haven't seen him in a long time.

"What were the games like?" He asks

You tense up... Your awkward smile drops into a frown.

"Whoa... Too sensitive?" He asks, "I'm sorry."

He gently places his hand over yours, which made you look down at it.

"I'm glad you were the one to come home," He confesses

Your head shoots up back at him, eyes slightly narrowed at him...

+*+

When you arrived back home, through the windows were either dark or simply lit.

Is everyone asleep already?

You walk up to the front door, attempting to (but failing) to open the door.

"Hey pop," You call out to him

"Hey kiddo, how was your reunion with Acacius?" He asks

"It was... Fine," You force yourself to say

"Just 'fine'?" He asks

"It was awkward," You confess, "I... I don't know how to feel about it. It all just... Happened so fast."

Your eyes scan the room for Y/n.

"Where's Y/n?" You ask

"Not sure," He replies, "But, there's something for you keeping warm on the stove. She made sure that I wouldn't touch it. Said it was specifically for you."

Y/n cooked?... And I missed that?!

You immediately dart into the kitchen and see a covered pot. You open it and gasp...

The dish... She made my first night in the capitol zoo...

You grab the nearest utensil and take a spoonful of the meal...

Just like trying it for the first time, it hit you all at once....

You take another bite...

Then another... Tears streamed down your face as you savor the taste... Reminiscing the time back in that zoo.

And another...

Until you found yourself unable to finish it...

You wrap the rest of the meal and go upstairs; hoping to find Y/n... Making your way into the spare bedroom...

"Y/n?" You call out to her

No response..

But you assumed that she was already asleep... You don't attempt pry at her and retreat back into your own room.

+*+

You woke up with a scream... You waited for Y/n to rush through the door... But, it took her longer than usual to reach your door.

"The usual?" She asks

You nod.

She sighs and makes her way across your room and into your bed. You fit yourself between her arms and take a few deep breaths before falling asleep...

+*+

When you wake up the following morning, Y/n was already out of bed... You get yourself dressed and meet your pa downstairs.

"Mornin' kiddo," Your pa greets you

"Hi pa," You sigh, "Where's Y/n?"

"Already left for the market," He says, "Nearly used all of our ingredients, so she decided to head out to get us more."

I missed her cooking again?!...

+*+

You walk to the market, hoping to catch Y/n and help her finish shopping to finally watch her cook her ma's famous meals.

"Lamina!" Acacius' voice calls out to you

However, you don't register his voice and make your way to Y/n who was across the way. However, before you could even take two steps, you felt a hand gently grasp yours.

"Lamina," Acacius smiles, "There's something I want to show you."

"Acacius, I'm actually in the middle of something," You tug at your wrist

He reluctantly lets go and you beeline it for Y/n.

*Y/n's POV* As you were trying to find some decent spices, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your midsection. You turn your head and see Lamina burying her head against your shoulder.

"Hey," You coo, turning to her, "What's the matter?"

"I've missed you," She tells you, "You headed here without me..."

"I... I didn't want you to worry about anything," You say

"Well, considering I missed out on watching you cook twice I would say I'm pretty worried," She says

You chuckle as she does.

"Tell you what, since you're already here, do you want to help me finish shopping and we'll cook together?" You offer

She instantly nods as she wraps her arms around your free one and practically drags you.

+*+

Lamina practically pushes you into the kitchen and immediately helps you set up.

"Whoa whoa Lamina, you can slow down," You chuckle, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah, well, like I said, after missing out on you cooking TWICE I'm not about to miss it again!" She states

"Well, plot twist," you hold your hand out towards her

You flip the stove on with your free hand.

Lamina takes your hand.

"You're helping me," You smile

You place a pan on the burner as it begins to heat up. You gently pull Lamina into you; one hand on her hip and the other still holding one of her hands.

However, you hear her father clears his throat. Almost immediately you take a step back from Lamina, clearing your own throat and proceed back into the kitchen; where you began prepping everything.

*Lamina's POV* The aroma of the spices filled the room with an exquisite smell. You have never been in a room with an acquired smell before. Your father went out with Aster; leaving the two of you in the house alone. Y/n had told you that you help all that you could and that she could take care of the rest.

However, you sit at the dining room table; bored out of your mind. You stand from the chair and slowly make your way towards her.

You wrap your arms around her midsection as you rest your chin on her shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm bored," You say, sighing

"That's fine, wanna try some?" She holds up a spoonful of the food

You nod, as you open your mouth.

Different acquired tastes hit your tongue. You melt into Y/n as you savor each new taste.

"I take it that you like it?" She asks, smiling

You nod, "The best thing I've had, among other meals you've cooked."

You sweep yourself under her arm and settle yourself between her arms.

"You want to help me finish this up?" She asks

You nod.

"Alright, so you're just going to give this just one swirl, and let it simmer," She explains

She takes one hand and has you hold the pan by its handle, and the other lifting it to the spoon in the pot. You give it one stir and let it begin to settle. As you take a step back, you bump right into her chest, making you jump and turn to face her.

"Y/n.." You sigh

Kiss her...

Before you could even begin to lean towards Y/n, the both of you hear the door open and immediately step away from one another.

"Hey kiddo," Your pa makes his presence known

"Hi dad," You clear your throat

"Hey Lamina," Acacius' voice echoes through the house

"Hi... Acacius..." You say, looking down at the floor

Y/n comes up beside you. Gently placing her hand on the small of your back.

