#Not a typical one anyway - She spent most of it kept to one room with a hand-me-down teddy bear of Ami's and her siblings

[sakurarisen]

Though Sera does her best to show maturity and strength to those she meets, there’s no denying this is born from being forced to grow up far too quickly and early for her own good, and as a result she hides anything that could be deemed ‘childish’ from anyone she doesn’t trust with her very life. Acting like a kid, being bouncy and easily excited, showing how deep her lack of understanding or the world and social situations truly goes, experiencing the childhood she was forced to skip out on... These are all hidden by choice, fearing being a burden or pushing people away. The more freely Sera acts and the more childish and silly she can be, the more she trusts the person she’s with, making for a good indicator of her her comfort and someone’s closeness with her.

Even so, there are certain things that are less hidden and far more easily noticed; light up sneakers, for one, are something she wears off and on while living in Midgar, and it’s incredibly difficult for her to pass by a playground without at least sitting on a swing for a little bit. She’s easily distracted by things that sparkle, and above all else, is incredibly partial to plush toys - Enough so that those who visit the Fair Household, be it in Gongaga or Midgar, are likely to find one of her prized possessions somewhere within the house: A stuffed husky.

About the size of a standard teddy bear, the dog, named Zax by Sera herself, has been both clearly taken care of, but also shows signs of being very much loved; its stitching has been clearly repaired in several places along its seams, and the stuffing is thinner and readjusted around its middle from being hugged countless times since being obtained. Its limbs also move a bit easier and are more akin to being ‘floppy’ compared to one fresh off the store shelf, a result of being carried around by the paw, and the tail has begun to droop despite multiple attempts to re-stuff it by friends.

Though she never takes Zax out of the house in a fear of losing him, Sera is convinced he’s made of magic, and uses the toy as something of a means of keeping herself grounded. A part of her considers his magic connected to Zack, carrying with him the ability to share her emotions and feelings to the other man, but even past that Zax is special - He’s soft and something to fidget with, distract herself by petting him, a toy to hug tight, a sounding board when she’s scared and feels the need to babble... He’s the first toy she’s actually had for herself and her first possession in Midgar, and carries with him a great deal of meaning that resulted in him being one of the items she couldn’t leave Midgar without on her quick dash away from the city.

Even as an adult in Gongaga, Zax continues to serve the same purpose and routinely shifts around the house as needed, helping her to deal with stresses and loneliness she can’t deal with on her own. She’s afraid of showing off her less awkward side to those she doesn’t trust and doesn’t know how they’d react, and understands there’s a time and place for it, but Zax is something she will always happily admit to - And tell you his name and where he came from with a bright smile!

#Colors Of Sakura [Headcanons] #Sera never had a childhood? #Not a typical one anyway - She spent most of it kept to one room with a hand-me-down teddy bear of Ami's and her siblings #And then had to grow up by the time she was 9 and deal with things nobody ever should #She's definitely mature and knows how to be an adult but lacks a lot of understanding and lessons most people would've grown up with? #And thereis definitely still a kid in there that wants to experience being a kid - Which is where this HC comes in #Sera when she's comfortable can be silly and teasing and gonna ask if you'll go to a playground with her? #It takes time to get her to be that loose and comfortable with herself for a lot of reasons but #If you get her like that you know you're really close to her and she considers you a really tight friend #If not part of the family #Zax is an outlier; if you're in the house you're already probably a good friend to start with #And she won't ever hide Zax <3 #He was a gift from (my) Kunsel and has been her (stuffed) support dog since - Since she can't have a real doggo #And just looking at him you can tell he's been loved and cared for <3 #If Zack isn't home she'll sleep with Zax - If Zack IS home he sits on the nightstand #The more lonely and bothered and unsettled she is the more she relies on Zax to keep her grounded? #He's a special doggo <3 #Trauma countering doggo <3 #...Also yes I literally googled 'stuffed husky' for that picture #I can't draw doggos - Let alone stuffed ones XD #But that's pretty much Zax <3

[sweetestdesire]

A FRIEND IN NEED

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, loss of virginity, innocence kink, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Trevor Zegras x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader has an awkward question to ask Trevor Zegras.

Y/N tugged at the straps from her top and sighed. She'd spent so long thinking about this moment; she couldn't believe she was actually going through with it today. Her knuckles tapped against the door, and she took a step back. Her heart was thudding so loud the beats pounded in her ears.

While she waited for the sound of footsteps, Y/N smoothed her hands over her skirt and turned to gaze at the street behind her. Sunlight bounced off the windshield of her parked car, a dog barked in the distance, the smell of a barbecue wafted on the wind. Just a typical Sunday for most people, but not for her.

Y/N shoved her hair back from her face and told herself to keep it together. She flattened her palm against her stomach, closed her eyes and concentrated on deep breaths. With each second that ticked by, she considered the wisdom of running away and pretending this had never happened.

It was a stupid idea anyway, really stupid. Y/N opened her eyes and took a step towards the edge of the porch. She bit her lip and hesitated, the pull to disappear just as strong as the urge to stay. Her stomach dipped as the door swung open at her back.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

Y/N summoned the courage to turn and look into the eyes of Trevor. The rumpled state of his hair gave the impression he'd just climbed out of bed at two in the afternoon. His muscled arm rested on the door frame above his head. Trevor wore black boxer briefs and nothing else. No matter how long she stood here, Y/N knew she'd never get tired of looking at him.

Ignoring his question, she elbowed her way past him and stalked into the house. Y/N dropped her purse and keys onto the hall table and turned to take in the living room. Her eyes swept over the coffee table littered with empty beer cans, the couch with a pair of jeans draped over the back.

The door clicked closed behind her, and Y/N flinched at the finality of the sound. She paced the wooden floorboards and nibbled her thumbnail, then yanked her hand away when she remembered she'd given up the habit years ago.

"Y/N, stop for a minute." Trevor snagged her elbow and turned her toward him. "What's going on?"

Y/N covered her face with her hands. She massaged her forehead and took a couple of fortifying breaths. Was she really going to do this? "I have a question to ask you."

"Must be a good one. You can't even look at me."

Y/N forced her hands away and met his eyes. He'd moved over to the couch and sat on the edge with his hands dangling between his knees. His watchful eyes followed her every movement.

She huffed out a breath. "I'm just going to come out with it, okay?"

"That's usually the best way." Trevor waggled his thumb at the empty space beside him. "Do you want to take a seat? You look like you're about to pass out on me."

Y/N shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I just really need to say this." Her heart hammered, and the pressure built inside her until the idea of telling him almost became appealing. "Trevor, I'm a virgin.”

Trevor leaned back against the couch and clasped his hands behind his head. Amusement glimmered in his eyes, and a lazy smile played about his lips. "Really? With your uptight, highly-strung personality, I never would’ve guessed."

A flush warmed her cheeks as the urge to run gained strength. "I knew you'd react this way."

"Then why did you tell me?" He kept his eyes on her.

It took some effort, but Y/N managed to push her embarrassment aside and approach the coffee table. She shoved a couple of empty beer cans out of the away and perched on the edge facing him. "We've known each other a long time. I've been thinking a lot lately about-"

"Stop stalling." Trevor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stroked her leg with his fingertips. "Out with it."

Y/N blew the hair from her eyes and glanced down at her hands. "The thing is, Trevor..."

"Yes, Y/N."

"I want you to take my virginity."

The sudden silence weighed heavily in the room. Y/N held her breath and trained her attention on her fingernails. Now it was out there, there was no taking it back. Ever. She waited for him to laugh, to ridicule her, but nothing happened.

"You're not saying anything." She glanced up and saw his guarded expression. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Jesus, I'm in shock." Trevor dragged a hand down his face. "You can't just throw it out there like that."

"You told me to!" Y/N pressed her lips together and focused on staying calm. "I just want to get it out of the way. I'm twenty-one years old. I'm sick of having this hanging over my head."

His eyes passed over her. "I'm sure you could find plenty of men willing to help you out with your little 'problem'."

"I don't want just any man." Y/N chewed her lower lip. She closed her eyes and held her breath for a moment. When her gaze met his again, she found some of her courage had returned. "I want you."

Trevor cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Why?"

"I want my first time to be amazing." She saw the heat flare in his eyes, and it gave her hope. "I know with you it will be."

"I'd ask if you were serious, but in all the time I've known you I've never heard you crack a single joke."

Y/N slapped her palms on her knees and pushed herself up to stand. "I knew it was a risk asking you a question like this. I half expected you to say no." She stepped over his bare feet and forced her shoulders back. "Forget it. I was an idiot to even ask."

Trevor gripped her wrist as she passed by, tugging firmly enough to bring her back a step. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it."

Her breath caught, but she told herself not to get too excited yet. "You'll help me out?"

"Yeah, it'll be a real chore. I'd like to say I'm the type of guy who wouldn't take advantage of a woman in your situation, but who would I be kidding?" He fought a losing battle to keep the smile off his face.

Y/N yanked her wrist free from his grasp and scowled at him. "This is one of the reasons I chose you; your ability to have sex and move on as if nothing happened. Also because you annoy me enough I'm not likely to develop any feelings for you."

Trevor stood and flicked his fingertip down her nose. "You underestimate my appeal, Y/N." He propped his hands at his waist and looked her over. "So, are we doing this now, or did you come here to make an appointment?"

She raised her eyes to the ceiling and blew out a loud breath. "I'm beginning to wonder why I came here at all."

Trevor laughed and gave her upper arm a quick rub. "Why don't we just get it over with?" He intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled gently.

Despite her better judgment, Y/N gave in and followed behind him.

-

Y/N discovered his bedroom was filled with modern, masculine furniture. The bed was unmade, she'd expected that, but everything else had its own little place. A faint smile shaped her lips as she glanced around at his things. She'd never had a reason to be in here before. It made her feel closer to him.

Y/N wandered over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She flicked off her sandals and curled her toes into the beige rug. The sound of running water pounded on the other side of the ensuite door. Her leg jiggled, and queasiness settled in her stomach.

"You could join me, you know." Trevor’s voice echoed in the shower.

Y/N shook her head at the humor in his tone. "I think I'll just wait here.” She called back.

"Suit yourself."

She smiled absently and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. The navy linen looked cool and inviting, and she knew the pillows would smell of him.

Y/N nibbled on her lower lip and weighed up her options. Undress and climb in, or wait until he came out of the shower? She decided lying naked under the covers appealed to her more than sitting here growing increasingly nervous.

She stood and moved into the center of the room. Y/N drew a breath, crossed her arms over her body and tugged at the hem of her stop. As the cotton fell from her fingertips, she tried not to dwell on the sexual experience his former girlfriends must have had, or worry too much about her awkwardness killing the mood.

Y/N adjusted the strap on her black bra and peered at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation and her stomach muscles contracted with each quick breath. She gathered her hair in a thick bundle and shook it out behind her.

Y/N unsnapped the button on her skirt and hooked her fingers in the waistband. Dressed only in her bra and a pair of black lace panties that rode low on her hips, she gazed at her reflection. With the unfamiliar room at her back, it almost felt like she was watching someone else.

She blew out a controlled breath and reached behind her to unsnap the clasp on her bra. The flimsy material slackened across her chest, and she slid the straps down her arms, letting the bra drop from her dangling fingertips.

As cool air whispered over her skin, Y/N closed her eyes and tried to imagine how Trevor’s hands would feel roaming her body, touching places only she had touched; his weight pressing down on her, his hardness pushing into her. She tentatively stroked her nipples, sighing when they tightened beneath her touch.

Y/N knew he'd do everything possible to make this moment pleasurable for her. The knowledge stirred a deep longing inside her. She grew bolder and smoothed her palms over her breasts, lifting and massaging the tender flesh. Her hand slipped over warm skin and textured lace.

She trailed her fingers between her thighs, realizing that soon his fingers would be there, teasing, stroking. Y/N knew what it was like to reach that sensual peak, to feel control slip away. It would be different letting Tom take that control from her.

Her head tipped back, and she breathed softly. Y/N wanted this, it thrilled her to admit that she wanted him. If she could just push aside her anxiety, everything would be perfect.

"I'm actually at a loss for words." Her eyes shot open at the sound of Trevor’s voice.

Embarrassment washed over her as she spun around to face him. No matter how much her fingers itched to protect her modesty, Y/N forced her hands to stay at her sides. "I didn't know you were there."

"I know." Trevor stood in the open doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair in disarray. His eyes flickered over her. "That's what made it so damn sweet."

Her cheeks grew hot. Gone was the teasing expression she'd grown so used to over the years. Gone was the laughter in his eyes. His jaw clenched as he walked toward her. Y/N watched him approach, taking in every detail so she could relive this moment later on in her mind. When he stopped before her, she drew in a shuddering breath.

Trevor reached out his hand and stroked the hollow at the base of her throat. His eyes met hers, and he ran his fingertips lightly between her breasts, trailing further down to her stomach. His touch was so soft it barely registered, so intense it left shivers in its wake.

“You're stunning.” Trevor said.

Y/N pressed her lips together to stop them trembling. "Thank you.” She whispered. Her forehead was level with his jaw and she had to tip her chin to meet his gaze. "You'll have to tell me what to do, teach me what you like. I really don't know what-"

"Y/N." Trevor clasped her face in his hands, brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear. "Relax."

She sighed at the calm assurance in his tone. He encircled her in the strength of his arms, holding her close, his fingers flexing against her spine. Y/N breathed in the scent of him. She'd never been so turned on by the simple smell of soap before.

His mouth moved over her throat, dropping lingering kisses here and there. "You've got nothing to worry about.” Trevor said. "I'll take care of you."

"I know." She closed her eyes and leaned against him. "I know you will."

Trevor cupped the back of her head, nibbled her lower lip. He flicked his tongue over the closed seam of her mouth. Now his arms were around her, Y/N found it wasn't all that difficult to let go of her unease. She linked her fingers at the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his to feed the desire welling inside her.

Trevor made a small hum of approval. His mouth moved with hers in a kiss so slow and thorough her body loosened and melted against him. Her tongue ventured inside his mouth. He groaned and shoved his fingers into her hair. His other hand swept down her back to curve over her rear, and he pressed her to him, rubbing her firmly against his erection.

Y/N closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth from his to explore the line of his jaw with her lips. She discovered a sensitive spot behind his ear that made him shudder. It pleased her that despite her inexperience, she could still do that to him.

"More." Trevor breathed the single word against her cheek and dragged her lips back to meet his.

His tongue plunged inside her willing mouth, caressing and exploring the moist depths. Trevor slipped his hand under her heavy fall of hair, cradling the back of her neck as he slid his lips over hers.

Y/N whimpered as she clung to him, overwhelmed by his passion. They were so close she could feel his heart race against her chest. She swept her hands over the muscles of his back, wanting to touch every part of him.

Trevor tore his mouth from hers, breathing heavily as he gazed at her. "You're driving me fucking crazy."

Y/N skimmed her hands over his chest and smiled uncertainly. "I know how you feel."

They both faced the mirror, and her smile disappeared as she blinked at the image staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and pink. Her eyes had a wild look about them. He'd wrapped his arm around her waist, and her breasts jutted upwards over his hard flesh.

"Look at you." Trevor swept her hair aside and licked the back of her neck. "You're beautiful."

She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. "When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful."

Trevor ran his hands over her stomach in slow, hypnotising circles. Y/N watched the movements as if in a dream. Her skin warmed under his touch, and her nipples hardened almost painfully, desperate for his attention. She saw the way his eyes had darkened with need, noticed the steely line of his jaw as he held his desire in check.

Trevor cupped her breasts, running his palms lightly across her nipples. Her mouth parted and a soft moan slipped free. The sight of his tanned, masculine hands cupping and caressing her with such care almost pushed her over the edge. He thumbed her nipples, pinching the buds gently until she cried out.

Y/N held her breath as their gazes meshed in the mirror. Although she knew what was coming, it didn't stop her from jolting against him when he cupped her pussy. Her back arched, and she bit her lip. She'd never been touched by a man so intimately before.

"You feel unbelievable.” Trevor said. “So soft and smooth." He held his hand still and kissed her neck.

It didn't take her long to start moving against him. Trevor massaged her gently. He pushed his finger through her lips, sliding it up and down the length of her, spreading her moisture in agonizingly slow strokes. Y/N knew without touching herself how wet she'd become, how wet he'd made her.

Y/N unconsciously pressed her ass harder against him. Her pussy ached for more. He groaned and dipped his finger inside her. She closed her eyes and let her head drop forward.

Her hair swept over her shoulders, draping around her. "Fuck, Trevor." She couldn't put into words the feelings he stirred in her. Not just the touch of his hands; his presence, his strength, the knowledge he'd keep her completely safe.

Trevor moved his attention to her clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud. She jerked softly and sighed out his name. "Look at me.” He said. His voice was husky and deep, thick with desire.

She lifted her head and shoved her hair from her face. Y/N met his eyes and leaned back on him. Her hips rocked against his hand. Her lips parted as pleasure raced through her. She raised her arms and clasped her fingers behind his neck.

Y/N’s breaths grew heavy as they panted from her. She could feel the bulge of his cock against her lower back. She was on the verge of begging him to put it inside her. He rubbed her moisture over and around her clit, his fingers sliding through her wetness. Sensation grew inside her until she didn't think she could take any more.

"Let go.” Trevor murmured against her ear.

That was all it took in the end, the sound of his voice coaxing her toward orgasm. Her hips bucked against his hand, and she wanted to double over at the intensity. Trevor held her firmly upright as their eyes met in the mirror, and she strained against his hold, letting out a long, low moan.

Trevor kept rubbing, extracting the final few tremors from her. Y/N gripped his forearm and whimpered as the waves subsided. His fingers grazed her sensitive clit as he pulled his hand from her panties. She shuddered and turned in his arms.

“That was amazing." Y/N swept her hair back and fought to catch her breath as her eyes flickered over his face.

"God, you turn me on. Watching you, touching you... I almost lost it when you fucking came."

Y/N basked in the warmth of his gaze, her body glowing with the pleasure he'd given her. He dipped his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shoved them over her hips. She stepped from the bundle and her arms wound around his neck as he walked her lazily backward.

Trevor pulled her close and let his lips roam languidly over hers, building the fire inside her all over again. As Y/N took the opportunity to rid him of his towel, her reaction to him suddenly registered. She'd been prepared for awkwardness, for her inexperience to lessen the moment. Trevor didn't seem bothered by it at all.

Trevor rested his knee on the bed. His palm curved around the back of her neck as he lowered her onto the mattress. Y/N scooted backwards against the cool sheets until her head met the pillow. He leaned over her and planted his hands either side of her body.

Trevor took a moment to drink in the view of her. Her nipples tightened and her skin heated under his gaze. Her body shifted restlessly beneath him until desire and curiosity got the better of her. Her eyes darted down his body, to the pulsing shaft between his thighs. Her cheeks flushed at the sight.

“I want to touch it.” Y/N said.

Trevor straddled her and ran his fingertips from her neck down to her stomach. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. A sudden smile broke across his face. "Touch what?" He asked, raising his brows.

Y/N closed her eyes. He understood full well what she meant. For some reason he wanted her to say it. "Your cock.” She said softly, building the courage to look at him again.

His elbows came to rest either side of her head. His chest brushed hers as he pressed a kiss to her lips. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are right now?" Trevor asked. He moved his mouth over her throat, licked the lobe of her ear. "Anywhere, Y/N. Touch me anywhere."

She smiled. Y/N looked into his eyes and spread her palms over his chest. She caressed his nipples, taking pleasure in the tremor that ran through him. "I like your body. Always have."

Trevor took her mouth with gentle abandon, pressing his tongue against hers. "I've wanted to get my hands on you for years.” He said against her lips.

"Really?" Y/N let her palms glide over his stomach as he hovered above her. His muscles clenched beneath her fingers. She loved the way every small touch garnered a reaction. "I never would've guessed. You've always been such a pain in the ass."

"What can I say?" Trevor lowered his head and licked her nipple. "You bring out the best and worst in me." His breath was warm against her skin. He drew her nipple between his lips, suckling on the tender bud.

Her mouth dropped open and her hips slowly undulated. She followed the line down his stomach until her hands wrapped around him. His groan of appreciation vibrated against her breast. Trevor was hot and hard. He gave a shallow thrust into her palm and tugged on her nipple with his lips.

Y/N used her thumb to spread the slick droplets. "Am I doing this right?"

Trevor lifted his head and nipped at her lower lip. "You're doing everything right.” He said. He lowered his body until his chest pressed against hers and her breasts flattened under his weight. "You're perfect."

Y/N smoothed her hands over his back as tenderness swelled inside her. He pressed his lips to hers and sank his hands into her hair. His tongue swept over hers, his erection nudging her stomach.

