#like please this isn’t your heart. you just need a nap girl

[adhdandcomics]

wait something is just now clicking. if my delayed sleep disorder makes me naturally wake up around 11:30 (being generous here) and i am scheduled to work at 8:30, and the average US adult wakes up at 7:30, that is the equivalent of asking a normal-sleeping adult to come in at 4:30am. which is BATSHIT! no fucking wonder i feel like garbage !!!

#anyway having a normal one #—> guy trying to convince himself to not feel bad about his awful insomnia #or whatever’s wrong idk #text #delayed sleep phase disorder #sleep disorder #at least i think that’s what i have who knows it could be a cocktail #local man who gets 2 really bad sleep nights contemplates destroying his life #like please this isn’t your heart. you just need a nap girl

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Come Back, Be Here (part 3)

Sirius Black x fem!reader - First Wizarding War Order of the Phoenix - 7.2k words

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

⚠️ CW: mentions of past abuse/torture, mentions of past sexual assault, amnesia, angst, hurt/comfort, use of Y/N, swearing, some fluff and comedic relief, padfoot's perspective. This one may feel a little heavier to some viewers - I tried to balance it out with light-hearted banter and fluff but please be mindful of the warnings before reading.

Synopsis: After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. How does your return to the Order of the Phoenix play out? (concept inspired by Recognition by aeaean__bliss on ao3)

Padfoot drifted back into consciousness from the end of the bed where he had migrated at some point in order to have a view of the door. His ears flicked but he didn’t bother opening his eyes as he listened to the room around him, after a while he relaxed back into the bed.

Again, he was roused by the sound of a whimper. With a doggy whine, he lifted his head and looked at his Y/N, asleep on your side of the bed. Your face was all scrunched up and you were breathing heavy as if you were running. Padfoot didn’t always know a lot of things, but he knew people didn’t run in bed.

He slowly crept a little closer and placed his front paws on your feet and rested his head against it, hoping the added weight would provide his girl a sense of security. His efforts were in vein though as you let out another cry. Padfoot got up and crawled to the head of the bed, and by the time he reached your head, Padfoot had changed back to Sirius.

“Alright, that’s enough of that, beautiful.” He whispered as he pulled your arms out from your body and wrapped them around himself before pulling the rest of you into his chest. “You’re alright, love. It’s just a dream.” He murmured into your hair, tracing shapes with his arm that wasn't underneath you across your back.

You let out a shuddering breath before relaxing into his embrace.

Sirius doesn’t know how long he laid there holding you in his arms as you rested, but he did know that he would happily sell his soul to spend the rest of his life like this.

Apparently, it wouldn’t cost him his soul if he wanted to stay with you in bed for the rest of eternity, but he may need to make some decisions regarding his best friends.

The door opened so painfully slowly that Sirius accio’d his wand into his hand, sure as all get out that someone had snuck into the house. A lifetime later, the messiest head of black hair poked into the room, and as James spotted the two forms curled up in the bed, the most shit-eating grin Sirius ever had the (dis)pleasure of witnessing spread across his face.

“Are you seriously cuddling in my house without me?” James asked, and that was all the warning he got. Before Sirius could reply, James was in bed on the opposite side of Sirius spooning him from behind.

“Prongs you wanker, get out.” Sirius whisper-shouted.

“Not a chance, babe.” Was all the response he got as James smacked a wet kiss on Sirius’ cheek.

Their arguing was interrupted by a gasp from the door where they saw Lily looking at the bed incredulously.

“A cuddle puddle without me?!” She commented before she too joined the bed. Lily crawled up and laid between you and Sirius, her head resting on your stomach; your eyes began to flutter at the intrusion of your nap. Sirius brushed the space between your brows with his thumb which caused you to crack one eye open.

“Good morning beautiful.” He winked at you, which was met with a scoff from James.

“‘Morning’ he says. Like it isn’t almost dinner time. You guys were about to miss the meeting.”

“James, must you ruin everything?” Lily asked, nuzzling further into you as you began to play with her hair.

“Yes. That’s his middle name. James Must-Ruin-Everything Potter.” Sirius muttered.

“Please, this cuddle puddle wouldn’t be happening at all had I not shown up.” He argued.

“Exactly.” Sirius countered.

A baby’s squeal could be heard from the door and when four adults looked, they were met with the sight of Remus standing with Harry on his hip looking at the four adults in bed with a look of ill-hidden humour.

“Well, Haz,” he started, “I think we found where everyone got to.”

Harry squealed again and held his arms open which Lily reciprocated. Remus walked across the room and to everyone’s chagrin gave Lily her child before joining the 'cuddle puddle' by laying his long ass body across the bunch of them.

“There are far too many people in this bed right now.” You said as the infant pulled at your hair.

“We’ve had fuller beds here, sugar.” James corrected salaciously.  “Remember when we would push the four beds together in our dorm after adding extension charms to them and then all eight of us would have a slumber party?”

The room became deathly quiet then; the pain of losing so many of their little tribe still so fresh for the young adults.

“No, actually.” You admitted, which caused Sirius to bark a (somewhat nervous) laugh.

“Okay, that’s it. Out.” He said and gave James a good kick which launched him off the bed and caused Remus to roll off of everyone else onto the foot of the bed.

“We’re gonna be the last ones at the meeting.” Remus said as he helped James up off the floor.

Remus had met the others at the Potter’s cottage in Godric’s Hollow, and he felt giddy. Usually, he only felt this way close to a ‘manic moon’ as he and his friend’s wont to call it. Moon sickness could go either way; he could be pained and moody and stressed, or he could feel like he was high and had all the energy in the world. The next full was still two weeks away, but he felt as close to happy and flying on cloud nine as any 21-year-old werewolf-soldier could possibly manage in the middle of a war where many of his friends had lost their lives. He had a member of his pack back from the dead, and Wormy was going to meet them at the Weasley’s after being caught up with his missions and work in the ministry. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs – his Marauders – and their Vixen would be together again. So yeah, Remus was happy.

“My, my, Moony.” Sirius smirked as he stepped out onto the porch, “I’ve never seen you so excited for an Order meeting.”

Remus scoffed. “Well excuse me if I’m usually shipped off to some obscure wolf-pack for my missions and never get to go to them. Besides, Vix is back and that feels good.”

Sirius’ smirk turned into a gentle smile at the end of his sentence. “It does feel good.” He agreed.

The girls had gone up to pack Harry up for the trip to the Weasley’s safe house. Unbeknownst to Remus, babies came with a lot of things. They joined the two men at the front door, Lily with a diaper bag that was nearly the size of the baby itself, and you had the child on your hip as he continued to tug at your hair. The saint you are didn’t even flinch at a particularly vigorous tug of your locks.

“Oi, Haz. Watch the hair mate, come on.” Sirius said with a look of mock disapproval on his face. Harry just screeched and clapped his hands.

“He seems quite proud of himself. He has no shame that one.” You said.

“Much like his father.” Lily muttered as she passed the bag off to James. “Poor thing is a carbon copy of an idiot.”

“Oi, said idiot is standing right here.” James said indignantly.

“Potter, you’re not supposed to agree with the title, mate, come on.” You chuckled, and Remus’ heart soared. Sassy Vixen is making a comeback.

“Are we ready?” Remus asked and clapped his hands together but paused at the sight of a glance being exchanged between you, James, and Sirius.

“Not this again.” Sirius muttered as he took the toddler from your arms. Remus smiled at the sight of you; you were wearing your patched denim jacket that had been hanging on its place on the coat rack in his and Sirius’ flat since you hung it up last. He immediately spotted the enamel fox pin he had bought for you when the group of you visited a small muggle town near Windsor several summers ago.

James sighed, “It’s her call, Pads.”

Your face turned pensieve. “You don’t want to go?” Remus queried.

“I don’t know that I should.” You clarified.

“You should,” Sirius argued “because you’re an Order member.”

“Who has been imprisoned by Death Eaters for months and can’t remember her time as an Order member, Sirius.” James countered.

“That doesn’t negate the fact that she still belongs there.” He spat.

“They may not want me there, Sirius.” You offered quietly. Sirius immediately stopped his arguing and looked at you.

“You have every right to be there, Vix. I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“It’s true, he fought me the just this morning when I was skeptical.” James agreed readily.

“Yes, but now you know James. You understand. They won’t, not right away.” You countered.

Sirius sighed. “Love, please. I swear it’ll be alright, and if at any point you want to leave, we’re out of there, okay? But please, don’t not go because you’re worried about the others. They’re going to be just as happy to see you as we were, I’m sure.”

You searched his eyes for a few seconds before nodding.

“Not quite as happy as some of us were, I’m sure.” James snickered and elbowed Sirius, which was met with a hearty shove causing the man to fall off the porch.  

“Enough, you two. Merlin, it’s like I have three toddlers.” Lily muttered as the five adults and one infant set off to the ward line to apparate to the next safe house.

Remus took a deep breath of the ocean air as they made their way to the Weasley’s safe house. He had to admit, he got to travel an awful lot during this war. He was only sad he never got to enjoy it as much as he wished he could, knowing he’d not likely get another chance to see these places. But he watched as James threw his arm over Lily’s shoulders and caused her to laugh at some no doubt asinine comment he made, and Sirius bounced Harry on his hip as you cooed at him from the other side, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face.

He split off from the group as they entered the house, the rest of the Order already present. He said hello to Molly holding a very tiny red-headed baby and tried to ignore the squealing of the many other red-headed children whizzing past them in the kitchen. He gave Mary a tight side hug before he spotted Wormtail across the room talking to Mundungus Fletcher and beelined for him.

“Moony!” Peter shouted as he spotted his friend, and they enveloped each other in a warm hug.

“Petey, mate, you alright?” He asked as he clapped his friend on the back.

“Och, busy as hell but I’ve been alright. How about you?” He asked with a friendly smile.

“I’m good, I’m good. Mate, you’ll never believe it, Y/N’s back.” He said, and Peter froze in shock.

“What?” He whispered.

“Yeah, I know, she just showed up at the safe house this week, James found her. Sirius is the happiest I’ve seen him in ages, mate. Lily too.” Remus stated. He clapped Pete on the shoulder again and looked out the room to see if he could spot his friends. Doing so caused him to miss the way Peter visibly paled at the news.

He needn’t search long for his friends though, because before he knew it you were standing six feet away from he and Pete, who he had his arm around, with your wand pointed at Peter’s face.

“Whoa Vix, what’s going-” Sirius started, coming up behind you.

“I’m not going back; I won’t do it.” You stated plainly, eyes and wand never leaving Peters face.

“Going back where, love?” Sirius inquired, sharing a bemused look with Remus.

“I’ve been good Sirius. I’ve been honest. I don’t want to go back.” You shot again.

“Y/N, nothing is happening. You’re not going anywhere.” Lily stated.

“Then what is he doing here?” You shouted.

The room grew excruciatingly quiet, and Remus slowly peeled his arm away from his friend. Remus noticed that by now the Weasley children, the Longbottom’s son and Harry had all been ushered upstairs by Nymphadora Tonks, so they didn’t even have the kids to distract them from the tension in the room.

“Erm, what is who doing here?” Remus asked cautiously.

“Pettigrew.” You spat.

Remus looked to Sirius hoping to find some understanding on his face, but his friend met his look with equal shock.

“Y/N, I...” Peter started, “I thought you were dead.”

You let out a humourless laugh. “Why? Because Mulciber told you so?”

“What is going on?” Alastair Moody finally interrupted; your eyes never left Peter as you responded.

“What is Pettigrew doing here?” You asked again.

“Peter is our friend, Y/N. He’s been working at the Ministry so hasn’t been very active with the Order, but he’s been coming around more lately. We’ve been keeping him up to date with Order business.” James offered.

You seemed to pale at this information, your eyes widening in shock.

“Y/N, erm, why don’t you and I talk in the other room, catch up?” Peter offered, voice shaking. Remus noticed now that Peter had his wand drawn in his hand, pointing slightly up at you though kept it at waist level.

“Mr. Pettigrew, why don’t you put your wand down.” Dumbledore asked, watching his two former students.

Peter seemed to consider it for a moment, looking between his old headmaster and you. “Her first.” He stated.

Sirius turned to you, briefly making eye contact with Lily over your head before addressing the distressed witch in front of him.

“Vix, do you recognize Peter?” He asked carefully. He was answered with a curt nod.

Remus could hear Peter’s heartrate pick up., though he supposed having a wand pointed at your face could do that to a person.

“Y/N, why don’t we go talk?” Peter tried again. “Put your wand down, we can catch up.”

Your wand never faltered. “Show us your left forearm first.”

The room stayed silent. Sirius’ eyes bored into Peter’s, which were steadfast on you. Lily and James stayed perfectly still; bodies poised as if ready to run at any point.

“Miss. L/N?” McGonagall asked, and then all hell broke loose.

As Remus watched in what felt like slow motion, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds; a purple spell shot out of Peter’s wand, which you quickly deflected with your own before Peter’s short, stocky frame disappeared and a yellow rat was scurrying along the floor. Just as quickly, your body shrunk into a small red fox who began to chase the rat in earnest. Remus looked at Sirius and could see the actual moment that realization dawned on his friend’s face. It took exactly three and a half Mississippi's for Sirius to recognize that 1) Peter shot a curse at you 2) Peter transformed into his animagus 3) that Peter was trying to escape and 4) You were trying to stop him. As that information all clicked inside of his head, Sirius quickly transformed into Padfoot and began assisting you in Peter’s capture. Remus ran to the back sliding door whilst James ran to the front, ensuring Peter couldn’t reach those two exits. Moody ran to the fireplace whilst Lily ran to the bottom of the stairs so that Peter couldn’t reach the children upstairs. Padfoot and Vixen were heard growling and barking as they chased the fat rat who was squeaking frantically. Finally, after many chairs and side tables were overturned, Padfoot cornered the rat and Vixen shot in, grabbing it by the scruff and giving it a good shake as if telling it to stay.

The fox jumped onto the kitchen table, the rat struggling from its hold in her mouth. She bit down harder and gave it a shake which was met with an indignant cry from the rat.

“Enough.” Dumbledore stated calmly as he stood before the fox and the rat, his wand trained on the pair. “You can drop him now. He can’t go anywhere.”

The fox remained unmoving, its yellow eyes staring hard at the headmaster’s blue eyes while its chest heaved from the hunt. They stayed like that for what Remus counted to be 17 seconds before the fox slowly lowered the rat to the table and released its hold. The rat immediately went to flee, but Dumbledore was quicker. Suddenly, the rat became Peter once again and was incarcerated against one of the kitchen chairs, bound by invisible ropes. The fox jumped off the kitchen table and you stood back up from the floor beside Sirius, your wand once again pointed at Peter.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” James and Moody said at the same time.

You and Peter continued staring at one another, neither willing to utter the first word.

“Peter.” Sirius barked. Slowly, Peter moved his gaze from you to Sirius, and any worry he showed at the beginning of the meeting morphed into sheer panic as his eyes met a fuming Sirius.

“She’s insane mate, she’s obviously completely lost it.” He cried.

“You know, Mr. Pettigrew,” Dumbledore started, face impassive but eyes twinkling with subtle anger. “There have been rumours of a spy amongst us.”

Peter whimpered, “Yes! I know! Why do you think she’s here? Hm?” Peter exclaimed, motioning towards you.

“No son, I know it’s not her.” Dumbledore stated calmly.

“How could you possibly know that!?” The sod cried again.

“Because I have my own spies within Voldemort’s ranks.”

Anyone in the room could hear a pin drop. Sirius’ eyes widened and looked between his friends. Lily watched on from beside Remus, clutching his arm like a lifeline. Sirius was sure he could see steam coming out of James’ ears.

“Unfortunately,” Dumbledore continued as if he hadn’t dropped a huge bomb on the whole Order. “My spy has been on a dangerous mission for the past few months and hasn’t been able to be in contact with me. However, I heard from them approximately 37 hours ago.”

Sirius looked over at you whose eyes still hadn’t left Peter, whose face in turn was drained of all colour.

“I didn’t know exactly what they meant at the time, but they warned me to be aware of a rat amongst us. I see now that the warning was really quite clear.”

“Lift your sleeve, Peter.” Sirius demanded.

“Sirius, mate, please. I-”

“LIFT YOUR SLEEVE.” He bellowed. You flinched.

Sirius took an involuntary step closer to you in apology. He decided to shift his focus to you instead; knowing if he looked at Pete, he’d do something he may live to regret. Focus on her. Keep your eyes on her. He told himself.