"Oh, was I interrupting something?" He asks

*Y/n's POV* Yes... You are...

"Nope, not at all," You force yourself to say, "I'll be outside..."

You make your way outside...

*Lamina's POV* You reluctantly watch as Y/n takes her leave, leaving you with Acacius...

Which was the last thing you wanted.

"Come sit kids," Your pa says

You reluctantly follow Acacius and sit next to your pa, as Acacius sits intentionally next to you...

"So what have you been up to lately Acacius?" Your pa asks him

"I'm still working with my pa at the lumber yard," He answers, "Ma's still been at home with our little sister."

As you watch the two talk, your eyes drift to the window; Y/n sitting on one of the chairs out on the porch...

Screw this...

"I'm going to join Y/n outside," You stand from the seat

Before Acacias could even protest, you briskly made your way out of the house and onto the porch.

"Hey," Y/n says

"Hey..." You sit next to her

"Thought you were enjoying your time in the house with your dad and Acacius?" She asks, "No way. He came over unannounced and I just... Would like to be around you."

You scoot closer to Y/n, resting your head on her shoulder. You felt her head sit against yours.

"You didn't tell Acacius you were from the capitol... Right?" You ask

"Nope. Only gave him my name before he shifted his attention back to you," Y/n answers, "He's not fond of capitol?"

"Yeah," You reply

"I see," She sighs, "Well, I don't care. I really only care about you... And... What you think of me..."

"What I think?" You lift your head off of her shoulder to look at you

She nods.

"You're amazing," Was the first thing that came to your mind, "You go above and beyond not only for me, but for my family too."

you could see the blush appear on her face.

"What are you two talking about?" Acacius' voice scares the both of you

"Nothing," You clear your throat

"You two going to go to the Hoedown tonight?" Your pa asks

Chapter 6

#lamina tbosas #lamina x reader #lamina #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #female reader #district 7 #tbosas

[froggymarsh]

hi!! can i ask for #27 with empires joel or maybe life series bad boys, whichever u think fits the song better? :D

love this song :D it's in french so i'm going entirely off of vibes 😎👍

Joel always feels the smallest when he's walking next to Lizzie.

She towers above him- all blue scales and flowing pink hair like a waterfall down her back. Her tail swishes lightly behind them, almost inseparable to the trailing fabric of her dress. A webbed hand holds his as if he's something precious, and Joel can't help but feel so small.

He's been working on it with Jimmy. Being small around Jimmy is as easy as breathing, but being small around Lizzie is hard! What if she thinks he's weird? Or that he's weak and can't handle himself? Or what if she sees him have an accident?

He squeezes her hand and tries not to think about it. To his surprise, she squeezes back.

He tilts his head up. A cloud halos her head, glowing a lovely pink in the fading light of sunset. She smiles, and Joel's breath escapes him.

She's beautiful.

"Hi," he whispers.

She laughs, light and beautiful, like the kind of bell that would give an angel its wings. "Hello, Joel."

He's feeling brave. "Can I paint you?"

"Paint me?" Lizzie repeats as they step carefully into the Mezalean Matral Palace, nodding to terracotta guards and making their way up to where she knows Joel's bedroom is. "You can, Joel, but right now it's bedtime."

"Please?" he asks, a breath of a thing. He nearly trips over his own feet, eyes locked on Lizzie's. She catches him, looking down again, and he gives her his best puppy-dog eyes, "jus' fast before bed?"

Lizzie smiles, then sighs and reaches over to ruffle his hair.

"Fine. Just fast before bed."

He beams, grasping her hand in both of his and practically drags her all the way up to his room.

Once there, he releases her hand, ducks through the curtains that make up the door, and bounds across the room to the dresser that holds all of his chalk. He pulls it open, yanking a bit when it catches in the middle, and digs through it, pulling out all the blues and pinks that he can find and dumping them onto the floor.

"Oh, careful," Lizzie calls, "don't break all your chalk!"

"I won't!" he shouts back.

Once he's got all of them out, he turns, makes the front of his shirt a pouch, and scoops all of the chalk into it. Then he walks along the wall and finds a place that hasn't been drawn on- a spot in the middle of a small field of sunflowers. He thinks he was saving this spot for something else, but he doesn't remember anymore. It was probably supposed to be him and Lizzie.

He kneels down and dumps all his chalk on the floor again, whipping his head around to see where Lizzie is. She's laying pajamas out on the bed.

"'izzie!" he calls.

She looks up. He pats the spot on the floor next to him. She laughs and makes her way over, a towel draped over her arm.

"Sit sit sit," he says, patting the ground again. She crouches, and instead of sitting like he wants, she removes the crown from his head and fluffs out his hair. "Hey!"

"Just a minute, pumpkin," Lizzie leans down, kissing the top of his head, "I'm going to get everything ready for bedtime, and then I'll come sit, okay?"

Joel pouts.

"I promise," she shifts the crown into her other hand and extends a pinky. "Pinky promise."

He pouts more, but reluctantly wraps his pinky around hers and shakes it once.

She kisses his cheek. "I'll be right back."

He squirms away, giggling, and turns to the wall as she walks away. Before she can disappear, he gets a blue off the floor and starts with an outline.