She writhed beneath him, desperate, yearning for something she'd never experienced. Y/N parted her thighs and broke the kiss to gasp as he settled between them. His cock probed her entrance, and she wedged her hand between their bodies to touch him again.

Her fingers encircled his thick length, and realization had her brows drawing together. "Are you going to hurt me?"

Trevor pulled back from her and kissed the frown from her forehead. "I'll try my best not to." He scanned her features as if searching for something in her expression. "Do you still want to do this?"

Y/N nodded and squeezed his length, sliding her thumb over the slick tip again. "I don't want to wait any longer. I need you inside me."

Trevor made a deep sound in his throat and captured her mouth with his. His lips moved over hers patiently, thoroughly, stirring chaos inside her all over again. She swept her hands down his back, curving them over his ass. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, making her hips move and her breath catch as he slid inside her just a little.

Trevor moved his attention to her breast, working her nipple into a taut, aching peak with his thumb. She felt the mounting pressure. Bit by bit he pushed further inside her, and she stretched to accommodate his size. It wasn't an easy fit, but his hands and mouth kept her so busy she could barely concentrate on the discomfort.

When he finally bottomed out, Trevor pulled her hands up beside her head and interlaced his fingers with hers. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. "We made it."

Y/N smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles at his lower back. "It feels strange, almost like you're too big."

He gave a soft laugh. "Y/N, you're too good for my ego." Trevor squeezed her hands and pulled back so he could slide into her again, slowly, as if he was worried he might hurt her.

Y/N bit her lip and closed her eyes, surprised to feel the burn, but each time it got a little easier, and it didn't take long for her to adjust. His thrusts soon became slick and smooth, and she started to feel pleasure rather than discomfort. She opened her eyes to find him watching her.

"Am I hurting you?" Trevor asked.

"No." She pulled her hands from his and shook her head with a smile. It wasn't nearly as bad as she'd expected, and she couldn't imagine sharing this moment with anyone but him.

Trevor leaned on his elbow and wrapped his other arm around her. He pulled her close as he thrust gently in and out of her. "Does my cock feel good inside you?"

She looked into his eyes while his hips pumped against hers and nodded. "Does it feel good for you?"

He gave a hard thrust that had her mouth dropping open. "You have no idea."

Trevor buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and kissed her throat. His cock withdrew almost all the way and plunged back inside her. Y/N tilted her head on the pillow and gasped. The gentle pumping of his hips made her moan; his powerful thrusts made her stomach flutter and pleasure streak through her.

Y/N had a suspicion he was holding back, taking it slow for her benefit. She could feel it in his bunched muscles and the strained breaths against her neck. "Can you... can you do it harder?"

Trevor kissed the underside of her jaw, flicked his tongue over her chin. He dipped his hands into the sides of her hair and held her still. "You want it a little rougher?" His eyes met hers and a corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy smile.

The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver running through her. Y/N barely recognised the breathy whisper that came next. "Yeah, I do."

Trevor rested his forearms either side of her head and ground his hips against her. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" He pressed a kiss on her brow and shoved his length hard inside her. "Tell me when to stop."

She slid her hands along his back, hooking them over his shoulders. "I won't."

He spoke softly against her ear. "I like a challenge.” Trevor said.

With that, he scooped her rear into his palm and lifted her slightly from the mattress. He raised his chest from hers and braced himself on one hand. Trevor looked into her eyes and drove his cock inside her.

Y/N felt her back bow with the pressure. Her initial pain was long forgotten, now replaced by the most intense pleasure. Her head tipped back, and she cried out.

"You like that?" Trevor watched her closely. Through the haze of pleasure it dawned on her that he was keeping a close eye on her, looking for any signs of discomfort.

"Yes." Her breaths panted from her. She turned her head restlessly on the pillow and pushed her breasts together, teasing her nipples.

"You want more?"

Her body twisted and she let out a loud moan when he altered the angle of his thrusts.

"I guess that answers my question.” Trevor said.

Trevor settled back on his haunches and slid his hands up her thighs. He gripped her waist and pulled her back against him to meet each glide of his pumping hips. Y/N met his gaze. The intensity of the eye contact alone almost made her lose the little control she had left. Her hand drifted down her stomach, fingers dipping into her heat.

"You're gonna make me cum doing that." Trevor’s mouth curved in a half smile. His fingers dug into her hips and tension gathered in his forearms.

For some strange reason, she felt proud of herself. Y/N returned his smile and rubbed her fingertip over her clit, sliding through her wetness. An ache built inside her, gaining pressure until she felt she might burst. Her lips parted, and she watched him through half-closed lids.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." Trevor leaned back over her, pressing his body along the length of hers.

Trevor crushed his mouth to hers as she shuddered beneath him, keeping her in place with his arms braced either side of her. Y/N wrapped her legs around him and gripped his forearms. He let loose then, the breath shaking from his nose as he kept his mouth joined with hers. His cock pulsed as he thrust hard and emptied himself inside her.

Y/N leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. She swept her hair from her forehead and stroked his back while her pulse settled. Her body felt used, but in a very good way. She shifted beneath him, uncomfortable and awkward now their desire had been spent.

Y/N didn't want to overstay her welcome, but she didn't want to run like a scared rabbit either. She'd been under no illusions going into this; she wouldn't start entertaining thoughts of a future now.

"What happens next in these situations?" Y/N asked softly. "Am I supposed to go?"

"Like hell." Trevor kissed her neck and rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. He encircled her in his arms and held her close. Her heart hammered with hope as she leaned on his chest. He swept his thumb over her cheek and gazed at her. "Stay with me, Y/N."

Y/N watched him in silence, surprised by the look of uncertainty in his eyes. She'd never known him to be hesitant about anything. He'd been tender and kind today when she'd needed him most. He'd looked after her like she'd known he would.

A slow smile spread across her face as he urged her mouth down to his. Maybe she'd entertain thoughts of a future after all.

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Would you be interested in doing a one shot with jealous/possessive Elle Greenaway and Jennifer Jareau fighting over f!reader? They compete over her and eventually f!reader just gets fed up and is like, both is good :)

PUSH AND PULL

Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader x Elle Greenaway

CW: Jealousy, smut, threesome, gay confusion (from about everyone except Elle), face sitting, strap-ons, slight praise & a little bit of fluff.

WC: 3315

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“Tilt your head up,” JJ instructed, cupping your chin. You closed your eyes as she painted a black stripe of eyeliner across your eyelid. You were sitting on the floor of her living room with makeup sprawled across the entirety of her coffee table after she requested that you let her do your makeup before going out tonight.

The rest of the team would be coming as well, but all of them knew that you and JJ had been more closely connected than the rest of them. Shortly after you transferred to the BAU, JJ became your best friend. The two of you were inseparable. She had invited you over early to hang out at her place before you met everyone else at the restaurant. Tonight held more anticipation than most team gatherings: There would be another guest joining you for dinner, a returning agent.

According to JJ, Elle had been an agent quite a few years ago. She was talented, but cases happened and got to her, ultimately ending in her resignation. JJ had seemed somewhat close to her, even with the short amount of time they had spent together. She thought Elle might’ve gone on to be a lawyer, but she wasn’t positive. They hadn’t spoken in a while. From the team's stories, the woman sounded incredibly fascinating, and you were eager to meet her.

The two of you arrived just on time to find Hotch with Rossi already at a table and Penelope and Emily right behind you. Morgan had offered to pick Elle up from the hotel she was staying at while in town. A waitress appeared with waters just as they walked in. Cheers and greetings rose around the table. Morgan raised his ends dramatically, as if the excitement were directed at him and not the stunning woman to his left.

She was still in a red button-down and blazer. The click of her heeled boots turned the heads of their table in her direction as she entered. Her hair was a rosewood brown, resting in waves on her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes and sharp cheekbones that sloped down to her pursed lips produced an air of intimidation. Her face broke out into a smile, and she circled the table with hugs and greetings. You, Rossi, and Emily were the three unfamiliar to her, but she greeted you warmly. She brushed her hand along her shoulder before choosing the seat directly across from you, sending Morgan to the opposite end.

Crossing her arms, JJ leaned on the table in Elle’s direction. "So, what have you been up to? I told y/n I vaguely remember plans for law school, but we haven’t heard from you in forever.”

Elle nodded, swirling the ice in her drink. "I did! I graduated five years ago and then joined a firm started by another ex-FBI agent. It's been rewarding. I miss you guys, but this is a better fit for me.” Her demeanor was admirably confident as she elaborated on a few of her most memorable cases, including the case that returned her to near Quantico

JJ kept asking the questions, but Elle’s eyes kept darting over to land on you. Eventually, once JJ had finished the typical catch-up small talk, Elle turned her attention to you. "Sorry, I came in a bit of a flurry, and you never got to introduce yourself. I know Emily took my place, so how’d you end up at the BAU?"Her questions were simple, but the way her attention was directly and entirely on you made your face flush for some unknown reason. Her chin was in her palm, leaning her elbow on the table as she hung on to your every word.

"Well, JJ was on a case overseas. I took her place. Eventually she returned when Emily returned, but I ended up sticking around anyway. I guess I made a good enough impression.” You shrugged your shoulders, sharing a brief smile with JJ.

"Nobody wanted to get rid of her,” she teased, leaning in toward the table as she whispered.

Elle laughed softly with the two of you. "I can see why,’ she said smoothly. Your lips parted in soft surprise from the sudden and effortless compliment. Elle’s lips just curled into a quick smirk before she began twisting the silver rings decorating her hands.

JJ noticed your frozen stare and brought her hand down on top of your knee, rubbing it lightly. Morgan and Emily became rowdy as usual, attracting the attention of everyone at the table. Laughter filled the booth in the corner as compliments and jabs were thrown out of mouths all in one statement. Things settled down, only slightly, when the food arrived. A few nonchalant conversations continued, but it was mostly the scrape of forks against plates. Everybody was starving. The drinks kept coming throughout the night, and everybody’s inhibitions fell to the floor. Penelope had dragged an extra chair around to sit by Morgan and Emily. Rossi and Hotch had completely left the table, engaged in a conversation with the band, who were currently taking a break. With empty space in the booth, Elle took the opportunity to slide in next to you.

Both Elle and JJ were leaning forward slightly. "So, Elle, is there anyone new, a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

Elle’s eyes darted to you for the briefest moment. Clasping her hands in her lap, she answered the question pointedly before twisting the conversation back to JJ. "No, nothing at the moment, but if I’m interested in someone, I let them know. I think it’s silly to waste your chance with someone out of fear. And what about you? Did anything ever come from that thing with-” she froze, trying to retrieve his name. "Oh, Will!”

JJ’s cheek hollowed in with distaste from old memories, and having to admit that things hadn’t worked out. "No, that ended a while ago; it just wasn’t a good match."

The fuse of a growing tension had been lit, but you had yet to notice the tight lips and slight eyerolls exchanged between them. You hadn’t been looking for tension from them in the first place; JJ had mentioned she loved Elle when she was at the BAU and had missed her.

Elle frequently sought you out through the night, constantly starting conversations. "Oh, hang on, your necklace is twisted.” She leaned toward you, her hands brushed against your neck as you adjusted the thin gold chains hanging from your neck. You froze as her hand lingered lightly against your skin, and you could smell hints of her deep cherry perfume from your close proximity.

She only pulled away when JJ’s hand clamped down on your shoulder. "Hey, run to the restroom with me?” You were up and out of your seat with the tug of her hand before you nodded. Leaning on the sink, you frowned, watching JJ become obsessive over every inch of her appearance, something she only did when she was nervous.

"Are you okay? You seem a little on edge tonight."

Her face cracked into a small smile. "Yeah, I’m okay, just feeling a bit off. You notice everything.” Her smile turned into a real one, and she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for checking in on me.”

Elle slid back against the seat so you could slide back into the booth when you returned to the table. As you squeeze by with your hands braced on the table, you feel Elle’s hands drift up to your lower back, sending a flurry of butterflies up in your stomach. Her hands fell back into her lap as you sat down, but you caught a small smirk on her face.

Eventually the waiter started to linger around the table. You got the hint and started passing around the bills. The team walked out in a huddle, shielded from the cold, dropping everyone off at the cars. Once you reached Emily’s car, you were left alone with JJ and Elle. Morgan and Penelope had gotten distracted, lingering in the entryway. "Here, we can take you home,” you suggested without hesitation. Pulling open the door, you stepped back, allowing Elle to climb into the back seat.

"Thanks, love,” she said, squeezing your arm that she was still clinging to.

JJ became excessively touchy for the rest of the car ride. Her hand rested on your thigh permanently, and you slowly rubbed her hand up and down your leg at every stoplight. Elle seemed perfectly content in the back, focused on her text messages, while JJ started talking about what the two of you might do this weekend or breezily joining a conversation when she found a smooth opening. The fact that she wasn’t as quick to fall into JJ’s jealous state was irritating your best friend. She knew you could be quickly defensive at times, even when it was silly, but her head just wouldn't let it go when it came to you. She had always held your dating partners to higher standards than her other friends, even though very few of them ever became serious. Contrary to when she first joined the BAU as the teams communications liaison, she enjoyed time spent with you individually much more than team gatherings.

As you approached the hotel, Elle leaned forward by your shoulder, guiding you toward the parking lot of the building she was staying in. While gathering up her stuff, she stopped with her hand on the handle. "Do you guys want to come in for a moment? The best I can offer you is coffee and vending machine snacks, but I’d like to get to know you more in a quiet setting.”

“Sure!”

“ Actual-” JJ stopped when she heard the excitement in your voice and decided to remain quiet with difficulty. She took a deep breath, got out, and jogged to catch up to you and Elle, who was waiting with the door held open.

The elevator ride up was awkward to say the least. Nobody talked or barely breathed, which actually made it twice as unbearable. You were stuck between wanting to spend time with your best friend and comforting newcomers and also feeling stuck between the tension that had followed the three of you around all night but not being able to figure out its cause.

"The coffee station is down the hall if anybody wants some." Elle trailed off as she dug through her purse for the hotel’s key card.

"I can go grab three,”you offered.

"Thank you so much; it’s three rooms down on the right."

You shuffled down the mall to pour up cups for the three of you while Elle let JJ inside. Quickly pressing on three lids, you cautiously headed back down the hall. Elle’s door was still cracked open a bit, and you could hear their voices from inside.

You were ready to walk right in, but something about their tone stopped you. The jealousy and tight-lipped questions from the rest of the night seemed to have disappeared, and they were talking softly like old friends again.

"How long have you known?"

You recognized Elle’s voice as the slightly lower one and felt bad for eavesdropping, but your curiosity got the better of you. Known what? JJ told you everything, or at least that’s what you assumed.

You heard JJ sigh, and she took a moment to reply. You imagined her resting her head against her hand, like she did whenever she anxiously planned out her answer. "I honestly didn’t know until tonight. I thought I just liked her as a friend, but when the possibility of her being with someone else came up, I realized that I wanted her.”

You heard Elle release a heavy breath. Her voice became quieter, as if she had moved farther away from the door. "You have to tell her, Jay. You’ve been the closest of friends for, like, 8 years now?”

“I hate those kinds of conversations. They’re also so awkward, and I’m not good at expressing my feelings. And how would I even know if we have the attraction and chemistry aspect, not just a romantic connection?

Elle chuckled. "Sex, JJ, that would be the answer.

"Ugh, but sex with someone who I called a friend all of ten minutes before has always been awkward. It always seems restrained or calculated. I would just want to see if we could... Have fun, you know? I can’t believe I’m telling you all of this. You still have that effect on people.

"What, the one that makes people want to confess to a crush on their best friend and sex life? I think that’s just you babes.” High-pitched laughter from both of them blended together.

"If you want something new and exciting, then initiate something new and exciting. I think it would be a terrible mistake to pass up the possibility of something working out between you. I mean, have you seen her?

There was a long silence and then an exchange of gasps between them that made you think they might be having a conversation with their eyes.

“No, are you serious?”

You began to only be able to hear clips of the conversation. The rest was only in barely audible whispers that you were unable to discern.

"I mean, only if you’re interested. No strings, of course; I’ll be leaving. I do happen to be great at loosening people up, and I’m not saying I wouldn’t enjoy it. I also completely understand if your answer is no, jealousy is complicated."

Someone began approaching you from the other end of the hotel hallway, and you didn’t want to be caught seemingly eavesdropping on a hotel guest's conversation. Slipping inside, you shut the door behind you loud enough to announce your return.

"Hey darling, you can just set them on the counter over there.” Elle called out from her spot, sprawled out on the corner of her couch. JJ sat on the other end. Neither of their faces hid the effects of their conversation well, but while Elle’s was a deepening sense of confidence, JJ’s was a spreading blush and eyes darting back and forth. "Was the machine slow again? You took a minute."

You shifted your weight back and forth on the heels of your feet as you debated telling them you had overheard. Your eyes darted to the hotel door that had been propped open, possibly purposefully. Maybe you were reading into it, but you had seen the caution and paranoia that takes over FBI agents even in their personal lives. Elle should be no exception, and wouldn’t live hotel doors in the center of the city propped open. “ I um overheard snippets of your conversation and it sounded serious, so I decided I’d wait outside until you were finished.

Elle smiled softly, glancing at JJ to watch her expression just as you were. She went through every emotion in about twenty seconds. Her face grew pale with the natural instinct of being overheard, but then she almost looked more relieved. Possibly one less awkward conversation out of the way, she didn’t have to hide it like a secret from you any longer, and the ball was now in your court.

"We've been friends for years JJ. I think you already know what my response will be. I’m open to it, all of it.” The words rolled off your tongue as you tilted your head, and both women straightened up with attention.

"God,” Elle chuckled under her breath, sipping at the drink you handed her.

You smirked, tilting your head toward the bedroom a few steps away, and reveled at the way JJ’s eyes darkened with desire. Both women were silently up and behind you with soft footsteps as you climbed on the bed. They stood on the edge while you kneeled into the mattress.

Elle pulled off JJ's jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Goosebumps rose along the back of the blonde’s neck. You reached forward and tugged her closer to you by her belt, causing her breath to hiccup. You undid her belt painfully slowly while she tangled her hands in your hair. Elle was slightly turned away, undressing in front of the nightstand. Your heartbeat fluttered at the sight of a harness hanging from her hips. JJ tugged on your hair, sending sparks through your scalp. "Let me eat you out baby,” you begged, dragging your nails down her thighs with a cheshire grin.

“Sit on her face,” Elle challenged as she orchestrated your positions all while climbing up in between your legs.

JJ seemed hesitant to have her weight balanced above your mouth and gripped the headboard harshly. With gentle reassurance, you guide her downwards until she gasped at the contact of your lips brushing against her cunt. Elle spurred you on, dragging her red faux cock along your slick folds. Your hands grabbed at JJ’s ass, enjoying the soft pants that fell from her lips as your tongue explored her. Flicking her clit sent quivers through her thighs, and she moved her hands down to your chest, kneading your breasts.

It didn’t take you long to realize Elle was reacting along with you. Every time your lips closed around JJ’s clit, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves, Elle thrust into you with a bruising grip on your hips. Each of your movements drew JJ and consequently, yourself closer to an orgasm.

Elle’s pace suddenly quickened, causing you to moan. JJ cried out from the vibrations, digging red crescents into your skin. "Fuck,” she panted. "You're doing so good baby,” she praised, wiping the mix of juices from the corner of your mouth. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked them clean. Returning your mouth to her cunt with fresh motivation, you ran your tongue along her slit, and her thighs clenched over your ears. All sound became muted by the sound of blood rushing in your head and JJ’s murmuring off soft praises as she ran her fingers over all of your body that she could reach.

You felt your legs stretch as Elle rested your heels on her shoulders. The new angle allowed her to pound in with you at a breathtaking new angle. Just as the rough movement of her hips rocking against yours was about to transform into pain, a smooth, ecstatic feeling left your lungs traveling through your limbs with a hazy sensation.

JJ elicited a combination of moans and satisfied whimpers as her body tensed and her cum coated your lips with a trembling orgasm. Her toned thighs relaxed from alongside your head and she ran her thumbs down your flushed cheeks. When she leaned backwards, Elle supported her easily, rubbing her hands up and down JJ’s legs from behind her.

Untangling yourselves, the three of you collapsed into the sheets with heartbeats pounding out of your chests and the quick rise and fall of your lungs. After a moment, JJ rolled over, tucking her arm around your waist. Lifting her head, she peered over your head to Elle, who was smiling at JJ’s soft act of affection from across the bed.

Your eyes were fluttering in and out, not focused enough to read their lips as they mouthed back and forth to each other. Elle, on the other hand, smirked at JJ’s exaggerated mouth shapes to convey an "Oh my god.”