“Peter, I swear to Godric if you do not lift your sleeve.” James seethed quietly before Remus ripped himself away from Lily and stalked over to Peter. Not at all gently, Remus ripped Peter’s arm from the invisible restraints holding him to the chair, which caused a pained whimper from Peter’s lips, and ripped his sleeve clean off his shirt. Clear as day, the dark mark was visible above Peter’s left wrist.

Stay focused on her. Don’t look away from her. Sirius chanted as he felt bile rise in his throat. She’s all that matters, stay focused on her.

Dumbledore reinstated the restraints on Peter as an explosion of demands were being made.

“How many safe houses has he outed?”

“Where will everyone go now?”

“Who has he gone on missions with?”

“How many of our people has he killed?”

“How many missions have failed because of him.”

“How could you!?” Was bellowed, and it came from Marlene.

“Marls, I-” Peter started tearfully.

“HOW COULD YOU!?” She screamed again.

“Peter. We-we’ve all been friends since 4th year. The Marauder’s since first. You and I, we...” James choked. “We grew up together I-I don’t understand”

“He killed them!” Remus shouted. This seemed to shock the room; some seemed fearful of what the werewolf might do when angry, others surprised by their kind-hearted friend’s outburst. But no one had to ask who Remus was referring to. “You fucking killed them!” He repeated.

“Caradoc...” Benjy muttered sadly.

“Gideon, Fabien.” Molly wheezed as she clutched at a pendant around her neck, Arthur pulling her into his side consolingly.

“If we hadn’t been at Sirius and Remus’ flat planning your funeral” Dorcas said, referring to you, “Marlene would have been home when her entire family was murdered.”

“Dedalus and Elphias.” Mundungus sighed.

“Emmeline.” Lily added.

“So, so many members of the Order have fallen.” Dumbledore agreed sagely. “Some because of Peter, some due simply to the nature of war.”

Peter stayed silent; eyes red-rimmed and lips pursed as if words threatened to spill out of his mouth if he didn’t clamp it tight enough.

“How long?” Sirius asked quietly, bringing all attention to him.

“What, son?” Dumbledore inquired.

“How long has he been the Death Eaters rat?” He clarified, refusing to even acknowledge Peter anymore.

Dumbledore watched Sirius inquisitively for a moment before he turned to face you.

“He first showed up at the Lestrange Manor shortly after the prophecy was announced, said he could help get You-Know-Who access.” You said quietly. Sirius noted how sickeningly pale you appeared suddenly.  

“My son, Peter!?” James asked, but it wasn’t a question.

“He didn’t know if it was the Potter child or the Longbottom child.” Dumbledore stated curtly.

“But he was willing to give up two infants! Infants he knew. YOU WERE THERE WHEN HARRY WAS BORN!” James screamed. “How could you fucking do this?!”

“It doesn’t matter, James.” You mumbled.

“What-” James stuttered. “What the hell are you on about?”

Sirius again immediately moved closer to you worried James’ ire would now be directed at you instead.

“Nothing he could possibly say right now would excuse what he’s done. No amount of reasoning or explaining or grovelling will help you understand why or how he could betray you all. You will never be able to understand what, why or how he did what he did because you’re not like him. You will never understand because you would never have made the same decision.” You explained. “You can ask him again, and you can make him explain until the cows come home, but it won’t make any sense and it won’t make you feel any better. And quite frankly, James,” You paused, finally removing your eyes and wand from Peter to face James and Lily, “whatever comes out of his mouth will be complete and utter bullshit anyway.”

Nobody said anything; there wasn’t anything to say really. You were right - of course you were – but it didn’t make anyone feel any better. James still itched to have Peter explain himself, as if rehashing every tiny thing that took place over the last ten plus years would help erase the symbol of hatred willingly burnt permanently onto his forearm. Remus wanted to hear Peter admit from his dirty fucking mouth just how he betrayed them all. Sirius wanted him dead. None of it would make them feel better.

“How do you even know all of this.” Peter spat, turning to look at you. Just as Sirius was about to smash his face in for even daring to look in your direction, you scoffed.

“I was good for more than your death eater buddies little games.” A sickening smirk graced your face as you regarded Peter. “I would have been dead a long fucking time ago if not.”

“But, but he- but” He stuttered. You cocked one eyebrow as you waited for him to finish. “But Mulciber, he-”

“Ah,” You interrupted, “but Mulciber wasn’t my only keeper, was he?”

Peter paled. “No.” he whispered, but he never got to continue before you stupefied him.

The Order sat in an incredibly uncomfortable silence. Most members stared at you, who in turn stared blankly at Dumbledore. Sirius watched you, hoping for any emotion to betray your face. He was left disappointed and turned to join you in watching his old headmaster.

“What the fuck?” James whispered.

Dumbledore hummed. “Indeed, my boy.”

“Was, was this the meaning of this meeting?” Mary asked.

“Partially, yes.” Dumbledore agreed. “I felt it imperative that you all know of our leak as soon as possible so we could make appropriate alternate arrangements.”

“Like where the fuck I’m supposed to move my family now.” Lily muttered.  

James rubbed a hand across his face. “This is awful, we’ve relocated so many times. I mean, Peter was going to be our secret keeper for fuck’s sake.”

“Mr. Black has access to a property already vacant and protected by the Fidelius charm.” Dumbledore offered.

“Absolutely not.” Sirius barked.

“It is the safest option available to us at this time, Son.” Dumbledore countered.

Sirius scoffed. “To me and James, perhaps. And maybe Harry, if you don’t consider what living in a dark, loveless, and evil pile of timber could do to a child." He paused to wave a dramatic hand in front of himself as if to say see? "But I am not bringing Y/N or Lily there with the amount of dark artifacts I know are littered about just waiting for a muggle-born to touch them. And that’s not to say what is waiting for our dear Moony there either.”

“I forgot you inherited that place.” Lily muttered quietly.

“Listen, the Order is running out of places to hide. The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black already has a Fidelius charm in place, and it is empty. Once the semester is over, McGonagall and I would be happy to assist in the cleanup, however, Moody has a curse breaker ready, and Andromeda and Ted Tonks have offered their assistance as well. I don’t believe you would be standing here today, James and Lily, if Peter had been able to give away your location, but I do not think this can wait. We should not take the chance.” Dumbledore stated severely.

No one seemed to have an argument for the plan, though Sirius despised everything about it and Remus, Lily and James all hated the idea of stepping foot into a space so recently filled with hate. James momentarily envied you – how sweet ignorance would be at the prospect of living in Grimmauld place for the foreseeable future.

“Now, onto our other matters.” Dumbledore said, turning to you. “Your contact within Voldemort’s army, they sent you with something?”

With a quick nod, you pulled out a small, beaded bag from your jacket pocket and enlarged it before turning it over above the table in front of Dumbledore and shaking out its contents.

In front of the old headmaster sat Ravenclaw’s lost found diadem, the Hufflepuff cup, a gaudy looking locket, a black leather bound journal, and a ring. Remus gagged and pulled the collar of his jumper over his mouth and nose.

“Oh my God, what is the smell?” He mumbled through his shirt.

“Smell?” Marlene asked.

James chuckled, “must be a wolf thing.”

“Yes, I’m sure dark magic smells quite awful to those with the ability to pick up traces of magic.” Dumbledore stated.

“What are they?” Remus asked, peering over the table cautiously as if any of the inanimate objects could launch itself at him at any given moment.

“These, my boy, are horcruxes.”

McGonagall let out a strangled sound. “I beg your pardon?”

“What’s a horcrux?” Ted Tonks asked.

“It would appear Voldemort has, in an attempt to become immortal, split his soul into pieces and placed those pieces inside of these objects. It is very dark magic.” He explained plainly as if instructing one of his classes in Transfiguration.

“Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered.

“Is this all of them, then?” Dumbledore asked you.

“No sir.”

Dumbledore looked at her for a moment, as if waiting for more information. “No?”

“No, we believe there is one more.”

“You mean to tell me that he split his soul six times?” Moody asked on an exhale.

“Seven is a magically powerful number,” You explained. “We don’t believe it’s a coincidence he has splintered his soul into seven pieces.”

“I see.” Dumbledore said. “And what is this sixth horcrux.”

You let out a huge sigh, “I...”

Sirius brushed your arm gently, moving to stand up against your back. I can’t do much, love. But I can be here. I’m right here.

“I think it’s Nagini. The snake.” You admitted finally.

“Fucking hell.” Remus groaned.

“So, what now?” Sirius asked Dumbledore, but Dumbledore appeared to field the question to you.

“We must destroy all six horcruxes for You-Know-Who to become mortal again. Only then can we defeat him.” You explained.

“Ah, but I suppose destroying horcruxes by throwing them down a garbage disposal won’t work?” Lily interjected. You shook your head no.

“Horcruxes can only be destroyed by Avada Kedavra, Fiendfyre, or honourable goblin wrought silver such as Godric Gryffindor’s sword after being infused with Basilisk’s venom.”

“Easy-peasy.” Mary commented wryly.

“Thank you, Miss. L/N.” Dumbledore interrupted, looking at you above his half-moon spectacles. “For everything. You’re contributions to the cause have been immeasurable.”

You swallowed thickly. “May I be excused?” You whispered.

“Of course, my dear.” He replied, and you took off out the sliding door off the kitchen. Sirius didn’t ask for permission nor wait around for further instructions before he followed after you.

He stepped out into the sea air and looked around, but he heard you before he spotted you. He followed the sound of your heaving into a metal garbage can beside what appeared to be a weathered tool shed. He slowly made his way over, not wanting to interrupt you until you were finished. I’ll never be able to get more meat on her bones at this rate.

You took a deep breath and wiped your face with your sleeve before replacing the lid on the garbage can and turning towards Sirius.

“Fucking hell, you scared me.” You sighed, bringing your hand up to your chest.

Sirius breathed out a chuckle. “My apologies, love. Didn’t mean to.”

You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself and turned to face the ocean. Sirius watched you as he tried to make it look like he wasn’t watching you by pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a snap of his fingers. The ocean breeze pushed your hair behind your shoulders, and you lifted your face to the horizon. Your eyes were red and your nose was running, but Sirius still thought you made the most beautiful picture.

“What did he do to you?” Sirius asked gruffly, not able to keep quiet any longer.

“Hm?” You asked as you squinted over at him through the setting sun.

“Peter. What did he do to you?”

You grimaced and scrutinized Sirius for a few moments.

“Were we just friends?” You asked.

“Hm?” He parroted your previous question.

“You and I.” You clarified. “Were we just friends? Before?”

His cigarette burned in his fingers, completely forgotten. He wanted to lie to you. That’s not true. He felt like he should lie to you, as if that would somehow make this all easier for you. But he couldn’t; he was asking you to be honest with him, he owed you the same.

“No.” He admitted quietly.

You watched him flick his cigarette into the field before pulling out another one. “Then do you really want to know?”

Sirius snorted. “No, I know that I don’t want to know. But I need to.”

Sirius stayed quiet as you fidgeted. He figured it may be somewhat less painful for you to tell him now when you didn’t remember him, than having to have this conversation when you did.

“Did he force himself on you?”

You let out a shuddering sigh. “Yes.”  Sirius cracked his neck in aggitation.

“He wasn’t-” you began before cutting yourself off.

“Merlin, Y/N, if you try telling me he wasn’t that bad-”

“No, I-” you sighed again. “No.”  

He had so many things he wanted to ask. Who? How many? How often? Where? When? Where can I find them? Do I remember the wand formation for Crucio? But he knew none of it mattered. Not really. It couldn’t; knowing those things wouldn’t help him, and it wouldn’t help you. And right now, that was all that mattered, helping you - keeping you safe and away from fuckers like Peter and those Death Eater arseholes. And apparently, he was expected to do that in his awful childhood home.

“Thank you.” He settled for, as his jaw ached from how tightly he was clenching it. “For telling me.”

You stared at him for a long time. “You’re welcome.”

You both stood in a somewhat comfortable silence as Sirius finished his second cigarette and watched the tide come in. His mind drifted to the grey orb in your mind that stored your memories of him in it. Somewhere in there, is the memory of the time Sirius became a bumbling fool after you sang and played a song in the Three Broomsticks for the whole restaurant. Though you blushed furiously the whole time at Sirius’ obvious infatuation, you couldn’t help but smirk at his blustering. Somewhere in there is the memory of the time you came flying (not literally) into the Quidditch field in 5th year and interrupted the Gryffindor practice much to the chagrin of that year’s captain because you had just been notified of your mother’s death and somehow needed Sirius of all people. There was also a memory somewhere in there of what Sirius considered one of the worst days of his life – you and Sirius had been dancing around each other for quite some time by that point; all your friends had bets on how long it would take before you two got together. Sirius knew of your affections toward him, though he never quite understood it. He may have been handsome, witty, charming, but he was just no good. He had gotten into an argument that day with Reg about conforming to the drivel of their parents and it weighed heavily in his mind during the Gryffindor party. This girl had been batting her eyelashes at him all night, and he was feeling sorry for himself – he was such a mess; how could someone as beautiful and thoughtful and smart as you get messed up in the shitstorm that was Sirius Black? It wasn’t fair to you, so, he snuck off to a broom closet with the nameless, eyelash batting Hufflepuff and got off, hoping to alleviate some of the tension of that day. He later found out that not only did he feel gross for fooling around with a girl he never bothered to learn the name of, but you had witnessed them sneak off together. He found you later curled up in Remus’ arms having had cried yourself to sleep. “You’re a right arse, Sirius.” Remus had spat at him, standing up with you in his arms and stalking off to their dorm.

But Sirius wanted you to remember it all. How you flat-out ignored his existence for seven weeks and four days. Sirius waited one-thousand two-hundred and seventy-two hours for you to finally look him in the eye, even though it was only to tell him to go fuck himself. It took another three weeks for you to stop spitting angrily at him and start acting like he was just another one of the guys, which also hurt, but he was just happy to be gifted with the sound of your voice again.

He never took your attention for granted again after that; everyone noticed the change, you most of all. He never broke eye contact with you when you spoke to him. He always took full advantage of your attention any time you were willing to give it to him. He was always the first one to stop talking when you went to speak up, and the first to defend you if someone dared to interrupt. At the time, it made you feel precious, like you were something worthy of worship. Sirius wanted you to remember that, and most importantly, he wanted you to experience it again.

“Well Pads,” a voice interrupted his musings, “excited to bring Y/N home to your darling mother, finally?” James smirked as he rubbed his hands together.

Sirius scoffed, “the only reason I’m even considering the prospect of bringing her to that hellhole is because that old hag is already dead.”

“What, am I not good enough to bring home to mummy-dearest?” You said with a smirk, causing Sirius to bark a laugh.

“Not at all love, in fact, if I had been sure she wouldn’t have Avada’d you on the spot, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t do it earlier; maybe we could have sent her to an even earlier grave.”

The meeting seemed to have ended, as Moody was seen dragging Peter’s stupefied body from the safehouse and apparating away.

“There’s concern of corruption in the Ministry, so he’ll be put in an anti-magic cell in Moody’s basement for the time-being.” Lily explained.

“I always knew Moody was into some kinky shit.” James commented with Harry on his hip.

“It’s not funny, James.” Lily fumed. “I don’t think you realize how close we were to dying.”

“I guess we’re very lucky Y/N had an ally on the other side.” James murmured. Sirius laughed sarcastically.

“Some ally they were.” He spat angrily.

“Sirius, relax,” Lily started, “They kept her alive, protected her memories and gave us the ability to win this war.”

“And let the entire Death Eater army use her as their play toy!” He shouted. “Peter himself fucking violated her!”

“Would you shut the fuck up!?” Lily seethed, looking around to see who all heard.

“No! Everyone should know what a fucking abomination he was! Is! And we called him our friend!”

“BUT IT ISN’T YOUR STORY TO TELL!” she shouted back.

Remus and James looked properly mortified, both at the outburst and on account of the news that their friend not only betrayed them but was capable of such heinous acts.

Sirius felt the blood leave his face as he spun to face you; a curious expression adorned your face. It wasn’t necessarily pain – but certainly frustration, and perhaps some pity.

“You’re so used to being around such moral people Sirius, and that’s good – you should be.” You began calmly. “But I just watched Peter Pettigrew – a member of a racist terrorist organization who is guilty of treason at best and murder at worst, a sexual assailant, a user of unforgiveable curses, and all around bad bloke get carried out of an enemy base completely unharmed to be held in a safe facility until he receives what I assume is going to be a fair trial.”