He's drawn Lizzie a hundred million times before- usually in paintings of the ocean, or in her office, or high up in a tower, or flying through the air on a trident. Many of the drawings are hanging on his walls, in fact, or scribbled in the margins of his notebooks, doodled on the backs of napkins or on blank pages of old books, always careful, always detailed, never as breathtakingly beautiful as the real thing.

Joel grips the piece of chalk tight and vows to make this the best drawing he's ever done.

The chalk scrapes gently against the wall as he works. A bathtub fills in the other room. The wind chimes on his balcony sing, rocked by a gentle breeze. He adds himself next to her- sticks his tongue out between his teeth in concentration- squints at the wall, completely absorbed in his task.

He looks up at the swishing of skirts, and finds Lizzie carefully tracing her fingers along the shapes of sunflowers as she approaches.

"'izzie," he whispers.

Lizzie looks up. Her smile makes her eyes crinkle.

He pats the floor in front of his drawing, and she comes over, obediently kneeling down in front of it. He sits in her lap, pieces of chalk in both hands.

She wraps her arms around him, content.

Then, she gasps. "Is that us?"

Joel nods, trying to scoot forward while still staying on Lizzie's lap. She lifts him and shifts closer to help him reach.

"What are we doing?" Lizzie asks, the gentle tone of her voice warm and safe and wonderful.

"Dancing," Joel answers, finishing the brown on either side of the green stripe in his hair. Then he whispers, "do you like it?"

"I love it," Lizzie whispers back, "you're doing amazing."

And there they sit for an hour or so, listening to the quiet scraping of chalk on the walls and Lizzie's gentle questions. When Joel is properly covered in colorful streaks of chalk dust, his head drooping, Lizzie carefully removes the chalk from his hands and scoops him into her arms, kissing his forehead on the way to the bathtub.

He protests, but quickly settles in the warmth of the water, the flush of his face hidden by mountains of bubbles. After a bath, Lizzie carefully dries him off with a towel, helps him into brightly patterned pajamas, then tucks him into bed with another kiss to the forehead.

She slips across the room to gather up piles of chalk when he calls out to her.

"'izzie?"

She looks up, straightening her posture to meet his eyes, "yes?"

"You're nod'eaving?"

"Not yet, pumpkin," Lizzie answers, returning to her task, picking up three more bits of chalk, "I'm going to clean up first."

"Can you stay, p'ease?"

She pauses. Looks up again.

"For how long?"

"All night," he whispers, pleading, "p'ease?"

She smiles, "of course."

He beams, shifting to one side of the bed to make room.

"I'm going to finish cleaning up first, okay? I'll be there in just a little bit, love."

He nods, fast, and Lizzie returns yet again to her task.

She finishes quickly. Calls for a maid to retrieve one of her spare nightgowns, sings a lullaby to Joel while she waits. When it's brought she changes quickly and climbs into bed next to him, the curl of her tail reaching all the way around him, the tip of it pressing lightly on his back for only a moment.

He's barely awake now. She leans forward, kissing his forehead yet again. This time he doesn't open his eyes, letting out a gentle sigh.

"Love you, 'izzie," he murmurs.

She smiles, "love you too, Joel."

//

The morning brings embarrassment. She'd expect nothing less- he's always embarrassed after regressing.

He apologizes. She tells him he's cute. He blushes a lot, insisting he isn't cute, that he's never been cute, but Lizzie boops his nose and his words dissolve into meaningless fluff, and he buries his face in his hands and lets himself be scooped into a hug, pressed against her chest.

She can feel his heartbeat. She tucks him under her chin and hums.

They have to get up eventually. Lizzie has to go run a kingdom.

Before she does, Joel spots the drawings on the wall.

"What's this mess?" he asks, but the flush on his face suggests he remembers what happened, knows exactly what it was. Lizzie smiles.

"It's us," Lizzie answers, "we're dancing."

Joel smiles, his eyes full of nothing but fondness as he looks up at her. "So we are."

#joel tag #lizzie tag #empires agere #froggy drabbles #THINKS ABOUT THEM. WAAAUGH. #the themb. the belobeds. #started joel pov and ended lizzie pov i'm doin great /lh #might edit this and put it on ao3 later. thinks.

[jennay]

Aurora

The request:

would you maybe be able to write a Jamie x reader where reader is pregnant and goes into labor and has their baby? I love the idea of first time dad Jamie.

Master List

You sat with your friends and Jamie at the dining room table. Joseph and his girlfriend were visiting for Jamie's birthday.

As much as you adored each of them, you couldn't wait to get your clothes off and hope into bed. Being eight months pregnant and ready to pop at any second was a whirlwind wind of exhaustion and bits of anxiety.

You listen to Jamie telling Joseph the names you've picked for your daughter's arrival. You rest your hand on your bump and try to stretch your back through the pain. Your eyes close, and you let out a soft groan that draws all eyes to you.

"You alright?" Jamie's face searches yours for answers. He'd been a nervous wreck since the doctor told him it could happen anytime.

"Yep, YOUR daughter is just trying to reorganize my organs." You groan.

Jamie chuckles, covering your hand with his and resting it on your lap. "Oh, she's MY daughter now. Quick change from this morning when she was your baby." He teases.

Joseph takes a bite of his cake, and when he can talk again, he says, "You settled on Aurora Bower?"