Elle tipped her head with her everlasting confidence, responding with a silent, "You're welcome, that was…” She was unable to string her words together for the first time all night. JJ grinned adoringly as she rested her head on the pillow beside yours, curling her chin into your neck. Your eyelids finally sank completely closed upon the touch of her warm embrace.

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[mountttmase]

The Mixup

Note - not a request this week, I spawned this from my own brain. It’s actually very old and I wrote it around the time of the World Cup so let’s think back to how pretty Mase looked back then 🫠 but I hope you enjoy and feed back is very much appreciated 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 7.4k

Warnings - fluff & angst

You knew the players were arriving downstairs but you thought it was best to keep yourself out of the way for now even though you were eager to see them. well most of them anyway.

You needed to work up the confidence as you hadn’t seen most of them in a while, so you kept to yourself for now until Violet flopped down on the sofa that was in your shared office.

‘That was a lot’ she sighed. ‘They’re all here now though so at least that parts over’ you smiled and nodded but it didn’t reach your eyes. ‘A couple of the boys were asking after you, they’re excited to have you back’ she said softly and you finally looked up to meet her eyes with a sigh.

‘I’ll go make the rounds soon’ you promised and she sent you a sympathetic smile. She knew why you were apprehensive but she was sworn to secrecy so with a final nod, she heaved herself up and made her way over to her desk.

It’s not like you didn’t want to see the boys, you’d been excited for weeks about meeting up with everyone again but memories from earlier on in the year kept you glued to your desk.

You had never imagined yourself in a job like this, but bored with your 9-5 you wanted to try something new and this seemed to tick all the boxes. Getting to do something new most days, meeting lots of interesting people kept you busy and you haven’t thought about doing anything else since.

You didn’t know much about football and no matter how much you tried to learn it never stuck too much. You tried to use this to your advantage when getting to know the players, trying to make them feel like you didn’t care about what they did, you were here for them as a person. You wanted to be someone they could come and share their troubles with and just feel normal around in a very different environment.

It seemed to work and you were very close with all the boys. They always seemed happy to see you and you loved coming to work. You tried not to have favourites but some of the boys you were closer with than others, Mason Mount being one of those. He never failed to brighten your day with his cheeky smile and silly jokes and you obviously found him attractive but you know you could never go there with him. Even if you knew he would always look at you for longer than was deemed appropriate sometimes, or when you spoke to him he’d stare at your lips and lick his own. You’d only spend a week or two together tops usually, but when the Euros came around and you’d all been forced together for over a month you couldn’t help falling for him even more.

He was so unlike anyone you’d ever met before, and nothing like you thought a typical footballer would be. He was so kind, always checking you were okay and bringing you drinks and snacks to your office. He made sure to bring Violet a little something too to try and make it seem normal but you knew it was for you.

It was you he always came to first after a win, throwing his arms around you and kissing your head. He was very touchy with you in general, his hands always touching some part of you when you were together It was so hard to not take things further but you were both aware of the consequences.

That was until the final was over and you spent the the hours after the final whistle trying to comfort him. It was like he no longer cared who was looking and just needed you to make him feel better. He was distraught and you felt so helpless so when the time came for everyone to go to bed and he told you he wasn’t ready to let go of you yet, you couldn’t deny him. Both spending the night in his room where he finally plucked up the courage to kiss you. One kiss turned into two which turned into the pair of you spending the night between the sheets.

You woke up before him that morning, and not wanting to cause a scene later on, you thought it would be best to make your way back to your room. You realised your phone was dead so with no other option you wrote him a quick note that you left by his phone and snuck back to your own room. You told him to text you when he woke up but the text never came. You tried not to let it effect you in anyway, knowing he had a lot on his mind but when you found out from Dec that he’d gone without saying goodbye, you tried not to let your heartbreak show on your face.

You didn’t hear from him again until you saw him at the next camp a few months later and after a slightly awkward hello, he kept out of your way. You were beyond confused by his actions but finally settled on the fact he only liked you cause you were there giving him attention and once he got what he wanted, things were now done in his eyes. You couldn’t deny you were hurt, spending the free time in your office trying to stop the tears so you could be somewhat normal in front of everyone but his coldness hurt you every time you saw him.

You never thought it would end up like this so when Mason had to miss the next camp due to him having some teeth out, you couldn’t say you weren’t relieved. Everything seemed easier and when you were sat talking with Ben one evening after dinner, you didn’t realise how much it had shown.

‘You seem a lot happier this camp, was everything alright last time?’

‘Was it that obvious’ you chuckled but he was looking back at you with sympathetic eyes.

‘Listen I know it’s none of my business’ he started and your blood ran cold. You knew he was close with mason but you didn’t know how much he knew about what went on between the both of you. You held your breath as he continued ‘but I know something happened after the Euros. Mason never told me what but I know he’s been down about it too’

You gave him a confused look, your heart beating frantically. What did he have to be down about? He was the one that ghosted you after everything that happened yet he was upset?

‘I’m sorry chilly, but I don’t know what he’s got to be sad about’ you weren’t going to continue but the look on his face made you want to keep talking. You knew it was stupid with him being one of masons best friends but you’d kept everything so close to your chest it was bound to spill out at some point. ‘Can you keep this between us?’ You said quietly and he gave you a small nod. ‘Mase and I slept with each other after the final’ you breathed, the weight on your shoulders finally releasing ‘I know we shouldn’t have done it but it happened. But it was the morning after he just completely blanked me and went home without saying bye or anything like just completely ghosted me. I left him a note to message me and just got nothing’. You finally met he eyes and a look of disappointment mixed with confusion flashed across his face.

‘I’m so sorry y/n, he shouldn’t of done that to you’

‘I’ve made peace with it, it’s just a bit awkward to be around him sometimes that’s all’

‘I get it’ he nodded, tapping your knee. ‘Don’t worry we don’t have to speak about it again. And I promise my lips are sealed.’

You nodded at him appreciatively and he moved on to talk about something else and as he promised, you both never spoke about it again.

Due to some luck on your part, you thankfully got to skip the next few camps, covering some maternity leave work at headquarters in London full time meaning you never had to travel up and see Mason. You managed to get to games when they were playing at Wembley but were able to sneak out without him noticing you.

It wasn’t until the World Cup when you had to go back to be with the team. You’d been specially selected to travel with everyone and even though you knew mason would be going you didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity because of him.

So here you were, filling out forms when you could have been saying hello to all the boys, but your nerves got the better of you. You knew there was a team meeting in an hour and a half and you told yourself you’d be ready for then, hopefully all the boys being together meant you could blend in and not have to speak to him directly but you also knew you had to get on with him for the sake of the group.

‘Come on then you’ violet suddenly piped up, ‘let’s get this show on the road’ she laughed and as you checked the time you saw it was close to the meeting and after putting all you stuff away, you followed her out the room and to the main meeting area.

Your eyes found him immediately, stood on the other side of the room in deep conversation with Declan, but you couldn’t look for too long as all the other boys started to recognise you. You said your hellos, slowly making your way around to everyone and it was only him and Dec left to talk to when the meeting began. You took your seat towards the back with the other staff and watched as he sat a few rows in front of you. you had no idea if he’d seen you yet and as hard as you tried to keep your eyes off him you couldn’t. You were only broken out of your trance when Gareth started speaking about you, letting everyone know you had returned and only then did you feel his eyes on you. You didn’t look back at him, just kept facing forwards and hoping he would look away soon to which he did but you always felt his eyes wandering back to you.

You were thankful when the meeting had finished so you could escape back to your room, but when you heard dec call your name, you turned to face him.

‘There you are, it’s so good to see you’ he told you, pulling you into a hug. You could see from over his shoulder that Mason was leaving the room and you breathed a sigh of relief that you wouldn’t have to talk to him now. ‘How have you been?’

‘Yeah I’ve been good thanks’ you smiled back as you pulled away from each other ‘it’s really good to be back. How are you?’

‘Yeah really good thanks, just excited to get going now’ he beamed at you, walking slowly with you over to the door that everyone else had left from. His phone started to ring and when he saw who it was he nodded to the door ‘sorry y/n I need to take this. I’ll see you at dinner though yeah?’

You nodded as he ran out and you were just about to follow him when you realised you’d left you phone on your seat. You quickly retrieved it and made your way out the door but the sound of someone’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

‘Y/n?’

You turned slowly and we’re met with Mason. He’d stood behind the door to catch you on your way out, hoping he could get you alone. Now you were face to face with him after all this time you could feel heat run to your face and your eyes could no longer look into his so you looked at your hands.

‘Hi Mason’ you said weakly, wrapping your arms around yourself as if they would protect you. You felt exposed being in front of him now.

‘Hey’ he breathed, taking a cautious step towards you. ‘Its so good to see you’

Was it?

You didn’t know what to say back so you just nodded your head once, hoping he was done and you could walk away, however it wasn’t your lucky day and he took another step towards you ‘I was hoping maybe we could talk?’ He questioned and you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows.

Talk? He really wanted to talk now? He was months too late for that and you stepped back as he moved towards you. You didn’t have to look at him to see the hurt that flashed across his face.

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea’

‘Please y/n I need to explain-’

‘No Mason it’s fine, you’ve got nothing to explain really’ you gave him a weak smile, finally looking at him again and his eyebrows were drawn together in frustration. ‘I want this trip to be normal for everyone, I think we owe it to the team and everyone else to get along so if we do need to speak to each other then I’ll be civil but I think it’s best we keep out of each others way’

‘No you’ve got to let me-‘

‘I’m sorry Mason’ you cut him off and you heard him let out a deep sigh ‘I can’t have it any other way right now’ you explained and to this he just nodded, biting the inside of his cheek out of frustration before walking past you and joining the others. You felt awful for not letting him speak but you weren’t sure you could handle what he had to say.

You followed into the room just after him, looking around for a free seat but as you were the last one in there wasn’t much to choose from. You saw a hand raise in the air and when you looked, Dec was waving you over.

‘I saved you a seat’ he smiled as you approached him and you thanked him as you sat down on his left. You were at the end of the table so you had no one next to you the other side, but opposite you sat Mason who gave you a barely there smile before turning to Luke who was sat beside him.

You and dec spoke throughout most of dinner, before getting Mason and Luke to join in on your conversation. You tried to act normal and you could tell mason was trying too but he never tried to talk to just you and you were thankful for it. It wasn’t hard to pretend you liked Mason because deep down you knew that you did but you were conscious of not wanting him to think the two of you were suddenly friends again.

You knew him well enough to see the disappointment behind his eyes but you tried not to let it sway you in anyway. Being around him was difficult though and you’d forgotten how good it felt to be in his company but you weren’t in a position to fall back under his spell so quickly. So in a bid to shut down what was currently going on in your head, you let the boys know you were off to your room for the night so you could get ready for the flight tomorrow. They all wished you good night and the doors were just about to close on the lift when you heard footsteps running towards you and a hand on the door stopping it from closing fully. The doors opened to reveal Mason who jumped in the lift with you, pressing the button to shut the door a few times and it closed as quickly as it opened.

‘I’m sorry y/n but I need to talk to you. If you wanna tell me to piss off after I’ve explained then fine but I need you to hear me out’ he said in a panic, looking at you with wild eyes, begging you to accept his plea.

You thought it over for a few seconds, finally thinking it might be nice to get a bit of closure on the whole situation so you reluctantly agreed. He let out a sigh of relief and mumbled a quiet thank you before the lift stopped on your floor and the doors opened with a ping.

‘I guess we can talk in my room’ you murmured before leading him down to the end of the hall where you room was. You opened the door and let him pass through before shutting the door behind you, silently thanking yourself for keeping the room tidy and when you turned to face him he was sitting down on the chair near your bedside table. You followed him over and took a seat on the end of your bed, keeping your hands in your lap and looking down at your fingers.

You heard him let out a little sigh and when you looked up he was looking down at his fingers too, clearly just as nervous as you were.

‘Ive had so much time to think about what to say to you but now I’m here my minds blank’ he laughed quietly, his big brown eyes now coming up to meet yours. He let out a breath before continuing ‘I think there’s been a bit of a mix up’ he said with a slight smile.

‘Yeah, you can say that again’ you mumbled under your breath but he heard you, looking at you with a confused expression. The little smirk on his face had infuriated you and you no longer wanted be polite.

‘What?’

‘The fact that you’re smiling tells me everything I need to know’ you said and his face dropped, turning his head to the side in confusion. You’d finally had enough of him acting dumb, months of pent up hurt and anger now coming to the surface as you were looking at him. You had always wanted to be civil with him but the uncontrollable desire to tell him exactly what you thought of him was bubbling up and you had to get it all out at him. Make him hurt like you had and made him understand since he seemed to be fine. ‘I get it okay? We were on two different pages with our feelings and got mixed up. Why are you here, just to rub it in my face? I mean what is this Mason? Just trying to stick a few more knives in? It’s not funny at all so don’t insult me by laughing at me’

‘What? no what are you say-‘

‘No Mason’ you exploded, standing to you feet and he was looking at you in shock. You’ve always been so placid around him so he wasn’t used to you like this. ‘You really fucking hurt me, completely embarrassed me and now you’re here trying to taunt me saying there was a mix up when really you just weren’t honest with me. You made me think you actually liked me as much as I like you when you were after one thing. Well congratulations Mason you got it. Well done’

You felt your eyes sting and the first few tears of frustration fall. You turned away from him standing in the other side of the room so you could wipe your eyes and try and calm down. You heard him sigh quietly before getting up and slowly making his way over to you, stopping just short of you as to not invade your space.

‘That’s not what happed’ he told you quietly. You could hear the hurt in his voice but you tired not to let it affect you since you’d been hurting for months. ‘If you’d just let me explain, you’ve got it all wrong’.

You slowly turned to face him, your now bloodshot eyes meeting his glazed ones. He looked heartbroken and frustrated which surprised you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and sat on the end of the bed. You heard him take a big deep breath before sitting down next to you, his thigh almost touching yours.

‘That camp last year when I wasn’t here? When chilly came back to chels he was absolutely furious with me for weeks and wouldn’t tell me why’ he said and you thought back to the conversation all those months ago where you finally got your feelings off your chest. ‘I tried to talk to him but he told me he couldn’t say but I figured it was about you. Had to do a bit of reverse psychology in the end and pretend I didn’t care so he’d tell me’

Deep down you always figured chilly would tell mason at some point. You were actually surprised he kept it in for as long as he had.

‘He promised he wouldn’t tell’ you whispered, looking down at your hands in your lap, trying desperately to hold your tears in.

‘I’m glad he did, but before I get into that I just wanted to say I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like shit it or upset you in any way. I really liked you, still do’ he admitted and your eyes flew up to look at him.

‘Don’t Mason’ you breathed, looking away again, thinking you weren’t sure if you were strong enough for him to keep playing you like this.

‘What?’

‘Please just get to the point, I don’t want to keep going round in circles. You said you wanted to explain so what happened?’

‘That morning after…. Well… you know’ he mumbled with a blush on his cheeks and you just nodded, feeling your own face heat up at the memory. ‘Well I woke up and you were gone. I checked my phone and there was no text and nothing in my room left of you, almost like it didn’t happen. I thought you’d regretted what happened between us and ran away. After the heartbreak of the day before and then waking up to that, I just wanted to go home like it was all too much’

You looked up to him, ready to tell him he was wrong and you hadn’t just left but he was looking at you with a knowing smile, making you fall silent again.

‘Ben told me you left a note?’ He questioned and all you could do was nod. He let out a humourless chuckle and rubbed his forehead. ‘I didn’t see it. I thought you’d had second thoughts’

‘No’ you whispered, your head falling into your hands. ‘I didn’t want people asking unnecessary questions so I thought it would be better to head back to my room but my phone had died so I wrote you a note and left it next to your phone so you’d see it. Then when I never heard from you and Dec told me you’d gone I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me’

You tried not to get upset again but you knew your voice broke at the end. Mason wanted to comfort you in some way but wasn’t sure what you were ready for yet so he carefully placed his hand on your knee, slowly stroking this thumb over you and when you didn’t flinch or push him off, he took it as a sign to keep talking.

‘I’m so sorry you thought that. I’ve never thought that about you I promise’ he told you with a soft smile. ‘I can’t believe I let a little bit of paper cause all this’. You gave him a small smile back, understanding now his point of view.

‘I should of left it somewhere else where you could of seen it better, sorry’

‘No no, don’t apologise please it’s me’ he said with a squeeze of your knee, his heart nearly bursting from his chest when you placed your hand on top of his and locked your fingers together. ‘Thinking back I’m pretty sure I woke up in a bit of a panic when you weren’t there and dropped my phone when I grabbed it half asleep. I probably dropped the note with it and left it on the floor’ he said, shaking his head slightly ‘I should of just come and spoken to you though, not ran off like a big baby’

You let out a little giggle and it warmed his heart that he’d managed to make you smile.

‘I get it now, it was an emotional few days. I don’t think any of us were acting rationally’ you said and you saw his face drop from the corner of your eye, thinking you were referring to what happened between you both. You quickly carried on so you could put his mind at ease. ‘I don’t mean that about what we did by the way’ you whispered and his face eased slightly, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

‘So you don’t regret what happened?’

‘Of course not’ you breathed ‘well not now I know what happened I guess’ you laughed and he sighed dramatically.

‘I don’t regret what happened either. But I regret the way things went down after’

‘It was just a bit of mixed up communication Mase, it’s okay’

‘I hope so’ he smiled, and you rested your head on his shoulder, him resting his head on top of yours. A sense of relief flooded through you now you had the full story, you mind feeling more settled that it had in months but the relief was outweighed by an overwhelming urge to cry. Mason felt you turn a little ridged and the slight shake of your shoulders as you began to let it all go. ‘Hey come on, it’s okay’ he said quietly, removing his hand from your knee and placing his arm around you. He pulled you into his chest, both arms around you and you clung onto him for dear life. ‘Please don’t cry baby’ He whispered as he gently rocked you but the feeling of him and the sound of him and the pet name only made you cry harder. You cried into his shoulder and as he felt you calm down a little after a few minutes, he shifted and laid down, pulling you with him.

You lay in silence, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back, the other hand lost in your hair as he scratched your scalp gently. You were curled into him, your face in his neck as you breathed in his scent and tried to stop crying. Your hand was draped over his chest and you could feel his heartbeat steady under your fingers, grounding you slightly. He smelt the same as you remembered and you felt yourself melting into him, your eyes growing heavy and your breathing deepened and you felt yourself slowly drifting off but you shook yourself awake, looking up at him with blurry eyes.

He looked down at you and you could see the tear marks down his cheeks so you instinctively reached up and stroked his face. He smiled and quickly turned his head, kissing your palm and you let out a small giggle which in turn made him smile.

‘You alright?’ He whispered and you nodded gently before he kissed your forehead. ‘Good, I hate seeing you cry’ he breathed as he gave you a sympathetic smile. ‘Come up here’ he motioned with his head before shuffling up the bed and laying his head on the pillow. You crawled up to meet him and settled yourself back in his open arms. After a few moments you moved so you could put your head on the pillow next to him, both turning to face each other.

He gave you a gentle smile and it made your whole body feel warm. He looked so good, his hair now pretty much back to what it was the last time you saw him after a run of styles he kept changing. He had more facial hair now though and looked more mature but he was still as handsome as ever.

You had so many thoughts rushing around your head but the only one you were focusing on at the moment was the thought of his lips on yours again, so you reached over and kissed him. You could sense his shock at first, but he quickly reciprocated, kissing you back softly, his arms pulling you even closer to him.

It felt so good to be back close to him like this and you couldn’t help but smile as he kissed you which in turn made him smile. You both pulled back and when you looked at him again he had that cheeky glint in his eye you loved so much and you couldn’t help but kiss him again. He kept things soft, not wanting to over step the mark with you as he was just happy to be back in your arms again. Although he knew it would have to be short lived. He sighed, pressing a kiss to your nose before speaking.

‘I’ll probably have to head back to my room soon’ he said lowly, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice. ‘I guess we have a long flight tomorrow though. Maybe you can come sit with me for a bit? So we can have a proper talk and catch up?’

‘Yeah, I’d really like that’ you smiled and he squeezed you a little tighter.

You eventually walked him to the door, but stopped just before it. You turned you slid your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into you. He held you against him as tight as he could, nestling into your neck and pressing little kisses against you. You pulled away and he dipped his head to kiss you immediately. You both kept it light as the previous kisses you’d shared and he broke away before it got any heavier.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?’ He winked at you and smiled up at him, nodding your head. With one final kiss to your cheek he was gone.

The next morning you woke up feeling refreshed after having one of the better nights sleep you’d had it a while. The weight of having to be around mason now lifted and you were feeling more optimistic about the whole trip.