Sirius held his breath as you paused for what he was sure was dramatic effect.  

“Do you know what happens to the most loyal of Death Eaters who dare to sneeze when their Dark Lord is speaking? They’re strangled by Nagini. Maybe they survive, maybe they don’t; that’s neither here nor there. And do you know what happens if a Death Eater even looks like they might hesitate when they’re asked to crucio or avada a muggle? They’re fed to Nagini. And those are the tamer of the possible reprimands.

“So, the fact that any Death Eater managed to find me, heal me, train me and keep me alive for the past nearly five months is nothing short of a miracle, and God only knows what You-Know-Who would do if he found out that they’d managed it. But they could not always save me from the evil that they themselves were also victims of and surrounded by twenty-four-seven, regardless of whether they simply wanted to or not. It didn’t matter if they knew it was wrong or had the moral compass of a saint – we would not have survived, it is that simple.” She paused as she allowed her words to settle inside of Sirius’ mind.

“You all have the privilege of being surrounded by sane, morally sound people. That has given you the ability to see the world in black and white. To survive, some people needed to become certain shades of grey. I’m not saying that it’s right, or fair, or just; it just is.”

Properly chastised for his outburst, Sirius stared at his boots.

“Does it make me one of them to think Peter deserved everything you just said?” James asked quietly.

Remus let out an inelegant snort. “No mate, I think that makes you human.”

“I wasn’t asking you, you goody-two-shoes.” James mockingly argued before turning back to you.

“No, it certainly doesn’t make you one of them. I think Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes here is right.” You replied.

“I’m literally a dark creature, I don’t know who you all are calling a goody-two-shoes.” Remus muttered petulantly.

“Uhm, the goody-two-shoes, obviously.” Lily snorted.

“Hi, kettle?” James spoke an octave higher, pretending to hold a muggle phone to his ear. “This is the cauldron; you’re black!” Lily swatted her husband.

“Perhaps before we kill Nagini or whatever the snakes name is, we could send it down to Moody’s sex dungeon to finish off Peter.” James joked, though no one missed the dark edge that shadowed his voice.

“Charming.” Sirius heard the posh accent of Andromeda from behind Remus. “Well cousin, ready to head back home?”

Sirius moaned dramatically and threw his head back as his party began to head to the apparition point just beyond the wards. He opened his eyes to see you still standing there, your gaze cautiously analyzing him.

“You okay?” You asked him.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m the arse and you ask me if I’m alright?”

“Are you?”

“Are you alright?” he countered.

You continued watching him for a few moments.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Lily was right, I shouldn’t have run my mouth like that. You trusted me and I let you down. And of course, you were right about the other stuff as well – I have no business pretending to know what it’s been like for you these past few months.”

You nodded gently at him. “Thank you for apologizing, and for listening. I’m alright.”

He offered his arms out to you and you hesitated only briefly before accepting his embrace.

“You were always so much smarter than the rest of us,” he mumbled into your hair. “Lily would have just hexed me if she were you.”

You laughed – a real actual laugh, the first he’s heard from you in months. “Sounds about right.” You admitted, before quickly pulling away from Sirius and staring at him in awe.

“What?!” he asked, slightly paniced from the change in demeanor.

“I remembered. I – I knew, or agreed, that Lily would have been the type to hex you – I knew that!”

Sirius beamed at you before picking you up from your waist and spinning you in a circle. When he put you back down, you were both flushed and out of breath.

“Welcome back, Vix.” He knew you weren’t really back, not yet. But by Godric, it was a start.

Continue to part four here.

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[erin-bo-berin]

more with singleteenmom!reader x Steve harrington!! Please! We all need it!!

I’ll be happy to! Here’s another little blurb because my heart is warm for dad Steve 🥺 also I applies I might’ve gotten a little carried away.

You better believe Steve is so involved with baby girl from the moment he meets her.

Early in your relationship, every time he comes over, he’ll just pick her up and kiss her all over her face until she’s shrieking and giggling with joy.

“How’s my favorite girl?” he’d ask.

You joke that Steve is only dating you for the baby cuddles although you don’t mind one bit because you can’t help but fall in love with him just a bit more every time you see him with her.

Steve wants to help with everything. Feeding her, baths, bed time, although his first time changing a diaper, he was so confused and worried.

She’s at the stage where she’s a lot more active and fussy when it comes to having her diaper changed because she just wants to be on the go. The pure worry on his face when she’s throwing a fit crying is heartwarming, but a bit hilarious.

“What’s wrong? I’m not hurting her am I?!”

You obviously reassure him that it’s not him, she just hates staying still for a diaper change at the moment.

“Hey, it’s okay sweetheart. I know this isn’t fun, but I’ve got you, yeah? I’ll get this done and over with soon alright? Wanna hear a funny story? So yesterday Dustin thought it would be funny—“

You just might be a bit amazed as you watch your daughter’s howls slowly turn into sniffles as she becomes enraptured about Steve’s story about Dustin’s latest prank on his friends. You’d never seen her so calm for a diaper change.

It’s a new task and he’s a bit clumsy at first, but soon he gets the hang of it. When the diaper is on and her onesie back on, he picks her up, wiping her face of her tears.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She immediately melts into his shoulder, her head falling into the crook of her neck, her eyes drooping.

“Ah that looks like the problem. It’s time for someone’s nap isn’t it?”

Steve is always so cute asking if he can do something. He looks at you, asking if it’s okay if he rocks her to sleep and really, how can you say no? You settle him with her pacifier and the little stuffed bunny she likes to have and leave him to it.

He sits down in the rocking chair, placing the pacifier in her mouth and she instantly starts sucking on it.

“Do you want your bunny too?”

Her little hands grasp it, holding it to her chest between him and her.

“Would you like to hear a story?”

Her head now resting on his chest, she sleepily gazes up at him, fighting sleep as hard as she can.

“Okay. Well, once upon a time there was a little princess. She was tiny, but she was mighty. That’s because her mommy, the Queen had raised her to be. Unfortunately, the evil King had no interest in his daughter the Princess which I personally think is a shame because the Princess happens to be the most amazing little person. So is her mommy. Then, along came a peasant boy. He wasn’t Royal. But he instantly fell in love with the Queen. He loved the way her smile lit up her face every time she smiled. How sweet and kind she was to others. How even though the peasant thought he had no chance with her, she gave him a chance. He was the happiest guy ever. You wanna know why? Because she is the best thing ever to happen to him. You are too, my little princess.”

Steve glanced down and noticed she was fast asleep on his chest, but he couldn’t help but sit there a little longer to rock her before taking her to her crib.

Little did he know that you’d been outside the door listening to it all with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

•

Bath time is always interesting with babies. But if Steve gave her a bath? He made it a whole production.

“Now what is Mister Ducky doing huh?”

She’d babble back at him, still not entirely fluent in actual English, more so baby chatter.

“Did he really? He had no business doing that to Mister Cow.”

You laughed as you handed him the baby shampoo, eyeing the bath toys your daughter was playing with.

He would gently wash her hair, making sure to keep any suds out of her eyes as she happily played. Usually you could tell when she was over bath time because she’d start to fuss, tears coming soon.

As soon as the last suds were rinsed out of her hair, Steve would pick her up and wrap her in her towel.

“Hey, none of that okay? See, it’s over and we can get you into your pajamas all nice and warm okay squirt?”

•

Steve loves buying her things. Frankly, you can’t get him to stop. He spoils you and your baby girl way more than he should, but he happily does it.

One day, it might be a stuffed animal, one that she loves to play with.

Another time, it may be a book. He knows how much you like to read to her. Your little girl loves being read to, so books are always part of the gifts. Sometimes, he evens asks to read them to her. When he isn’t, he’ll sit in with you while you read to her. Besides, if Steve is around, your little girl wants him near.

Speaking of, she grows so attached to Steve that every time he comes over, she’s going to him. First, she crawls her little tushy off—the proper way, unfortunately not backwards much to Steve’s disappointment (just kidding)—and raise her hands to be held.

“Teve! Teve!”

As she grows, she’s always pulling herself up by his pant legs. Her vocabulary has been growing with her motor skills and it transforms to, “Teve, up!” when she wants to be held.

It seems like in a blink of an eye that she’s toddling to him, her steps still a bit awkward, but she’s on the run towards him when he comes over, a big smile and arms raised to him.

Steve was there for her first steps because of course he was. He’s always with you or you’re both always with him. Whether it comes to him coming over, the three of you going out or even hanging out with his other friends and children, you spend a lot of time together.

You just happened to be at a party/get together that Nancy Wheeler was throwing at her parents’ house. Not like a high school party, but just one with good food, good friends and plenty of fun. Everyone is there from her and her boyfriend Jonathan, Robin, all six kids and of course, you, Steve and your little munchkin.

Of course, they’d all met you and your daughter before but Steve loves to show her off as she’s his own which honestly, she might as well be. He’s as involved and proud of her like she is. You wish she was his, but you know she is his daughter in every way that counts.

He’s toting her around on his hip, occasionally letting her roam free with the kids to entertain her as she’s definitely into her exploratory “let’s get into anything we can get our hands on” phase.

“Steve! I think she’s trying to walk!” Dustin exclaims.

He turns around, along with you as you watch your little girl pull herself up on the coffee table that’s in front of the couch in the basement of the Wheeler house.

You’re both ecstatic as you watch her walk, still holding onto the table, as she takes steps.

Steve crouches not too far from her, holding his arms out.

“Can you come here sweet girl? Can you come see Steve?”

She looks at him hesitantly, as if afraid to give up the hold and support the coffee table gives her.

“You can do it, you don’t need that ‘ol coffee table. Come see Steve. I’ll give you cuddles.”

She giggles, letting go of it, taking one tentative step, then another.

“That’s it! You got it! Just a few more steps!” He’s beaming so much now. Even if she were to stumble and fall on her butt now, he would be so proud of the baby steps she’s taken.

But she keeps going and with one, two, three more steps, she stumbles into his arms where he scoops her up with joy.

“You did it! My baby girl did it!”

He lifts her into the air and she squeals, everyone else who’d witnessed it too, cheering and awwing at the sight.

He kisses her cheek and she replies by putting her mouth on his nose making him laugh even harder—with joy, excitement and pure love for her, you and all of his friends.

“Thank you for the kiss. Can you give mommy one too?”

He bends her to you where she leaves a sloppy open mouth kiss partially on your cheek.

“Now, how about some ice cream huh?”

“Steve, you’re cleaning her up if you get her as messy as last time!” you holler after him.

Which of course, he doesn’t mind. The most mundane things are the best time as long as he’s with you and his munchkin.

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[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Seven: Paradise

The morning of your flight to Cabo you could not be more nervous. You’ve never been on a plane and decided to jump down the rabbit hole that is the internet and research airplanes.

Big mistake.

Levi decided an early morning flight was best, even though you would’ve loved to have slept in.

Levi checked you in and checked the bags. You ordered a lot online with the money Levi gave you, including some more risqué items that Ymir and Historia recommended. 

After breezing through TSA (of course Levi Ackerman has TSA Pre-Check) it was time to wait at the gate for your flight. Your stomach was in knots thinking about being in the air for a couple of hours.

“Are you okay?” Levi nudged you with his left elbow. “You’re quiet. That’s not like you.”

“Are you trying to say I talk a lot?”

“I’m saying you ask an awful lot of questions.” 

“I’m okay. I’ve just never been on a plane before.”

“It’ll be okay, I promise.” Levi reassured you as he brought his attention to his phone. You saw a text from Erwin pop up.

Erwin: Don’t do anything stupid, please. She’s a good girl.

You look away quickly, knowing you should’ve minded your own business. What Levi says to Erwin, or anyone for that matter is none of your business. 

Soon enough you were at your seats on the plane. Levi got first class. You don’t know what that means but it sounds fancy.

You sink in your seat as your heart starts to race when you hear the plane making noises.

“Hey,” Levi whispered, pressing his hand on top of yours. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed gently. You nod, looking out the window at runway.

Take off isn’t bad. Once your eats pop, you’re as good as gold. You don’t like the feeling in your chest when the plane tilts upwards, but you get over it.

Levi took his hand off yours once the seatbelt signs were off. You can’t help but miss his touch already. 

The plane ride is about 5 hours - perfect time for a nap. 

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The hotel is gorgeous. Stunning, even. It’s like a hotel you see rich people go to in movies. There are several pools, palm trees, and more. The water is blue and the sand is almost white.

“Welcome to paradise!” An overly excited employee runs up to you and Levi. 

Levi looks less than impressed.

“Can we just check in?” Levi’s tone is flat. Even in a gorgeous place, Levi’s attitude is the same.

“Absolutely sir. What’s your name?”

“Levi Ackerman.”

“Oh! Mr. Ackerman! You and your wife got upgraded to our best suite. It’s top of the line!” 

Wife?

“Thank you.” Levi grabbed the room keys off the counter. “Tell Oscar I said thank you too.”

Levi carried your bags along with his up to the room. When he swiped the key card and opened the door - you swear you could have fainted. This room was as big as the apartment you lived in growing up. 

As you walk in, you notice one bed.

“Levi…” You turn to him. “There’s only one bed.”

“Well I didn’t book this one, Oscar upgraded us out of the kindness of his heart.” Levi used air quotes. “The one I booked had 2 beds. So don’t blame me.” 

One bed? You’ve shared the same house with Levi for a while now, but a bed? And you’ve never even really touched him?

Once you and Levi get settled in, you start to crave the sun.

“Let’s go outside! Tan, drink a little, maybe swim!” 

“I don’t tan.” Levi peered up at you, taking his eyes off his phone screen. 

“Can you get off your phone for a bit please?” You put your hands on your hips. “I didn’t come here to watch you play on your phone.” 

“So what did you come here for?” Levi shoves his phone in his pocket and stands up. He walks towards you, eliminating the space between you. 

“You say I ask a lot of questions, but I think it’s really you who asks most of them.” You turn around, unzipping your bag. “I’m gonna change and so are you. I’ll be in the bathroom.” You pull out your bikini and sandals. 

When you emerge from the bathroom, Levi’s eyes are glued to you. He watches your thick thighs as you walk towards him. You’re wearing the bikini he specifically said he liked: high on the thigh, stringy, and barely leaving anything to the imagination. 

Levi is wearing a white t-shirt with khaki colored shorts paired with sandals. His mouth is slightly open as he gazes at you.

“Ready?!” You smile as you grab your beach bag. 

“Are you gonna wear a cover up?” Levi’s cheeks turned a light shade of red.

“Why? It’s hot out.”

“Because…”

“Because why?” You tilt your head to the side, placing your hands on your hips.

Levi takes a few step towards you and leans down until his lips touch your ear. “Because I can’t promise I can control myself if you don’t put something on in the next 2 minutes.” 

You can’t help but smirk knowing you’re affecting him this way. You spin yourself around, giving him a full look at your ass.

“Do you want to leave this room?” Levi sucked his teeth.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing a black dress to put over your body. “Better?”

“Barely. Lets go.” His tone was back to being serious.

Sometimes you really can’t tell if this man wants to fuck you or just wants to be your friend. 

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“Levi, come in!” You swim in front of Levi as he reads his book on the lounge chair. 

“No.” He doesn’t even look up from what page he’s on.

“It’s 95 degrees, how can you even stand to just lay in the heat?!” You place your hands on the pool edge. “You won’t come swimming at all with me?”

“Maybe in… 3 days.” Levi held up 3 fingers. “Leave me alone so I can finish my book.” 

You huff and turn yourself around to swim to the swim-up bar. You take a seat and order some fruity drink that sounded cute.

“Well hello there. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” A man pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. 

“Thank you.” You take a sip of your drink. The man isn’t ugly by any means, so you decide to entertain a conversation. “Where are you from?” You ask, placing your drink on the counter.

“I’m from California. You?”

“Wow, all the way on the west coast. I’m from New York.”

“A New Yorker! That’s crazy, you don’t have an accent or anything.” The man leaned forward towards you as he spoke. “My name is Ryan.”

You told him your name, and the conversation continued.

As you talk, you feel a hand push you gently into… a hard surface.

That hard surface was Levi Ackerman’s upper body. You look up and see those slate eyes burning a hole in Ryan’s head.

Ryan seems to catch on to what Levi is trying to insinuate, even though no words were exchanged.

“Dude, my bad! I didn’t know she was with you.” Ryan put his hands up. “I swear! The conversation was innocent!” 

Levi put his other hand on your other hip, gripping you tightly. 