You smile through another contraction. They seem to be getting closer and closer, but you don't want to stress Jamie because then he will stress you out.

"Aurora Rose Bower." Jamie proudly tells him. "Rose is for (y/n) Mother."

Your eyes fill with tears; your mother isn't around anymore, and thoughts of her made you cry happy or sent you into a spiral during this pregnancy. Your emotions honestly didn't make much sense, and everything felt heightened.

You wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes. Standing, you tell the three that you're going to head to the other room. You needed to get into pajamas and lay down.

"I'll be in shortly." He rests his hand on your lower back and guides you between his legs. "Let me know if you need anything." You tilt your chin toward your chest and kiss his soft pillow lips. He jolts back when he feels a tiny kick against his chest. "Was that-"

You giggle. "Yes, she's probably wondering why I'm still vertical."

"Being a dad is going to be amazing." Joseph gushes. "You two are going to be great parents."

"Hopefully, she doesn't take after me." You laugh, "I don't want to deal with a miniature me. God, I was awful to my parents." You rub your belly, "Don't be like your dad either… you're not allowed to be like him until after his late 20's."

Jamie rubs the small of your back. "We'll send her to Uncle Joseph when she's naughty." He teases.

Joe defensively raises his hands, "Nope, I get her when she's in a good mood, and I send her home full of sugar."

"Shit," You loudly groan. "Jamie," You take in a deep breath. "Either I just pissed myself, or my water broke." You lean your hands on the table to hold your body straight and yell, "We need to go." You watch as the three begin scurrying around the room like they've forgotten how to be human. "Jamie." You calmly say.

He stops in his tracks, grabbing your baby bag. "Do you need anything else?" His eyes are wide as he stares at you. "Bag, clothes… water bottle." He anxiously looks around the room. Beads of sweat fall from his forehead and dampen his hair.

"I need you to breathe." You say through deep breaths." You hold his hands in yours, your chest to his. "Please, breathe." You kiss his knuckles. "There's a baby on the way, and I need you to help me to the car."

Jamie nods and tosses Joseph his keys, "Drive." Joseph immediately goes to the front door with his girlfriend, Mariah. "I'll get the car started."

You latch onto Jamie's arm, dropping most of your weight on him. He helps you waddle to the car. "Do you want to lie down?" He asks.

You shake your head and get into the car. Jamie squeezes next to you, and that's when the contractions start causing the most indescribable pain you've ever felt. You swing your leg across the empty seat and lean backward against Jamie. You try to keep your breathing at a regular rate, but the pain is becoming unbearable, and you would be willing to push this baby out right now. Jamie is the sweetest he can be. He coos to you and lovingly holds your hand, to which you respond by nearly breaking his fingers. "Drive faster!" You scream.

The noises that you were making sounded like an exorcism was being performed.

"Jamie," You cry, "Fuck! I never want to do this again."

When you arrive at the hospital, Mariah runs inside to grab a wheelchair chair and give the receptionist a notice. "It's ok, darling." He holds you upright. "Here." He guides you to the wheelchair. "Sit."

"Are you the father?" The lady asks.

"Yes." He continues pushing you down the hallway and into the room. "Look, Love, your doctor is waiting."

You sigh with relief; Jamie helps you stand and get out of your clothes and into the gown they provided. Your doctor doesn't hesitate to start checking everything.

"We need to get you pushing now. That baby is ready." She informs you. "Honey, I know you wanted an epidural, but it's too late. She's ready."

You nod, "Just get her out of me!" Jamie holds your hand and keeps assuring you of how well you are doing and that he's so proud of you.

"One more big push."

You push with every last bit of energy left, and a sudden release relieves your tired aching body.

Tiny cries are heard from the newborn, and you begin to settle at the sound.

Your doctor flings her to your chest. Tears blur your vision. You couldn't believe she was finally here and in your arms.

Jamie crouches to get a better view of his daughter. Pride swells inside of him. He'd never been prouder than this very moment. "Darling, you did so well." He kisses your forehead. "She's beautiful."

After a few moments, they walk Jamie through cutting her cord and giving her her first bath. It was amazing to see how gentle and sweet he was with her.

Jamie with his newborn daughter was the most precious interaction you'd ever witnessed.

Even though you said you never wanted to do this again, you’d do it over to see the beautiful admiring look on Jamie’s face when he was met with your child.

Jamie, with the help of the nurse, wraps his daughter in a fresh blanket. He is still in disbelief; he vowed to love and protect this child with everything he had.

"We're parents." You say as Jamie lays Aurora back in your arms.

"Who let that happen?" He jokes.

"Failed birth control, but let's keep that to ourselves." You run your thumb down your daughter's cheek, wanting to remember this moment forever. "By the way, you're a sexy father."

"Oh, thanks. Can I get a dad bod now and stop going to the gym." He pulls Aurora's little hat back. "She's blond; at least we know she has one thing from me."

"As long as she has the normal amount of fingers and toes, I don't care what color her hair is." You yawn and lean your head back, "Here." You say, holding your daughter out to Jamie. “I need to close my eyes.”

Jamie gladly takes her in his arms. He smiles uncontrollably. He takes the time to count her fingers and toes that way when you asked he could confidently tell you they were all there.