You grabbed an early breakfast with Violet who commented on how happier you seemed than yesterday but you put it down to getting over the nerves of seeing everyone again and after you made you way to the airport so you could get there before the boys. It was both your jobs to make sure they were in the correct seats and when Violet noticed Mason was missing from her list she offered to swap sides with you.

‘Oh no it’s fine, I can handle him’ you said with a slight smile and she gave you a knowing look.

‘Oh yeah?’ She laughed. ‘I saw the two of you at dinner yesterday come to think of it. Something you need to tell me?’ Your laugh told her everything she needed to know but she had no time to question you further and the boys started filing in. ‘You wait till this plane takes off, you have a lot of explaining to do’ she winked before directing some of the medical staff towards the back of the plane.

You’d just pointed Dec to his seat when you turned and were met with the smiling face of Mason.

‘Fancy seeing you here’ he winked and you couldn’t help but laugh. ‘So where am I sat?’

‘Just here’ you pointed to his right. He was in a window seat like most of the boys that could be closed off should they want a nap or some privacy. He nodded and chucked his bag on the seat before turning back to you.

‘And where are you sitting?’ He questioned with a raised brow and you pointed to a seat in the middle aisle a few rows up from him. He dropped his lip when you looked back at him, clearly upset you were sat so far away ‘make sure you come see me like we said yeah?’

‘I will’

‘Promise?’ He questioned, raising his pinkie finger to which you wrapped yours around.

‘I promise. Now go sit down you’re holding up the line’ you laughed and he smiled back before walking over to his seat, only letting go of your finger at the very last second.

You carried on sorting everyone else out, but you kept your eye on him, watching as he got himself comfortable, unpacking his pillow all his things to keep him entertained. It made you smile and you were smiling when you eventually took your seat next to Violet. She immediately wanted details and the both of you giggled as you explained what happened.

‘So it was just a big misunderstanding?’ She whispered and you nodded with a sad smile. ‘I feel bad for being a bit of a dick to him now’ she laughed and you shook your head at her admission. ‘We best go make the rounds’ she huffed and the both of you stood up, taking one half of the place each to check everyone was okay and didn’t need anything. You left a mason till last, noticing he was reading so he didn’t see you come past but when you popped your head into his little cubicle his face face lit up at the sight of you.

‘Hey’ I was beginning to wonder where you were’ he smiled, closing his book and popping it on the table. He made grabby hands towards you but you didn’t know where he was expecting you to go as the only seat available appeared to be his lap. You saw him pout when you didn’t move so he reached over and pulled you in between his legs . ‘You said you’d come speak to me, why aren’t you sitting down?’

‘There’s nowhere for me to go Mase’

‘Sure there is, close that bloody door for a start’ he told you. Gesturing to the sliding door that closed his little pod meaning the two of you would be trapped inside. You raised a brow at him and he gave you a cheeky smile before closing it for you.

‘I swear to god Mount, if you get me in trouble’

‘Oh shush, come here’ he told you moving around on his chair a bit so you could sit on his lap. ‘Is this alright? Shall I lay the chair back so it comfier?’

‘I’m good like this’ you told him quietly as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, aware that others might be able to hear you.

‘Missed you’ he whispered, pressing his lips to your cheek while holding you a little tighter as you giggled at him.

‘I saw you last night’

‘Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you’ he told you before turning your face towards his and kissing you softly. ‘I’ve gone months without you, let me make up for lost time’

‘Mason’ you warned as he kissed your neck and let his hands wander over your legs and waist. ‘Mason, we’ll get caught’

‘Be quiet then’ he whispered, attaching his lips back to yours. You tried not to melt under his touch but it felt so good to have his lips back on yours so you let him have his way for a bit, threading your fingers through his hair so he couldn’t pull away, before you both started to smile and you had to lean back.

‘I’m supposed to be here so we can talk properly, not suck face’ you teased and he laughed before settling back in his chair. ‘Why don’t we go sit by the bar? No one’s there and it’ll be a bit more comfortable.

‘But I won’t be able to kiss you there’ he pouted so you gave him a final peck before leaving his pod and making your way to the sofas. No one was around thankfully and once you’d settled down with two bottles of water, Mason followed in behind and took a seat next to you.

You sat and talked for what felt like 20 minutes, when in reality it had been hours. You only knew this because Dec wanted a game of Mario Cart with Mason but he told him he was busy. To anyone else it just looked like two friends catching up but he was holding your hand under the table and slowly rubbing circles onto the back of it.

‘You mean to tell me you’ve been to all the Wembley games this past year?’ He asked you, looking at you with a shocked face. You nodded shyly and he laughed whilst squeezing your hand.

‘Saw you score against Germany’ you told him and his face softened a little. ‘I was so close to coming to find you but I couldn’t work up the courage’

‘It’s fine’ he nodded. ‘You’re here now. I’ve been wanting to message you for ages but I didn’t wanna get shot down’ he laughed but you could tell there was a bit of hurt behind his eyes. You had an quick look around and once you noticed no one was about, you cupped his jaw and gave him a gentle kiss which he smiled into.

‘I’m here now’ you winked as you pulled away just in time for Dec and Luke to wonder into the back where you were.

‘You two have been sat here for ages, something you’re not telling me?’ Dec teased as he ruffled mason hair and you both laughed nervously. In the end they came to join you for a while before you told them you were going for a nap, knowing you needed to be fresh for when you landed.

Once at the hotel you assigned the boys their rooms and made sure to stay somewhere where they boys could find you if they needed to. It wasn’t long before Mason came wondering in with a small pout but his eyes brightened at the sight of you.

‘Can you help me? I can’t get phone to connect to that weird docking station thing in my room’ he asked and Violet just winked as you started to stand up.

‘I won’t be long’ you told her but she just laughed at you quietly.

‘Take all the time you need’ she teased and you rolled your eyes before following him. He motioned for you to go in first and once you had he shut the door behind you both. His phone was sat in the docking station and it was working perfectly as you looked at it, but when you felt his hands settle on you hips behind you, you realised he’d lured you here under false pretences.

‘I swear to god, Mase’ you huffed, but you relaxed into his touch knowing that you were completely alone. His hands had traveled up to your waist and he pulled you against him whilst kissing you neck which made you let out a deep breath.

‘Just relax, baby’ he whispered against your neck ‘I just needed some alone time with you. Not sure how much I’ll get over the next few weeks’

You nodded as your whole body erupted in goosebumps at his touches. He was being so soft and gentle with you like he was savouring every touch but you turned in his arms, wanting his lips on yours as soon as possible.

He smiled as soon as you kissed him, pulling you impossibly closer as he gently rubbed his hands up and down your back. You couldn’t get over how good it felt being back in his arms and he hummed into your mouth as you gently stroked up and down his neck with your thumbs as your hands settled on his shoulders. He pulled back slightly, bumping his nose against yours before kissing you again. It was slow and lazy and you could of quite happily stayed in this moment with him forever, showering each other with affection.

‘How long is an acceptable time for me to keep you here?’ He laughed quietly, resting his forehead on yours as you both shut your eyes to fully enjoy the moment.

‘I think I can stay a little longer’ you murmured back and you opened your eyes to find him smiling at you, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as you smiled back.

‘You wait till we’re back home, and we’ve got all the time in the world. You’re gonna get sick of me’ he laughed before kissing your cheek at looking at you adoringly. ‘If that’s what you want of course’

‘Is that what you want?’ You questioned and he nodded at you with a serious look on his face.

‘Definitely. I know it might be a bit complicated but we can work it out’ he told you, his fingers stroking over your back soothingly. ‘I don’t want to let you slip through my fingers again’

‘I don’t either’ you whispered with a smile, letting him kiss you again before you pulled back with a serious look on your face. ‘But whilst we’re here, I think we should set some ground rules’

‘Booooo’ he moaned and you slapped his chest lightly before sitting down on the end of his bed and pulling him down next to you.

‘I’m serious Mase’

‘I know, I’m sorry. I’m just being a prat. Whatever makes you comfortable I’m willing to do’

‘Well first of all, no more faking technical difficulties to get me alone. No one’s gonna believe I helped you fix anything when I can barely use my phone as it is’

‘Yeah I didn’t really think that one through’ he laughed, playing with your fingers as he looked at you adoringly.

‘I know we’re both excited that things are working themselves out but you’re here to do a job and I don’t want to be a distraction’

‘You’re the most beautiful distraction I’ve ever seen’ he whispered, kissing you again a bit deeper this time and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

‘You’re a menace, I swear. I’m trying to be serious with you’ you laughed against his lips but he just winked at you before holding your face gently.

‘Look don’t worry about me. I can be professional, yeah? I’ve had a crush on you since we first met and I’ve always behaved myself around everyone else. No one suspects a thing, not even Dec’

‘Yeah but we hadn’t slept with each other then’ you told him, your cheeks feeling as though they were on fire. ‘It was easier back then as we were both in denial ourselves’

‘I know, but I can still pretend. This trip you’re just like any other member of staff and I’ll treat you the same as i do the others in front of everyone else’ he told you but you raised your brow as his use of phrase in front of everyone else. ‘But if there’s a chance for us to be alone you best believe I’m taking it. And then when we go home you’re coming to stay with me for a few days so we can make up for lost time and figure everything out. Deal?’

‘Deal’ you breathed, your heart hammering at the thought of getting to be with him after this was all over and by the cheeky smirk of his face he was clearly thinking the same.

‘Perfect. Now I think it’s fine for me to keep you for another ten minutes or so, yeah? So if you can keep quiet for me I’ll make it worth your while’ he laughed before laying you down and slipping himself off the end of the bed so he could place himself in between your legs. You didn’t have it in you to argue about it anymore so you did as he told you and kept quiet as he started to make up for lost time earlier than he’d promised.

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French Poetry & Chocolate. - Regulus Black X Reader

A/N: First request woo! anyway. enjoy! (Requested) She/her pronouns for the reader as requested. Though I typically use they/them for my writing.

Anonymous asked:

A Regulus black x Slytherin reader where they are best friends and the reader gets her period and he helps and comforts her? No worries if not!

The Slytherin common room was only this quiet on weekends when most students were out socializing, and partying. Though for y/n, they'd spent most of the day in bed in her room, curled up in bed with a comforting novel her best friend had brought from home.

Y/n was busy, nose buried in this novel, too engulfed in fiction to even notice that Regulus was standing in the doorway. He knocked on the door that was open gently to alert y/n of his presence.

"Hello," Regulus said, moseying about with his hands in his pockets after setting his satchel down near the dresser. Y/n was a bit embarrassed, her hair was a bit messy, and she was wearing comfortable clothes, even her room was a bit messy in the absence of her roommates. "Hi," Y/n said, gesturing for Regulus to sit at the end of her bed. he followed suit, taking note that Y/n looked unwell.

they had been best friends since before their first year, so they had seen the best and the worst of one another over the years. It didn't bother Regulus, but it did raise some concerns.

"I haven't seen you out and about today, So I thought I'd check in." Y/n leaned up, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, I haven't been feeling well," she admitted.

Regulus frowned. "I can take you to the hospital wing now if its-"

He was promptly cut off. "no, no reg, I'm fine really. I just started my period. That's why I haven't felt well today."

Regulus nodded, sitting there. for a boy who reads so much, this was probably one of the only topics he didn't have any knowledge about. "Well if I can help in any way do let me know." Regulus wasn't sure of what to say. He only grew up with a brother, and his mother kept herself incredibly private. So it was no wonder the poor boy found himself useless. Y/n chuckled slightly. "I do appreciate it. I've been reading this."

Y/n turned the novel over to show him the cover. It was a dramatic fiction novel about two muggles. something regulus had recommended. "Oh, how are you liking it?" his eyes lit up, he was excited that y/n liked the book he had suggested to her and brought around.

"Oh, I think it's lovely." Y/n went on. "It's been keeping me on the edge of my seat. Who would have thought muggle fiction would be so interesting?" Y/n chuckled slightly.

"Well if you're interested I could read you some of my favorite poetry, I have another book with me today," Regulus said.

Y/n's eyes lit up, "that would be awesome." she said, patting the edge other side of her bed for Regulus to sit by her. The boy grabbed his satchel, rummaging through its contents. "I actually also have this." Regulus pulled out a small black velvet box, handing it to Y/n as he sat next to her with a small poetry book. Y/n reached over, gently opening the box to reveal some very fancy and decadent chocolates. "my mother sometimes gives them as gifts to people she wants to impress, they are very delicious- but, very sweet."

Seeing that y/n was excited, despite not feeling well made Regulus feel content. "Thank you reg, seriously." the two shared a glance, and the boy pushed his dark curls out of his face clearing his throat.

As he began reading, settled beside him, head resting on his arm as she tried the small chocolate truffles he had offered, instantly feeling a lot better than she had been all morning.

Regulus began reading his poetry, it was all in French, but he translated for her. A French poet, Charles Baudelaire was one he had been reading recently.

Always be drunk. That's it! The great imperative! In order not to feel Time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, Get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk. And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer you: "Time to get drunk! Don't be martyred slaves of Time, Get drunk! Stay drunk! On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

As Regulus spoke the words, he peeked over at y/n who was sleepily listening. By the time he was halfway through another poem, Y/n was fast asleep, and Regulus was content.

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[backtothefanfiction]

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Epilogue: Not Another Envelope

Summary: We say goodbye to our favourite couple in a similar manner we said hello to them, with an envelope on the dining room table, a secret hidden inside.

Warnings: 18+ Only, genre typical content, references to the demise of characters in previous chapter, fluff, a surprise, implied smut, daddy/mommy kink (if that doesn't give away the surprise I don't know what will)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: The final authors note *begins weeping*. This is it, the end. I have had the most wonderful time writing this series and sharing it with you all. A big thanks to @sincericida and @tarzinnia for your continued support and reblogging and leaving your thoughts all over this series, they honestly kept me going and helped so much. Another big thanks to @liz-allyn if it wasn't for your Sugar + Vice series inspiring me, Angel would never have happened. I hope this Epilogue ties up this series in a nice bow for everyone and we can all go away with a fuzzy feeling in our tummies with hope for the future. I will be having a Q & A session to wrap up any final questions and talk further about all our favourite bits in the series, so be sure to fill up my inbox with your Q's and best bits. And before anyone asks as we haven't come back to him in a bit, Miles is doing good. His leg healed and Angel moved him to work more on F.E.A.S.T operations full time. He is very happy and healthy. Anyway, let's say goodbye shall we.

EPILOGUE

She hadn’t felt this nervous since she had first walked back into this house 10 months ago. Her stomach turned as she tried to breathe deeply and keep calm. ‘I can do this,’ she thought to herself, as she crouched down to check the food in the oven for the 5th time in the last 10 minutes.

“Come on Pete, where are you?” she muttered as she tapped her foot absentmindedly on the harlequin tiled kitchen floor.

After everything had happened there had been quite a few changes. They had left Hobie in charge of cleaning up as they went on a well needed second honeymoon. Peter had hired a yacht for them to sail around the coast of Italy for two weeks; of course stopping off in the little town she had lived in for the near three years they were separated, so that Angel could introduce her husband to Maria and her magic meatballs.

When they came back Peter signed the entire business over to Angel. There was a small amount of teething room, Peter playing mediator between allies as he announced the change in management; but given her family history, most of them were satisfied with the change.

With Angel now in charge of the business, Peter started going back out in the suit. He’d occasionally help out with paperwork or running certain errands, especially when it came to the Huntsman and F.E.A.S.T, but mostly spent his days patrolling the city and helping keep it crime free (well apart from his wife’s business that was).

They had sold her Father’s old house and everything inside it for a hefty amount, which they donated to the city to help with the clean up after the explosion down in Chinatown. They also gave payouts to the local businesses that had been affected as both a thank you for helping during the blast; but also apologise for the inconvenience of it all. The new centre had been reopened two months ago, with a special ribbon cutting from the city’s one and only Spider-Man, and had been thriving again ever since.

Peter had been worried about donning the suit again. Worried what everyone would think after all this time. But if the gang fighting had provided one thing, it was the city’s need for a hero. A need to hope once more. And nothing said hope apparently like a guy in red and blue spandex swinging through the city- much to George Stacy’s dismay.

They had started going to couples counselling once a week so they could talk through all their lingering issues. The Felicia thing. Their issues with her Dad. The forced three year separation. There was still a long way to go, but talking about it with a mediator helped.

Harry’s body was found in a freezer inside a storage container that was offloaded in Belfast Ireland three months after the night at the warehouse. Toomes’ body, which had been dumped in the river, was never found.

She checked the oven again as she chewed on her lip. She wasn’t even sure she was gonna be able to stomach this, despite having spent the last hour and a half cooking it. There came a thud from upstairs. He was home. She closed her eyes, taking one last deep breath in, before she began to take the chicken out of the oven.

“Mmmm, smells good Mrs Parker.” his voice rang out as he ran downstairs. 

“You better not have just left your suit dumped on the floor up there.” she chastised as she began plating up the food.

“Of course not.” he said with a sheepish grin as he came and wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing a kiss on her cheek. She knew him too well.

“Can you put the cutlery on the table?” she asked as she turned her head to give him a kiss on the lips, her stomach doing butterflies, she thought she might vomit.

“Yeah of course, no problem.” he said, patting her hip before he moved to slide open the cutlery drawer, humming to himself as he went.

She braced herself against the edge of the counter as she heard him make his way over to the table. There was the sound of metal hitting the wooden table as he began to place the cutlery down, still humming away, until he wasn’t. There was a pause before he spoke.

“Baby, what’s this?” he said, lifting an envelope off of the table. Peter grew nervous, the moment feeling all too familiar.

“Sit down.” she said, as she finally turned to face him, the food now sitting forgotten on the counter.

Peter didn’t move. “Baby, what is this?” he pressed her. He saw the frozen look of terror on her face and his stomach lurched as he raced to open it, fearing the worst. He pulled out the paperwork inside, scanning over it confused. “Angel, what is-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Peter stared at her. The longer the statement hung in the air, the more confident she grew as she slowly stepped across the room towards him. “You’re?” Peter couldn’t even say the word. He tried but it didn’t feel real on his tongue. She just nodded as she reached a hand out to his hip, the other pointing at a particular box on the page that said ‘positive’.

“I’ve known for a few weeks now.” she tried to explain. “I didn’t want to say anything until I’d had it confirmed by the doctor. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“That really bad food poisoning you had. I thought it was from the Thai food we had, but I ate the same thing and I was fine and-” he rambled as he tried to put all the signs together he knew he should have gotten.

“Pete?” She said his name tentatively.

“And then last Sunday when you fell asleep on May’s sofa in the middle of the afternoon. I thought you were just tired from work-”

“Peter.”

“Oh and when we went out for breakfast the other week, you had mushrooms on your breakfast. You hate mushrooms-”

“Peter!”

“What?”

“Does this mean you’re okay with it?” she asked sceptically.

“Okay with it? Okay with it. Why wouldn’t I be okay with it!” He beamed as he suddenly wrapped her in his arms. “We’re having a baby!” He said excitedly. “I’m gonna be a Daddy- oh!” he said as a realisation hit him. “This means I get to start calling you Mommy.”

“No. Nope!” she squealed and giggled as he held her tightly, turning his head to gently gnaw at her skin like he was trying to eat her.

“Fine, fine.” he said as she finally broke free of his arms. “But I know you’ve been itching to call me Daddy for years.”

“Noooo.” she giggled, but she knew he had her pegged.

“Yeeesss.” he dragged out the word with an exaggerated smile.

“I’m not gonna say it.” she giggled as he began to chase her round the lower section of the house.

“Oh yes, you are.” he joked, stalking her as she moved around the kitchen island.

“Pete, the dinner.” she tried to reason.

“I don’t care. Not until you say it.”

“Noo!” she squealed as she made a run for it, narrowly slipping past him and running into the living room.

“Oh you’re gonna say it.”

“No.”

“Say it!” he called out as he lunged for her, wrapping his arms around her and wrestling her gently to the floor, pinning her with his body. She laughed. “Say it.” he said again as he looked down at her.

“Fine.” she huffed in defeat. “Can we go eat dinner now Daddy?” she cooed in her most sultry voice.

He moved his head from side to side as if he were thinking about it, before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Mommy, my dinner’s right here.” He gave her a devilish smile before shimmying his body down so his face was the same height as her crotch.

“Noo! Peter!” she squealed in delight, pretending to push him away as his fingers reached for the waistband of her trousers, her giggles ringing out throughout the house.

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Alex Newhook Imagine: gratitude

Summary: Your dad works as an equipment manager for the Avalanche, and invites players to stay for Thanksgiving dinner. With the games bookending the holiday, a lot more Avalanche players are attending.  At first annoyed, you can’t help but connect to one player, Alex Newhook. Maybe this holiday dinner will be fun after all.