“She is a sight for sore eyes, right?” He tilts his head to the right, glaring at Ryan. 

Then Ryan was gone.

“You swam!!” You spin your body to face Levi. You sit down on the seat in front of the bar and stare up at him. He is well sculpted, his abdominals carved out and his chest strong.

“I did.” Levi pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Levi, I-“ Your words get caught in your throat. The way he looks right now, with water dripping off his skin and his hair messy has you speechless.

“What’s your favorite color?” You blurt out. Smooth move.

“Navy blue. Yours is… black?” 

“Technically… no. My favorite color is actually sage green.”

“Any other questions? Get them out now while I’m in a good mood.” 

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Pasta.”

“I knew it!!” You smile at his response, putting your hand in a fist. “I told you!” 

“Are you gonna tell me yours or do I have to fish it out of you?” 

“Hmmmmm.” You tap your chin with your index finger. “Does ice cream count?”

“I guess it can.” Levi chuckled, letting out a real smile. You watched his mouth curve upwards, revealing his teeth. 

For the first time, you saw Levi Ackerman’s teeth. You made him laugh. A genuine laugh.

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he caressed your cheek gently. “You are so cute.” 

You have never wanted to kiss anyone more than you do right now. You would love to pull Levi down, straddle his waist, and attached your mouth to his.

But you can’t. If Levi wants something, he needs to make the first move. 

His lips grazed your ear as he whispered. “I can’t stop staring at you.” Levi brings his other hand on the opposite side of the ear his whispering into. “Your thighs are… hypnotizing.” 

You bite your lip and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t get shy. No one knows us here.” He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb, pulling you to face him. “We can be whoever we want to be here.” 

“Whoever?” You search Levi’s eyes for a lifeline. Your body is craving him almost desperately. Goosebumps populate your skin as he touches you. 

“Whoever. Who do you want to be?” You swear you could feel his tongue on your earlobe. 

“I want to be a woman that’s kissed by you.” You lean into the palm of his hand as your heart rate increases.

Levi says nothing. He moves his face in front of you, letting his nose slightly touch yours. His lips are so close.

“You want me to kiss you, princess?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” You nod, almost giving in to the temptation. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Say please.” Levi’s lips are grazing yours, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body. 

“Please, Levi.” You almost whine.

“So spoiled I made you, hm?” Levi buries his fingers in your hair as he sits down. He pulls you to him, letting your legs wrap around his waist under the water. 

Levi’s hand runs over the front side of your body - your stomach, your chest, to your neck. He gently grabs your neck to bring you close to him again. His fingers gently squeeze the sides of your neck, a gasp escaping your throat. Your lips are plump, begging to be touched. 

Finally, Levi presses his lips to yours. You swear your brain short circuited. His lips are so soft, but so… perfect. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing the back of your thighs to the tops of his. 

His tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entry. You oblige, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You moan against his lips at the contact. Levi’s large hands move down to your ass, giving it a gently squeeze before he pulls away.

You can’t help but whine when you lose his lips. 

“That’s it for now.” He kisses your cheek gently.

“You’re such a tease.” You pout, pushing yourself off of him to the seat you were in a few minutes ago.

“I’m teaching you patience. I can’t have you acting like a spoiled brat. If I do everything you want, that’s what you’ll be.”

“Two can play at that game.” 

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 27 / cramps ☆

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warning(s): possible typos bc its almost 2 am n i have not proofread this at all

mori glanced over to his left, noticing the sudden change in demeanor from yn who was just giggling over mr. alec’s reaction to his ‘friend’ surprising him outside of his class for a ‘friendly hangout’. “something happen?” 

the mild concern spreading across yn’s features quickly diminished when she turned off her phone, tucking it away in the back pocket of her jeans. “no. everything’s fine. everything will be fine.” she reassured– though it sounded like she was reassuring herself more than mori. “tets is on his way to pick me up, so I’m gonna have to raincheck going to your dorm tonight mori, sorryyy.” 

“don’t worry about it!” mori chirped, an arm slinging around the girl’s shoulders. “just means that you’re making dinner for us next time.”

“if you want overcooked dino nuggets for dinner again. then, yeah.” rin teased, laughing to himself at the memory of yn forgetting to take the metal tray out of the oven because somehow she managed to lock herself out of mori’s dorm room and couldn’t get back in until 7 minutes after the kitchen timer alerted the food was ready.

yn rolled her eyes, nudging the boy’s side with her elbow. “as if you weren’t the one refusing to open the door for me.”

“I was working on a project!” rin defended.

mori raised a brow, recalling the night of the topic. “oh? I didn’t know taking a nap with my dog was part of your project.”

taking rin’s silence as a sign of defeat, yn grinned in triumph. “never belittle my cooking skills!”

“yeah okay. opening a bag of pre-made dino nuggets and popping them into the oven isn’t necessarily cooking.”

yn cupped her ear, leaning closer to the grumbling cinematography major “’m sorry, what was that? can’t really understand what sounds like…like…” she shared a knowing look with mori who was already giggling to himself. “like BULLSHIT right now!”

the sudden stop in rin’s footsteps threw the two into a frenzy, clutching their stomachs as their laughter bounced about throughout the halls. 

“I think he’s mad!” mori managed to squeeze in between laughs.

taking a deep breath, rin gave his friends a menacing smile.“i’m going to be generous and give you giggling neanderthals a five-minute start before I catch you and commit unspeakable crimes.”

yn let out an excited squeal, feeling like a little kid as she grabbed mori’s arm and began to run to the building’s exit. “don’t let him catch you!” she exclaimed, steps quickening as the two made their way down the stairs, careful not to trip.

“I hear him, he’s coming!” mori cried, navigating through the various turns they had to make before finally bursting through the art building’s doors. 

just as he was about to make a successful escape, he was pulled back by the thundering drummer. “leaving so soon, pretty boy?” 

“noooooo!!! we were so close!” yn shrieked, “please, take me instead!” but her pleas went deaf to rin’s ears who only smirked in victory.

“now, now, no need for any sacrifices.” he kept his hold on mori’s wrist, unknowingly silencing the sandy blond whose heart seemed to run numerous laps inside his chest. “a win is a win.”

yn scoffed, waving off the loss. “whatever.”

the three make their way to the parking lot, patiently waiting for tetsurou to arrive. when he does, mori and rin watch as yn gets into the car, saying their goodbyes before also taking their leave.

“hey, kuroo.” tetsu smiles, messing up his sister’s hair and earning a groan as she puts on her seatbelt. “how was class?”

yn makes herself comfortable, prepping her mind for whatever her brother was about to follow up with. “suppeerrr funsies, tets. did you just come from the gym?”

“yeah, had to drop off kou before picking you up.” yn hums. her mind starting to fill up with possibilities of what the conversation might develop into. as if tetsu could see right through her, he began to ask what had been plaguing his mind for the past few days. “so…anything you wanna tell me? ya know cause i’m your brother and I love you, and I would always want to know if something is wrong, and I am hoping you know you can trust me with anything and everything.”

“I know tets.” yn reassures, giving him an awkward smile which he turns to see for a brief second before turning his eyes back on the road in front of him.

“so spill, what’s up?”

“are you looking for a specific answer or…”

“no, just want you to be honest with me is all.”

the conversation yn had with her friends from the night they were all in her room, after the whole incident with kozume, revisited her thoughts. 

“oh but guys,” yn spoke up, earning several hums. “you cannot let my brother know about any of this.” the request caused the friends to break away from the hug, confused as to why the only other person besides yn who could knock some sense into kozume couldn’t be informed of the situation. “it’s just… with the game coming up, I don’t want the team to turn to shit because one of the co-captains suddenly can’t cooperate with the main setter.”

mori clicked his tongue, feeling conflicted with yn’s choice. “okay… I understand where you’re coming from but what’re you gonna do when your brother does find out? I mean, he’s not dumb.”

“mori’s right.” rin chimed. “he might start getting suspicious with your change of attitude towards kozume and start piecing things together.”

she mentally cursed the accuracy of her friends– though already expecting her brother to notice something was wrong without her directly telling him because, obviously, he’s her brother.

“okay…,” yn knew it would be best to come clean to tetsu about the recent events, but she just couldn’t bear the guilt she would feel if she saw him and kozume suddenly start to get rocky before their first game of the year, especially after all the hard work the whole team has been putting in. “well i’m passing all my classes-”

“even chem?”

“even chem, tets. and I have this big project for my painting class, the one I just came out of, so i’m spending more time in there than usual. and…” yn tried to think of other things to catch her brother up on to hopefully ease his concern, but he beat her to it.

“why’d you skip chem and ela that one day with tooru?” the car stopped at a red light, allowing tetsurou to have more of his attention on yn. 

‘quick, quick, quick-’ yn fidgeted with the straps of her bag, attempting to calm herself down. “oh you know, I was just really overwhelmed that morning.” ‘that wasn’t a total lie, please believe me.’ “with the project, my other classes, helping out with the band because of their gig, and cece with the shop, and the volleyball team, i’ve just been a bit busy and tooru wanted to help me relax.” once again, not a total lie. “don’t worry though, kozume- er koz uhm- i texted kozu while i was out and he said we had a sub and were just working on the previous day’s work which i already finished. so, it’s all good. all good.” now that was a lie.

the topic of kozume seemed to be what tetsurou was curious about because his face flashed with surprise, almost distracting him from the spotlight turning green. “oh. so… nothing is wrong with you and kozume?”

“why would there be anything wrong?”

“no its just,” his confusion was evidently clear, his other hand running through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. “last week tuesday with the apology and you telling me he kissed you, but when he got to practice he was barely talking to you which i just found really weird.”

“ohh, I mean I think we both know how shy he can get.” yn mumbled.

“yeah but,” tetsu clicked his tongue. yn was right, but he couldn’t get rid of the feeling that there was just more to uncover. “I guess I just expected him to be more bold after he literally kissed you. I mean you make it clear you like him, and there’s literally nothing stopping him from asking you out or something– and i’m sorry if i’m overstepping my boundaries since it isn’t technically my relationship, but it just rubs me the wrong way since I’m your brother and if something happens to you, it happens to me too. that’s just how it is.”

“so you’re saying…kozume kissed you too?”

tetsu rolled his eyes at his sister’s little joke, “oh shut up, you know that’s not what I mean. but there’s something else i’ve been thinking about. I noticed after you went out to go talk to kozume when he went to get some water, you didn’t come back. what happened? atsumu said you got-”

“NO! no! ahahaha no.” yn awkwardly laughed off her sudden outburst, mentally reminding herself to sucker punch the fake blonde the next time she saw him. “I just…got cramps. yeah, my period cramps hurt real baaaad.” she dragged out the word, wanting to emphasize the lie. “like I started crying, kind of bad. I had to ask cece to pick me up. sorry I didn’t tell anyone before leaving all of a sudden.”

seeing tetsurou’s features soften at the misfortune his little sister had to endure, yn finally relaxed knowing he was going to drop any further interrogation related to the one person she did not want to even think about. “aww what,” genuine concern laced his voice, making yn feel slightly ashamed for the string of deception. “is your cycle over now though? you should’ve texted me, I would’ve come by after practice and got you something.”

“I know, I know. i'm sorry, tets.”

“and if you’re really stressed, just let me know. the whole manager role was so abrupt. I wasn’t really thinking of how busy you already are with everything. I’m sorry, yn.”

hearing tetsu’s worry was equivalent to being stabbed a hundred times and then being lit on fire and then having the people who lit you on fire extinguish you only to stab you a few more hundred times. yn quickly tried to cheer him up, “its okay, tets! I wanted to do it, remember? I thought it would be fun and it is. getting to spend more time with you and everyone else has been a great way for me to unwind. I’m really glad you gave me this opportunity.” 

tetsu sighed, thankful that he didn’t add to yn’s burdens. “If you need to work on other things tomorrow, just let me know. I'm sure kou and I can handle practice ourselves.” 

laughing at the stubbornness, yn placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “no, I can make it. It’s okay, but thank you.”

“are you sure?”

yn smiled, her heart warming at knowing how much her brother looked after her. “yeah, i’m sure tetsu.”

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note(s): ILL PROBB REUPLOAD THIS/EDIT AFTER SCHOOL +none of the pictures used are mine!!

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[itzynabi]

born to be world tour: seoul

— if you thought a little extreme physical exhaustion was gonna stop her from performing with her members, you were wrong

— but she also rested the entire week except for practices (she only did one music show perf for until spring on mucore)

— she didn’t use as much energy as usual just because her health rn is 👎🏾👎🏾👎🏾 but best assured she is a performer

— mr. vampire is HER song guys, like, the babygirl that she is OMG😩

— and then the little break before the solo stages

— when i tell you this girl was snacking backstage during chaeryeong’s performance (after changing into her outfit ofc)

— granted her snacks were to ensure she’d have enough energy, but miss girl was swinging her feet and twirling her hair as she ate her snacks

— she’s no fucking angel, she’s no fucking goddess‼️‼️

— nobody thought she was gonna swear but she did

— and the choreo *chef’s kiss*

— then back to backstage to change and rest some more

— she almost took a power nap, but all her naps turn into 4 hours of unconsciousness

— listen she’s a dynamite truther so you know she slayed during that performance

— and she’s also a not shy girlie so… the dance was dancing

— time for ments

— nabi: honestly, the number one song i was looking forward to performing was icy. i was looking forward to performing it, but it isn’t on the tracklist 😔 it breaks my heart, but at least not shy is here 😕

— during the more freestyle stages (no choreo just fun) the members checked on nabi’s condition

— at some point ryujin pulled her to sit down together and just vibe

— during the encore stage, her and yuna swapped mics so they could hear each other in their in-ears

— and it was chaos😭😭😭

— nabi’s voice is naturally a bit loud so yuna was suffering (one reblog is one prayer for yuna 🙏🏾)

— day 2 let’s go!

— since it was the second day she was better at controlling her energy

— you can say many things about nabi, but you cant say she isnt a performer

— bcs how the hell did she turn born to be into a babygirl anthem 😭😭

— the transition from the other members being girl crush personified to her smiling so big and being so cute gave everybody whiplash

— but then she started being on her hot girl shit immediately after

— and second day of no angels and no goddesses

— dynamite was made for her

— perfect balance between girl crush and cutie girl galore

— and psychic lover her beloved

— nabi singing love is to yeji with the biggest smile the world has ever seen

— ment time lets go!!!

— “the members are very… i’m very grateful to have them in my life. i hope we stay together for a long time and continue to love each other the way we do now. thank you for allowing me to be in your lives and to cry with you, laugh with you, sing with you… thank you for everything. crazy things are going to happen this year, but all six of us will get through it together”

— and she started tearing up as she was speaking🥺🥺 but she couldn’t handle the attention so “that’s all i have to say, stop looking at me”

— then she made eye contact with lia in the crowd and started crying

— nabi: and you havent *sobs* even been *sobs* to *sobs* my apartment yet *sobs*

— then it turned into yuna and nabi hugging each other while crying

— yuna: unnie *sobs* said if lia unnie doesn’t *sobs* like her *sobs* apartment *sobs* then she’ll move out

— then you’ve got ryujin “but when we sent jisu unnie the photos, she said it was cute”

— nabi: THAT DOESN’T MEAN SHE LIKED IT *sobs*

— it was just crying and crying

— yeji, ryujin, and chaeryeong trying to get the oldest and youngest to stop crying

— chaeryeong: unnie, your parents are telling you to wipe your tears and stop crying

— “my parents are here😭😭? do you WaNt Me To CrY a RiVeR??”

— somebody please get this girl tissues bcs it was getting ugly atp😭😭😭

— and midzys are watching all of this happen mind you

— tuna crying and holding onto each other went viral and you know it!

— but then they both calmed down

— nabi: i need to take a nap

— and lets go home everybody!

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 10. pretty boy

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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smau + (1.8k) written work

warnings: suggestive jokes, ...nothing rlly,,,, tooth rotting fluff?

You let out a low whistle, Jake grinning wolfishly at your reaction. For a university, DCLS definitely invested a lot into their dressing rooms. Five vanities set with their own lights and chairs, which had to be comfortable considering Jay was already napping in one of them. If anything, the professional atmosphere of the room was kind of daunting and you shifted your bag on your shoulder awkwardly. I really hope I don’t fuck anything up today.

Looking over your shoulder to check that the makeup artists were already unpacking their equipment, you gently set down your own bag on the floor of the farthest station. You glance over to the couch to see Sunghoon smiling at you cheekily. 