Aurora’s tiny hand wraps around Jamie’s finger.. His heart melts and he let out the softest aw. “I thought your mom would be the only keeper of my heart, but here you are, pulling at every string.” He softly laughs. “You’re the most precious gift I could have asked for.”

Jamie’s worries settled and soon all he could do was plan the future out. He now felt confident enough to say he was meant for this.

I loved writing this. 💜

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell x reader #jamie fanfic #jamie bower x reader #jamie bower x you #jamie bower fluff #jamie bower x y/n #jamie campbell bower x you #jcb #jcbower

[amysterywrappedinanenigma]

Ranking (bullying) LD Curtain's season 2 fashion choices

Because even if the show seems to have forgiven him, I sure haven’t. 

DISCLAIMER: This is in NO WAY criticizing the costume designers of this show- it couldn’t be farther from that. They’ve done an amazing job with every single piece in the show, and all of these fit Curtain’s personality and aesthetic perfectly. This is just me mocking the in-universe fashion choices that the character makes, because he needs to be bullied more. All lighthearted, all in good fun.

Disclaimer #2: I know literally nothing about fashion, please don’t attack me. 

Okay, from least heinous to most heinous, here we go! 

First up:

As much as it pains me to admit this. I actually. Really like this one. (”And if you told me I would never say something like that, well, I would never say something like that, but here we are.”) I think the silhouette is interesting, and all of the pieces come together well. Plus, in some of the tighter shots you can see that the fabric texture and detailing is really cool:

The leaves as clasps and that crinkly texture kind of really slap, and I really love the way the collar sort of wraps into the placket.

8 / 10

Interview outfit:

Wow, look! Another one that doesn't inspire immediate feelings of rage! We're doing so well.

This one isn't as visually interesting as the first outfit, but I do sort of like it. The collar folds create kind of a cool shape, and the grey accents under the top is a nice little contrast. I don't know how I feel about the zipper right below the collar, it's kind of a weird choice and might look better if it wasn't so visible, but I'll let it slide for this one since we have a much more heinous zipper situation coming up later.

I like the contrasting shades of blue with the button up shirt, and the lavender shirt he wears under it later in the episode, and the fact that part of the collar can kind of fold down to make a different shape.

6 / 10

Clown sleeves:

So the sleeves on this one are. kind of a lot. But they gain a couple of points for being the only thing in this outfit that really pops. They're sort of weird, but I can see the appeal of them standing out against the black vest, and being a pretty nice contrast that draws the eye.

5 / 10

Meh:

Time for the part of the post where I include 6 outfits that I just kind of don't have strong opinions on, mainly because they feel like pretty standard, decent outfits with no real reason to bat an eye at them.

The last image is saved on my computer as "are those your pajamas?" but. acceptable.

sure / 10

Dancy dance:

🧍‍♂️

I don't have much to say about this one other than, for some reason, the visual of him wearing tennis shoes makes me viscerally uncomfortable.

🤡 / 10

Elizabeth Holmes Chic:

He looks like a kid playing dress-up in their dad's giant overcoat, except someone let him go outside looking like this. I know oversized clothing items can be fashionable but here he's like drowning in it.

And then when he takes the coat off:

This maybe wouldn’t be a terrible outfit, it’s just so goddamn pretentious. He seems like he's trying to look like Steve Jobs, but ended up looking more like Elizabeth Holmes.

about to start another pyramid scheme / 10

Vacation dad (derogatory):

On someone else I might like this outfit, but on him it just looks so dumb. He looks like he's about to go skydiving with how much he's buttoned up. Better watch out or he could get carried away and spend 20 minutes unstrapping and unbuttoning it to reveal his fun little vacation shirt underneath! It's somehow stupidly formal and stupidly casual at the same time, and I just think it's a very silly little outfit. He's joining the army as penance for his fashion crimes. If you ask very very nicely he might tell you what's in his four huge, weirdly-placed pockets.

what's in the pockets / 10

And now.

We've arrived. We're finally here. The last one. The moment we've all been waiting for.

The worst of the worst:

I'll be honest, I don't really know where to start this one. There are too many things to choose from. Do I start with the weird asymmetrical pattern on the sleeves, with the red and blue stripes that aren't even made up of the same type of pattern?

Or maybe the fact that the buttons (and the piece of fabric they're attached to) ends too high above the neckline of the top layer?

Or we could talk about the fact that the top layer looks like one of those smocks you'd wear to get an x-ray at the dentist, made in a fabric that must have been rescued from the back of a fabric store after 50 years of not being bought.

I think by far the worst part is the length:

The fact that those strange little smock flaps go almost a foot past the zipper, halfway down to his knees. It swallows like 2/3rds of his body in this horrible block of grey fabric, and this man has the audacity to carry himself like it’s fashionable, instead of an assault on the senses. 

I want to set it on fire. I want to burn him along with it. I want to gently take his tailor aside and ask if Curtain held him at knife point and made him design this monstrosity. TEAR IT TO PIECES, GET IT OUT OF MY SIGHT, TURN IT INTO SCRAPS FOR SQ'S ART PROJECTS.

Anyway.