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: Female OC. Inspired by Ted Lasso’s “Carol of the Bells”. In this, you are Donny White’s college-aged daughter so have fun with that lol. This was supposed to be released before Thanksgiving not before *checks watch* New Year’s. Oops.

Donate

Alex Newhook’s original plan was to spend American Thanksgiving with his girlfriend’s family in Boston, but when they broke up before the season, he didn’t really consider a replacement plan. He had fun Cup celebrations to experience, and then the season to prepare for. 

Suddenly, it was mid-November and he was about to spend Thanksgiving alone.

That worried his mom, even though they were Canadian. Paula would wring her hands on FaceTime calls and be abuzz with maternal panic about him being all alone with nothing in the Colorado cold. She tried to get him to fly to Newfoundland but he didn’t see the point in adding a three and a half hour excursion to his jetlag, even if he did miss his folks. Especially since they had to play the Canucks the day before Thanksgiving and then fly to Nashville the day after only to fly back to Colorado. 

The people in charge of NHL scheduling should be shot.

He and Bowen Byram were doing laps at their apartment complex pool since Denver was getting a random day of heat before the cold snap coming. After pushing out of the pool, Alex lamented to his buddy about this bullshit. 

“Oh dude, just go to Whitey’s thing,” he said, shaking out his hair like a golden retriever. “Don’t you remember? He invited everybody. Just text him.” 

“Are you going?” Alex toweled off before sitting with him on the lounge chairs. 

“Yeah, probably. Kails has to study for finals back in Van, and I didn’t want to fly out so I told Donny I’d go. You should come. Val said it’s fun.” 

“Val goes?”

“Yeah, I think he’s a regular, he takes his wife when she’s in town. EJ’s going for dessert,” Bo said. “Frankie takes his family, including Kauter, and Georgie said he wanted to stop by since his girlfriend is back in Finland.” 

“Okay, yeah, I’ll text Donny,” Alex said, and hopefully his mom would be assuaged.

+

You hated making pie crust, it was such a pain in the ass. Every ingredient had to be at the exact right temperature mixed the exact right way. 

But you heard from your dad that some Avalanche players could attend your family’s big Thanksgiving event, and that meant more effort. And gluten-free pie.

Back from college, you were kind of annoyed your family holiday was going to be overrun with sweaty hockey boys. Your dad even said more players than ever were going to be there this year. 

It was a typical experience for most of your childhood. Your dad, Donny White, had been working with the Avalanche organization your entire life. You spent so many nights growing up going to games and hanging out in the locker rooms and playing street hockey with the players or their kids. 

Now in your last year of college, it no longer had the same glamor it once did. They were just some guys.

You had bigger things to worry about, like your upcoming finals. And this damn pie.

“Gluten-free pie should be illegal,” You griped to your younger brother DJ, a senior in high school. 

He snickered, “We should make the good shit anyway, I bet they’d be thrilled.” “I heard that.” Your mother called from the living room, vacuuming off dog hair from the sofa. “These guys are your father’s coworkers, be respectful. No swearing tonight.” “They swear on the ice,” DJ whined. 

“And they don’t swear at the dinner table,” she said primly. 

You shared a wary look with your brother but kept your mouth shut. After the pie was done and you had showered, dinner was still two hours out. Your dad and DJ were picking up your grandfather from his retirement home. Your other brothers Jimmy and Freddy were playing Mario Kart, and you were trying to fix your hair. It was dry but not styled, and then the doorbell started ring.

“Y/N, you gotta get it!” Jimmy called to you. 

“You get it!”

“No, you get it I’m about to kill Freddy!” 

“Shit, fine,” You huff and run downstairs. Your hair is still a mess and you’re in your towel and bath robe that’s covered in cartoon pickles (a gag gift from DJ several birthdays ago) and you swing open the door, not sure who you expect to see on the other side. 

Whoever it was, you certainly didn’t expect Alex Newhook. 

He stood there politely, his eyes only flitting down briefly to see your outfit before locking eyes with you. He wore a nice outfit, a good sweater, jacket, and a black hat that wasn’t a baseball cap. He looked very dapper and cute. “Hey, uh, is Whitey, I mean Donny, here? I’m Alex.”

Your face burned with a blush but you stayed composed enough to tighten your pickle bath robe. 

“Uh, hi,” You greeted. “I’m Y/N, and no he went to pick up his dad. My grandfather, I guess.” Sentences seemed so much harder for some reason. It didn’t help that Alex Newhook was cute as hell, but it was probably just because you felt caught off guard.

“Oh, am I early?” He looked around. 

“Yeah a bit, we weren’t expecting people until 5ish,” You said.

“Shit, sorry, Bo told me 4, not 5,” he said, grabbing for his phone. He cleared his throat. “Um, I can leave-”

“You’re already here,” You pointed out needlessly. He was already here, no need to make him drive again. “And it’s kinda cold, so come in.”

He stepped inside and looked around as he shucked off his jacket. “Nice house.”

“Thanks,” You said, even though you had nothing to do with it. “My mom’s getting ready, and Dad’s out.” You did not want him to follow you upstairs. Wait, you could pawn him off on your brothers. “Let me introduce you to everyone.” 

You walked him to the living room where they were playing Mario Kart loudly.

“Hey, pause it,” You said. They ignored you, so you turned off the console.

They immediately burst into an uproar but you were used to that.

“This is Alex Newhook,” You introduced. “Alex, these are my brothers, Jimmy and Freddy.”

“Wait, you won the Stanley Cup!” Jimmy said, sitting up a bit. He was the one most interested in hockey in your family besides your dad. “Wow, that’s so cool.” 

“Thanks, man,” Alex sat down next to him. “Your dad was really helpful with the run.”

Freddy didn’t care. “Do you like Mario Kart?” “Heck yeah.”

Since he seemed to be fine, you quickly snuck back to your room. You didn’t want to be babysitting a hockey player anyway.

+

Alex Newhook was abandoned by the cute girl wearing pickles with two pre-teens. Well, he liked kids so he wasn’t too put off. 

“Who do you drive as?” One of the brothers, he didn’t really get a chance to differentiate them, asked.

“I usually do Yoshi. When I play with my sister, she’s always Peach.”

“Y/N is always Peach too,” the smaller brother said. “I’m always Toad, and Jimmy is Luigi. DJ is always Mario ‘cause he’s the oldest.”

“Makes sense,” Alex said, committing to memory that the small one was Freddy and the taller one was Jimmy. “Can I play?”

“Sure!” They gave him a controller and got him set up.

Some time later, he’d gotten his ass thoroughly beat in Mario Kart twice before Y/N came down again. Now, she was wearing a nice sweater with black jeans. Your legs were really long and he should not be staring at the daughter of an equipment manager’s legs like this.

“Y/N, come join us!”

“I told Mom I’d help with the mashed potatoes,” You said. “But it looks like you’re having fun with Alex.”

“He’s awful,” Freddy said.

Alex laughed as you turned to him, eyebrow raised. 

“You don’t have to let them win, you know.” 

“I’m not,” he admitted, and Y/N finally smiled. It was a really pretty smile.

“Well, then you guys should let Alex win.”

“He already won the Stanley Cup,” Freddy whined. 

Alex choked on a laugh, “Fair, totally fair.” 

+

You were about to head back to the kitchen when a new voice called.

“Are you two still playing Mario Kart-” Your mom came down the stairs while putting in an earring. She paused at the foot of the stairs and noticed the four of you. “Oh, hello Alex.”

He looked unnerved but still charming. “Hello, Mrs. White.”

“Alex got told the wrong time,” You interjected before your mom asked for answers. “So I had the boys keep him company.”

“Oh, good. Well I’m sorry Alex, but I’m glad you made it!” She continued. “I’m Carol, Donny’s wife. Do you need anything, water, food?”

“I’m all set, thank you, Mrs. White.” 

“Carol is fine,” she waved a hand to dismiss his formality. “This won’t be some crazy strict dinner. I’m just a bit thrown, we’ve never had so many people from the team attend! Y/N, can you please help with the mashed potatoes?”

“Yeah, of course.” You walked over to the kitchen and went to get started.

“Can I help at all? I’m not much of a cook but I’m good at chopping.”

You went to deflect but your mom interjected, “Oh, that would be so helpful! Why don’t you help Y/N peel the potatoes.”

“Are the boys not going to help at all?” You asked.

“DJ is in charge of the green beans,” your mom said. “But J and F would just make a mess and we can’t have that.” 

You rolled your eyes but you did agree. They were still pretty young to be given kitchen responsibilities, especially since your mom was clearly nervous about all the people attending. Apparently, the Captain Landeskog and the good defenseman Cale were coming after dinner, bringing their families. So was EJ, who always snuck you candy when you were growing up, and the two Czech players.

But for the dinner, there was the new goalie, Valeri Nichushkin, the other rookie, and the new guy. You only knew Val’s name because he’s attended the past two Thanksgivings. That’s a lot of important people your dad works with, so you wanted to help.

You didn’t really like having a sous chef, and was afraid Alex would be underfoot. But he was actually really helpful. You were able to chat. He was about your age and also went to college, but had dropped out of his sophomore year, but commiserated with you about the experience and finals, and asked about you instead of just talking about himself.

“Do you think you’ll go back to school at some point?” You asked as you started on the sweet potatoes. To accommodate the healthy, they were having both mashed regular potatoes and mashed sweet potatoes which meant so much peeling and two burners for boiling the taters. 

“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m really happy doing hockey right now and it needs all my focus. But I liked college. My old teammate, Jack Johnson, went back to school and graduated this year. He’s, like, ancient so I might do that later on.”

“Always good to have the option,” You agreed and let the potatoes boil so they could soften. You started mixing half and half, butter, cream cheese and garlic in a large saucepan and put it on a low simmer.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s the mix I use thicken up the mashed potatoes and make them creamy,” You rolled your head side to side to relax your neck. “Better if it’s warm.” He nodded. “Thanks for the help.”

“Of course, thanks for having me,” he smiled and it was a really cute smile. 

Thankfully, before you could dwell on it, he went back to your kid brothers, and your dad and other brother came by with your grandfather. The last half hour before the party was a fervent rush to find seating, set up the candles, make sure there was no evidence of living in this house. 

Eventually, people started showing up. First was Evan Rodrigues, his wife Christina and his kids Grayson and Noah. They were younger than your youngest brother, but they got on immediately, giggling and laughing and running around in the backyard even with the slight chill in the air. 

Christina brought some gluten free rolls and really nice bottles of wine, and Evan and your dad immediately went off to the TV to watch the game, talking about their fantasy football teams. 

Alexandar Georgiev, the new goalie, arrived soon after. He also brought wine and a really nice bottle of vodka for “if we party.” You loved him already.

Then Bowen Byram came, bringing two store bought apple pies and flowers for your mom. Your dad had mentioned he was injured, but he looked fine walking around. But you weren’t an expert.

“You told me the wrong time, idiot,” Newy lightly elbowed him and you bit back a smile.

Bowen huffed. “My finger slipped, di-uhhhhhhh dude,” his friend avoided swearing even though all young ears were outside.

“Well, Alex was really helpful,” You offered as you potted the flowers for your mom since she was busy plating the food with Christine. 

“Was he now?” Bowen raised his eyebrows at Alex, so Alex elbowed him with more heft this time. 

“We wanna play Nerf!” Jimmy ran back in with the other kids trailing on his heels. “Y/N, can we play Nerf?”

“Ask mom, go away,” You said. “I have to finish the potatoes and make whipped cream.” Also this was a really cute outfit and you didn’t want it to get ruined.

“Please!” Freddy whined. “You’ve been in the kitchen for-evvvvvvveerrrrrrrr.” Impressive how many syllables he made that word. Alex and Bowen just snorted. 

“I gotta keep cooking because you’d find a way to burn the whipped cream.”

Apparently not too heartbroken, they immediately turned to Alex and Bowen. “Please, Newy and Bo, please!” 

The two young hockey players readily agreed. “But you guys better have weapons, I left mine back in Canada,” Alex said, and they ran upstairs, a stampede of boys.

“I guess what they say about hockey players just being tall boys is true,” You mused aloud as you head back to the kitchen. 

 Christine laughed as you “Oh trust me, if you’re lucky, that’s the case,” she said. “Also, Nerfs are fun, Grayson adores them.” 

Before you could reply, the stampede came back down again, this time armed with plastic toy weapons and cackling with gleeful laughter. 

“Take those downstairs, I don’t want any darts on the first floor!” Your mom called, and you were taken back to your childhood in a very sweet way as the four of you ran around playing and laughing.

Smiling to yourself, you finished your mashed potatoes and went to get started on the whipped cream, but the doorbell rang.

You went to grab it, because a football-obsessed cheer and groan reverberated from the living room. 

“Sorry for late. I stop by Russian bakery and grab Kartoshka,” Valeri held up a box. 

“All good,” You assured. “Come on in. Everyone’s watching football.”

He nodded and followed you into the kitchen where he greeted your mom. 

“Hello,” he greeted and set the box down. “I go watch football.”

“Sounds good,” You said and got the whipped cream put together. You made it the best in your entire family.

That should be the last of the interruptions. You went to go put out some more snacks in the living room but heard raucous laughter before getting hit with a dart on your shoulder blade.

You whipped around and saw Alex and Jimmy behind you, frozen in guilt but weapons still raised. The rest of the herd of boys stormed up after, promptly 

A Nerf dart laid at your feet. 

“Sorry, Y/N,” Alex said. It looked like he meant it but he was also about to laugh, the giggles pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Can I borrow that?” You asked Jimmy.

Since Jimmy adored you, he handed you the Nerf gun.

You stepped back a bit since you weren’t a total bitch, and shot Alex Newhook dead center. 

+

Alex Newhook admired how Y/N just immediately gave it back instead of complaining, not moving as the dart hit him and bounced off his chest. Once it hit the floor, he dramatically grabbed at his heart and staggered backwards. “Ah, I’ve been hit! Write sonnets about my bravery!” Then he collapsed on a heap to the floor. 

He heard Y/N’s voice amongst the laughter of all the boys before Mrs. White called out, “Dinner’s ready! Everyone to the dining room.”

“C’mon, drama queen,” Bowen helped him up. “We’ll write songs to you later.”

There were all these little name cards set up. There were five seats at the kid’s table, including DJ who joined the Nerf battle late. 

But Alex was sitting next to you. 

There were a lot of people, so everyone was all scrunched up. His thigh often found itself resting against yours, but you never pulled away so he didn’t either. The conversations were lively, jumping around the Denver housing market and football and TV shows. Mrs. White nixed all talk of hockey, saying it was a holiday and therefore a vacation. But the conversation never dwindled. 

Val was on Y/N’s other side, and he watched as you made a concerted effort to include him and speak slowly enough he could understand. He joined those conversations when he could, but also talked to Erod about the culture shock of moving to Denver and going from college hockey to NHL hockey.

The food was delicious, but he made sure to not eat so much with the game the next day. But he did have some of the apple pie (it’s a FRUIT) with your whipped cream. Holy hell it was good.

Bo and Val didn’t have the worry of playing tomorrow, the injured bastards, and they had two servings of dessert. Once they were full-contact, he was going to hit them into the boards during their practices.

The kids table seemed like they were having fun. Once the food coma took over, all the kids piled into the living room as the others arrived. 

Gabe Landeskog gave Y/N a big hug, and you got to hug Luke and pinch his cheeks as Linnea practically climbed up his own leg. He had no idea how you knew everybody. 

EJ arrived a bit later, carrying three bottles of Screaming Eagle. Like the captain, he gave you a hug and joked about your height. Cale came by with his girlfriend shortly after. He loved talking to her, she was always kind. Cale was quiet and respectful, but he and Donny got into an in-depth discussion on which quarterback they should start for fantasy.

Frankie ended up texting they weren’t going to make it but he sends his best. 

The conversations continued and split and converged. More dessert was eaten. Some of the kids curled up in the guest bedroom to nap. Georgiev and Val spoke in Russian, but joined the others as well. Carol, Gabe, and DJ spoke about the latest episode of White Lotus. Mel, EJ, Christine, and Bo talked about the price differences of wine. 

You and Alex spoke mostly about crazy college courses you took, and weird essay topics you had to write. Cale jumped in at that point, discussing his own essays. 

It was fun to be involved in the convos, even though the topics seemed kind of distant. They spoke of dating and moving and trades, and the housing market (again?!). He was single and in the same apartment complex the team had provided for him. 

Just when Alex thought he should maybe get going and not overstay his welcome, you turned to him. “C’mon, we’ll go to the kids table and go to our next tradition.”

“What’s that?” He asked, the two of you breaking off from the conversation. 

“We play hide and seek,” You said. “It’s cutthroat. You may not survive.”

He grinned, sated and full but always down to compete. “Sounds fun.” He turned to Bo. “Wanna play?”

“Hell yeah.” 

Alex, Y/N, Bo, and DJ snuck off to see the kids watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. “C’mon, kiddos,” Y/N muted the show. “We’re gonna play Hide and Seek. Wanna play?”

The kids perked up. Linnea and Luke were already asleep, as was Noah, but Grayson was ready to play even though he was younger than 5.  

Y/N knelt down to their seated level. “Okay, we got some rules though. You all willing to play by the rules?” The kids nodded ever so seriously. Alex couldn’t help but grin. 

“You guys playing Hide and Seek again?” EJ came by. “I wanna play.”

“You don’t play by the rules,” Y/N said. 

EJ wrapped you in a bear hug and a weird, sudden stab of jealousy sliced at Alex that he immediately pushed down. That came out of nowhere. Besides, you were, like, ten years younger than the big defenseman.

“I’ll behave I swear.” 

“Doubt it,” Alex and Bo muttered at the same time before they all shared a laugh.

“Here are the rules,” Y/N began, your voice commanding but kind for all the kids. “You can hide anywhere in the house except a bedroom. If a room has a bed in it, you can’t hide there. No locking doors, you hide fair and square. No moving spots once the five minutes has passed. The seeker has to wait five minutes before taking off to find people. Once you’re found by the seeker, you join them in the search. If you’re found last or not found within an hour, you win and the winner gets ice cream.”

“Who’s the seeker?” Bo asked.

“EJ should do it, he’s the oldest,” DJ said. 

“Works for me, I’m too tall to fit where you kiddos can,” EJ said. 

“And you broke our cabinet last year,” Y/N added. Alex laughed in shock.

“Accidentally,” he clarified then paused. “Hey wait, as the seeker don’t I get ice cream?” “You can get ice cream,” You placated.

“We probably don’t need it,” Alex said. “Game tomorrow, bud.” 

EJ groaned. “Ugh fair, I’m taking mine to go.” He pulled out his phone and set up a five minute timer. “And... go!” 

And everyone took off. 

+

You booked it down to the basement, the smartest place to hide. You couldn’t hide in the guest bedroom as per rules, but you could hide in the large steam shower in the bathroom. With the lights off, you’d be nothing more than a shadow. And maybe people would dismiss it as being close to the bedroom. Most people went for cabinets and closets. Jimmy usually hid in the DVD and board game closet on the first floor. But you tried to change it up. Last year, you hid under a stack of blankets in the laundry room and were only found because your Duolingo notification happened when your dad was the seeker. 

To make sure you’d stay in the dark, you quickly undid the three light bulbs and hid them in the 

You put your phone on it’s darkest brightness and sat with your back against the wall with the door on it so you wouldn’t be seen. You knew from course reading that people looked for eyes in the darkness so you used that to your advantage. 

Just as you felt settled you found the perfect spot and that EJ would be too stupid to find you as the minutes counted down, the door burst open before shutting quickly. You closed your phone, and tried to quiet your breathing.

The lightswitch flicked on and off uselessly and the sauna door opened. 

Alex Newhook peeked his head in and went to make a sound. Acting on pure instinct, you slapped your hand over his mouth and pulled him into the steam shower. 

“Hi,” he said once you removed your hand. His smile was lazy and good-natured. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Hide and Seek is serious,” You said, slightly sheepish. “You’ll have to hide with me, we’re almost out of time.”

“Works with me.” He sat across from you. There was less than three feet between you so the whisper carried. “Smart move to take out the bulbs, you’re ruthless.”

You smiled at him then realized he probably couldn’t see you. “Thanks.”

His low chuckle was bright in the darkness. 

“Do you think EJ is gonna cheat?” You found yourself asking.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Alex acknowledged. “He’s a competitive bastard. We all are.” 

“Probably best in your line of work,” You acknowledged back. In the distance, there was maniacal laughter and one of your brothers shouting “NO!” dejectedly. You went quiet, and so did Alex.

Once the noise quieted down, you pulled out your phone with the brightness still low and checked Instagram. Your college roommate sent you a ridiculous AITA post so you chuckled as you read it.

“What’s so funny?” 