“Hey Mo-” 

“Please do not finish that sentence,” you groan, taking a seat next to him. Sunghoon nods, giving you a mock salute. Satisfied by his obedience, you continue to take in your surroundings, mentally noting the absence of Niki, Jungwon and Heeseung. 

“Jungwon’s grabbing some drinks and food with the other boys,” a knowing voice cuts through your thoughts. Startled, you look over to meet Jay’s discerning eyes. “Oh-  I wasn’t -”

He simply cuts you off with a scoff, “Yeah right, you look like a lost puppy. He’ll be here soon.” 

Rolling your eyes, you kick at his shin playfully, “I was actually looking for Heeseung and Niki, thank you very much. You wound me Jay, I can’t believe you would think so lowly of me, maybe you’re just projecting honestly” 

“Yeah, sure I am” He waves you off, “Wanna see the stage outfits Y/N?” Jay offers a hand which you gratefully take, letting him tug you to your feet. You follow him to the back where the numerous clothing racks stand, boasting a variety of outfits. 

“Damn, these are nice. You guys even have outfit changes? Who’s the stylist? They have good taste.” You finger the fabric of the clothes carefully, noting the brands and styles.

“Styled by me actually, pretty sick huh?” Jay says smugly with his arms crossed over his puffed chest. You giggle, nodding in agreement, you were no stranger to professionals in the fashion industry and Jay’s selection definitely did not fall short.

“I see how you blew the budget though, full Chrome Hearts? Damn, we definitely have to go shopping together Jay, my treat.” you say distractedly as you admire the silver attachments on the blazer. 

“Where are we going?” a voice asks softly into your ear, Jungwon’s familiar scent flooding your nose as his arm snakes around your waist. You ignore the way your skin prickles at the feeling, turning around to face him with a raised brow. 

“What do you mean we? Jay and I are going to go shopping. Isn’t that right Jay?” you ask pointedly. You falter slightly at the smirk on Jungwon’s face, trying to step back to regain some much needed space and air. 

Jungwon only chuckles, tightening his hold on your torso. “Jay’s actually busy. Isn’t that right hyung?” You shoot Jay a desperate look over your shoulder but he only raises his hands in surrender, sauntering away from the pair of you. 

“Pussy” you scowl bitterly as you watch Jay retreat safely to Jake’s side. You shift your gaze accusingly to Jungwon, ”You suck, I wanted him to pick out my clothes for me. He has a really good style.” 

“Take me,” Jungwon smiles brightly, “I know best what looks good on you anyways.” 

“Not like I have much of a choice now. I hate you Yang Jungwon,” you puff out your cheeks in annoyance, eliciting a laugh from your captor. 

He squishes your face together in his hands, forcibly deflating your cheeks, “ Yeah right, you loveeee me. Come on Y/N, I got you your favorite drink, you’re not allowed to be mad at me sweetheart” 

Finally breaking free of his hold, you huff, walking towards the other boys. “I should’ve never introduced you to Hyuck, you get more and more insufferable everyday.” You give both Niki and Heeseung swift side hugs in greeting before you somehow end up back in Jungwon’s grasp. 

Polite introductions are made between the boys and the four makeup artists, and the boys play rock paper scissors to choose who’ll go first. Jungwon isn’t the slightest bit upset when he falls into the second slot, instead opting to tug you towards the empty vanity in the corner. 

He takes a seat, swiveling the chair towards you, beaming up at you expectantly. You stare at him blankly and he sighs, motioning at your bag on the floor. “I saw you brought your stuff, come on you can do my makeup.”

“Oh fuck no Jungwon, I just brought that in case something went wrong or we were running late. We are in neither of those predicaments thank god so just leave it to the professionals. I don’t wanna mess up your makeup on an important day,” you shake your head vehemently. 

Jungwon slumps, looking up at you in exasperation, “Oh come on Y/N, I know you’ll do amazing. Plus I feel uncomfortable with strangers touching my face, I want you to do it. Please?”

Unconvinced, you grimace and try to refuse but are quickly silenced by Jungwon reaching out to grasp your hand. He gives your arm a playful shake until you’re forced to look into his eyes with a sigh.

I'm not gonna cave this time. Fuck you and your big sparkly eyes Yang Jungwon. You chant to yourself internally. 

“Y/N please? For me?” He says softly and you can almost audibly hear the sound of your willpower disintegrating into dust. 

Letting out a groan, you run your hands through your hair in frustration. “Alright fine, but if I fuck up I don't want to hear any complaints.” 

Jungwon smiles triumphantly, leaning back into his chair comfortably as you begin rummaging through your bag, unpacking all your equipment. Pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you scroll through your Spotify queuing up some songs. You slot an AirPod in your ear, wordlessly handing the other to Jungwon.

You begin working, humming along to your music under your breath. Jungwon melts under your touch, the soothing brush of your fingers and the gentle press of the sponge against his skin. 

“Can you look up for me?” you ask and Jungwon tilts his head back. “No, not like that, keep your head still just look up.” you snicker. Jungwon knits his brows in confusion, ultimately tilting his head up again. 

Exasperated, you grasp onto the nape of his neck, guiding his head to the proper position and holding it there. “Now, look up at the ceiling, I need to set your under eyes before they crease,” you instruct impatiently. 

Jungwon’s eyes follow as instructed to the ceiling before flickering down to settle on you. Suddenly you’re all too aware of the weight of his gaze on your face and the placement of your hand against the back of his neck. You retract your hand quickly as if the skin contact had scalded you. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to man handle you.” You clear your throat awkwardly, turning away to grab the powder. Discreetly, Jungwon watches your reflection in the mirror, a small smile growing on his lips as he notes the slight flush that warms your cheeks. He bites it back as you turn around, quickly fixing his eyes back up on the ceiling. 

You pat in the powder, leaning back to examine his completed base, giving a satisfied hum. 

“Look good?” Jungwon asks quietly. 

“As good as you can,” you tease, to which Jungwon pinches your waist swiftly in response.

Jungwon grants you free reign with his eye makeup and you run with it. Gently diffusing soft browns into his crease and emphasizing the curve of his eyes with a thin liner. 

“Look at me?” you command and Jungwon obliges, his pupils dilating when he opens his eyes to find your face inches from his. You look at him intently, unaware of the way Jungwon wets his lips and his heart hammers against the confines of his chest. She does this on purpose I swear to god. 

Seemingly pleased by your handiwork, you brush some stray hairs out of Jungwon’s face and step back with a wide grin. “You look pretty” you say easily, invoking a choked laugh out of Jungwon’s tightened chest. “All done! Just need some tinted chapstick, but I’ll let you do that part yourself.” 

Jungwon nods, spreading the balm across his lips and turning back towards you for a final once over. He startles when you reach out to cup his chin, thumb finding the corner of his lip and sweeping against it carefully. 

“You smudged a little on the corner,” you clarify, stifling a smirk at Jungwon’s wide-eyed countenance. He rolls his eyes, shoving you away lightly before standing up and admiring his reflection. 

“See? I knew you would do good,” he pinches your cheek affectionately , dodging the swat you aim his way. His group members echo his sentiments, patting you on the back and ruffling your hair humorously. 

As the performance time nears, Jungwon finds himself stretched in all directions, talking to the director, audio team and running around to make sure all his members are taken care of. Everytime he looks for a second to breathe with you, he’s pulled away again leaving you nothing but an apologetic look. You give him an understanding shake of your head and a wave away his pout, busying yourself with Sunoo and helping the staff. 

It isn’t until the final calls are made and the boys are filing out of the room that Jungwon’s at his wits end. After affirming with darting glances that everyone was too occupied to notice your absence, he pulls you into a nook behind the changing partitions. 

Shaking off your shock at the ambush, you tilt your head up at him with an amused smile, “Hey Jungwon, fancy meeting you here.”

Jungwon doesn’t respond, wordlessly pulling you into a tight embrace. You falter for a second at the shaky breath that escapes him before wrapping your arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly. 

Jungwon finally pulls away letting out a deep exhale, “Sorry, I was just kind of going insane and I needed a moment. I’m good now.” 

You take his hand, giving it a firm squeeze, “You got this Wonnie, you’ve worked your ass off for weeks. You’re gonna do amazing, I’ll be watching from the crowd okay?” Jungwon stares back at you with an unreadable expression on his face , leaning in until you feel the ghost of his breath against your lips. 

“Jungwon! Where are you bro we gotta go!” Jake calls out, breaking both of you from your reverie. 

Jungwon steps back from where he had been caging you into the wall, giving you a sheepish smile. “See you after the performance?” 

You smile back fondly, “Yeah, I’ll see you Jungwon. Good luck.” He gives you one last dimpled smile, before turning and scampering towards the direction of Jake’s voice. 

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a/n: hey :) miss me? posting this at 2 AM bc i've been depriving everyone ajsksk. I will do my best to get back on my regular schedule. lmk what y'all thought :))))) also i cant believe we're alr at ch 10

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[mediocre-daydreams]

you do james' makeup

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**note: not every skin tone and type chooses to/frequently use certain products (ex. blush on dark skin, eyeshadow on monolids), so for the sake of the inclusivity, i’m having reader buy products specifically for james and his facial features

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and what’s this?” james wonders, holding up a circular container with a rosy product within. “ah, i know! it’s blush, isn’t it?”

“it is!” your heart seemed to melt and drip like warm candle wax as you watched james dig through a little bag of makeup with genuine curiosity. you loved that about james: he was never one to dim his self expression. you’d think that james potter, hogwarts heartthrob, quidditch captain, and trust fund baby would be a bit conceited, perhaps overly concerned with appearances, but that wasn’t james at all. he had no desire to flaunt his masculinity nor did he shy away from things traditionally considered feminine; he liked to say that nothing has a gender! was diggory seriously trying to say my patterned socks were effeminate? he wishes he could pull off heart-patterned socks like me.

“how come even beauty products are beautiful?” james mumbled to himself as he sorted through different eyeshadows you’d picked out together at hogsmeade. the store had a limited edition quidditch line and james bought nearly every single item, promising to use them. (the both of you knew you’d end up sharing them with the girls for parties or spontaneous makeovers.)

“how come people who buy beauty products are already beautiful?” you smiled, pressing a doting kiss to james’ cheek. he blushed. “hey, you’re blushing! you don’t even need any makeup for that.”

james slapped his hands over his cheeks in embarrassment. “i’m not blushing!” he shook his head. “i dunno what you’re on about. maybe all the product fumes are making you hallucinate.”

you snorted. “we haven’t even opened anything.”

james shook his head in sarcastic agreement. “alright, smartmouth. show me where to start.”

you peeled open a bottle of sunscreen-primer. squeezing some onto your fingertips, you began to rub it into his skin with gentle circles. james closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of your caressing touch.

“james. jamie. the love of my life. i cannot believe you’ve gone your entire life without sunscreen!” you shuddered. “i hate to think of you on the quidditch pitch, sunscreenless.”

james’ eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t open his eyes. “hey, i wear sunscreen during games!”

“you’re supposed to wear it every day! on your face, at the very least.”

he opened one eye cautiously. “i’ll wear it only if you’re the one putting it on me,” he raised his eyebrows suggestively. “think about it! we could start the day off… you and me… you’re putting white stuff on my face just like-”

“merlin, that’s the third innuendo you’ve made today! it’s literally one in the afternoon!”

“hey, that’s pretty tame for me,” james huffed.

you finished rubbing in the sunscreen, tracing his cheeks with your thumbs lovingly before reaching for the makeup bag. “what next?”

james hummed, digging through the products. “can you make me all chiseled, like sirius?” he grinned crookedly, pushing his chin up and looking thoughtfully to the side. “make me look like a greek god.”

you laughed, smacking his bicep. “you’re plenty pretty, james. please don’t become sirius. it’d be so weird kissing you then.”

“i heard that!” sirius groaned from the other side of the room, where he was napping under a mound of blankets.

“go back to sleep, padfoot! nobody likes you!” james shouted.

“you already have such lovely bone structure, james. i dunno what to do.” you waved a brush around for emphasis. “what if we just do blush instead?”

james smiled. his eyes crinkled in the corners, making you smile back at him with the dopiest, most adoring look you could muster. james poked you in the cheek. “why are y’lookin’ at me like that?” he teased.

“like what?” you retorted. “i think you’re hallucinating from all the- the sunscreen fumes.”

he chuckled, resting four large, calloused fingers beneath your chin. he leaned in until his nose was just inches from yours. “i think you’re lying. i think you love me,” he smirked, his voice low and gravelly.

you tried to keep a straight face. (key word: tried.) “i do, james. i really, really do.”

“good!” he chirped, pulling away from you immediately. your mouth dropped in frustration. “now make me all pink!”

you sighed. what a tease, he was. you opened up the blush and swirled the soft brush around the compact powder and then painted it across james’ cheeks and the tip of his nose. james sneezed.

“am i allergic?” he gulped, feeling his face for any abnormal reaction.

“no, james!” you laughed. “just excess powder, s’all.”

james looked down bashfully. “you’re too smart for me.”

you took james’ hands in your own. “oh please, you’re much too pretty for me. or for anyone, in that matter.”

james tutted disapprovingly as you reached for some mascara and an eyelash curler. “don’t say that about my baby!” he exclaimed. “no, you’re not allowed to say that!”

he looked truly panicked as you turned around, grabbing your forearms with conviction. “you don’t actually think that, do you?”

“no, james!” you simpered. “don’t be silly. i know my worth, and i know yours too.”

from his corner, sirius stuck his arm in the air. “stop being gushy and cute,” he whined. “it’s giving me a headache.”

“muffliato,” you muttered under your breath. “now we’re all good.”

james quirked your nose affecctionately. “like i said, clever girl.”

you rolled your eyes, secretly basking in his praise. “can i do your eyelashes next?”

james nodded eagerly. his excitement quickly faded when you held up the curler.

“bloody hell, what is that? have i done something wrong? why do you wield a weapon, my fair maiden?” he cried theatrically, pulling himself away from you.

“it makes your eyelashes curly!” you made a swooshing motion with the hand that still held the curler. “so they stand up taller and they’re more prominent.”

“it looks like my quidditch mouthguard plus a pair of scissors,” he whispered, terrified. “it’s not going to hurt, is it?”

“no, jamie.” you brushed your knee against his reassuringly. “just close your eyes and i’ll do it for you. it won’t take more than a couple seconds.”

james winced, but sighed in defeat. “fine. but only because i trust you with my life. but if you rip out my eyelashes, i’ll throw you off the astronomy tower.”

james’ eyelids fluttered shut and you leaned in to begin curling. you saw him shiver as your breath danced over his skin. “that’s an empty threat. you’d catch me; you need me to sneak in snacks at your quidditch matches.”

you patted the side of james’ face to let him know you were done. james looked in the mirror and furrowed his eyebrows. “it barely did anything!” he lamented.

“let me do the mascara next! then you’ll see the difference,” you promised. “close your eyes again, please?”

james pouted childlishly but closed his eyes for you again. carefully, you began applying coats of the new mascara you’d purchased. it was brown—almost red—which he claimed was necessary to show his gryffindor pride. you thought it matched his skin tone perfectly.

“all done!” you declared, twisting the tube shut and handing james the mirror. james inspected himself and beamed, looking from his reflection to you to his reflection to you again.

“i love it!” he remarked, turning his face in his mirror to fully appreciate your artistry. “you can see my freckles too! that’s so cute,” he gushed.

you let out an exasperated cry, burying your face in your hands. “damn it james, you’re too wonderful! i hate you so much. i can’t be around you; you make me crazy,” you sobbed, curling into yourself.

james’ innocent glee quickly morphed into an expression of smug mischeviousness. “you don’t hate me.” he wrapped his arms around your curled-up frame, squishing you further down with the weight of his torso. he smattered kisses wherever he could reach. “you don’t hate me, you love me. you looooove me. love love love love loooove.”

no matter how long you’d been together and how often you reminded each other of your love, james always managed to make your heart skip with every cocky smirk or soft whisper or casual compliment, and you hated how much he could see through you.

“i love you,” you conceded, voice muffled from beneath james’ body. “there, happy?”

“very.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Sarah, I literally love you so much you're one of the best people on this app istg❤️

If it's not too much trouble, for the joseph quinn x princess reader can we get something like Joe and readers nighttime routine?