This outfit is such a menace to this world that I thought everyone should get a chance to tear it to shreds, so presenting, the communal roast:

“GROSS. SHUN.” -@mvshortcut

"prison chic. dentist x-ray chic. ugly." -@mysteriouseggsbenedict 

“the terrible zip up vest that just keeps on going fucked a potato sack” -@bi-demon-ium

“runway model for the most pretentious fashion designer who ever lived” - @sqenthusiast

“Trying to be casual but also Better Than You. The definition of 'you really thought you did something there'” -@echo-delta

“Child with one of those books where you can draw clothes over top the shape of a person” -@mysteriouseggsbenedict 

“Mr Curtain sir I don’t feel very happy looking at this. I think it’s a little counterproductive.” -@mvshortcut

Truly horrendous.

borrowing constance's acid to destroy the outfit and then clean the eyes of anyone who wants to forget they saw this monstrosity / 10

Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me, and as always, send the x-ray bib to hell.

#the mysterious benedict society #mbs disney #mbs #mysterious benedict society #ld curtain #this post has been in the works for a WHILE so I hope people enjoy it #we don't need to talk about how long it took me #this post really just devolves as it goes on #a portrait of me losing my mind #i could also scream about how much i love the costume design of other characters on this show #but this was the funnier option #on any other characters i would be complimenting them for their bold fashion choices (except for maybe the last one) #ledroptha curtain

[asshlyyyy]

Just wanted to say that Dylan with his crush is the vine “hey! I think you’re pretty cool! I like you a lot! Maybe we could…hang out or something” and My mind will not be changed!

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk, I love you 💜

"Hey! I think you're pretty cool!" (Dylan Lenivy x reader)

Thank you so much for pointing this out. When I read this I was immediately like... yes. I changed it up just a little bit in order to work with the one-shot. I hope you still enjoy this. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. I have a love-hate relationship with it.

Masterlist

warnings: mention of sex wc: 2.1k

"Hey, is it okay that I invited over some friends?" Kaitlyn asked as she looked over at you. You peered up from your book and smiled at her.

"Yeah, that's fine," you nodded, "I'll probably just head into my room."

"Come on, you can't just hide away from everyone you meet."

She was right. You basically hid away from everyone you met. You used to be the quirky outgoing person but after the incident... you kind of pulled yourself away. You kind of just didn't trust anyone anymore. All considering Chris was secretly a murdering killing werewolf.

"Just give them a chance... You'll like them," she kind of begged you. You let out a breath. You just sat by yourself most days. You did keep the apartment clean, and you were sure that Kaitlyn loved that.

"Finneeee, you bully," you stuck your tongue at her. She chuckled lightly and shook her head.

"Go change into something that isn't your pajamas," she ordered. You made a whinny face and got up and floundered off to your bedroom.

You should just lock yourself in here in reality. There was nothing Kaitlyn could do about it. You also knew that she would yell at you, and frankly... you didn't like when she got like that. It kind of scared you. If she could, she would easily beat you up. Major girl boss energy if you ask me.

There was nothing wrong with what you were wearing. Sure they were your pajamas but they didn't actually look like pajamas. They were just some shorts and an oversized shirt. Maybe they were dirty? You looked yourself over in the mirror. Sure you looked a bit... disheveled... but it was fine. Your hair was brushed... isn't that all that matters?

Maybe Kaitlyn was right. You haven't really been yourself... maybe it's time to act like it? But then you'd just be fooling yourself. You felt so much weight on your shoulders and for what? nothing... absolutely nothing.

"I don't hear draws and closets opening!" Kaitlyn called from outside the room.

"Oh stop listening!" You yelled back at her and went ahead to find something to change into. You were tearing your whole closet apart. You wanted to make a good impression... but to be fair... your closet turned into sweat pants and oversized shirts. There had to be at least something in there worth wearing.

You pushed your clothes back and forth in the closet. You would take one off the rod, view yourself in the mirror with it, and then put it back. It took you quite a long time, to say the least. You ended up going with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. You put on some actual shoes and then added some accessories. You left your hair as it was, besides a brush through to get rid of some knots.

You walked out of your room and already heard voices that were more than just Kaitlyn's voice. I guess her friends were already here. You let out a breath and shook your hands.

"You'll be okay, y/n... you'll be okay..." you gave yourself a prep talk before heading out into the main area. Your eyes wandered around the people around you before they were turned to look at you. Your eyes widened. She said friends, but couldn't bother to say your camp friends?

"Dyl?" You spoke softly. He smiled back at you and nodded. You ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him. it felt like a magical moment. Like two couples running on the beach towards each other. The one picks up the other and spins them around in a magical hug. That was what was happening.

You haven't seen Dylan since the whole event. You two never really kept in touch. You didn't really keep in touch with anyone besides Kaitlyn of course... Considering she was your roommate and everything. You two got along great when you met at camp.

You two were two peas in a pot. You worked together, the kids enjoyed it when they were with you two... and when the incident happened, Dylan kept you close to him the whole time. Even though he tended to hide behind you at some points... He was still protective over you.

"Oh my god," you chuckled gently as he placed you back on the ground. "i- I can't believe you're here."

"Well, Kaitlyn invited me over so," he shrugged, "figured I'd stop by and see my best friend."

"Ohh, so Dylan gets all the love and Jacob gets none." You turned your head and looked at Jacob and shook your head.

"Stop talking in the third person and maybe I'll give you a hug," you chuckled and went towards him to hug him. Jacob pulled you in a bone-crushing hug.

"It's nice to see you again," he said and pulled away.