“An ‘Am I The Asshole’ about this 100,000 dollar wedding dress getting destroyed for a TikTok.”

His laugh was shocked and quick. “Holy shit, can I see?”

You nodded and he moved over to sit next to you on the bench. He read over your shoulder, and you watched his reaction in the faint glow of your phone screen. 

He turned to you, “That was funny-” and then cut off as your faces bumped into each other. 

“It was,” You whispered, not just because of the game. 

Not exactly sure who made the first move, you both leaned forward and met in the middle. The kiss was sudden but deep and you quickly clutched onto his sweater as his hand cupped your jaw. His hand was big, sturdy and warm as it gently held you to him.

Your fingers tightened on his sweater and he pulled you closer. Without thinking, you climbed onto his lap and his other hand moved to your hip as a low groan rumbled from his throat.

The door to the steam shower slammed open, and you and Alex pulled apart.

Erik Johnson stared at the two of you as you froze in fear, and then he snorted. “Oh boy, you’re dead, Al.” His laugh followed him out of the room, shutting the door to the bathroom behind him.

“Well, we were found.” Alex pointed out slowly. “So I guess we lost. Which may not be the only thing I lose tonight if he’s right.” 

You tried not to laugh. EJ maybe had a point. Your dad could kill him for making out with his daughter at their Thanksgiving party, but he wasn’t one of those shotgun dads. He knew you were an adult, a woman with bodily autonomy. 

“I wasn’t that interested in playing the game anymore,” You said.

“Me neither,” he said and kissed you again.

Note: thank you for reading! masterlist here!

#mywriting #alex newhook imagine #nhl imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #hockey imagine #alex newhook

[cedar-writes]

Another J?

Summery: A trip to the zoo doesn't go as planned...

Warnings: Natasha x reader, Jeff causing trouble, fluff 

A/N: A sequel to The Three Js! Please enjoy the family mayhem.  

“Mrr? Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Jeff stared up at you with big puppy dog eyes, mrr-ing and nudging your leg.

You glanced up from your laptop, where you were working on mission reports. “Hey bud, I’m a little busy right now, what’s up?”

“Mrrrr!” Jeff kept telling you, as he gently grabbed your pant leg in his teeth and tugged lightly. Of course he wanted you to follow him.

“Listen Jeff, I need to finish up these reports by next week. Can you go bother your mom? Or maybe one of your brothers?”

Jeff sighed and sat down defeatedly, continuing to stare at you sadly. You went back to work, doing your best to ignore his silent pleading. Which turned out to be almost impossible. You could feel Jeff’s big sad eyes watching you, leaving you completely unable to focus on your work. Eventually you sat back in your chair and rubbed your eyes, groaning softly. Jeff took this as his cue to jump into your lap. He nuzzled your face with his nose and looked at you hopefully.

“Alright Jeff. You win. I could use a break anyway. What do you want to show me?”

Jeff leapt off your lap with a happy, “mrrr!” and ran out of the room making a beeline for the kitchen. Despite his short legs, Jeff moved surprisingly fast and you had to hustle to catch up with him.

You caught up to Jeff in the kitchen, where you also found your wife making herself a cup of tea.

“What’s up with Jeff?” asked Natasha when she saw you come in. “He’s been at you all day. Does he need something?”

“No idea, but he’s supposed to be showing me now.”

You both turned to look at Jeff. He was sitting at the fridge, staring up at it intently.

“Are you hungry bud? Is that what this was all about?” You asked him.

“Mrrrr.” Jeff shook his head quickly and continued to stare intently up at the fridge.

“Its typically food he’s after.” Natasha remarked. “Interesting.”  

You and Natasha stared at the fridge with him. It was cluttered with scraps of paper, artwork, take-out menus, receipts, grocery lists, and an assortment of magnets. Jeff huffed, obviously frustrated you didn't catch on to what he wanted.

You looked over the decorations on your fridge, most of which you were familiar with. And then something new caught your eye. You grabbed the flier for the zoo and Jeff immediately mrrrrr-ed happily and danced around your feet.

You laughed. “Guess we found what he wanted. Where did this come from?”

“It came in the mail yesterday.” Natasha shrugged. “Figured it could be fun to go at some point, so I just put it up here”  

Jeff was now gleefully running circles around the kitchen. You watched him for a moment as she turned back to you. “It seems like someone really wants to visit today. Think we could take a trip?”  

You smiled. “Yeah, I don't see why not. Gather up the boys, and let's go.”

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At the zoo, you quickly learned many things. Jonathan, a wolverine, seemed to think he was better than any of the animals in the exhibits, especially the wolves. Poor Jroki almost passed out when you walked by the alligator enclosure and you had to quickly usher him away. Jeff loved the penguins. Natasha swore he could have spent hours watching them through the glass.

After a few hours of walking around, and a quick snack at the cafe, your little family was checking out the last of the exhibits before going home. You came upon one of the last enclosures and Jroki and Jonathan both stopped to peer in. After realizing it was empty, Jonathan growled in disappointment.

“Sorry Johnny,” Natasha said, patting his head. “Looks like no one is home.”

You leaned in to read the sign on the fence. “It’s supposed to house a wombat. That’s too bad, I wonder what happened to her.”

“Maybe she hasn't moved in yet.” Natasha turned to the boys, “Alright you three, shall we head home?”

Two pairs of eyes looked back at you.

“Um…Y/N?”

“Yes Nat?”

“Where’s Jeff?”

“You know, that's a great question.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jeff, of course, was off finding his own adventure. Some point after the stop at the cafe, Jeff decided he wanted to go back to see the penguins again. So he did, assuming the rest of you would see him leave and follow along. After watching the penguins for a bit, he turned around and realized he didn't see you. Or Natasha. Or either of his brothers. The realization he was alone struck him and he started to run, desperately trying to find any of you.

After about 10 minutes of no luck, Jeff climbed on top of a park bench to rest and get a better view of his surroundings. As he sat, he heard a rustle from the bushes behind him. Jeff immediately whipped around to find the source of the noise. From the bush came a soft grunting and some more signs of movement. Being the ever curious landshark, Jeff decided to investigate and immediately dove right  into the bushes.

Upon landing, Jeff came face to face with……well he wasn't sure what she was. She was around the same size as him. She was covered in soft brown fur and had small ears with a big nose. Whatever she was, she looked scared and lonely. Jeff knew just how he could help her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Natasha quickly realized Jeff must have decided to look at the penguins again, so you started off in that direction. You were quickly making your way towards the penguins when Jonathan and Jroki suddenly took off running. You and Natasha immediately took off after them, shouting their names. This of course, earned you many weird looks from the other zoo goers.

You caught up to the boys sitting on a bench outside of the cafe, along with Jeff and another small creature. Jeff let out a proud, “Mrrr!” when you walked up, excitedly looking between you and the animal sitting next to him.

You groaned softly. “Oh boy, here we go again. What is it this time? A capybara?”

Natasha frowned and shook her head. “No, not a capybara. I’m pretty sure she’s a wombat. She’s probably the one from that empty enclosure.”

“She must have escaped.” You said, “should we grab a zookeeper so they can put her back?”

Jeff mrrr-ed sadly and frowned at you, while leaning closer to the wombat. The wombat leaned into Jeff and closed her eyes, grunting happily.

“Y/N…we can’t make her go back.”

You turned to Natasha incredulously, “I’m sorry what?”

“I mean think about it. It’s got to be really lonely spending your whole life in a cage. We could give her a home. Like we did for the boys.”

“Natasha, I get it. But we can’t just steal her from the zoo.”

She raised an eyebrow at you. “Why not?”

You chuckled softly and shook your head. “Okay, okay, you’re right. Why not? We’ll take her home.”  

“MMRRRRR!!!” Jeff jumped up and down and celebrated with his brothers and the wombat. Natasha hugged you tight and kissed your cheek. “Thank you Y/N. Let’s get her out of here.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back at the compound, you and Natasha sat on the couch watching your boys and the wombat play together.

“Well, we got her home. Now what?” You said. “We already have the three boys. Are we able to keep the wombat too? We are both pretty busy people, and already have our hands full with the others.”

Natasha sighed. “I know what you mean. It would really be a lot. But we couldn't have left her there.”  

“No, of course not.” You thought for a moment. “Even if it's not with us, we could still give her a nice home. Maybe give her to Wanda? I’m sure her twins would love a friend.”

Natasha nodded. “That's a really good idea. Wanda has talked about wanting to get the boys a pet. And that way Jeff and the rest could still visit her regularly.”

“Okay then, we’ll offer her to Wanda. But we also can't just keep referring to her as ‘the wombat’. She needs a name too.”

“You’re right. We’ll need to stick to the J theme.” agreed Natasha. “Any ideas?”

“Jessica?”

“Hmm no. Jennifer?”

“I’m not feeling it. How about Jill?”

Natasha smiled. “Jill. I like it.”

You leaned against Natasha’s shoulder. “You know, we're turning into quite the animal rescuers.”

She shook her head. “Not us, it's all Jeff. We might have found him, but he found Jonathan, Jroki, and now Jill.

You smiled. “We’re raising quite the landshark, huh?”

Natasha laughed.  “I wonder what adventure he’ll get himself into next?” 

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #jeff the land shark #Jeff the landshark

[lilover131]

Clear Card Chapter 71 Analysis

I’m back! Happy March everyone! I apologize for the delay in posting this analysis! I’ve had some personal stuff going on that has kept me quite distracted, but I finally buckled down and got this done! I sincerely appreciate the patience of anyone who was waiting!

 This chapter definitely has a much warmer vibe (although bittersweet) than last month’s, so here is my gif of the month for this chapter.

Without further ado, let’s talk about it!

The color page this month is relatively simple and shows Sakura standing while surrounded by the many different outfits related to the Two Alices play or “Alice in Clockland” depending I guess on which timeline it is. It’s nice to see all of them in full color now (which certainly helps with fanart. Haha), however something about this image definitely gives me the vibe that there is more to come in regards to this. I don’t think they’re done with the original timeline just yet.

 The chapter begins with a typical Sakura morning as she runs around frantically getting dressed due to oversleeping. A friend very quickly pointed out that the house actually has an entirely new section added to it that wasn’t there before, and this is very likely Akiho’s room.

I find it really comical that Suppi mentions how Sakura absentmindedly turned off both her alarms and went back to sleep. If you saw it happen Suppi, then WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE HER UUUPPPPP? Lol. I am somewhat surprised though to see Suppi there (though I guess I shouldn’t since they were seen to be there for the end of the play), because the original reason he and Nakuru showed up was because things were happening in Japan. I wonder what the reason is for their arrival in this particular timeline? Is it just a visit, perhaps to see the play or meet Sakura’s twin? In that case, I wonder if Eriol and Kaho are there as well, since they couldn’t travel before due to the risk of Kaito bringing the plane down.

 Can I pause for a moment too to talk about how cute Sakura’s new uniform is? I love the all black look (even the ends of the sleeves are black now instead of white), and the addition of the leggings is just so freaking adorable!

Sakura comes down to see Akiho cooking breakfast, and it warms my heart to see her actually cooking. That was something she wanted to learn before to cook for Kaito (they’re croqueetteeesss toooooo), so to see her doing it independently makes me think of what could’ve been had she continued to learn in the other timeline. I think over time, she would’ve turned out to be a great cook, so this new timeline pretty much proves that. The narration from Sakura explains next that Akiho had bad health since she was little and that she spent a lot of time living with their great grandfather for treatment before recently moving back in with them. I’m not entirely sure why it was necessary for her to move for treatment, but I doubt CLAMP will go into any detail about that because that would probably introduce more plot holes or headaches for them to try and cover up. Hahahaha. I suppose it really isn’t important anyways, but I actually am really happy for Masaki, their great grandfather. He was devastated losing Nadeshiko, so I bet having Akiho around probably made him really really happy. Maybe this also means that Fujitaka and him had a better relationship to start, but I’m not entirely sure what the implications of that is.

 Speaking of Fujitaka, in the next page, he arrives downstairs and greets the both of them. He eats alone with the girls since Touya had an early morning shift and one after class too (jeez this boy never stops working), but Fujitaka is eager to try what Akiho cooked. He tries it and immediately loves it, and the way Akiho just lights up after being praised for her cooking is just so precious.

 It’s explained how Akiho transferred to her school that year and was in the same class (just like in the original timeline), and despite having been separated most of their lives, Sakura is looking forward to making a bunch of happy memories with her to make up for the time lost. This reminds me a bit of how Syaoran was turned into a toddler after Sakura wished they would have met sooner. But Syaoran reminded her that they had a whole future to build happy memories together. 

 The two of them start walking to school, and as it starts to snow, Sakura becomes and overly protective older sister and starts wrapping her scarf around Akiho (who already has a scarf) to keep her nice and warm. Hahaha. Akiho asks if Sakura will be cold now without her scarf, but she insists that she’ll be okay and that she doesn’t want Akiho to get a fever. Honestly, I love seeing protective Sakura. Normally, it’s everyone else around her protecting her, but seeing her on the other side is just so freaking cute.

 Tomoyo naturally appears shortly after and commends Sakura for being such a good big sister, and Akiho mentions how she’s been feeling better than usual and not feeling any pain (oh lord, she’s been feeling pain? Poor thing…). Sakura and Tomoyo both say they will look out for her if anything changes, but Sakura adds on that Akiho is very precious to her. Tomoyo comments that maybe a sister complex runs in the family, and that one honestly made me laugh pretty good.

 When Sakura arrives to school, Syaoran is there waiting for her and the two talk about how cold it got overnight. After being asked if she was under the weather at all, Sakura answers that she is doing just fine as well as the cards. She mentions talking to the Mirror card the night before, and this seems to confirm that the Sakura cards are back with her, though in this timeline, I’m not sure that Syaoran would have ever taken them away. This does call into question though whether the Clear cards still exist or not. Somehow I have a feeling they do but are floating in some place cut off from time (maybe in the book where Kaito likely is?).

 Syaoran asks her why she wanted to talk to the Mirror card, and she tells him that she has been pondering on the thought of telling Akiho about everything that happened while they were apart, including her magical adventures. Syaoran thinks this would be shocking for her (though doesn’t seem to imply in any way that this is a bad idea), but Sakura thinks that even if she was shocked by it, that Akiho would likely believe her (I mean, it wouldn’t take much to convince her since you could literally show her). Syaoran seems somewhat saddened by the thought that she can’t use magic, but Sakura focuses on how Akiho is a kind and very strong person (girl, you have no idea). She’s asked if she trusts her, and Sakura answers that she does, to which Syaoran comments would make sense since she’s her twin. But Sakura states that even if she wasn’t her sister, she would trust her, and that time together isn’t always needed to help know how one feels.

 Syaoran smiles at her in understanding, and Sakura blushes (naturally) before mentioning that she would also want to tell her about him, such as the day they met and how he always came to her rescue. She finishes by saying she wants to tell her about the “most important person in her life”, and lord I can’t help but swoon a bit at this. And just when I thought my heart was already bursting at this cuteness, they knock it up another notch by holding hands and touching their foreheads together, and OMG I CAN’T DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL.

It's so nice seeing them be able to touch again, but I just absolutely adore the way these two show their love to each other. It’s just so pure and warm and *clutches heart again*

 Sakura talks about how she hopes too that Akiho can tell her all about her most important person, and it’s at this point that the pain comes back. Lol. Kaito’s absence really does hit hard with these words, but there isn’t much time to ponder on it before Sakura is suddenly thrust into the dream world and sees…the cloaked figure.

 Admittedly, I was not at all expecting this whatsoever, especially in the middle of such a sweet scene, but omg the hyyyyyype. I feel hyped because it feels like it’s one step closer to things ramping up again. But I gotta say…when the hood came down, my jaw pretty much dropped. Hahaha. It’s LILLIE!!! She’s younger in appearance it seems, and she claims that she is there to meet Sakura in a dream. I am so so so curious to see what all of this is about and what it all means. Why is Lillie younger? Is this a dream from Lillie’s past (dreams after all bend the rules of time)? Or has she been reborn in a new life and is now the same age as Sakura and Akiho? I really want to know the implications of this timeline on Lillie’s existence, but obviously I’m just dying to hear what it is she has to say. My hope is she has a way to save Kaito, but I suppose we’ll just have to wait to find out.

There are definitely lots of questions to be answered, and I hope CLAMP starts doing so in the next month. Until next time everyone!

#cardcaptor sakura #clear card #chapter 71 #spoilers #analysis #chrissy talks a lot #syaoran #sakura #kaito #akiho #fujitaka #masaki #tomoyo #kero #suppi #manga

[flightplan-fox]

...Another J?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, featuring Jeff the Landshark, Jonathan the Wolverine, and Jroki the Crocodile 

Words: 1.4k  Warnings: none 

Summery: A trip to the zoo doesn't go exactly as planned. 

A/N here is an unofficial sequel to The Three Js! They can be read in any order, but I do suggest you read it first. I think I might be getting the hang of this whole ‘writing’ thing....

“Mrr? Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Jeff stared up at you with big puppy dog eyes, mrr-ing and nudging your leg.

You glanced up from your laptop, where you were working on mission reports. “Hey bud, I’m a little busy right now, what’s up?”

“Mrrrr!” Jeff kept telling you, as he gently grabbed your pant leg in his teeth and tugged lightly. Of course he wanted you to follow him.

“Listen Jeff, I need to finish up these reports by next week. Can you go bother your mom? Or maybe one of your brothers?”

Jeff sighed and sat down defeatedly, continuing to stare at you sadly. You went back to work, doing your best to ignore his silent pleading. Which turned out to be almost impossible. You could feel Jeff’s big sad eyes watching you, leaving you completely unable to focus on your work. Eventually you sat back in your chair and rubbed your eyes, groaning softly. Jeff took this as his cue to jump into your lap. He nuzzled your face with his nose and looked at you hopefully.

“Alright Jeff. You win. I could use a break anyway. What do you want to show me?”

Jeff leapt off your lap with a happy, “mrrr!” and ran out of the room making a beeline for the kitchen. Despite his short legs, Jeff moved surprisingly fast and you had to hustle to catch up with him.

You caught up to Jeff in the kitchen, where you also found your wife making herself a cup of tea.

“What’s up with Jeff?” asked Natasha when she saw you come in. “He’s been at you all day. Does he need something?”

“No idea, but he’s supposed to be showing me now.”

You both turned to look at Jeff. He was sitting at the fridge, staring up at it intently.

“Are you hungry bud? Is that what this was all about?” You asked him.

“Mrrrr.” Jeff shook his head quickly and continued to stare intently up at the fridge.

“Its typically food he’s after.” Natasha remarked. “Interesting.”  

You and Natasha stared at the fridge with him. It was cluttered with scraps of paper, artwork, take-out menus, receipts, grocery lists, and an assortment of magnets. Jeff huffed, obviously frustrated you didn't catch on to what he wanted.

You looked over the decorations on your fridge, most of which you were familiar with. And then something new caught your eye. You grabbed the flyler for the zoo and Jeff immediately mrrrrr-ed happily and danced around your feet.

You laughed. “Guess we found what he wanted. Where did this come from?”

“It came in the mail yesterday.” Natasha shrugged. “Figured it could be fun to go at some point, so I just put it up here”  

Jeff was now gleefully running circles around the kitchen. You watched him for a moment as she turned back to you. “It seems like someone really wants to visit today. Think we could take a trip?”  

You smiled. “Yeah, I don't see why not. Gather up the boys, and let's go.”

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At the zoo, you quickly learned many things. Jonathan, a wolverine, seemed to think he was better than any of the animals in the exhibits, especially the wolves. Poor Jroki almost passed out when you walked by the crocodile enclosure and you had to quickly usher him away. Jeff loved the penguins. Natasha swore he could have spent hours watching them through the glass.

After a few hours of walking around, and a quick snack at the cafe, your little family was checking out the last of the exhibits before going home. You came upon one of the last enclosures and Jroki and Jonathan both stopped to peer in. After realizing it was empty, Jonathan growled in disappointment.

“Sorry Johnny,” Natasha said, patting his head. “Looks like no one is home.”

You leaned in to read the sign on the fence. “It’s supposed to house a wombat. That’s too bad, I wonder what happened to her.”

“Maybe she hasn't been moved in yet.” Natasha turned to the boys, “Alright you three, shall we head home?”

Two pairs of eyes looked back at you.

“Um…Y/N?”

“Yes Nat?”

“Where’s Jeff?”

“You know, that's a great question.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jeff, of course, was off finding his own adventure. Some point after the stop at the cafe, Jeff decided he wanted to go back to see the penguins again. So he did, assuming the rest of you would see him leave and follow along. After watching the penguins for a bit, he turned around and realized he didn't see you. Or Natasha. Or either of his brothers. The realization he was alone struck him and he started to run, desperately trying to find any of you.

After about 10 minutes of no luck, Jeff climbed on top of a park bench to rest and get a better view of his surroundings. As he sat, he heard a rustle from the bushes behind him. Jeff immediately whipped around to find the source of the noise. From the bush came a soft grunting and some more signs of movement. Being the ever curious landshark, Jeff decided to investigate and immediately dove right  into the bushes.

Upon landing, Jeff came face to face with……well he wasn't sure what she was. She was around the same size as him. She was covered in soft brown fur and had small ears with a big nose. Whatever she was, she looked scared and lonely. Jeff knew just how he could help her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Natasha quickly realized Jeff must have decided to look at the penguins again, so you started off in that direction. You were quickly making your way towards the penguins when Jonathan and Jroki suddenly took off running. You and Natasha immediately took off after them, shouting their names. This of course, earned you many weird looks from the other zoo goers.

You caught up to the boys sitting on a bench outside of the cafe, along with Jeff and another small creature. Jeff let out a proud, “Mrrr!” when you walked up, excitedly looking between you and the animal sitting next to him.

You groaned softly. “Oh boy, here we go again. What is it this time? A capybara?”

Natasha frowned and shook her head. “No, not a capybara. I’m pretty sure she’s a wombat. She’s probably the one from that empty enclosure.”

“She must have escaped.” You said, “should we grab a zookeeper so they can put her back?”

Jeff mrrr-ed sadly and frowned at you, while leaning closer to the wombat. The wombat leaned into Jeff and closed her eyes, grunting happily.

“Y/N…we can’t make her go back.”

You turned to Natasha incredulously, “I’m sorry what?”

“I mean think about it. It’s got to be really lonely spending your whole life in a cage. We could give her a home. Like we did for the boys.”

“Natasha, I get it. But we can’t just steal her from the zoo.”

She raised an eyebrow at you. “Why not?”

You chuckled softly and shook your head. “Okay, okay, you’re right. Why not? We’ll take her home.”  

“MMRRRRR!!!” Jeff jumped up and down and celebrated with his brothers and the wombat. Natasha hugged you tight and kissed your cheek. “Thank you Y/N. Let’s get her out of here.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back at the compound, you and Natasha sat on the couch watching your boys and the wombat play together.

“Well, we got her home. Now what?” You said. “We already have the three boys. Are we able to keep the wombat too? We are both pretty busy people, and already have our hands full with the others.”

Natasha sighed. “I know what you mean. It would really be a lot. But we couldn't have left her there.”  

“No, of course not.” You thought for a moment. “Even if it's not with us, we could still give her a nice home. Maybe give her to Wanda? I’m sure her twins would love a friend.”

Natasha nodded. “That's a really good idea. Wanda has talked about wanting to get the boys a pet. And that way Jeff and the rest could still visit her regularly.”

“Okay then, we’ll offer her to Wanda. But we also can't just keep referring to her as ‘the wombat’. She needs a name too.”

“You’re right. We’ll need to stick to the J theme.” agreed Natasha. “Any ideas?”

“Jessica?”

“Hmm no. Jennifer?”

“I’m not feeling it. How about Jill?”

Natasha smiled. “Jill. I like it.”

You leaned against Natasha’s shoulder. “You know, we're turning into quite the animal rescuers.”

She shook her head. “Not us, it's all Jeff. We might have found him, but he found Jonathan, Jroki, and now Jill.

You smiled. “We’re raising quite the landshark, huh?”

Natasha laughed. “Definitely. I wonder what adventure he’ll get himself into next.”

#pi writes #jeff the landshark #natasha romanoff x reader

[fairweather-fangs]

On X and F's relationship. (@caustic-c)

Wammys House was terribly lonely. The building was massively large which gave it a very empty feel, not to mention most inhabitants hadn't felt any decent connection since they had their parents were taken; if they were lucky enough to receive any love from them, that is. There were never enough care takers. Usually they focused on the little kids, the ones who needed more supervision. That, or they sighed up to look after the small, cute ones and didn't bother to care for the older teens. For children like F who had been suffering for coming in seven years now, other students were the closest you could get to genuine connection.

He had some friends, though most he had made were older and had aged out of the syetem long ago. The little kids liked him, he was sweet and understood them better than the adults, but small children were yet to know the agony of waiting years hoping and praying to find someone who would love you only to force yourself to realize you would be in this orphanage until you were an adult. His peers knew him for the man he was: a drug lord. A 17 year old seeling weed, booze, pills and the extremely rare hard-core life ruiner on the occasion, but a drug lord in his own right.

Most stayed away from him. He was nice, yes, but his kind, hardworking persona was just that. A persona. A mask he put on to appear unsuspecting to the staff. F at his core was ruthless and predatory. A cruel business man preying in his fellow students fragility to make a killing all to fuel his own addiction. Yes, F spent his money on other things: snacks, clothes, room decor. Normal kid things. Buy the money was for drugs first and foremost, because F was an addict who only functioned at least a little bit high.

F was well liked at parties. Usually thrown in the woods or a close by abandoned structure, the occasional socialite threw a party for the other students to do anything from hang about and chatter to go completely wild. F was necessary for the wilder parties. It was at these parties where he made a killing, selling to whoever was catering but also to whoever he and his many employees scouted as a potential new customer.

He got his employees, as he called them, a number of ways. Usually addicts looking to pay off debts or trying to make money off the trade. Occasionally someone would want in just for fun or money. His employees did everything from run drugs to selling to scouting and at one such event was X scouted by F himself.

X had issues. F liked issues. It started with F trying to snake his way into X's mind, see what F could sell him and ended with the two stumbling about the dance floor, arms linked, toasting their too-many-th round of F's home distilled cheap moonshine to whatever bond they'd just formed.

X became a regular customer and often came around to enjoy their product with F. They'd grown quite close, closer than F was with most people. After his previous roommate left Wammys he'd been alone and in desperate need of a smoking buddy. Yes, he had his girlfriend K, but that was his partner. She was more to him than a drug buddy and besides, K always tried to ease him away from more intense highs. There was also C, but C wasn't a friend. They were a business partner he occasionally got high around and maybe fucked a few times but not a true friend to be stoned with.

X was different. X would take anything F suggested. X was someone he felt relaxed arouund, someone he could talk to, someone who was willing to sit down with them and just hang out without any crazy business plots being thrown around. X often spent the night in F's room, sleeping on the floor typically, though F wasn't opposed to having someone besides them in bed. Soon, they made the decision that since X spent most of their time there anyways, they may as well live there and X became F's roommate.

As F's roommate, X carried several important secrets. They knew where all of F's stashes were, where and how F kept inventory and of course, F's personal business plans. X quickly got involved with the drug ring, often smuggling goods and meeting plugs everyone else was too much of a coward to deal with. F loved X's initiative, X loved that F saw them as the best employee he had.

The business venture in time, proved lucrative for the both of them. F saw a great rise in efficiency with X's efforts and X was allowed extra cuts of money and drugs. Hell, at some point F let X start taking from his personal stash too. Life was good for them. They were rolling in cash and just about every substance they wanted. The staff had no idea and the two were the best of friends.

But what comes up must come down. As F and X kept using the amount needed for a proper high increased. F was finding himself lower and lower on his own personal supply until he was barely keeping himself satiated. He knew the reason why, he knew X took from his personal stash. He tried to act like it wasn't an issue that X was taking more than his fair share. Tried to say this was a sign to recover. But that didn't work. He needed to get high. He needed to feel something other than dread. He needed X to stop talking his shit.

He tried asking, and X agreed, but he knew from taking inventory something wasn't right. He was missing stock, specifically in the things that X liked the most. He confronted X about it, and X denied it and tried to blame it on C but F knew. He knew C wasn't dumb enough to steal from him and he knew no one else had a key but himself, C and X.

Maybe if F was reasonable, maybe if he talked it over with his friend, maybe had he just stopped to think about what he'd loose he wouldn't be in this situation and yet, here he was. Alone. The other side of his room long abandoned after X had left. He hated sitting alone in his room, smoking his usual mixture with no one to smoke with. He hated waiting outside for his plugs alone, no one to talk to. But most of all he hated just being alone. No one there to wake him up when they overslept, no one to have midnight conversations with, no shoulder to cry on when the world was all too much.

No, now F was left alone in the dark, cold, empty night at Wammys. The only thing to fill the void was more drugs. More dugs to fill the void so he didn't have to think about how lonely he was or how much he missed X. But drugs never helped. Being high reminded him of being high with X, selling drugs reminded him of selling drugs with X, everything reminded them of X. They wanted so bad for X to come back but he knew he couldn't apologize. Not after the incident.

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Wammys often sent the older kids on missions for L. Partially to prove themselves as useful, partially because L needed agents. F and X were sent to recover some files. It wasn't hard, just a recovery misson, in and out, quick and easy. But F had other plans.

X kept stealing from him, and maybe if F wasn't so irritated he would have done something different but he didn't. Halfway through their mission their cover was blown, the two were on separate sides of the facility. X was in trouble, he radioed F and F promised to be over there, but he didn't. F set off the security alarm, trapping X in the lab they were investigating along with the hostiles who showed up to do their own research. X barely made it out alive and F was considered lucky, but he wasn't. Officially it was called an unfortunate accident, that X was left to fend for himself alone and F was unable to help, but F knew, and so did X.

X had disabled the security system. It wasn't set to go back online for several more hours and it needed a password forbthat protocol to be overriden. A password known only to him and F, who had watched him out it in.

X was right to tell the staff what F had done. He realized that now, but it didn't take back what did. F hated to be told on, he hated the staff being suspicious and he made up the best lie he could, that the system had failed, that X failed the misson, and that X was paranoid. And somehow they belived him. X was sent to counciling over the paranoia but it didn't last long because soon enough X was convinced he was being irrational and that F would never do that. He tried to make it up to F. To apologize for the failed mission and the drugs. He tried a scheme of his own. It was going against F and going against C but he was determined to prove himself once again to F.

It did work. He nearly got himself killed and it took weeks for F to get the staff to calm down over the drug cartel X incident. Luckily they accepted that X was trying to make it up to F for failing a mission by taking on ankther than F was working on, though F was less forgiving. The cartel members F was involved with were arrested which left F down another plug. Not to mention the fact that X was still taking from F's cut of drugs so F went ahead and did what he did best.

He laced the drugs.

They were his own drugs, so when X came crawling to him in the middle of a medical emergency he laughed. Told him that's what thieves deserve. X was too scared to go to the nurse, but luckily K was around to administer first aid to stop her crazy boyfriend from killing his roommate.

After that, X left. He transferred as far away from F as possible. They didn't talk about the incident outside of the fight they had immediately after and they hadn't spoken to eachother since X changed rooms. F didn't know what X thought of him now. He knew X was still in contact with C but he never asked C about X. He rarely saw him sulking about the property, and he never tried to spy on him like he did the other kids. He knew X had managed to sink lower than him on the grade scale and that he bought alot from his competitors, so he couldn't be doing well.

X never bought drugs from F anymore, not even from his employees. He remined wholy unaffiliated from the Fang Gang. F wished there were some way to repair the relationship, he really did, but there wasn't anyway after X nearly cost F his livelihood and F nearly cost X his life.

#death note rp #f headcannons #F and X #ok so I hope this was good #I tried to incorporate X having a thung about proving himself #and also tried to make a series of events where they both committed some fairly upsetting crimes against eachother #while also maintaining that what F did was worse and mkre importantly his fault #also it was mentioned that C manipulates X inti thinking lesser of themselves so fuck it F did that too #F is a ~terrible person~ #also uh #tw drugs #I feel like they were prevalent enough to warrent that

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Blood Ties - Chapter Fourty-Six: Lithopedion

soulmate au Choso x reader

Warnings: character death, canon typical violence, manga spoilers

Synopsis: the sorcerers have finally located Angel. Unfortunaly for them, her help comes at a price

a/n: I've only forgotten to post this for about what? five months now /hj anyway sorry! lolol

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As long as humanity has existed, so has the string of fate. As long as the string of fate has existed, so has a sorcerer capable of manipulating it.

In the air is the smell of decay, and a damp cold that seems to sink directly to her bones. The woman—nearing fifty, face roadmapped with scars and wrinkles—fixes her pack higher upon her shoulders, and begins her march up the steep path. As each wooden gate passes, she draws closer to a temple.

It was beautiful. At least at one point in time. Over the course of a century, the temple has fallen into disrepair. Animal bones lay bleached and brittle from the sun, stone steps crumbling under the slightest touch. There's signs warning travelers to stay away—talismans littered about. Some hung on trees, others litter the ground. Some are so old that they turn to dust under foot.

That's when a man—he can't be older than forty, but time has not been kind to him—ducks out of the shrine, and greets the sorcerer. His kimono is in tatters. He radiates fear; from his glossy eyes, to the slight tremble in his hands. He stops upon seeing her.

“I’m here seeking Ryoumen Sukuna.” She says. “I’ve brought an offering.” The contents of the bottle slosh as she holds it up. Sake. From the thick, wax seal, to the label on the bottle—it all appears expensive.

His eyes linger on her hands for a moment longer than she should. An unnoticeable action to most, but she picks up on it. Without another word, he motions her through.

In stark contrast to the exterior, the inside of the temple is well kept. Incense is lit. So are candles, which illuminate the short path. The room holds a damp cold that seems to seep right into her bones.

She doesn't hear the man enter, but she senses another soul behind her. She refuses to turn her head to the disturbance. Maybe it’s out of fear. A fear so primal she doesn't recognize it at first. A fear left behind from before humans moved into villages, and then cities. But something is preventing her from turning to look at him.

Without a word, she uncorks the bottle of sake, and takes a swig. The alcohol does little to settle her nerves.

“You walk down the center of my temple’s path like you’re its mistress,” Sukuna says, circling around her, “you tamper with my offerings, and you disrespect me directly,

“Are you not afraid? I could kill you right here…” 

He runs a clawed finger along the underside of her chin. The sorcerer tilts her chin upwards, moving with his touch.

“Girls have the most tender cuts of meat.” Sukuna says. “Men? Their meat is too tough; women have an extra layer of fat that makes them cook down better.”

The sorcerer wants to scowl. Girl? she wants to spit, I haven't been around for fifty years to be referred to as a child.

“Maybe thirty years ago that would be the case,” she says, a tone of annoyance audible in her voice, “but I’m too old, and I’ve spent too many years smoking for my meat to be tender,

“Killing me would do you no good.” She says. “I’ll be reborn into another body. You would have maybe twenty years of peace before I come back,

“And I will be back,

“But you… you don't have that luck.” The tattoo on her chin twitches as she smirks. “When you’re gone, that’s it.”

A look resembling annoyance crosses his face. “I won't die.” He says. “Even in the golden age of sorcery, you humans couldn't defeat me.”

“You say that,” the sorcerer continues, “yet I don't believe you,

“But I didn't travel all this way to argue with you. I want your help. I would not bring such a request to you without something to offer in return.”

The look on his face turns from thinly veiled amusement, to something unreadable. When she offers the bottle to him, he takes it, holding it to his lips. It appears comically small in his hands, his palm able to wrap nearly twice around it.

“Speak, then.” He says.

“I wish to free humanity of this curse that my ancestors placed upon them.”

“And in return?”

…

Ryoumen Sukuna would meet the Soulmate Sorcerer once again that following winter. Just months prior, a war had raged in the region to the south. He never witnessed it personally, but he saw it in the way smoke lingered along the horizon. Occasionally, refugees would find themselves lost in these woods, unaware of how the locals avoid it. Much like those refugees, she would find herself injured atop the steps of his temple.

Sukuna isn't quite certain why he didn't leave her to bleed out. Perhaps it was their conversation from months prior. Perhaps, deep down, he has a shred of honor left. It's not a significant one. Ryoumen Sukuna is not a man of honor. And yet, the Soulmate Sorcerer would wake up hours later, with her wounds dressed.

She thinks, at first, that she must be dead. This temple—once abandoned—has a strange luster. The smoke in the air obscures the ceiling, the walls flickering with the light of a fire. If this is the afterlife—she thinks—then it’s a disappointing one. 

Slowly, enough feeling has returned to her hand for her to bring it to her side. The wound—product of a thrown spearhead—feels as if it’s been filled with hot wax. Scratchy, yellowed bandages have been secured around the wound. It's crude handiwork. Someone actually trained in healing could do better. Though the sorcerer doesn't find too much to complain about, seeing as she’s still alive.

In the low light of the room, she slowly gains her bearings. At her feet sits a shrine, ripe with offerings. To her left, a blanket, of which she’s kicked off herself while asleep. The pile of hay and furs she lays atop can hardly be considered a bed, but it’s warmer than the ground.

He sits, eyes fixed on her from within the darkness. Her heart beats faster—fueled by a sudden rush of adrenaline. The feeling of being prey; one not entirely foreign to the human psyche. 

“What?” She asks, the slightest ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re not gonna eat me? I'm already halfway there. Just needs a little seasoning.”

“I did not give you permission to die.” He says.

…

Spring rears its head with a vengeance. Violent rains batter the temple, and surrounding woods. The ground is soft from all the water.

Sukuna would come to learn that the soulmate sorcerer is a child of winter, born on a bleak January day. He could have guessed that, he thinks. She seems to tolerate the bitter cold, the snow, and the distant warmth of summer. A child born under a black sun, regarded as unlucky by every caretaker and adult in her life. A sorcerer; a powerful one. The only sorcerer capable of challenging fate itself.

“What could make a human choose this life?” Sukuna asks, one day by the riverbank, “to live among cursed spirits as a human…”

The sorcerer shrugs, turning her attention back to her fishing rod. The morning has proved fruitless. All she has to show for her time is a broken line, and wet boots.

“I believe it’s a side effect of my cursed technique.” She says, following a brief moment of silence. “I am one of the few humans born without a string of fate.

“To you, that may not seem significant. What good is a soulmate to you? But to my people, that was a sign of bad luck,

“I was the scapegoat. The black sheep. They viewed me as a bad omen from the moment I was born,

“For a while, I was betrothed to a man from a neighboring village. He suffered from the same misfortune as me. Our families thought they could fix our ‘curse’ by marrying us, but…”

Sukuna seems to understand what she wishes to say before she does so. “How’d he die?” He asks.

“Pneumonia.” She says. “He fell sick one day and never recovered. And honestly? I felt relieved after he died,

“I spent so many nights awake wishing he would simply disappear and when that day came I finally felt free. Because I do not wish to be seen as a broken half! I wish to be seen as my own person! Why aren't humans allowed to exist free of soulmates?!”

Is love not the root of all curses, she thinks.

So this it is. She thinks that’s the way her ancestors were cursed to live: to wander aimlessly. It's not such a bad life, she thinks. There's plenty of tales to tell, plenty of drinks to be had, or warm fires to sit by. She exists—she thinks—to experience these things; and she finds comfort in that lack of direction.

“What about you?” She asks. “Weren't you human at one point?”

“I was,” he says, “at one point. And if you expect me to lament to you about how I miss it, you’re mistaken,

“There are things that were better while I was human. Alcohol. Sex. But if I were given the chance to go back—to do this all over again—I would not. I do not miss humanity.”

He watches as her lips press into a thin line. Perhaps she expected more from his answer. Maybe a shred of regret. Or the slightest semblance of humanity deep down. But Ryoumen Sukuna, King of Curses, holds few regrets.

The following morning, the Soulmate Sorcerer would leave on a hunting trip. She would not return that evening.

And when a week later, the King of Curses finds the head of his guest on a pike, captured by the local villagers, he would not regret razing it to the ground.

He did not give her permission to die.

…

James isn't quite sure how long he’s been asleep, but the dryness in his throat signals some time has passed. For the past few hours, the sorcerer has been drifting in and out of consciousness. He pretends to sleep through all of it, so as to avoid talking to new people. Such a ruse can only be held up for so long.

They haven't tried to kill him yet. James considers himself lucky in that regard.

Conversation takes on a low, sleepy nature. The voices—some familiar, and some not—sound low, and distant. Only the occasional word is discernible. It all sounds like nonsense to James anyway.

The ache in his hand turns from dull, to near unbearable in a matter of minutes. He flexes his remaining digits. It feels like his missing fingers are being compressed beneath the bandages, aching to be free. It feels as if his hand is in a painfully right fist. James knows logically that nothing is there. 

It takes James a moment to register the sight before him: a hotel room. An expensive one, if he had to guess. Were the circumstances any different, he couldn't imagine staying in such a place. 

“Did you sleep well?”

The question isn’t directed at him, but it’s what finally pulls him from sleep. It's a woman's voice. One he's heard before, but can't place where. James must lay there for several minutes, unable to shut his mind off, before he stirs. 