I'm quite particular about my skincare but sometimes I'm soooo lazy and too tired to do it and I need someone like Joe to treat me like a princess and do it for me🥹

Or something similar if you don't vibe w/ that, anything like that would be super cool if you could, please & thank you🫶🩶

Hellooo lovey!! Awe oh my goodness you’re too sweet omg🥹 I literally love YOUUU so much!!! I absolutely can give you some Joseph Quinn and his Princess’s nighttime routine! I feel you on the skin care like I’m obsessed with it but also half the time don’t want to be bothered with it😩😂 so I hope you enjoy, I gave you some conversations that you’d have throughout the night💖

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*You have a thing for skincare…you just don’t always want to bother with it so that’s where Joe comes in*

“My love you have to be still or it’s going to be all wonky looking.” “Sorry I’m just sleepy…that’s a little tight.” “Sorry baby…did you have a long day hmmm? Spent too much time out at the shops with your friends?” “It was fun but yes…I didn’t get my usual nap so I got a little cranky.” “You do like your little half hour mid day nap don’t you love?…how’s that? Need me to redo it? I’m still new on the whole French braid thing.” “I can’t help it…working mornings and getting off in the afternoon just makes it hard for me to not need a nap…oh yes it looks great.” “I for one am pro nap…I enjoy when you’re all sleepy and cuddly in the middle of the afternoon.”

“I’m too sleepy…I don’t want to.” “Baby…you know you’ll be very annoyed in the morning when you wake up and your face is all dry…” “can you…do it for me?” “Put on your skincare? Sure love..you just have to tell me what order you do things in because there’s…a lot.” “I can do that…you really don’t mind?” “Of course not my darling…now what’s first?” “That green bottle…yeah that one it’s my serum to make me look radiant…do you think it works?” “Oh yes it works you’re always looking absolutely radiant love…how’s that feel? I’m not being too rough right?” “It feels amazing…I’m never applying my own skincare again.” “Oh is that so?” “Next is the gold bottle that’s my nighttime face cream…don’t forget to drag it down the neck.” “Jesus this stuff is quite thick…so down the neck…got it…that feel okay?” “Mhhmmm” “baby…come on you can’t possibly be falling asleep while sat on the bathroom counter.” “You underestimate my ability to sleep anywhere…” “what’s the last step love?” “Eye cream…tiny white jar….you don’t need a lot and use your ring finger and tap it in.” “Okay..tap it..in…like that?…are we done now?” “Yes…can we go lay down now?” “Yes baby we can go lay down now.”

“You said we can lay down…” “and you can love…I’m just going to rub your feet with that lotion you like and put those socks on that have the little hearts all over them.” “Oh but I got those new ones with smiley faces on them at the store today.” “Did you? Would you like to wear those instead love?” “Yes please…” “okay…get comfortable for me…perfect…left foot please baby…that’s a good girl thank you…” “will you read to me tonight?” “Sure princess what do you feel like reading tonight?…right foot now love…thank you.” “I like that poetry book you’ve been reading to me lately.” “Oh good choice baby…okay feet are nice and cozy let’s get comfy shall we?” “My feet are very happy…thank you.” “You don’t have to thank me baby…you know I love pampering you.” “I love you Mr. Quinn.” “I love you too Princess.”

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The Isles of Blirrosia: Chapter Three

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Saffron opened her wallet to retrieve her keycard so that she could access the elevator. Her dorm was on the 9th floor—no way would she ever use the stairs.

Once she stepped in the elevator, Saffron instantly felt a chill crawl up her spine and a scarlet haze form around her field of vision. Her heart began to race as if she was about to be crushed by a boulder. A knot tightened in her gut as she felt her stomach plummet to her feet. Then the gasping started. Air…oxygen…where did it go? She couldn’t breathe! It was like her lungs were being filled with dirt! Hundreds of thousands of tiny, scraping sensations bombarded her all at once. It was suffocating! The feeling grew in her lungs, and–no. It wasn’t the same. It was worse. Way worse! Thorns ripped into the flesh of her throat, then tore their way up. Scarlet vines ripped out of her mouth; warm, scarlet blood splattered over her torso and dripped from her face. She felt a throbbing pain in her knees as she brought her head closer to her thighs. Pale pink skin and magenta hair, all of that was normal! But the rest…what was going on? This isn’t right! Scarlet rivers continued to flow in rivulets from her mouth to where she rested her head on the floor, forming a scarlet halo of blood to soak into her hair. Whimpering, Saffron frantically grasped at her neck in an attempt to ameliorate the pain. It dawned on her. She was going to die. Her family and friends would be devastated that she was killed in a dirty, gray elevator all alone at only eighteen-years—

Ding!

The doors slid open, interrupting her train of thought. As quickly as it started, her torture ceased. 

“Uhhh, Saffron? What are you doing on the floor?”

Saffron opened her eyes—she didn’t remember closing them, but that was the least of her concerns—sure enough, she was in a fetal position on the floor. She looked up and saw a young, dark-skinned girl with chocolate braids and red accessories. Her roommate! She had to warn her.

“Minnie!” She sat up, “Don’t go in the elevator; take the stairs!”

“You’re out of your mind! We’re too hi—”

Saffron leaped out of the elevator and clutched her roommate’s hands. “Mimi, you have to listen to me. It’s dangerous in there. We need to let the staff know.”

Ding!

“Let the staff know what?” a girl with blonde space buns asked as she clicked the elevator button. “You can tell me. It’s kinda my job.”

“Cleo!” Saffron exclaimed, delighted to see their resident advisor. “The elevator! There were these vines and—”

Ding!

Saffron pointed to the opening elevator doors. “See, look!” 

Minnie and Cleo followed Saffron’s finger and saw a gray elevator in need of some cleaning.

“Uh, Saffron? Did you hit your head this morning? This isn't like you at all.”

“No! I don’t—I don’t understand. This makes no sense, it makes no sense at all! Red, evil thorns and vines were trying to suffocate me!” 

Cleo and Minnie glanced at each other before looking at the young, pink girl in distress.

“Look,” Cleo said. “I’ll walk you back to your dorm. You should take some medicine before getting some rest. When’s your next class?”

“At four, but—”

Ding!

“It’s okay! It’ll be okay. Just…just take a nap.”

“I–okay.” There was no use. She had never felt something like that before in her life! But, nothing remained; no sand, no thorns, and no vines. Saffron didn’t even want to know how crazy she looked. She had no choice but to drop it.

Ding!

Cleo took Saffron's hand in hers and started walking her to her dorm, but Saffron couldn’t take her eyes off Minnie as she stepped into the cursed elevator. This was it. This was the end of her roommate. No more late-night conversations, no more rigged card games, and she’ll have one less friend. Zain was right, and not even in the way he meant. Any moment now and she’ll start suffocating too. Any…moment now? Or now?

She winced as her roommate pushed the lowest button and whipped out her phone, probably to pirate some new movie. 

Ding!

“See. Nothing happened. She’s okay, and you are too. Let’s go.”

“Yeah, okay,” Saffron gulped. She couldn’t believe it. Seeing the empty elevator was one thing, but having another person go in only for nothing to happen. She was more than happy that her roommate was safe, but this was a lot for her to unpack. But, before she could dwell on it further, she saw the familiar numbers on her door.

“Okay, here’s your stop. Get some rest, Saffron.” 

Cleo lingered in front of the door, so Saffron just thanked her, said goodbye, and unlocked her room. Upon entering the dorm, a repulsive odor attacked her nose. Not again. On her desk, Saffron saw what once were beautiful lavenders drowning in stale water. She cringed as she recalled how she had forgotten to change the water for the past two days. Minnie probably would’ve warned her too if it wasn’t for her meltdown by the elevator. 

Saffron let out a noise of frustration as she slid down her door. She closed her eyes and rested her head between her knees—a tried and true method for keeping her head calm when she was practicing with her aptitude, but it worked wonders for everyday irritation. 

After some time, she opened her eyes. A few moments later they landed on something that left her with goosebumps prickling through her skin. No way.

She carefully crawled forward and kneeled in front of the object of her attention. 

In front of her knees lay a fresh cluster of clovers tamed together by an imperial blue ribbon. ______________________________________________________________

“Mimi, you’re positive?”

“For the umpteenth time, yes, I’m sure Saffron. The floors were clear when I left, and there definitely weren’t any clovers lying around.”

Saffron frowned as she placed the bouquet in the vase filled with crystal-clear water. “This is getting crazy! I was wondering before how Matteo got in without anyone noticing, but this is something else.” He had to have entered the building and up to their floor without anyone noticing, which was hard enough as one of the most popular heroes across the world. Furthermore, he had to have done it after Minnie left, but before Cleo and Saffron arrived at the door. That didn’t leave a lot of time.

“I guess if he tried, his aptitude could allow for it.” Minnie was right about that. Matteo had emotional empowerment, so he could technically enhance his legs to go faster. It still didn’t account for the stealth, and Saffron told her as much.

“Well, who else could it be? Matteo is rich; the number of commissions that he receives alone pays enough for a large family. He could easily pay for someone to do it.”

“He’d have to find someone with a stealth or long-range light aptitude for it to work—we know from before that he doesn’t cut the security cameras.” That would cause too much attention. 

“Would that be hard for him though?” Minnie asked.

Saffron knew it was Matteo—he practically admitted to it this morning! But, deep in her heart, she knew something wasn’t adding up. 

“This isn’t fair, Saffron. Matteo has been pulling this since you turned eighteen, which means he’s probably had his eye on you for years. The press is too concerned about your family while that scumbag remains at the top of the popularity charts!”

This conversation is going down a path similar to the one she had with Lai and Zain outside. She glanced at the clock. She had spent a lot of time on the phone and searching every nook and cranny for signs of breaking in, but to no avail. Their dorms weren’t even that big; two beds, two desks, two closets, and a window. 2:58. There wasn’t enough time for her to rest now. Saffron sighed.

 “Okay.” She paused. “Okay. There’s nothing we can do. I’m gonna keep a better eye out next time.”

“That’s what we’ve been saying. But I suppose there isn’t anything we can do.” An inaudible noise came from wherever Minnie was. “All right, Saffron. I gotta go. Try to get some rest, even if it’s not much. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay. Bye, Mimi.” She ended the call. 

Suddenly, the day’s events took a toll on her body all at once. She felt her shoulders sag as she made her way to her bed with shuffling steps. She flopped facefirst onto her pillow and felt her body slowly go numb before she drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

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Five Guardians and a Baby

Summary: When the Guardians of the Galaxy are tasked with returning a baby to her home planet, they find themselves becoming very attached to her along the way

 Written for: @the-slumberparty ‘s Christmas in July Challenge

 Words: 1594

 Prompt: Found Family

 Pairing: Peter Quill x Gamora (briefly mentioned)  

 Warnings: Kind of a rough start but ultimately a lot of fluff, also a bittersweet ending

 A/N: While the piece itself isn’t festive, I did like the found family trope. Also, sort of set between the two movies.

 The Guardians of the Galaxy recently landed on a planet. They thought they would stock up on supplies but their landing came with a rude shock. Whatever had come through before they arrived had totally razed the town. Fire was everywhere and no matter where you looked there was death and destruction. Peter ran ahead in total disregard for his own safety to search for survivors. The longer he searched, the more his heart sank until finally, he heard the sound of a baby crying. He raced to the sound and discovered a badly injured man holding a wailing infant. It was clear they were not from this planet.

 “Please… you have to help me,” he begged.

 Peter knelt down beside the man.

 “What happened here?” he asked.

 “We were visiting this nation as a part of our traditional peace treaty between our people but… a huge beast attacked…” the man wheezed before bursting into a fit of coughs.

 “The beast was slaughtered but not before it killed almost everyone here… take the princess… explain to my people what happened here… My royal seal will allow you entrance into the palace…”

 The man took off an official looking pendant from around his neck and placed onto the wiggling bundle. Princess Saphrinia held the crest in her little hands and continued to cry.

 “Keep… keep her safe…”

 Peter nodded and picked her up. The man gave a grateful smile before passing away. Peter gave the man a moment of silence before taking the baby back to the others to explain what had just happened.

 That was how the Guardians of the Galaxy ended up taking care of a baby princess.

…

 The first few days were a learning curve. Rocket didn’t even want to take a baby on board but when giving some thought that Saphrinia was in fact a princess, he thought that maybe her family might pay handsomely for her safe return. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have a clue how to care for her, that was everybody else’s problem. However, it did bother him when the baby wouldn’t stop crying.

 “Make it stop!” Rocket shouted, coving his ears.

 “I’ve done everything! I’ve tried feeding her, burping her, putting her down for a nap…” Gamora stated, trying to sway with the unhappy child.

 “Maybe she needs changing?” Peter suggested.

 “Well, I ain’t doing it!” Rocket protested.

 “I’m not doing it,” Peter argued.

 “Make Gamora do it. She’s the woman,” Rocket huffed.

 “Excuse me?!”

 Gamora placed Saphrinia down and started fighting with the two males. Neither them even noticed when Drax picked up the baby and calmly changed her without complaint. After a few moments, they did notice when the shrieking had stopped and looked at Drax in surprise.

 “You forget, I once was a father,” he explained.

 The trio fell silent, feeling a touch of guilt.

 Saphrinia cooed and sleepily laid her head against his chest. Drax carried her to the makeshift nursery they had set up on the ship and laid her down for a nap.

 “Little princess, one day you will grow into a strong, independent woman. You will grow into a fierce warrior and have the armies of Thanos trembling at your feet… rest for now,” he softly smiled, watching the girl snuggle up and fall asleep.

…

 Some time later, Peter went into the nursery to check on Saphrinia. He smiled as he saw her yawn and rub her eyes.

 “Hey, little sleepy princess. Did you have a good nap?” he asked, picking her up.

 Saphrinia cooed and cuddled him.

 “Do you want to come with me to the local bar and help me pick up chicks?”

…

 After they had first picked up Saphrinia, the Guardians had stopped at the nearest inhabited planet to stock up on supplies and do any necessary repairs to the Milano as well as get what they might need for the baby. Peter had noticed a tavern there but hadn’t had the chance to visit until now. He ordered a drink for himself and something non-alcoholic and suitable for Saphrinia.

 “Now let’s scope the local talent,” he muttered to himself.

 Saphrinia babbled and looked up at him.

 “You know, you’re pretty cute, kid. A real babe magnet,” he smiled.

 The baby smiled back at him, showing off the few teeth she had.

 “I actually want to have kids some day but I worry I’m not going to be a good dad… my own old man ran out on us before I was born so I don’t really have a good role model… well, I suppose Yondu did the best he could but do I really want to raise a kid like that?”

 Saphrinia blinked up at him, drinking from her sippy cup.

 “Okay, here we go… two hot babes incoming, act cute.”

…

 After some time, Gamora went to check on Saphrinia only to find her not in her crib. She ran out to see if any of the others had her.

 “Rocket, have you seen Saphrinia?”

 “No… Maybe Drax has her,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the repair he was working on.

 “He said he hasn’t seen her since he put her down for a nap,” she explained, starting to feel the slightest bit of worry.

 “Maybe he lost her but then again, who would be stupid enough to lose… Quill!”

 The pair of them came to the conclusion together. They knew Peter had been thinking about going to the tavern and if he had Saphrinia, that would be where they would be.

…

 When the two Guardians found Peter Quill, he had two gorgeous women hanging off his every word and fussing over the baby. Rocket went over there and tore strips off him while Gamora took the baby and headed back to the ship with her.

 “Ugh. Men,” Gamora scoffed. “One day, you’re going to have to know how to handle yourself around men like that. Don’t be fooled by their pelvic sorcery. See through their act and strike first.”

 Saphrinia grinned cheekily at her. Gamora wasn’t even sure if the infant even understood the words she was saying but it was nice to have some kind of female companionship.

…

 They travelled many days with Saphrinia which bled into some weeks. During that time, they became quite close and fond of the baby princess.

 One day, Peter was walking by a doorway when he spotted Groot and Saphrinia sitting in the middle of some kind of deep conversation. With every “I am Groot,” the small walking tree spoke, the child would respond with a babble or coo. Every now and then, one of them would giggle or laugh. Peter quietly called the others over to watch the two children bonding. They smiled, enjoying watching the pair of them happily chatting about… whatever it was they were chatting about. Peter put his arm around Gamora’s waist and she laid her head on his shoulder. Then Saphrinia did something she had never done before… She managed to push herself up onto her chubby little legs and stood up. She wobbled and fell back down onto her bottom but got back up. Saphrinia took one step, then another. They were all so proud of her.

 “That’s my girl! Come to Uncle Peter!” he cooed, holding his arms out to her.