"I see you all the time when you're on facetime with Kaitlyn," You pointed out and sat down on the couch.

"Isn't the same thing,"

"Why didn't you tell me it was just Dylan and Jacob?" You asked Kaitlyn and looked over at her.

"Because it's a surprise, see... surprise." she smiled. You shook your head at her.

"You're annoying,"

"Oh, but you love me." She pointed out. You stuck your tongue at her again and rested your back further into the couch as Dylan came and sat next to you.

"So, what are you guys doing here?" You asked Jacob and Dylan.

"Well, we're all friends and haven't seen each other in a long while so," Jacob shrugged. You looked over at Dylan.

"And you?" You asked.

"I missed you of course,"

"Right right, of course." You nodded.

"You did kind of just disappear once the sun came up," Dylan mentioned. You shook your head.

"I- I don't want to talk about it," You mumbled and looked down at your hands.

"Y/n is still kind of recovering from that," Kaitlyn explained to Dylan. It was weird to say considering it had been almost half a year. You were sure Kaitlyn still had nightmares, but she was... pretty much over the whole thing.

"Right right... I- I'm sorry," Dylan apologized. You sent him a kind smile.

"Hey, you didn't know." You shrugged it off.

The day was pretty much amazing. You got to rekindle your friendships with Jacob and Dylan. You actually gave Dylan your phone number for real this time. Yes, you have given him a fake one the first time he asked. Then again... it was like the first day of camp.

You didn't question why the others didn't show up, or even why they didn't. You knew hardly anyone kept in touch with each other. It happened... and no one wanted to remember it. Jacob did in fact get over Emma and was dating a wonderful girl named Amelia. You could tell by the way he talked about her that he was in love.

You guys played a few games. Mostly cards games like cards against humanity and even uno. Things did end up getting chaotic as you would imagine. Dylan did in fact try to cheat and tried to play it off with some jokes, but he was always caught and booted out of the game. You couldn't remember the last time you had this much fun. Well, it was probably at camp funny enough.

"Ah shit, we need to get going," Jacob commented as he looked over at the time. It was well late into the night. Probably two in the morning, or close to in fact.

"Why not just spend the night? You guys could sleep in one of our rooms," Kaitlyn suggested.

"We really shouldn't. I need to get back to Amelia anyways." Jacob said and stood up from sitting on the ground.

"Booo, party pooper," Dylan joked. You laughed gently and shook your head.

"Alright, alright. Make fun of the guy who has a girlfriend," Jacob held his hands up.

"Nah, it's okay. We won't keep you any longer." You spoke up. Jacob sent you a reassuring smile.

"You coming, Dylan?" Jacob asked him.

"Uh, I might just stay here the night. If that's alright?" Dylan looked over at you and Kaitlyn.

"That's fine by me," Kaitlyn said and looked towards you.

"Yeah, of course, you're always welcomed." You nodded.

"Cool," he smiled and nodded.

"Alright, I'll see you guys then. We should make this a thing. Weekly... or monthly. It was fun." Jacob said and started to gather his things up.

"Maybe I'll try to get the others to come," Kaitlyn said and started to tape away on her phone.

"Good luck with that. Some of them are impossible to reach." Dylan pointed out.

"What do you mean?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Yeah? Isn't Emma still posting?" You questioned.

"She is yeah, but not as much. She's kind of here and there with it. Ryan... I don't even know. Can't find him on anything. Nick is living his dream at college. Abi, she's like Ryan." Dylan explained.

"Did Nick and Abi not get together?" You asked. You were really hoping the two of them got together. They really liked each other.

"From what I know, no," he shook his head, "and if they did, Nick doesn't post or say anything about it."

"That's a shame," you said quietly.

"Well, I'm heading out. Talk to you guys later." Jacob waved and left the apartment.

"Byt Jacob," You waved.

"See ya, brat," Kaitlyn said, not bothering to look at him. "Well, with that, I think we should all get some rest. I am drained. I'll clean up tomorrow."

"That's okay, I'll clean up." You smiled and stood up. Kaitlyn shrugged it off and went towards her room.

"I'll help," Dylan offered.

"Oh, that's okay, you can just go to bed." You said and grabbed a garbage bag to pick up all the trash.

"Eh," he shrugged, "I don't sleep much." You nodded and decided to not push it.

The two of you cleaned in silence. It was rather nice. You usually cleaned listening to music, but there was just something different. The silence was peaceful for once. You were always scared that something would jump out if it was too quiet. Thank you Hackett's Quarry.

"Hey," Dylan said as the two of you finished cleaning. You looked over at him.

"Yeah?"

"I- uh... I think you're pretty cool... um, I... I like you a lot. Maybe we could... hang out or something?" Dylan asked. You couldn't believe your ears right now. Was the Dylan Lenivy asking you out on a date? Your face was heating up just at the thought of it.

"I-"

"Oh, shit- I- I'm sorry. Uh- forget I even said any-"

"I would love to," you smiled gently. Dylan returned your smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah... Yeah, I want to go on a date with you, or hang out, whatever you called it."

"Can I kiss you?" Dylan asked. If your face could turn any redder, it definitely just did. Yes, you liked Dylan a lot. Especially when you guys were at camp. He was tall, handsome, funny, and smart. Literally, all the things you looked for in a guy.