“You're awake,” Angel says. She wipes her palms on the front of her pants, before getting up from her seat.

Fatigue has set in—a byproduct of blood loss. He sits up, his gaze tiredly meeting hers. Something is strange about the sorcerer standing before him. Though her face is that of a human—a sorcerer—two sets of eyes stare back at him.

“You're an angel…” James slurs, almost sounding drunk. The moment he processes his own words, he sits up, quickly correcting himself. “You must be Angel—I can sense your second soul.”

A mouth appears from the flesh of the woman's cheek. “It's rude to interrogate a young lady, Matchmaker,” it says. 

Such an accent is difficult for the sorcerer to place. It sounds like a grandmother. Old. James has no recollection of ever meeting Angel, but his body betrays him. There's a strange feeling of familiarity as it speaks.

“You were going by Gloria the last time we met,” it—not ‘it’, she—says, “I take it that's changed.”

“A little,” James says.

His front pocket is bulky with something: a pack of cigarettes, and a book of matches. He has the filter of one between his lips before he realizes what he's doing. The hum of the fluorescent lights overhead seems to become more audible.

“You must be hungry,” Hana says, “here.” 

The grocery bag crinkles as she reaches into it, retrieving something, and tossing it to him. The package lands square in his lap. It's some kind of ice cream bar: melon flavored. He tears the top off, sinking his teeth into it. 

James knows he should eat—his body is signaling that he needs to—but he can barely stomach it. There should be a sense of fulfillment that follows the action, but he feels none. The food seems to turn to ash in his mouth. 

“If it's not too personal, I must ask: why enter the game?” Hana asks. “You're not a reincarnated sorcerer, you weren't forced to become a player. What reason do you have for being here?”

James shrugs. “Because I have an idea on how to take down Kenjaku.”

That seems to catch the other's attention. They pause their conversations, only to turn to him.

“By opening the prison realm?” Itadori asks.

“Sort of. In order to free Gojo, we need to get Kenjaku in here,” James says. “Geto's soul is still in there. When the two are present, the string of fate is complete, and they should be able to leave together.

“So we're going to use Gojo as bait,

“The problem lies in getting Kenjaku into the game in the first place—and even then, we risk him entering the wrong barrier. But I have a plan for that,

“I have reason to believe that once all the players in a barrier are dead, or have moved on, that barrier becomes inactive.” He says. “The final showdown—so to speak—will happen when all remaining players are confined to the same, final barrier,

“The game only ends when all participants are dead, or everyone refuses to participate, and dies… so by that logic, what happens to the final guy?

“I think that's when Kenjaku steps in to absorb all the residuals,

“And I have another theory: Kenjaku will be the one to deliver the final blow. Or at the very least, he'll be present for the deaths of the final few players,

“Granted, I don't have any proof for this, but I'm figuring the number nineteen has something to do with it. Once the number of remaining players drops to that, Kenjaku will enter the game.”

For whatever reason, a significance is placed on that number in this game. Of course, the sorcerer has no way of proving this until he tries it.

“Back in Shibuya, I briefly witnessed Geto take back his own body when in the presence of his soulmate.” James says. “If we can replicate that—for even just a minute—they can use the rule I put into place to escape.”

Megumi opens his mouth to speak. “But, if Kenjaku is still present within Geto's body-”

“The barrier will take care of that.” He says, sounding just certain enough to convince himself.

“Could that work for Itadori and Sukuna then?” Megumi asks.

“Maybe.” James says. “But Itadori’s and Geto’s situations are a bit… different. Sukuna has learned to coexist with Itadori—so to speak. Meanwhile, Geto and Kenjaku’s relationship is more like parasite and host. While one is considered a complete being, the other is viewed as an intruder.”

Trying to separate the two—especially now—could prove fatal.

A crease forms in the space between Megumi’s eyebrows. He runs his palms along the front of his pants. Through his plain expression, small cracks of emotion show through. It's only now that James notices how tired the student looks. 

Hana stands, hands smoothing out the front of her sweater. “I don't mean to interrupt,” she says, “but look at the number of people who just entered the colony.”

With the wave of her hand, her Kogane appears. The number on its scroll quickly turns from 23 to well over 800.

“I will help you,” Hana says, “if you help me defeat 'The Fallen.'”

#blood ties #choso x reader #jjk x reader #ehhh i forget how to tag

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A Ghost

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Ben wants this to stop happening. Warnings: Vague sexual content, getting walked in on, and canon-typical trauma Word Count: 729 Ship(s): Klaus Hargreevs/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: Someone asked me for a continuation of the previous piece that I wrote with this AU where Ben got annoyed with the two so I wrote it! It's not long and this hasn't been read through at all but I hope that you enjoy it anyway. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Ben loved his siblings. 

That much was unquestionable. Someone that didn’t love his siblings wouldn’t follow one of them around for almost thirteen years trying to keep them out of trouble and alive. Someone that loved his siblings wouldn’t continue to keep up a lie that kept both of them safe in a world that was constantly threatening to kill them. Someone that loved his siblings wouldn’t refuse to pass into the afterlife just to make sure that they all got reunited again and got to live the rest of their lives as a happy family.

With all of that being said, Ben was also starting to get a little bit annoyed with the behavior of two of his siblings.

He had traveled back in time with the rest of them, landing with Viktor and Klaus in the sixties. He had followed after them and even helped Klaus perform the tricks that they needed so that they could keep their status and money. It helped them squirrel themself and Viktor away from prying eyes that would want to hurt them for being queer and trans. Ben had followed the two of them through countless states and into a couple of different countries to make sure that he could help them when they needed it. He had been there to talk to Viktor and help him figure out some of the bigger aspects. He had been there so that Viktor had someone to spar with, someone that wasn’t going to get hurt while the living superpowered man tried to figure out how to control his powers.

He wanted to be there for them, he loved them so much that his non-beating heart ached in his chest like nothing else. He loved being able to watch Klaus get sober for the first time in their life, now thriving and happy. He loved watching Viktor blossom into a real person now that he was off of the medication he had been drugged with his entire life, growing and blossoming into who he was today.

The only thing that he could ask for, the only other thing that he wanted with his afterlife, was to avoid walking in on his siblings. He didn’t care that they were more in love than he had ever seen two people be in love, but he was sick of it.

He had been walking through the halls of the mansion that they were staying in, his eyes flitting through the rooms as he searched for Jill. When he was unable to find her, assuming that she had gone to the nearby town with some of the other cult members, he decided that he was going to seek out the companionship of his brother or sibling.

Ben should have known better than that by now. He should have known that he was going to run into something that he didn’t want to see given how open Klaus had made sure the cult was about sex. He should have known that Viktor and Klaus did it wherever and whenever they wanted without much fear of being caught. All of the cult members avoided Viktor, especially when he was spending intimate time with Klaus.

Despite it all, despite how much he knew he should have been cautious, he still wasn’t. He had stepped directly through the closed door and into the master sweet where Klaus and Viktor spent most of their time and then let out a shout of frustration.

They were laying in the middle of the huge master bed, completely unclothed. Based on the squelching noises, Klaus was buried deep inside of Viktor, though Ben hadn’t stared long enough to know that for sure. He didn’t want to be seeing this and he certainly didn’t want more details about his sibling’s sex life seared into his brian. 

The couple of the bed startled apart at the sudden noise before Klaus cracked a smile and began laughing. There was a small smack, which Ben knew was Viktor slapping Klaus on the shoulder. “Sorry, Ben,” Viktor said, compassionate despite not being able to really see his brother. 

“Tell Vik I said it’s fine after the two of you are done,” Ben instructed as he quickly left the room. He just wanted one day where he could avoid that happening, but it looked like he was never going to get that.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #tua #the umbrella academy #tua fanfiction #the umbrella academy fanfiction #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #vlaus #viktor x klaus #klaus x viktor #vlaus fanfiction

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Reading update

Once again Cat Sebastian took characters I actively disliked/didn't care about from a previous novel and made me love them. This one was lovely and the twist totally took me by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. A+ Cat Sebastian please write more books (I have totally already preordered her next book).

Who would think a book about living through the AIDS epidemic in NYC in the 80s would be as funny as this book is? It will also tear your heart out and stomp on it. Highly recommended. This was a 5 star read. Also takes place partly in Minneapolis (and is by a Minnesotan author) so it gets bonus stars for that.

Another delightful entry into Roan Parrish's Garnet Run series. This one was the most lighthearted. My only problem with this series is that I kind of don't want the old characters showing up as much as they do. I never like them as much when they're just side characters.

Neal Stephenson...you might want to consider taking a break from writing. Parts 1 and 2 were pretty good - typical Stephenson, though I wouldn't say he's at his best in this one. The science is super interesting (I have no idea if it's realistic) and it's an interesting doomsday scenario. Part 3, on the other hand, was unnecessary and simplistic (Cold War in space! Noble Savage! White Savior!). It was such poor payoff for the first 2/3 of the book that I repeatedly wished he hadn't bothered at all—and that I hadn't bothered reading the book.

Also it was almost 900 pages long.

I didn't LOVE love the first book in this series, but you know, it was good enough for me to pick up the sequel. I was actually enjoying this one more, but it fell apart for me during The Break Up. One of the main characters is basically allowed to get away with his bullshit because...I don't know, he's just Like That. It irritated me.

Despite the printing error, I was able to read this book. I love this series and am sad it's over. If you want a good space opera with a friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, I highly recommend this one. It's also Very Gay! Plus great female characters.

This is a queer military series so if that's not your thing, you won't like this book haha. So far it's followed two guys serving on a submarine. It's pretty typical Annabeth Albert, and tbh the military stuff is pretty secondary (and in this one there is 0 time spent on a sub). This one has a single dad as the love interest, and while I'm always pretty eh about romances involving children, Albert does it pretty well.

Man was this one heavier than I thought it was going to be. Milo and Marcus both come from very conservative families and meet at Bible camp, where they room together and fall for each other, though neither of them acts on it. Milo decides he's going to tell Marcus how he feels, only for Marcus to disappear from camp. Three years later...Marcus moves to Daytona Beach and starts at Milo's high school! There is a lot of internalized homophobia in this one and a lot of Milo struggling with what he's been taught in church and by his parents, and at times it got hard to read. It was really good, though.

This is one that I kept almost buying because it's pretty, but then I'd read the summary (again) and think, eh. I ended up picking up a used copy at my local indie bookstore, and...eh. Definitely not a bad book. I loved the world, and I really like Lexos. Rhea was...not great. I realized after reading this that I really don't care for the current popular trope of the Unhinged Woman Who Doesn't Know What She Stands For. Like, she's got this thing that's ostensibly driving her, but that thing gets taken away, and now she's empty. I don't know that I've ever seen it pulled off in a way where I didn't go at the end, "Oh, so she actually was just a super flat character all along?" I was trying to think of examples of male characters who fit this trope. I'm sure they're out there but I couldn't think of any. Anyway, I'll probably read the sequel, because the world really was cool, and Lexos is poor little meow meow material (spent his whole life trying to earn his father's love and respect, never could).

Oh man this book was great. The first one had some horror elements, but this one was straight up horror for large portions of the book. Like, action-horror—think Army of Darkness. I love all the characters so much. The bond between Rune and Brand is *chef's kiss*. Male friendship done beautifully.

KJ Charles is like Cat Sebastian in that no one does historical romance like she does. I confirmed once more that I love the interwar period, especially when one of the mains is a Wounded Veteran of WWI. This book actually reminded me of Cat Sebastian's Hither, Page (which is post WWII) which I love, so I was pretty primed to also love this. I'd love to see the further adventures of Archie and Daniel, but considering it was written in 2015, I'm not sure that's going to happen.

I liked this book, but also the dialogue got very annoying at times. Is this how The Kids talk these days? Also rolled my eyes hard at the section devoted to the author getting up on his soapbox to share how he feels Call Me By Your Name is really problematic. But overall I enjoyed it, and the bi rep was top tier, as was the yearning.

Okay so while I enjoyed this book well enough, it would have been half the length if Pons had cut out all of the 'I've never felt so connected to another person in my life' paragraphs. I swear, the main character was constantly connecting with his boyfriend in a way he never had with anyone else ever. The book was very much about Will, but there was some heavy stuff introduced about Graham that I didn't think was really given the due it deserved. But it was a sweet love story, and a story about healing. Also I didn't see the twist coming.

So coincidentally, Call Me By Your Name was right there in my TBR pile as I was reading This is Why They Hate Us. I liked it a lot, though the weird racist interlude really threw me and I can't figure out what the metaphor was or what Acimen was trying to say.

Fam, I am finally reading Dark Rise. It is not gay yet, but I'm only up to page 100. I really didn't know what it was about and only picked it up because Pacat wrote it, so the plot has surprised me so far. Very different from Captive Prince.

#cs pacat #dark rise #cat sebastian #the ruin of a rake #after francesco #brian malloy #the rivals of casper road #roan parrish #seveneves #neal stephenson #american fairytale #adriana herrera #vows of empire #emily skrutskie #sink or swim #annabeth albert #milo and marcus at the end of the world #kevin christopher snipes #in a garden burning gold #rory power #the hanged man #kd edwards #think of england #kj charles #this is why they hate us #aaron h aceves #you & i rewritten #chip pons #call me by your name #andre aciman

[muxtique]

Goodnight Tea & Kisses

Title: Goodnight Tea & Kisses.

Ship: Kate Bishop × Yelena Belova.

Themes: Cuteness, Domestic, Fluff, Octoberish.

Triggers: None!

Synopsis: Kate is up late one night, trying to pin Kingpin's whereabouts, when Yelena comes up from behind with a cup of tea, kisses on the head, and whispers of Good Night's.

Notes: My first fanfiction!! Obviously, it's a bit of a cheese-fest but I needed something to lift my spirits. I doubt I've voiced for them well, but I've never written an actual short story so give me a break. ���� I would love some scenario/theme requests, I've been clueless as what to write lately. (I got this prompt from a random generator, credits to the Tumblr they archived it from!!)

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Kate's head hurt.

No, it was pounding. Her senses felt fried, tired eyes battling off sleep as cold autumn air circulated the room. It was three AM, and still no trace of Kingpin.

A hearty year has passed since Wilson Fisk was hauled off to jail with a grimace on his face and the mutterings of revenge. It had also been a full year since Kate watched her mother, Eleanor Bishop, gradually disappear in the backseat of a cop car. Last year's Christmas had been very...jolly to say the least.

And now it was October. And, as you can imagine, a lot of things have changed since then. For one, Jack Duquesne took charge of Bishop Security, when it became apparent Kate wasn't scurrying for the throne. She also spent every other weekend with the lonely bachelor (maybe out of pity for the previous events or shame from her past behavior) and came to actually enjoy the odd-ball's company. On the occasion, they would fence and the other times play Blackjack or Gin-rummy with a couple drinks shared between.

Also adapting the title (and alias) of Hawkeye, Clint would make the drive to the heart of the metropolis city. But...typically Kate was forced to take the train out to the suburbs. They would practice; with Clints mentoring and Kate's enthusiasm. They (as in "she") still testing the waters of a possible catchphrase. The only decent retort being, "The people who tolerate you on a daily basis are the real heroes." Which, by Clints definition was too wordy and definitely stolen from a pro wrestler.

But the most significant of all these things, nevermind Clint, Jack or even her new apartment – was who she got to share it with. Yelena Belova.

After their rather fruitless fight, after Clint managed to somewhat subside the ache in Yelena's heart, Kate received a notification a day later. When her apartment was still wafting in residue of fumes; when soot and flames forever tarnished her furniture. They had kept in touch ever since.

Ever since Kate migrated to a new apartment above a pharmacy called Little House. Ever since Kate got home from a day of training and smelled Mac & Cheese.

Ever since.

Clusters of leaves fluttered past the window, overlooking the vivid streets of New York. The only light illuminating the parlor besides Kate's own, pouring over newspapers and tabloids of New Yorks infamous Kingpin and his escape. It left the archers blood boiling; seeing how hard of a bastard he was to capture before. Couldn't she have at least one holiday to herself?

"Isn't it a little late to be Hawkeye?"

A toasty arm snaked it's way under the cloth of her shirt, pressing warmly against the flat of her stomach. The other mystery arm outstretched and presented; a mug of steam to mist her face. Kate smiled.

Sleepytime Tea. Chamomile flavour. Kate could practically smell the gentle notes of apple and honey-like sweetness. She despised the typical mints and flowers (who would even want to drink a flower anyway?) unlike Yelena; who cherished those flavours and thought sweeteners were childish. (Although she continued to purchase chamomile after Kate commented her liking of it.)

"Never too late."

Kate relished the moment. Accepting the mug just for the warmness to spread to her palms, eyes briefly closing. The weight of the woman's head resting between her shoulder blades, a comforting silence blanketing them both. A sigh fled her lips.

"Well, maybe Superheros should have bedtimes too."

"Hey–"

Kate broke their faceless embrace in favor of turning around. It was one of those rare times when Kate got to see Yelena with her hair down; blonde hair cascading in gentle curls. Through Kate was unsure if that was natural or just from being put up all the time. Either way, she was mesmerizing. She took preference of Kate's shirts over anything else, being they were slightly baggy on Yelena it automatically became her sleepwear. It wasn't surprising to see litters of shopping bags where Yelena had gone shopping; the woman loved two, maybe three things in this world. Kate, vests, and shopping. Especially shopping for Kate (knowing well, it would be for herself also.)

"I thought you were asleep?"

Kate would finish, stealing a sip from her (of course) purple themed mug with the word 'sharpshooter!' bending across. Yelena shrugged.

"Hard to sleep when you get use to snoring."

Yelena smiled and that swarm of butterflies came swarming. It made her nervous; made her utterly and terribly stutter-ish, even if they have been going steady for months now. It still felt all new with Yelena, made that arrogance walk right out the front door. She grinned.

"Okay, first off I do not snore. That's probably Fanny."

"Dogs can't snore!"

"Sure they can."

"Why don't you prove it then and come on to bed?"

"Is that your seduction line?"

Kate was beating around the bush. But also – you could never be too sure. Yelena was an aggressive flirt and sometimes–

No.

She was definitely beating around the bush.

Kate sighed. She probably looked disastrous if Yelena was this passionate on sleep. Guiding her girlfriend into her arms, her free hand laced around her waist. She could see the visible disappointment, though she tried to mask it.

Onto her tiptoes, Yelena pressed a kiss into her girlfriends temple, squeezing her arm in a means of encouragement. Without any evidence, Kate was without any sleep. She wouldn't give in. Something she hated – yet loved about her. Kate took this as an opportunity to sweeten her; catching her lips with hers as her tongue delve it's way eagerly threw.

"Maybe that line did work on me."

For when she pulled back, a pink faced Yelena stared back.

"Stubborn."

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The breakage of dusk gave leeway to dawn.

As clouds began to stir and the city braced for a new day, Yelena found herself sluggishly hauling herself to the kitchen. It was daily routine to make strong coffee; with no childish sweeteners or sugars. Nothing but pure (except the times when she would lace Rum or Vodka, in which she was told was a very Russian thing to do.)

Kate never went to bed that night. Yelena told herself she'd give her the silent treatment if she had too – maybe even purposely guilt trip the archer. But that moment never came. Instead of finding a groggy, discombobulated woman she found a passed out, snoring archer. Yelena had to bite down a smile.

The dogs – Fanny and Lucky swam around her feet, anticipating their breakfast and inpatient for it. She stalled it, in the meantime.

The tea was downed, nothing but precipitation left to greet her. Kate was stretched on the couch, long limbs half dangling off and looking quite...well, comfortable wouldn't be the right term. Drool streaked her snoring lips while Yelena went to snap a picture for playful blackmail later. That's when she got the news.

New York City's Kingpin, Wilson Fisk, found and captured! Sentenced another fifteen years for jailbreak!

"I think this calls for a celebration."

Yelena whispered, the brightness of the phone awaking Kate. She blinked, tiredness very vivid on blue eyes.

"Yeah, sleep."

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[princehrry-writings]

Legal Guardian

ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.

warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying

wordcount: 2481

harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella

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Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…

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It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.

The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.

Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.

Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.

A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”

Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.

“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.

“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.

From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.

“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.

“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.

“I will call security, sir!”

“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.

“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.

“She’ll be fine-”

“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.

How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.

“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.

Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.

“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.

“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.

“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”

“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”

The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.

“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.

“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”

“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.

“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.

“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.

“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.

“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.

“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …

“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.

“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.

Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.

“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”

“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.

“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.

“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.

“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.

“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”

The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”

All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.

“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.

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“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”

“Thank you so much Ben!”

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“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah mommy?”

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.

“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.

“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.

“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”

“That’s right baby, very good!”

“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.

“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.

“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.

“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.

“Do you want him to be?”

Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.

The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.

“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.

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