 Saphrinia completely ignored the man and made a bee line straight to the racoon.

 “No, no. Go to Quill. Go to Quill,” Rocket protested.

 Saphrinia wrapped her pudgy arms around him. Rocket’s body stiffened for a moment before he slowly returned the hug and gave her a pat on the back.

 “Uh… Good job with the walking thing, kid,” he praised.

 Saphrinia smiled brightly and waddled off for a hug from Gamora. Rocket smiled softly before spotting Peter grinning at him.

 “What?!” Rocket snapped.

 “You big softie,” Peter grinned.

 “Quill, I am not above biting you,” Rocket warned, storming off.

 Despite his tough guy exterior, Rocket did truly care for the little girl.

…

 Finally, the day came for the Guardians of the Galaxy to say goodbye to Saphrinia. The three adults and racoon (although he wouldn’t admit it) had come to think of her as their daughter and Groot thought of her as his sister. Saphrinia’s parents paid them a big reward for the safe return of the baby princess but leaving her was the hardest thing they ever had to do. Rocket tried to make a big deal they only brought her back for the payout but Peter was sure he saw the racoon wiping a few tears as they headed off.

 They knew one day; they would see her again. With her parent’s guidance, Saphrinia would blossom and become the queen she was destined to become. Her time with the Guardians would become one of her earliest memories and she would treasure them always. The Guardians of the Galaxy would always be welcomed on her planet. Even if it was for a short time in her life, they were her family.

#navy and roo's sleepover #Five Guardians and a Baby #guardians of the galaxy #Marvel #Rocket #Peter Quill #Gamora #peter quill x gamora #Groot #Drax #found family #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot

[nanamismoonchild]

→chapter 1: Mission

→ pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon

→ genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.

→ summary:Afternoon is a rebel that was recruited by the agency called the Facility. The Facility’s main goal is: overthrow the government.  A few days after a mission gone wrong, Afterrnoon and her team are told to go on a rescue mission. This mission will require for her team to go to the one place they’ve been avoiding.

→ rating: 18+  

→wc: 2.4k

→warnings: spitting on face, misuse of authority, fighting, hint at trauma, mention of (maybe) death

→  author’s note:  YES I DID IT! I POSTED IT ON TIME AHAHAHAHHAHA. Thank you to Indigo @playmetheclassics​ for betaing for me. i love you :D. (i think she’s doing it so she can get off the fight list but whatever). but please, enjoy this chapter! the poll is at the end!

if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Better yet, just yell at me until I notice you.  

She could hear her heart pounding. A loud bum bum bum resounding through her body. The ache in her legs matched its rhythm, screaming Slow down! Stop!

But she couldn’t.

They were coming. She might not have been able to see them or hear them. But they were near.

Keep going. Keep going, she chanted to herself, hoping boosting herself up would help her run faster.

As long as she ran, they couldn’t catch her. That was their sick, twisted game.

Run as fast as you can. And don’t stop. We’ll  be  right behind you.  

Her and her team had taken off running–two of whom had looked for an escape. They had stopped.  She could still hear their screams inside her head next to the pounding of her heart.  She would cry for them later.

Right now, she just needs to keep running. Until they decided she could stop. Or until one of the remaining team members had found a way out of this dark place.

Keep going. Keep going.

“Good Afternoon!” A high pitched voice squeaked near Afternoon’s ear.

“That fucking joke is dead,” she mumbled into her arm before sitting up and wiping the yuck away from her lips.

When her vision cleared, she found her bunkmate Aliah sitting on her nightstand. Aliah’s hazel eyes were trained onto Afternoon’s and twinkled with laughter. Her goddess braids that Afternoon thought were way too long to fight were spread around her thighs. The lamp and book Afternoon kept there had been moved to make way for her big ass.

Only Aliah was allowed to move Afternoon’s stuff and live. Then again, Aliah wasn’t scared of her roommate. She’d come back to life just to fuck with more of her things.  Besides Afternoon messed with her stuff too.

“It’s still fun to say though.”

I cannot wait to snatch this girl’s weave out her head.

“Girl, would you leave me alone? I’m trying to take a small nap before I whoop everybody’s ass. Especially yours.”

“You won’t be able to whoop this ass. Trust.”

Afternoon rolled her eyes before grabbing a pillow and swinging it at Aliah’s head. The cotton filled pillow did not nothing but make Aliah laugh as she smacked it away.

“Anyway, get up. Chief wants us in the training room for a debrief before we spar.”

“A debrief? The hell? For what? I’m not going on another mission. We just got back!”

“I know, Afternoon. But-”

“But nothing! Chief doesn’t have a right to send us back out there! Our team hasn’t recovered yet,” she began pacing the floor, hands stretching towards her to pull at her hair. “Hell, ‘recovered’ isn’t even the right word.  We’re just not ready for another mission.”

Aliah frowned, knowing Afternoon was right.  But it didn’t matter. If Chief wanted them to go into another mission, then into another mission they would go. Afternoon knew this.

Afternoon cursed under her breath and walked over to her closet to fish out her training clothes: a leather jumpsuit with a velcro strip across the back to stick a weapon there. Leather boots and gloves completed the look. The Facility wanted them to all look like knock-off versions of Black Widow.

The jumpsuit was tight but was easy to maneuver around it. A toolbelt sat at her waist and had an assortment of knicknacks nestled into the various pockets.  Rope, thinwire, pliers, you name it, it was there.

Once it was snug against her body, she nodded towards Aliah, who  struggled to put the suit on. The Facility hadn’t thought about the persons who may have voluptuous bodies when they recruited them. So Aliah, Afternoon, and a few others were always stuck jumping into their suits instead of sliding into them.  

“You ready, girly?” Aliah asked.

“I should be asking you that,” Afternoon mocked her.. “That ass is getting bigger. You had to leap into that suit.”

“Shut up!”

Afternoon giggled as she pressed the button to open the door into the hallway. The tinted blue lamps lit the corridor. The smell of freshly baked bread drafted towards her and made her stomach grumble. The kitchen was only a floor down, and when the air shifted, they could always get a wift of what was being made for dinner.

“You shouldn’t have skipped breakfast and lunch trying to get some sleep,” Aliah admonished her, making a ticking sound.

“Can’t change my actions from earlier, so I’ll have to deal with it,” she said, shrugging.

This was  Afternoon’s pet peeve for herself. If she dwelled on the past too long, wondering where she went wrong, she might never focus on the present or the future. Her solution was to make a better choice when presented with one.

Missing breakfast and lunch for some extra sleep was a choice she decided to take on her own.  And honestly, it was worth it. She felt more revitalized than she had in days.  

The doors of their floormates opened, showcasing other recruits for the Facility. The Facility had six floors in all in this building. But the Facility was housed in an old university . There were eight of them in all on this floor. Two to a room, but they were a team. Afternoon was the leader, and the rest of her team was made up of Aliah, as her second in command, Holly, Aria, Marigold,  Taylor, Lilith, Jack

The ways teams worked in the Facility was unusual for other districts. They were divided into three smaller groups that had specialized duties.

Afternoon, Aliah, and Jack made up the Action members.  Their group was essentially in charge of kicking ass first and asking questions later. They were given private lessons on the best way to disarm someone with a .47 pistol in the worst way possible. They were also taught how to use that same .47. They were taught how to protect their other team members and make extremely hard decisions if necessary.

Holly and Aria  made up the Computer Whizzes. Their group created any technology they may need on their missions like comm units and stun guns. They were in control of hacking into databases or security systems so the Covert team could get in and out.  

The Covert team was made up of Marigold, Taylor, and Lilith.  If a party needed to be crashed, these three were the ones to do it. In style, no less. Dresses were Marigold and Lilith’s favorite item in their closet, since they shared a room, and Taylor was their chaperone, when they decided they didn’t want to complain about having to conform to rich society’s ideals.

Marigold and Lilith’s door was the only one that didn’t open. The two girls didn’t come out of their room and chastise Afternoon about the crust that was around her eyes. They didn’t get on Aliah’s last nerve about why she didn’t use white eyeliner to make her eyes less surprised.

They didn’t come out of their rooms with their jumpsuits half-way open to show off their impressive cleavage.

No. And it was all Afternoon could do to stop her mind from hearing their screams and the sounds of feet running.

And the laughter.

Chief was a woman, who had no name other than Chief. That was what she had told them when they were first recruited. She was broad shouldered with a broad face. She was probably one of the most beautiful women in the days before the government decided to take over completely. Now she was a hardened soul of what used to be someone who partied all night long.

Blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and sea blue eyes with dark circles underneath stared at the six of the members.

Chief was standing behind her desk, arms crossed her torso.  She said nothing for a few minutes, letting her eyes linger on each of Afternoon’s team members. When her eyes landed on Afternoon, the air in the room shifted and Afternoon shivered with the amount of contempt that she was facing.

“Team Ace, please be seated. Except you Afternoon,” Chief commanded.  “You keep standing.”

As much as Afternoon wanted to throttle Chief, she obeyed and nodded towards the rest of her team. Chief may have authority over them, but the loyalty between Team Ace was through and through.  

They all sat in one of the plastic chairs surrounding the Chief’s desk, while Afternoon assumed the “parade rest” stance at Aliah’s side.

“You may all be wondering why I asked you to come here. I know all of you have just come back from a very important mission,” the Chief’s eyes began to harden. “But it’s because of that mission that you’re going on this next one.” She looked directly at Afternoon as she said her next part. “Your incompetence to make good choices resulted in unfortunate casualties-”

“Marigold and Lilith aren’t dead, Chief,” Aliah interrupted.

Chief cut her eyes at Aliah’s interruption and Afternoon was afraid that the commander would slap her second-in-charge.  

“They may as well be. We all know where they went!”

Her yelling made everyone wince. They did know where the two girls were. Afternoon had planned to believe that the girls were just using their resources and blending in order to escape. But the chief was right. The place they had been taken too was worse than hell itself.

“And it is your fucking fault, you stupid bitch!” Chief pointed a shaking finger at Afternoon. She was crying, those sea-blues becoming moist and red.

Jack and Taylor leapt up to keep their commander away from their leader.  None of them had seen their commander blame anyone for a mission gone wrong.  It was always the team’s fault–not a single individual. That member may beat themselves up on their own time, but the team took the brunt of it.

It’s why Aliah, Holly, and Aria stood in front of their leader ready to swing on Chief if needed.

“Marigold and Lilith made decisions that Afternoon could not change. She told us to run and that was what we all did. They decided to-” Aria began before the chief cried out:

“You think my daughters are idiots?”

Silence fell through the room as the commander’s words processed.

Jack goofily whispered loudly, “They look nothing like you.”

If Taylor hadn’t been holding Chief’s arms, Jack would have gotten knocked out.

“They look like me before the War. And their dad. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I placed that with you Afternoon. And that was a mistake.”

“Nothing about this was my mistake,” Afternoon defended herself. She wasn’t about to let Chief’s accusatory words mix with her guilt and leave her a hollow shell of misery. “Like Aria was saying, I told everyone to run. Hell, they told us to run. You saw our body cameras. Marigold and Lilith stopped and tried to find an escape. And unfortunately, they caught up to the girls.” Afternoon grimaced as she vividly remembered the screaming of the girls as they were dragged away.

Chief laughed maniacally.  “You say it’s not your fault, and yet it is!” She jerked Taylor across the table and punched Jack in the stomach, sending him to the floor holding on his stomach.

Holly screamed as Aria and Aliah raced over to check on their teammates.

“Chief, this is misconduct! Stop this now!”

“Shut up!”

Aria and Aliah had managed to help Taylor and Jack up and to a seat. The anger printed on their faces was enough to fuel Afternoon’s own rage. Not only was Chief out of her mind, but she had insulted Afternoon.

This wasn’t how a debriefing was supposed to go at all. They were supposed to receive files that were filled with notes and information pertaining to the mission. Instead, they were getting an emotional fit from their own commander.

Afternoon tried to use her calmest voice, but the underlying layer of frustration couldn’t be missed.

“My team and I will be taking our leave now. We have been insulted and abused,” she nodded towards Jack and Taylor. “We will be requesting a new commander-”

“You aren’t leaving until I say you do! Sit down!”

They refused until their legs unwillingly sped towards a seat and their asses were plopped into it.

Aliah hissed, “You’re not supposed to do that to us! What is wrong with you?” Chief said nothing but stomped over to her file cabinet and pulled out a single manila folder. She threw it at Afternoon’s head, which shouldn’t have been possible.  

She picked it up and found that it was stapled together. Convenient.

“What’s this, you crazy-”

“Read it.”  The commander sat down at her desk and watched as Afternoon opened the folder.

She figured she may as well obey until the sextet could leave and report her for misconduct. Her respect for the woman had dwindled, but there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that knew Chief was right. It was her fault.

Didn’t mean she wanted to hear it.  

The tension rose in the small room as Afternoon read the contents. Each page made Afternoon’s heart beat faster.  

They weren’t. They couldn’t.

She gripped the papers, crumpling them.

“We refuse this.”

“You can’t,” the commander plainly said.

“We can. We have a right to unless you’ve decided to go beyond the Facility’s rules and regulations. You’ve already broken several of them anyway.”

Chief smiled as nicely as a lion trapping its prey would.  She pushed back her chair and circled it to where Afternoon sat. She grabbed what she could of Afternoon’s leather armor and pulled her in.

Aria, Holly, and Aliah sat still but Afternoon knew that if they could, they’d be on top of the insane commander.

“Listen closely. You got my daughters taken-”

“How many times-”

Her cheek stung from the slap the commander landed on her. “I said listen closely!”

What is wrong with this woman?

“You got my daughters taken because of your choices! Now your choices will matter the most to you! I went through hell and back to get this approved by the Facility.”

“So you’re going to send me on a suicide mission?”

The team glanced at one another–the same question written on their faces.

“Afternoon, this mission is yours and yours only. I just wanted your team in here so they can witness it.”

“We’ve witnessed how deranged you are,” Aliah spat at her.

Chief wiped her cheek, never letting her eyes leave Afternoon’s, whose own eyes were wide and afraid.

The assignment was dangerous and absolutely crazy. Chief may as well have been express-shipping Afternoon to her own coffin. Her mission was to find Marigold and Lilith by going to the very place they were being kept as prisoners.

Disturbia.

The very name made Afternoon shake in her boots. Memories of the place flooded through her head. Vivid and terrifying memories that she had hoped would never resurface.  

“So let’s begin with your first choice of many,  Afternoon. Do you accept this mission?”

“You aren’t really giving her much of a choice, commander!” Holly yelled.

Chief ignored her, the sea blue eyes unwavering from Afternoon’s.  

“Afternoon, make your choice.”

HERE IS THE POLL

#hyunglinenetwork #btswritingcafe #kwriterworldnet #networkbangtan #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #ot7 bts #ot7 x reader #ot7 x OC #bts x reader #bts x oc #original character #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts

[justlydiasworld]

The Truth Stings.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Warning: Angst, strong language, arguments, drunk Robin, sensitive/ jealous reader.

Summary: Parties has been a huge thing back in the 80’s. And Steve Harrington, threw one. He was your best friend, and so was Robin. Steve insisted you guys come along but Robin was never the type to go to parties. But it hit her when Steve said that vickie was coming along as well. She begged you to come with her, so you did. But shit did it sting, you loved her. How come she didn’t realize that? You dropped so many hints, that even stupid Harrington noticed. Now she’s slipping away from your grip, until you had enough.

Authors note: Just wanted to let you guys know that I will be making a part two whenever I have the time, and my inbox and messages are open. I make blurbs,fanfics for certain characters, and just to let you know I’m doing this for you guys!!<3

“Come on you guys! Please, I’m just asking you guys to come along this party. Just this once. I promise I won’t invite you guys to anymore parties.” That was Steve. He was practically begging on his knees in front of your doorsteps. It was 8:00 pm and he made arrangements for a party at his house.

Robin was right beside you with her pj’s on, your parents were away and you invited her to sleep over at your house. “We said no, now go away dingus. You ruined my nap and cuddle time with (y/n).” Robin said while she rubs her eyes. “Yeah it’s 8:00 pm, everybody’s asleep. And we have work tomorrow morning. You know that Steve.” You said while you sigh and look at him with tired eyes.

He got up and patted his pants down, to get the dirt off him. “Well if this pushes your buttons a bit, and convinces you, vickie and-“ Robin heard that name and immediately went back to your room to change her clothes. “That was quick.I didn’t even get to finish what I was gonna say.” Steve said. Your heart sinked. And Steve noticed that look on your face. “You know I’ll just tell her that she isn’t coming so-“ Steve said, trying to make you feel better.

“-no no, it’s fine. I’ll come along, let me just go ahead and change.” You said while you turn your head and walk to the bathroom. Steve just sighs with his heart just clenching.He knew he shouldn’t have said anything, he knew how much you loved that girl. But he slipped up. And knowing harrington-you know he didn’t mean to say it on purpose.

As you finished getting ready-which took around twenty minutes, you got out looking like a hot meal. You didn’t notice but Robin was just,drooling. Day dreaming about whatever comes to her mind. Steve was in the car and waiting patiently for you to get in. You put on your red heels and sat next to Steve who was on the drivers seat.

. . .

Once you arrived at his house, you see a red head girl making out with a dude almost taller than her. It was vickie with her boyfriend? You turned around to see that Robin also witnessed the horrific thing. She quickly turned to the side, not wanting you to see her almost in tears.

Steve again saw what was going on and asked the two to leave. “Hey, dude! Get off my property if you aren’t gonna party inside. This isn’t a love hotel for the both of you,got it?” Steve snapped back which made the red head shake, and honestly it caught you and Robin off guard too.

Robin was now behind Steve, almost telling him to stop being an embarrassing dingus in front of her-Robin was aware of what he was trying to do but she didn’t need any help. She was scared that vickie was going to dislike her friend, or ever her. It was so easy to tell by her facial expression. You just sigh, knowing that you now want to give up on the girl you love, because the girl that YOU want- wants the girl that is is making out with a jock.

The dude backed away from the red head, she tried to hold him back but pushed her away roughly-letting out a groan come out of her. “Asshole” was what came out of robins mouth, just muttering under her breath. “Hey come on now,chop chop. Move it dude.” Now Steve was pissed, his hands were on his hips and his face just said it all.

They ended up fighting and made a whole scene, the cops came and took the jock away. All they did was give Steve a warning, since he owned the house and told them that he asked him to leave nicely first and the dude didn’t listen and “took matters into my own hands instead.”

After all the commotions were dealt with, the party still continued. You don’t think a party would end because some cops came right? This is the 80’s we’re talking about. The party never ends. Or that’s how it felt.

Robin was talking to vickie and smiling around her, it made you feel so boiling hot. Your face was burning red and brows furrowed with anger and annoyance.Robin only thought of you as her best friend, you never wanted your bond to end like this. You hated this feeling more than ever-jealousy. Annoyance. Fuming anger. Everything.

After vickie left to go to the kitchen, Robin just laid against the wall. Again, she was never the type to go to parties so she did feel a bit uncomfortable when she bumped into creepy drunks guys.Her face was so uncertain, she didn’t seem to enjoy anything in this “funs and memorable��� party.Even though she was talking to the love of her life. Vickie.

All you could do was watch her be happy with somebody else. I guess that’s what you wanted. Robin was waiting for vickie until she went to refill her cup with some fruit punch-until Robin saw her make out with some other dude around the corner, her cup almost left her hand. Luckily she was fast enough to leave so vickie wasn’t able to see who left. Robin was pissed. Her face was scrunched and eyes closed shut roughly. She never felt any angrier and upset in her life.

You didn’t see anything, by the time Robin went inside the kitchen, you head straight to Steve’s room-wanting to throw up by the sight of just having an image of Robin kissing vickie. As soon as you made yourself into his room, you can see Steve cleaning up his wounds from the previous fight.

His eyes were now on your glossy eyes, like a burst of tears were going to explode any minute. He ran and hugged you, your face was now buried into his neck, your arms behind his back. Tears were forming and now you were sobbing. You couldn’t stand being a second option, not even a second option. Did Robin even see you as an option? Or just a friend.

Hours have been passed and you cleaned Steve’s wound in the meantime, it was all silence.a comfortable silence,something that both you and Steve understood. You could hear music blasting from a mile away, but it was just silence between the both of you. After cleaning up his scars that were left on his face, you wanted to change out of these uncomfortable clothes. It was way too tight, and these heels were not it. You were even sure that the heels would make a mark on your foot. That’s how bad and uncomfortable they were.

“You don’t mind if I borrow a t-shirt and some sweats right?” You sat on Steve’s bed and he was searching his closet for something you would be comfortable wearing. He threw you an old large grey t-shirt and some new sweats that he bought recently.

You took the clothing items and said your thanks and asked him to turn around,obviously. He put his hands up and turned around to a corner. As you were done changing, you told him that you could sit with him. You patted the bed and signaled him to sit next to you and he came along and sat. As you guys started to talk about what happened, new fresh tears start to form once again. Steve recommended you to try to sleep through this night, so you did. Or tried to at least.

Some footsteps made it up here,like it’s as if that person was running. Robin opened the door, almost out of breath. “YOU GUYS WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENEDD” she was almost yelling at you guys, you woke up from your nap and yawned. It was Robin, but she looked,different? But whatever it was, you did not want to hear about it. “Robin are you drunk?” Steve asked while he gets up from his bed. “No no! I’m fine! Okay, maybe I tried a few shots of vodka but I’m fine!!” She added while her hands were in the air. “You know you can’t handle alcohol well right?” Steve said, while he sits down near you. “Well whatever it doesn’t matter!!” She shut the the door behind her and sat on the floor. “ VICKIE KISSED ME! “ those words that fell out of her mouth, almost made you throw up. The thing you had nightmares of,came true. You put both of your hands on top of your mouth,trying so hard not to make a sound. This isn’t fair.

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin x reader #robin x y/n #robin x you #angst with a happy ending #maya hawke #angst #new fanfic

[moon-ursidae]

THE MANDALORIAN 3.01 SPOILERS

IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE SEEN MY BELOVEDS

this ep is only 36 minutes???

i wonder how they’re gonna break my heart in 36 minutes

or maybe they won’t idk

i’ve been conditioned to expect tragedy by tlou

ANYWAY

okay i hear forge sounds

THE ARMORER???

okay slay

GOD I LOVE THE MUSIC THANK YOU LUDWIG

SHE’S MAKING A HELMET ISN’T SHE

YUUUUUUUP

SLAYYYYYY

it’s small….

omg i thought it was gonna be a flashback to little din but paz is there

i kinda love that they’re showing this process

gives a bit more gravity to din’s situation

THIS IS THE WAH✨💅🏻

oh? what’s going on?

HOLY FUCK????

THAT’S A BIG CROC

GODDAMN.

seeing all these mandalorians is so sick

THAT HELMET SHOT??? SO GOOD

omg this really is a big croc it hit the death roll

OMG THE ARMORER???

YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THAT’S MUTHA FUCKIN DIN DJARIN

I KNOW THE SOUND OF THAT FLUTE

I’M CRYING BYYYEEEEEEEEE

THE APOSTATE???????????

GO AWAY I’M A MESS

people that didn’t watch the book of boba fett are so confused right now

i’ve missed din djarin and grogu so goddamn much

HE’S WEARING HIS CHAIN SHIRT😭😭

he’s really like “yea girl i know what the fuck is up. i can redeem myself”

i’m SO HAPPY TO HAVE MY BOYS BACK

IS HE NAPPING?????

FUCK OFF

i’m gonna cry this is so sweet

the music is amazing oh my god

THE CINEMATOGRAPHYYYYYYYYY

THE WAY HE CRAWLS INTO DIN’S ARMS GET AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

NEVARRO NEVARRO NEVARRO NEVARRO

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“here to meet an old friend” god i love him

I LOVE SEEING THE WORLD FROM GROGU’S PERSPECTIVE WITH SUCH BRIGHT CHEERY WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING UUUUUGH

the ig statue😭

“you remember your old friend?” STOP IT RIGHT NOW

GREEF!!!!!

high magistrate??? slay

the droids carrying the trail of his cape lmao

SETTLE DOWN??😭😭😭😭😭

“his name is grogu.” “if you say so.” HAHAHA

using the force for snacks oml i love him

pirates????

din leaning on the tree HAHAHA

he’s so ready for shit to hit the fan

karga is like “omg stop acting like ur 5 just come have a drink in my office”

“is there a problem here magistrate?” 💅🏻✨

he’s so ready to put these bitches in their place

are they really gonna have a shootout in front of a fucking school bc shit changed? please grow up

din is so ready oh my god

this is so western i love it

“try me” OOOOOOOOO

oh he’s good

hittin his hand like that

DIN LEANING HAHAHA

OH HE WAS READYYYYYYYY

this is so classic hollywood western

the framing and close up on karga, the lighting on his face, the music in the background UGH it’s so good

wait where’s the kid?

where’s grogu??

oh there he is jesus christ i got so scared just then

OH THEY’RE ADDRESSING CARA DUNE WAIT

“she was recruited by special forces” ahhhhh i see

i didn’t think they would kill her off like that

the way din shakes his head after learning gideon was sent to a tribunal :(

omg din as a lawman PLEASE

the idea of din being a marshal is so AHH

i love how greef is trying to get him to settle down rn

he’s really been domesticated since reinventing nevarro

“i need him back.” HUH?????? WHAAAAAT?????

IS THIS ACTUALLY GONNA HAPPEN???

“i need a droid i can trust to help me explore mandalore.” okay so he still has trust issues w droids

“and he’s that droid.” PLEASE HE SOUNDS SO SOFT UUGGHHH😭😭

i love when they prove all the himbo believers wrong

din djarin is literally so smart and clever i do not understand people that unironically believe that he’s dumb

to be a bounty hunter, and considered the best in the parsec?? you have to be damn smart for that

put some respect on the name PLEASE

omg grogu being right next to din while he’s working 🥺

i hope he wakes up omg plz

NOOOOO :(

you tried din :(

AND SUCCEEDED???? I SAW HAND TWITCHING

OH MY GOD😭😭😭😭

din djarin i know you’re at least somewhat smiling under that helmet

THE GIDDY LIL BOUNCE HE DID SHUT UP😭😭

OH SHIT. OH SHIT.

THIS IS HORRIFYING OH MY GOD???

“now that’s using your head.” DIN PLEEEAAASSEEEE LMAO

“if things go skud.” adding that one to the vernacular right away

sometimes i forget that star wars has slang in it

WAIT WAIT WAIT I JUST REALIZED IS THIS GONNA FUCKING BE BABU FRIK

NO. FUCKING. WAY.

i don’t think it’s babu?? BUT OH MY GOD

“uhhhhhh… okay.” I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HAHAHAHA

he’s always asking people if they speak huttese LMAO

THE WAY HE’S CROUCHED IN HERE OH MY GOD THAT MEANS HE HAD TO FUCKING CRAWL IN THERE HAHAHAHAHA

I LOVE DIN DJARIN

“this one is my friend.”😭😭😭😭

“i got it.” SO SASSY

“he says you should get a new one.” AND THE GLARE. I FEEL THAT GLARE THROUGH THE VISOR AND INTO MY SOUL

GROGU OH MY GOD HAHAHA

WHAT IS HE DOIN💀💀

THE APOLOGETIC HAND GESTURES “sorry about that. he’s young.” LMAOO

the way that grogu kept trying to grab him after din took him away HAHA

HE’S PISSED.

din djarin: ceritifed dad

teaching grogu about being a mandalorian and piloting a ship😭😭😭😭

i’m taking notes on this shit so i can be prepared when i daydream later🫡

bro what is this guy’s problem

GROGU STRAPPING HIMSELF IN ON DIN’S BANDOLIER SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW😭

I’VE MISSED WATCHING DIN DJARIN OUT MANEUVER BITCHES

HE’S SO SMART

THE MUSIC???

I LOVE THIS SEQUENCE

oh shit. that’s a big ass ship.

“dank ferrik.” YYEEEAAAAAAAA

MANDALORIAN CASTLE???

getting flashbacks to kamino rn

so thiiiis is where bo katan is

“i’m here to join you.” oh??

“where were you then?” a child probably??

he’s so slay for that

he really said “FINE. i’ll do it myself AND prove you wrong” and sashayed away

“goodbye din djarin.” when did she learn his name? i don’t remember. everytime i hear someone say his name in the show i’m like THAT’S INSIDER INFORMATION HOW DO YOU KNOW?

what a fun first episode!! i’m super excited for the rest of the season and what’s to come next week!!

MORE MANDALORE WOOOOOO

STARRING PEDRO PASCAL YUUUUP

he is running the world rn i’m so proud of him

i’m so so so so happy to have mando back though. star wars means so much to me UGH <3

see ya’ll on sunday for episode 8😳 of tlou! if not sunday then next wednesday! <3

kate sackhoff is gorgeous lemme just say

OH HE WAS REEEEAAADDDYYYYYYYY

the mandalorian means so much to me uugh i’m so excited and happy to have my loves back

#the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian #star wars #din djarin #grogu #pedro pascal

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Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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some secrets are better kept

jeonghan had a feeling something was off, he just got a weird feeling in his heart, something was wrong up with his kids, wife, or unborn baby, so he checked his phone, much to seungcheol’s disappointment , and he’s glad he did

baby is coming…now

he’s glad the message was sent only fifteen minutes ago and he rushed out of the dance practice room ignoring the call of everyone who called him to ask him where he’s going

hastily he called his wife, only to hear the chaos of his wife, along with his other kids trying to talk to him in the background “y/n are you okay? are the kids okay? how’s baby girl?” “jeonghan, my obgyn is here, the girls want to see the baby and don’t understand that she’s not here yet, i’m in active labor, but not dilated to the point i can push”

the calmness of her voice soothed but scared him as he got into his car “you’re so calm, everything will be okay” a small chuckle radiated from the other side of the line and he raised a brow “i done this two times, i know baby, but stay on the phone...please” “i wasn’t going to hang up, im going to be there soon y/n, i love you” “i love you more”

a small “can i talk to daddy” was heard and jeonghan’s voice immediately replied “hi baby i’ll be home soon how’s your sisters” “i’m not a baby im nayeon” “okay okay, nayeon, where’s your sisters” he knew that his oldest daughter would turn it into a game, but for once she realized this was not the time to tease her dad “seohyun is playing with mommy’s hair, um hold on, mmm, eunbyeol is taking a nap, and baby is in mommy’s belly

jeonghan talked to her while making the final turn into his family’s neighborhood “mommy said she’s dilated now” “okay nana, can you tell mommy that i’m about to pull up in the driveway?” “mhm, i’ll do it” “mommy” a faint yeah was heard and then nayeon explained the best she could

jeonghan soon hung up, after making sure his car was locked, “i’m home” he ran into the spare room which went from an office, to a home birthing room used for all of his beautiful daughters and soon to be born baby girl

“hi jeonghan” jeonghan knelt down next to his wife, who you can tell was in labor “mrs. kwon said she can see the head” jeonghan still scarred from seeing nayeon like that shuddered and rubbed his wife’s back “did you come up with a name for her” “how do you feel about chae-hui” “i love it y/n, it’s perfect”

“mrs. yoon you can start pushing again” jeonghan took his wife’s hand after taking the the girls to their respective rooms “let’s have a baby jeonghan” “y/n i thought you were going to say make not going to lie to you” y/n flicked jeonghan making him giggle

“i can see her full head, a couple more pushes” “i’m feeling the pain now holy fuck” jeonghan rubbed his wife’s hair and with a final push chae-hui was born

a look of concern was on mrs.kwon’s face as she held the baby in her arms “what’s wrong with her” “um, i- well” jeonghan’s heart stopped “why isn’t she crying is my daughter okay” “no no no he’s just sleep” the way she looked up at the couple at he, and handed the baby to jeonghan so she could help up y/n said everything he needed to know

“y/n he has a penis” “a what” “the male genital y/n, a penis” y/n deadpanned and reached out for her baby “we finally had a son, but what about the nursery, we didn’t get anything for him” jeonghan handed y/n the newborn baby and rubbed his neck sheepishly

“oh”

the members were spamming jeonghan’s phone with texts begging him to tell them what the hell is up with him, but he ignored them all to play with his kids

jeonghan always dreamed of having four kids, never did he expect to have them all in a span of four years either, nor did he expect to meet the love of his life

unfortunately, he wanted to keep that to himself, he loved seventeen but he loved keeping his family safe from sasaengs as well, he felt terrible keeping it away from them, but he knew he needed too

jeonghan was zoning out while rocking jaehyung to sleep, he didn’t even notice y/n watching him with a small sadness in her eyes

“jeonghan it’ll be okay” “i know y/n, it’s just that” “i know jeonghan”

“it’s just that-

“some secrets are better kept”

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