You couldn't get any words out so you just nodded. Dylan was extremely overjoyed and pulled you close. He held your face close as his thumbs caressed your cheeks lightly. He had grown some facial hair since you last saw him, but god how did he get so much hotter?

His lips were lip absolutely heaven. That saying of 'butterflies in your stomach' or 'fireworks going off' ... it... was way more perfect. Your hands were on his waist. A smile on your lips, as you guys kissed. It was like your lips were molded perfectly against his. This was everything you wanted, and god you cursed at yourself for not saying anything at camp.

Maybe it was time to go back. To go back to how you were. Be out there. Be your usual outgoing self. The one that Dylan liked... well... no- don't even. Dylan would like you no matter what. In fact,  he waited six months just to ask you out, just to be able to kiss you. This man was committed and god... you were falling fast for him.

The two of you pulled away, but not from each other. You melted into each other's arms. Your head rested on his chest as his hand trailed up and down your back. You don't know how you did it, but you managed to offer him that you two sleep together. Not... you know... in a sexual way. You just felt bad that he had to sleep on the couch.

You were happy you did because you didn't wake up once that night from any nightmares. By some medical, you had a dream instead of a nightmare. A dream where you were happy and not being chased around by murderous werewolves.

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #dylan the quarry #the quarry dylan #dylan lenivy #dylan lenivy x reader #the quarry dylan lenivy

[mj-iza-writer]

I was finishing part 2 of SP Special Containment, but my family threw me into a little bit of age regression because of an argument, so here is some comfort for an age regressed Whumpee.

Before I get started, age regression, to me is not a sexual thing. I see it as coping mechanism. I wanted that to be clarified.

Caretaker glanced down from their papers to see what Whumpee was doing. They frowned when they saw Whumpee picking nervously at their lips. They knew something was up because Whumpee had already slid down to the floor earlier.

"Whumpee are you doing alright?", Caretaker leaned up.

"Uh yes Caretaker", Whumpee looked up not realizing they had picked their lips to the point of bleeding.

"Come here please", Caretaker reached for Whumpee's chapstick, "you've got to stop picking at your lips", they rolled the lip balm over Whumpee's lips, "your drawing blood."

"I'm sorry, I'm just, uh", Whumpee looked down awkwardly.

"Look up please", Caretaker grabbed a tissue to wipe some of the blood, then reapplied the lip balm to the spot, "thankyou."

"Thankyou Caretaker", they slid down, and automatically started to bother their lips again.

"Whumpee", Caretaker complained.

"I'm sorry", Whumpee pocketed their hands.

"Are you struggling with something, you've been more quiet then normal?", Caretaker sat up again, "oh wait, do you need to age regress? I know you got a little nervous earlier when that person was at the door."

Whumpee looked up nervously.

"You can regress if you want, I can get some some stuff set up for you. Do you want to color, read?", Caretaker started to get up.

"I don't want to bother you, Caretaker. I'm okay really", Whumpee looked at them sadly.

"You are not bothering me. I know age regressing helps you cope, so if you need to do it, then let's do it", Caretaker smiled, "I want to help you."

Whumpee smiled, "thankyou."

"Absolutely", Caretaker pulled out a few things, "you can go get into your pajamas or something comfortable if you prefer, we probably will eat dinner here. So you won't have to change again."

Whumpee hurried up the stairs to get changed.

They came down to Caretaker setting up the finishing touches.

Caretaker had created a blanket fort by pushing together the couch and recliner, then grabbed a kitchen table.

"Wow", Whumpee marveled.

"Yes I use to do this growing up, then with my kids. Blanket forts was one of our favorites", Caretaker pulled another chair, "go ahead, crawl in, take a look."

Whumpee got down and crawled into the fort. Once inside, they sat up and looked around.

Caretaker made their last adjustment, "what do you think?"

"It's amazing, I've never seen something like this", Whumpee squirmed in excitement.

"I thought you might like this", Caretaker crawled in, "I've been waiting for you to want to age regress to do it for you. I didn't want you to feel forced into it."

Whumpee smiled brightly, "this is amazing, thankyou so much."

"You're welcome", Caretaker started to back out, "I'm going to grab you a few things to do, and later I can show you how to build this, so you can do it whenever you like. I will always help you if you need me to."

Caretaker came back with a bucket of activities.

"So we've got an activity desk for a hard surface. This is a lantern for some light and coloring books. Here are some markers and crayons. I grabbed a few books the other day, this one has stickers even. Here are snacks, water, and juice. I grabbed you a couple of stuffies for friends. Also, a blanket in case you want a nap."

Whumpee looked at everything.

"Where are you going to be?", Whumpee looked at Caretaker.

"I'm going to work on those papers again right on the couch beside you", Caretaker smiled, "I'll peak in on you here and there, and maybe bring a book in later to read. I'm also thinking dino chicken nuggets and mac and cheese for dinner, how does that sound."

Whumpee nodded excitedly, dino nuggies were the best.

"Alright, you have fun", Caretaker backed out of the fort again, "let me know if you need me."

Whumpee squeezed one of the stuffed toys joyfully and started playing with the stickers.

They eyed the snacks next, and the juice.

They were comforted when they heard Caretaker on the couch. Happy that their was no judgement from Caretaker for needing to age regress.

Whumpee laid down and looked at another one of the books. They needed this.

#whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking