#“mom! why didn’t you wake me!? we’re gonna be late!?’’

[ceylonsilvergirl]

So, am I cruel for trusting you, or cruel for trying to help you?

hey guys if you’re planning on making a vaguepost on the dashboard can you message me with the details and some of the lore behind the vague post you’re making. a vaguepost for the dash and a detailedpost for me. because i like to know what’s going on. if you do this i will automatically take your side because you’ve done the right thing by letting me know what’s up. thanks in advance ❤️

[bxeckersz]

Missed You | Female reader x Caitlin Clark

Summary: Caitlin has gotten drafted to the WNBA and it feels like you haven’t seen her in ages. Little do you know, she has a surprise.

Part 1

It’s been 3 weeks since Caitlin got drafted to Indiana Fever. and it feels like i haven’t seen her in ages. Interviews, training camps, tv shows had all taken over my girlfriend.

“I miss you so much, baby” Caitlin says over facetime, her voice raspy. “I miss you too, cait.” I reply, pulling the blank over me. “How’d training camp go?” I ask, turning the brightness up on my computer.

“Ehh. I mean it went well, i’ve adapted to the team and shit. They treat me amazing but i dunno. Y’know. Being a rookie and all it’s.. i dunno. unreal almost.” She says. “I get you, baby. It’s okay. You weren’t the number 1 pick in the draft for nothing.” I reply, reassuring her.

“yeah. So what are you doing right now, hm?” She asks, pulling her phone up. “Just talking to you. It’s been so boring without you. I miss you a lot. My mom says i’m acting depressed without you.” I chuckle. “I miss you a lot too, princess. You don’t know how many times i’ve cried because you weren’t at my first day of training camp.” She replies.

“Vannessa!” I hear from downstairs. “Hold on, cait, my mom is calling me.” I say. “Okay” She replies, going on her phone. “Yes?” I yell to her. “Do you know where my red lipstick is?” She says, walking into my room. “Hi, mrs. Katz” Caitlin yells through the facetime call.

“Hey, cait! everything good down there?” My mom replies, peeking her head at my laptop. “Yup.” Caitlin says. “That’s good. Nessa, hunny, have you seen my red lipstick? i’m going out with your dad.” She asks. “Uhm last time i checked it was in the bathroom, in your makeup drawer.” I say to her as she nods and walks out.

“Princess, it’s getting late, i have to go to sleep. We can sleep on the phone of you want.” Caitlin says. “Okay. let’s sleep on the phone, i’ll mute myself to not wake you.” I reply. “Okay. Goodnight, I love you, baby” She says. “Goodnight, love you too.” I say, blowing her a kiss through the phone and muting it.

•

The last couple of days me and Caitlin have been facetiming less and less. It’s killing me inside. I miss her face. I miss her laugh. I moss the way she calls me princess. I miss her.

‘Open the door’ Caitlin texts me. ‘??’ I reply. ‘open the door, will you, ma? it’s cold as shit out here.’ She texts back.

I immediately hop out of my bed and sprint down the stairs running to the door. Sure enough, Caitlin is standing there. Bags in her hand, A black Nike tech on with White Air forces.

“caitlin!” I scream as i jump onto her, making her drop her begs. “I missed you so much.” I say, tearing up. My mom runs down the stairs to see the commotion and she sees me and cait.

I hop down and try to hide that i’m crying, but it’s clear as day. “Baby, are you crying?” Caitlin asks, laughing a little. I nod as i tear up way more. “I just missed you so much.” I say as i hug her again. She walks into my house and says hi to my brother, dad, and mom and we go upstairs to my room.

I sit down on her lap as i hug her more. “Baby, i missed you so much.” I say into her shoulder. “I’m gonna be here for a week.” She says into my ear. “Really?!” I yell out in excitement. She nods at me and i hug her again.

“We’re gonna have the best week ever.” I say into her shoulder. Fuck, I missed her scent. She was really gonna be here for a week.

•

It’s currently 10:47 pm and me and caitlin are watching a movie. I’m laying on top of her, my head on her chest and legs over hers, her hand rubbing circles on my upper thigh. she plants a small kiss on my forehead and i feel her phone buzz.

A group chat titled ‘Indiana fever’ texts her. “It’s the team group chat” She says. I hum and go back to watching the movie. “Why didn’t you stay at your dorm?” She asks, stroking my hair.

I shrug my shoulders in response. “I wanted to come home.” I say. She nods and kisses my forehead. “Baby” I say, turning to face her. “huh?” She replies. I say nothing and just kiss her.

By the second, the kiss got sloppier and sloppier. Her hands slipping up my shirt, rubbing my back. I sit up on top of her, still kissing me.

I pulled my shirt off as well as hers, knowing exactly what i was doing. god i missed this.

•

part 2 w smut coming 🤗🤗

[mizimuse]

Siblings Circus || Slytherin boys+Pansy edition

1. Draco Malfoy

Draco is literally the sibling who cries over spilled pumpkin juice.

You take the last of the cereal: "Are you trying to starve me?!"

Every tiny thing is a full-blown disaster. Got a higher grade than him? "You’re sabotaging me!"

He’s always snitching to your parents: "Father will hear about this... and so will mother, the house-elf, and probably the entire Wizarding World."

You can’t even argue with him because he ends every fight with, "It’s because I’m the older one!."

You: "Draco, it’s literally just socks."

Draco (clutching his pearls): "You wouldn’t understand!"

2. Theodore Nott

Theo never argues, but you’ll suddenly get in trouble for things you didn’t even know he noticed.

You: "How did mom find out I skipped Potions?"

Theo (smirking while reading a book): "Don’t know. Must be magic."

He’s also the king of saying nothing but judging everything.

You: "Do you ever clean up after yourself?"

Theo (with a shrug): "Do you?"

When you try to argue, he just gives you a single eyebrow raise and goes back to his book like you're not worth the oxygen.

3. Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo is the sibling who wakes you up at 3 a.m. with: "Let’s duel, right now."

He’s constantly getting you into trouble and laughing while you suffer.

You (dodging hexes): "Can you calm down?!"

Mattheo (grinning like a maniac): "Nah, this is fun!"

If something breaks, it’s 100% his fault, but somehow, you get blamed.

You: "Mum’s gonna kill us!"

Mattheo: "You mean, you. I’m innocent."

He lives for chaos and will start fights just to see how mad you’ll get. "Bet you can’t throw a better hex than me."

4. Blaise Zabini

Blaise acts like nothing in the world bothers him, but somehow you always end up doing his chores.

You: "Why am I cleaning your room?"

Blaise: "Because you love me. And also, I bribed you with chocolate frogs."

He never panics—even when everything is falling apart.

You (freaking out): "Mum is going to flip out when she sees this mess!"

Blaise (not even looking up): "Nah, that's a you problem.'"

He’s also impossible to prank.

You (trying to hex his shoes): "Why aren’t you reacting?!"

Blaise (yawning): "Because I saw this coming an hour ago."

5. Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo is that sibling who can be half asleep, totally unprepared, but still smarter than you.

You: "Did you study for the test?"

Lorenzo (yawning): "What test?"

Yet somehow, he always aces it. It’s actually infuriating.

You (gritting your teeth): "How do you keep getting top marks?"

Lorenzo (shrugging): "Dunno. Gifted, I guess."

He also never gets up on time, and you end up dragging him everywhere while he’s still half asleep.

You (knocking on his door): "We’re late!"

Lorenzo (muffled): "We’ll be on time… eventually."

6. Pansy Parkinson

Pansy’s the sibling who’s always borrowing (aka stealing) your clothes and claiming they look better on her.

You: "Is that my sweater?"

Pansy: "Yes, but let’s be honest, I pull it off way better."

She’ll also sass her way out of every chore and somehow get away with it.

Mum: "Pansy, why aren’t you cleaning?"

Pansy (smiling): "Because I’m delicate and chores are bad for my complexion."

She’s the type to start drama, then sit back and watch it unfold while sipping tea.

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Pick Up The Phone

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, coarse language, descriptions of anxiety & disordered eating behaviour. Reader discretion is advised.

In which reader hasn’t respond to Janis’ texts in a day and Janis tries to call her multiple times but to no avail.

Please excuse the lack of formatting / separation of paragraphs😩 enjoy this drabble!

The day Janis found out or rather, realised, what you’ve been dealing with, you would’ve thought that she would dump you if you didn’t know her any better. She began noticing a pattern emerge about half a year into the relationship- on weekdays, you’d claim to wake up at 6:30. And have breakfast by 7:00. Now, if you were even just a minute later, you wouldn’t have anything to eat until they let out for lunch at 12:30. On weekends however, Janis picked up that you’d essentially been eating one meal a day sometimes and trying to convince her that you’d already eaten. Little by little, more and more of your behaviour unveiled it to her- your meals shrunk in size on certain days, but other days, it was ‘normal’. You’d act as if you didn’t just restrict yourself the day before. It was like pendulum, either one way or the other. Also little by little, Janis’ worry grew. She was thinking about how to talk to you about it. But she was rendered clueless despite how straightforward she always was.

The only way she had realised was because of how much time she’d spent with you to know your routine by heart. Once she’s got a hang of it, it began to seem clear to her that your relationship with food was not so good.

Janis was no stranger to self-loathing- so she knew whatever this was, it was a terrible thing, and detrimental to both your physical and mental wellbeing. She thought that you were the most beautiful person she’s ever laid her eyes on, and Janis always tells you that. But she also knows that your mind wouldn’t let you take her word for it. She’s had some moments like these of her own.

“y/n, pick up your phone.” She left you a message. Message number five.

You haven’t been online since after school yesterday- after some guy at school made a comment about how you were ‘spilling out of your shirt’ and how you were going to be ‘ripping your pants’. Janis immediately gave those guys a piece of their mind, but there was no turning back for you- those comments made you feel like crap, way worse than you’ve already been feeling after some stupid remarks from your Mom the night before about similar things.

Janis just knew it in her heart that you wouldn’t be picking up her calls anytime soon, so after school, she went over to your place. No one answered the door but she lets herself in, knowing where the spare key was hidden. She heads up the stairs to your room, and there you were. Thank God. Thank fucking god you didn’t just leave your phone at home so that it would show your location as that.

“Babe.” She knocks on the door and you got startled.

“Shit, why are you here?”

“I told you never to do that- I get that you’d want some time alone, and some space. But always, always tell me. You can’t just not respond to anything I’ve sent you and expect me not to worry one bit.

“Okay, leave me alone.” You shrugged, not even looking at her.

“It’s too late for that now.” Janis almost scoffed, but held back, “I know you haven’t eaten all day. So we’re gonna make sure you eat something.”

“I don’t need to.” You tell her.

“Yes, you do.” She sits down in front of you and grabbed your hands, “Look at me.” You refused to, so she repeated herself. Reluctantly, you turned your head to look at her. “Have you not been hearing the same things I do? I don’t need to be eating.”

“No one should be denied food- not when they haven’t eaten anything. We all need some food to survive too, and right now, I know for a fact you haven’t eaten.”

“Believe me…I’ve tried my best to let them just run their mouths, but I can’t fight them and the voice in my head forever. As hard as I try, they always win. I always fall and can’t-”

Part of her was a little angry, but she soon shook off that feeling and listened to you- putting herself in your shoes.

“I’ve been dealing with this for as long as I can remember. It’s hard, Janis. So fucking-”

She engulfs you in a hug, rubbing your back. That’s what you needed, instead of having someone raise their voice at you- you knew Janis meant well, but unfortunately, your parents? Not so much, they both only spurred on your disordered eating, saying that it’d be great for you to lose weight. So, well- your brain has somehow been conditioned to listen to their negativity over the years. That’s always how it’s been like for you- that’s all you knew. But when Janis found out, she didn’t get mad at you, she was patient and wanted to know more about how she could help you. She’d opened your eyes to how things were supposed to be like when you were struggling. You’ve spent years shoving it way down, or channeling your focus on the wrong things that have been harming your mind and body. The effects have become apparent- Karen mentioned how much weight you seemed to have lost last week and that triggered an anger in Janis that she didn’t know she even had. But of course, Karen did not mean it in a bad way. She never really does mean anything she say in a negative way. Also, no one knew about what you were going through other than Janis. So there’s that.

It took Janis a lot of coaxing to get you to eat something. But first thing’s first, was what to eat. “We can cook it together, alright?”

You nodded in agreement, leaning against the kitchen island as she stood before you. “How does some pasta sound?” She suggested, “We could do a broccoli and cheese sauce, add some ham for protein?”

Yeah, Janis has learnt a thing or two. Including the fact that it tends to help you be more okay with eating if you two prepared the meal together and ate together. Or for her to just keep you company while you ate. You were quiet for a little bit to think about that and any other options. You agreed to her suggestion.

“Alright, attagirl. Let’s get cooking.” Janis smooches you on the cheek. She grabs a pot, filled it with water and a pinch of salt before letting it come to a boil, “What kind of pasta do you want, baby?”

“Um, the bowtie ones.” You decided. She grabs that particular bag off the pantry shelf and handed it to you. You poured some out into a bowl then put the snack clip back to keep the bag closed. “Okay, that’s good.”

Once the food was all done, you and Janis sat on the floor, at the coffee table in the living room to eat. “I know that sauce came from a can, but it’s really good.”

“I know.” Janis chuckles, “Might need to convince my Mom to switch over to this brand now.”

You smiled a little bit, “Jan, thank you for being so patient with me. I really appreciate that, even though sometimes when things get bad, I lash out. I want you to know that I don’t mean that. And please don’t hesitate to snap me out of that, or yell at me.”

“Babe, yelling at you is not the way to go. I’m never gonna do that when you’re having a bad day especially.” Janis told you.

“I’m just saying, if the time comes when you need to yell at me for anything else. Please just yell at me and tell me to wake the hell up.”

“No promises.” Janis shrugged, “I love you too much to be raising my voice at you, baby.”

You gave her a full smile this time, “I love you so much, Janis. You make me so fucking happy. The most happy I’ve ever been.”

“I love you more, baby.” Janis brushes her thumb over your knuckles, “I’m always gonna be here for you. Call me or text me, show up to my house whenever you wish to. Okay? No matter how busy I am, I’ll always make time for you. I’ll always pick up my phone for you.”

“I’ll make sure to tell you if I sense things getting bad again because I know you’ve been trying to help, and I am so thankful.” You promised.

Janis nodded, a smile now plastered on her face as if reflexively, “Thank you for trusting me and loving me for who I am.”

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Ok I'm overtired and inspired so I'm gonna write that little drabble of Ana and Mora telling Nina they're dating.

"I'm not sure how she's gonna react..." Ana said. She had been pacing back and forth.

"Nina is a smart girl! She's probably already figured it out!" Mora replied.

”I don’t know… also, what if she gets disappointed I want to live here permanently?”

”I’m sure she won’t, Ani.”

”I’m home!” Nina called.

Mora and Ana gasped, as they nervously started to make the table.

”Wow, what a big meal!” Nina commented, noticing all the food that was served. ”Is it a special occasion?”

”You could say that…” Ana said. ”Hija… you know how our house took a longer time to renovate?”

”It’s gonna take even longer?” Nina asked. ”Mom, that’s okay. I’m still excited for it.”

”Well…”

”Also, I love living here. I don’t know, this house… it makes me feel… freer.”

Mora and Ana exchanged looks.

”We’re glad you think that,” Mora said. ”Because having you and your mom here really has made the aura around here better.”

”Really?��

Ana took a deep breath. ”Hija… I haven’t been too honest with you. The truth is, our house has finished renovating.”

”It has?” Nina asked. ”Then, why didn’t you tell me?”

”Because… I also feel a lot… freer here at Mora’s house. And…” She took Mora’s hand, ”I don’t know, maybe I’d like to live here… permanently.”

”Permanently?”

”Yes! Wouldn’t it be nice, Nina?” Mora asked. ”Us three, under the same roof, like a little family!”

Nina formed a smile. ”I’d love that idea!”

”Really?” Ana asked.

”Yeah! I’ve actually been thinking about it myself! I don’t think I’ve felt so easy and calm in anyone’s home like this. It’s like… I can be myself here, in a way I couldn’t before.”

”I feel the same,” Ana admitted. ”Oh, I’m so happy you love the idea! I’ve been so nervous telling you!”

Nina noticed the two women holding hands. Of course, she didn’t think too much of it at first, but now she started to wonder if there was something else to it. She looked back up at their faces.

”You look like there’s something else you want to tell me.”

”There kind of is,” Mora admitted.

”Ok. Tell me.”

Ana let out a snicker. ”Well, you see… when you start sharing a house with someone, you can both drive each other mad… but also become closer in a way you haven’t before…”

”Yes!” Mora nodded, deciding to help Ana with telling this. ”You start out only being best friends when you move in, and then you start sharing a bed because you wanted to stay up late and have deep talks like you’re having a sleepover every single night… and then you wake up snuggled up to each other, like really snuggled up, it’s very intimate.”

”… and when you spend so much time together, you start realizing things about yourself. Interesting things. Things that… you always sort of knew but you didn’t want to act on.”

”And then suddenly both of you need to take a shower at the same time and instead of deciding who will go first, you decide ’why not shower together?’. And things get even more intimate, and suddenly you both have the same thought on your mind but you don’t know if you should say it or not.”

”Mora…” Ana mumbled while she put on an anxious smile. ”And a part of why you’d like to live here permanently is not only because you feel more free, but because you might explore these feelings that awakened in you.”

Nina raised an eyebrow.

”Deep feelings!” Mora exclaimed. ”Intimate feelings! Se-”

”Okay, Mora!” Ana interrupted with a high pitched voice.

”Wait a moment…” Nina said, ”Are… you two… dating each other?”

Ana and Mora looked at each other, smiled, and then looked back at Nina. They nodded slowly.

Nina slowly lit up.

”That’s great! Oh, I’m so happy for you!”

She leaned over and hugged them both. This was wonderful news.

——

Nina was really happy for her mom and Mora. She had thought before how she kinda had two moms… Mora had practically been in the house growing up more than Nina’s own dad!

Nina went to bed, as she prepared to sleep.

However, just seconds after she had closed her eyes, she opened them again.

So that moaning noise she heard from Mora’s room last night… Nina had thought it was just a late night design project Mora had gotten inspired to finish, and she moaning was from her sticking herself on the needle.

But she never saw a finished project. Also, she saw her mom walking out of Mora’s room this morning.

What if…?

Nina shuddered. She closed her eyes again and tried not to think about it.

This house made everyone feel freer, after all…

[countrymusiclover]

29 - Not Klaus’s Plan

Part 30

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality @icefrye19

Klaus’s pov

Standing outside Raelyn’s bedroom I was quiet enough so that she couldn’t hear me. She was currently peacefully sleeping in her bed and I had decided to stay in the other room of the mansion. Clasping my hand together behind my back I turned my head confused seeing my wife stirring in her sleep. “What’s troubling her this time?”

I was aware she had nightmares after Jaocb died because of her family’s poor communication. But she should have nothing to fear now that he was alive as a heretic like she is. “Raelyn…” I whispered vamping over to her bedside about to touch her shoulder.

“Urgh!” She winced but I drew my hand back before I even had the chance to touch her. Shifting my gaze it took me a second before I saw her shoulder turn red and there was a hand touching her back clearly siphoning her.

Clicking my tongue I snagged the wrist that was siphoning her and the person winced when I growled quietly under my breath. “Show yourself witch!”

“Uncle Klaus, stop it.” I recognized the voice of Elizabeth Saltzman who revealed herself visibly to me quickly.

Another voice also came to the surface showing me Josie. “We were trying to bring her memories back.”

“I didn’t tell you to do anything of the sort!” I accidentally raised my tone of voice hearing my wife tossing in her sleep so I focused my attention back to the siphon twins. “Whose idea was this exactly?”

Lizzie rolled her eyes slightly. “I don’t know why Hope thought this was gonna work.”

“Gather whoever else came up with this ridiculous plan and meet me down at the old Lockwood cellar immediately.” I declared to the girls before they left the room. Running my fingers through my curls I sighed heavily in frustration not wanting them to do any spells on her. The only thing they should be focusing on is getting the Hollow’s magic out of Alyssa so then I could handle her accordingly on my own terms. It took them a lot longer than I cared for but half of them are mortals and don’t have super speed like most of us. Shoving my hands inside my black jacket I heard multiple heartbeats entering the abandoned cellar. “You’re late. I thought I made it clear that this meeting was urgent.”

“Sorry if one of us is pregnant and also we didn’t want to wake Rapunzel and Charming in the middle of the night.” Alina crossed her arms over her chest wearing one of Jackson’s shirts and some baggy pants.

Missy rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Why the late night emergency meeting dad. Is it another Malivore monster?”

“Stop playing dumb, girls. I found the Saltzman’s in your mother’s room. So tell me what you think is okay to bring back your mother’s memories back without asking me.” Throwing my hands away from my sides I flashed my werewolf eyes at Lizzie and Josie who were standing in the corner.

Hope remained by the cellar exit leaning against the wall. “Yeah it was my idea dad but can you blame me after knowing how mom changed you. We’ve all read Dr. Saltzman’s journals on you before she came into your life.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to not ask my permission first.” I snapped back at her.

Lizzie scoffed towards her uncle. “We’re not kids anymore. We’ve done a lot of stuff without my fathers permission.”

“Lizzie.” Josie whispered under her breath.

Glaring at the twins I growled not liking how this conversation was going at this point. Straightening my back I moved my gaze between my daughters and my supposed nieces. “You may be or almost be adults but it doesn’t mean that you get to do whatever you wish. We are all working together to make your mother fall in love with me…again.”

Missy eyed at me silently for a second slowly walking forward until we were standing almost chest to chest. “Dad, don’t yell at me but you’re afraid that she might not fall in love with you again aren’t you?”

“That’s completely ridiculous, Melissa.” Rolling my eyes I was in disbelief.

The heretic teenager spoke up again. “No it has to be true, dad. Why else would you say we can help but when we try, you get all bent out of shape.”

“Because it's a risk if she never loves me again.” I spat at the group.

Alina shakes her head at me. “So we're just supposed to cross our fingers and pray that you can charm her all over again for the fun of it. All along when we know that Josie can do a memory spell and she can return to her old self with no problems.”

“We have no clue if that spell is strong enough to undo what the Hollow’s magic did.” Dropping my hands at my sides I sighed heavily leaning against the cold wall. “I don’t want to say goodbye to her…she's the only woman I have ever loved.”

Lizzie put her hands on her hips. “That’s sweet. But we should do something to bring her back.”

“She's right, Uncle Klaus. But I understand if you want her to at least trust you before we do a memory spell on her.” Josie points out softly.

Hope shifted her gaze upward to me crossing her arms over her chest not saying anything for a few minutes. “I don’t think this is necessary to my previous plan but you're the one who knows our mother best so I guess we have no choice but to go with your plan dad.”

“Good that's settled then. I'll make your mother fall in love with me on my own terms.” Clasping my hands together I vamped off and the kids all headed back to the school until the sun would rise in a few hours. But unknown to the group Josie’s spell had started making an effort on Raelyn Lane-Mikaelson.

Raelyn’s pov

Walking through the streets of Mystic Falls I was wearing a long tan coat, a red sweater, some blue jeans and brown boots. Tying my hair up in a ponytail just taking a morning stroll by myself. I didn’t sleep very well last night feeling something poking around in my head and so I couldn't sleep which made me decide to get up and take a walk. I was about to enter the grill until pain shot through my head where I stumbled against the brick wall leaning against it seeing some odd images flashing through my mind.

Pushing the door open with my foot I shake my head giggling at him sitting at the bar. “What makes you think of coming here of all places, Niklaus?”

Klaus sat down on a barstool holding up a glass of bourbon and he tilted his head down at the drink for me. “This particular place is special to you and I. This is the first place we ever met one another.”

“I remember every detail. I launched you into that wall with my magic.” I climbed up on my barstool picking up my drink taking a long sip still smiling longingly at him

Nik tilted his head to the side smirking. “And it hurt very much, love. All for asking you for your name.”

“Now we are married and have four kids. We’re certainly a long way from the big bad wolf.” Raising my glass I clonked it with his when he responded back to me grinning

“And his siphon Gemini runaway. I love you, Raelyn. Always have and always will..” He leans forward pressing his lips against mine softly sitting his glass down he cupped my face in his hands deepening the kiss.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him back smiling into the kiss. I savor the feeling remembering the night we met so clearly and I was proud to see where I was now. “I love you too, Klaus. Always have and always will.”

Sliding down the brick wall beside me I groaned, feeling a rather bad headache shooting through my forehead. “What the hell is happening to me?” I mumbled to myself gripping the ends of my hair in between my fingers.

“Raelyn.” Someone called my name but I clutched my eyes shut seeing another memory that must be fake because I don’t know the hybrid that everyone thinks I supposedly do.

I giggled moving it out of my view seeing that he was hovering above me now and we were still close like we were before. Raising my hands over my head I laid them on the pillow frozen looking at him like this. “Klaus!….”

“Don’t test the wolf in me, Ms, Lane. You won’t be able to beat me.” His blue eyes were brighter than I had ever seen up until this moment. He had a kind smile on his lips that made it almost impossible to not grin as big as he was

I smirked a small grin testing this playful side in him that I had yet to see come to the surface so I was going to enjoy it for as long as possible. When he was happy it made all my fears disappear and made me forget that I was on the run from my entire family of witches. “And what would you do to me hmm?”

“Now you're insisting on a challenge, love.” He leaned his head down to mine where my heart quickened thinking he was going to kiss me until I felt his hand move to my sides beginning to tickle me on my hip and I couldn’t run away since he had me pinned between the bed and him

I pushed my hands against his chest trying to squirm out of his grasp but I wasn’t trying as hard when I heard a beautiful laugh come from his lips. “Klaus…no…stop. I can’t handle….being tickled. Nik….Niklaus!”

“Do you cave yet?” He asked, making our eyes finally lock onto one another.

Pushing my hands against his chest I gently shoved him off scooting upright onto the pillows behind me. “Yes I cave. I’m going to get my revenge one day.”

“Oh I’ll be pleased to see you try, Rae.” He flopped down on his side of the bed placing his hands behind his head smiling

Feeling a hand touch my shoulder I flinched using my speed and grabbing their wrist shoving whoever it was against the wall. The person grunted, croaking out my name once more to gain my attention. “Ra…Raelyn, it’s me.”

“Why are you here, Cami? I thought your permanent resistance was New Orleans.” I snapped at the blonde bartender in front of me holding her by her throat and if she was still human she would be gasping for air.

She gasped but held onto the wrist of the hand that was around her throat. “Your kids called me asking for my help.”

“I don’t need you to be my therapist.” I flashed my fangs at her. “I’m not troubled with demons or anything.”

“But your mind is fighting against what you should be feeling for your husband. You know that you should feel something for him. I can see it in your eyes.” She explained it to me.

Rolling my eyes at one of my sired vampires. “You may have that fancy degree but you don’t know what I’m feeling. You don’t know what it’s like to see memories of someone you don’t recognize. You don’t know how frustrating it is when everyone keeps telling you that you are this person's other half. All the while not being able to believe the things they say because of a damn spell from a witch that we killed years ago that somehow came back and wanted to make me suffer. But please Camille go on and tell me how I feel because you can see inside my mind!”

“Raelyn, I….I’m sorry. I know your kids have good intentions but I won’t make you suffer anymore today.” The bartender responded when I released my nails from her throat and she collapsed onto her knees quickly getting to her feet in front of me.

Crossing my arms over my chest I nodded to her in respect, turning on my heels and starting to walk away from the women. “Thank you for understanding. I’ll be sure to visit more often and thanks for not making me use the sire bond on you. I’ll see you around New Orleans.”

“I’m sorry about this, Raelyn.” I heard her mumbling under her breath with my heightened hearing but wasn’t fast enough before she vamped behind me. She held tightly onto my hair and stuck some needle into my neck where my eyes got heavy and she lowered our bodies to the sidewalk.

Gripping her forearms I was struggling to stay awake with the amount of vervain in my system. “You helped him trick me!”

Yet before she could say anything more her hair went flying around and her neck was snapped right in front of me. Blinking my eyes I could barely keep myself awake and my mind was running slow but I could tell who had ever killed her shortly. Klaus’s blue eyes were trained on me with him offering his hand that I reluctantly put mine in. He tugged me upwards seeing my body go limp from the vervain finally leaving me in his embrace. “Before you think I had anything to do with this I’ll say I had no idea. Just know all I ask is that you trust me.” My right hand wrapped around the dog tag necklace he wore and he knew that was a small sign of trust before he picked my unconscious body up bridal style vamping us back to the old Mikaelson mansion.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[barclaysangel]

Some more My Babysitter is A Vampire AU!

Specifically, the main four and Grant:

Also, I decided to make Grant Rory instead of Oliver since he fits that role.

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Jake: *wakes up and sees Devon and Lexy giving him the worst death glares ever* Huh? OH SHIT-

Junior: *wakes up* Why are you - AAAA-

Devon: What do you think we should with them?

Lexy: Hm…

Jake: Junior! You said the love potion should’ve worn off by now!

Lexy: Bold of you to assume it didn’t.

Devon: NOW WE’RE PISSED. If you liked me THAT much, asking me out instead of putting me under a spell like the coward you are would’ve been better.

Junior: Ouch.

Jake: You know what, I deserve that.

Junior: Just, please don’t tell Nica!

Nica: I already know.

Jake: Damnit!

Lexy: That’s an understatement.

Devon: Still trying to figure out if I should snap your neck or not.

Junior: Please don’t? We’ll do anything!

Devon and Lexy: *look at eachother before looking back at Jake and Junior* Anything?

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Lexy and Devon: *seeing the chaos cousins getting their asses kicked by kids*

Junior: LEXY. HELP!!

Lexy: *pulls out her phone* Smile boys, you’re gonna be internet super stars!

Devon: *laughing* Sorry, it’s just hilarious to see you guys getting your ass handed to you by ANKLE BITERS.

Jake: *screams* THEY’RE BITING MY ANKLES.

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Jake: Where were you guys?

Lexy: Late because this vegetarian vampire waited for 8 hours for his blood salad to be dropped off, via DELIVERY TRUCK.

Devon: At least I’m not a picky eater! “Oh he’s so skinny!” “She’s too basic!” “I hate their outfit.”

Lexy: People with bad taste, taste bad Dev!

Junior: Why not just take a bite out of one of the students?

Lexy: Ew, NO. Teenagers are filled with hormones and sugar. Do you guys have the slightest idea on what that can do to your skin??

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*Sleepover pillow fort scene*

Jake: Hey, guys?

Lexy: Hm?

Jake: If you weren’t what you were, what would you be?

Devon: What do you mean?

Jake: Like, if you weren’t a vampire, who would you be?

Devon: Huh. When I was a little kid…I wanted to be a detective, like my mom.

Grant: Mm..

Lexy: I wanted to be a movie star. Little hard now since I’m totally hot, but I can’t show up on camera.

Jake: I feel like you both would’ve been great at your jobs. Devon would be a hero to little kids.

Junior: I wanted to be a songwriter.

Devon: You can still do that.

Junior: Not really - it’s kinda complicated. What about you, Grant?

Grant: I shouldn’t say it.

Lexy: What? Oh, come ON! You gotta tell us now!

Grant: I…wouldn’t choose anything else. Like, I can’t imagine my life without you guys, without this.

Jake: Yeah. Even if I could go back in time, I would choose you guys every. Single. Time. I don’t wanna be in a world without you, because I love you. All of you guys.

Junior; Dude - that was so fucking corny-

Devon: *chuckles* Yeah, he’s right. I care about you guys too.

Junior: What Devon said.

Grant: I love you guys.

Lexy: I hate you guys.

Jake: *turns to her* Do you?

Lexy: …No. I love you guys.

This is so funny and cute, I love it!

[hitchell-mope]

(The Long Awaited Death Of The Most Hated Villain Lena Luthor)

Lillian (exasperatedly): for the final time Miss Lane. I did not kill my husband. He consumed port wine and porterhouse steaks religiously. Of course he died before he turned 50.

Lucy: and Lena’s ahem “parentage”?

Lillian: her mother was a maid from Dublin. In fact she was my maid from Dublin. But all it took was one week when Lex and I spent Mother’s Day in Paris and lo and behold. Lena.

Lucy: did you kill Lena’s mother?

Lillian: no. But I did call time of death. A blood clot is a terrible way to go. Even for a husband stealing slut.

Lucy: was Lionel abusive?

Lillian: only in Lex’s mind. I love my son. But the fact remains that he is a sociopath. And telling him that he can continue his chess game in the morning is essentially the equivalent of holding his head down on a heated fire poker. So no. My late husband was not abusive. And I’ll think you not to cast-Ruby’s passed out

Lucy: what?

Lillian: Ruby. Has passed. Out. And the twins are crying.

(It’s true. Ruby’s out cold on the floor and Alex and Kelly are trying to soothe a crying Eddie and Tony)

Alex: they’ve both been fed and been changed so why are they still crying?

Andrea: maybe they’re scared?

Kelly: they’re way too young to know what’s happening right now.

Cat: they’re in pain.

Alex: what?

Cat: Carter had a really bad bout of constipation when he was this age. Believe me. I know what a pain cry sounds like.

Alex: so what’s hurting them?

Lillian: oh no. Mr Schott. Mr Dey. Andrea. Get Ruby and the twins somewhere safe. Now!

Lucy: what? Why?

Lillian: I used the right dosage. I know I used the right dosage. She can’t have processed it this quickly.

Winn: Lillian! What. Is. Happening?

Lillian: I think Lena’s trying to break into the tower. And I think she has kryptonite.

Winn: okay here’s what we’re going to do! Alex, Lucy, Andrea and Kelly with me. William, Cat and Morgan you take the kids to the med room and out Ruby and the twins under the sun lamps.

Lillian: and what about me?

Winn: you stay here. Even with the truth seeker I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.

Lillian: understandable.

Winn (rushing over to Ruby): c’mon kiddo. Wake up. We need to get you somewhere safe.

Ruby: what’s wrong with my head?

Winn: kryptonite. We think Lena’s trying to break in to the tower.

Ruby: oh no. She’s going to kill me.

Winn: hey. I’m not gonna let that happen. She’s not gonna touch you.

Ruby: how can you know that?

Winn: you know when your mom tells you everything’s going to be fine and you think she’s probably lying to make you feel better?

Ruby: yes.

Winn: everything’s going to be fine.

Ruby: well colour mr reassAAAAH!!!!

Winn: GO, GO, GO!!!!

(William and the hightail it to the med room. Just in time too because Lena literally hacks her way into the control room with an axe the moment the med room door is closed)

Lena: you!

Lillian: yes lena. It is I. What’re you doing here. And awake.

Lena: I learned things from my experiment. Always have kryptonite handy in case the aliens try to trip you up.

Alex: say goodnight Gracie

(She aims her gun at Lena but is stopped by Winn)

Winn: no wait don’t!

Alex: it’s lena! She needs to die!

Winn: look at her skin.

Alex: oh my god....

Andrea: why is she green?

Lucy: she didn’t.

Winn, Alex and Kelly: she did.

Lena (gloatingly): yes I did. Now give me Ruby and the other two half breeds and I’ll be on my way

Winn: don’t you dare call them that.

Lena: well it’s what they are. Half Kryptonian. Half Daxamite. Half human. All monsters. But perfect for test subjects. I will complete non nocere. And nobody will ever stand in my way again.

Alex: you’ll have to kill us first.

Lena: that can be arranged Sentinel.

Andrea: could someone please tell me what’s happening right now?

Winn: she injected herself with kryptonite.

Alex: we shoot her, stab her or break her skin in any way, my nephews and Ruby could die.

Andrea: oh my god.

Kelly: we could taser her?

Winn: we can’t risk it.

Lena: oh you can’t win, Winn. You know you can’t. I’m a Luthor. We endure. We persevere. We survive.

Lillian: you are not a Luthor. All you are is the bastard I got saddled with when my poor husband’s heart gave out on him.

Lena: I know you killed him. Just like you killed my mother.

Lillian (inching closer towards the psychopath): no I didn’t. And you know I didn’t. He was a good man who made a terrible mistake and you are the result of that mistake. So why don’t you just calm down and come with me so I can flush the kryptonite out of your system and oof!

(Andrea’s pushed Lillian to the floor, teleported Lena out to the balcony and is holding the psychopath over the street below. Lena let’s out a deranged laugh like a hyena)

Lena: go on then. DO IT YOU COWARD!!!! DO IT!!!!

(Andrea falters)

Lena: I knew it. You’re weak Rojas. You’ve always been weak. And I’ve outgrown you.

Andrea (tears pouring down her face): you ruined my relationship with my father. You’re the reason Russ was killed. I have to do it. I have to kill you. I have to.

Lillian: no she doesn’t. Mr Schott. I would like it put on the record that I would have gladly subjected myself to a Martian mind wipe

Winn: noted. Wait what?

(Lillian stalks over to Andrea, pulls her away from Lena and restrains her stepdaughter)

Lena: let me go! Let me go mother! LET ME GO!

Lillian: Andrea. You and Samantha were the best daughters I could have hoped for. You are not us. Be better.

(Her final words said, Lillian pulls herself and Lena over the railing of the balcony and down to the street below. Dying immediately on impact, leaving Andrea a sobbing wreck)

Carter (coming out of the med room with Cat, Morgan and William in tow): what happened?

Lucy: Lillian and Lena dead

Morgan: it’s about damn time. Good riddance to godawful rubbish I say.

Cat: agreed.

(William rushes over to Andrea and hugs her)

Andrea (still crying): I tried. I really tried. But I couldn’t do it. I’m so sorry.

William: shhhh. It’s okay. It’s over. It’s over. It’s all over.

Winn (looking at the video feed): I really wish I could say the same William. But we’ve still got a really long way to go.

(To Be Continued)

[sleepdeprivedactor]

Four Friends Chapter 1

Ringing. That's what Demi heard. A phone ringing. It was coming from her nightstand. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Meu sol. My sun. Sean. It was Sean who was calling her.

“Sean? Why are you calling me at…” she looked at her alarm clock. “11 o’clock at night? I have to get up at like, five for the debate team meeting.”

“Oh my god, I completely forgot. I am so, so sorry Demi. I just…needed to talk to someone. My parents are fighting.” Sean’s voice was shaky.

“Again? That’s like…the third time this week. What’s it about this time?”

“It’s just…Complicated. Can I come over? Please. I know it’s late, but I can’t be alone right now. They’re both yelling a lot and i…I'm scared. I’m really scared.”

“I…You know what, fuck the debate team. I can miss one day. You want me to wake up Ellis and call Lia? Our parents are still out of town on that business meeting.”

“No. I just wanna be with you right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ellis and Lia, but I just need to be with my girlfriend.” Sean pleaded.

“Okay. I’ll unlock the back door.” The call ended. Demi sighed, and left her bedroom. It was going to be another long night.

The back door clicked open. Sean entered the small house. his caramel brown hair was a mess. His cheeks were red, and there were bags under his eyes. He had obviously been crying.

“Amor, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting for at least 20 minutes.” Demi’s voice was littered with concern. He only lived two blocks away. It shouldn’t have taken him that long to get there.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You’re a mess.”

“I am not a mess.”

“I can tell you’ve been crying. Don’t lie to me.” Tears were already forming in Sean’s eyes. He was shaking slightly. Demi opened her arms and he collapsed into her embrace. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“What happened? Why are your parents fighting?” Demi cupped Sean’s cheeks with her hands. He instantly melted into her touch.

“The divorce. That’s all they ever talk about.  My dad’s trying to take the house and me. My mom’s freaking out.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s go up to my room, I don’t wanna accidentally wake up Jake or Ellis. Then you can tell me what happened. If you want, of course. I’m not gonna force you to say anything you don’t want to.” Demi interlocked her hand with Sean’s and squeezed it gently. He flashed her a forced smile, tears still streaming down his face. “You don’t have to fake a smile for me, amor.” Demi held her lover as he continued to cry. Sean wasn’t normally like this. He never cried, unless something was really bad. She knew the divorce was making Sean’s mental state plummet, but she never knew how bad it could get. He usually kept her away from his home life.

The pair eventually made their way to Demi’s room. Demi pulled up a chair, and Sean sat at the edge of her bed. “Okay. You wanna tell me what happened?” She asked.

“My dad came home late again and they just started…screaming.” Demi stretched out her hand, and rested it on Sean’s. She had known his parents weren’t in the happiest relationship, but she never thought it was that bad.

“Is that why you called me?” She asked him.

“I…I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been dealing with them for over four months. I just want it all to be over.”

“Hey hey hey. Don’t think like that. Things’ll get better.” She said, getting up and sitting next to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him into a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you didn’t do anything w-” She was stopped mid sentence by the sound of her door clicking open. On the other side of it was none other than her twin brother, Ellis.

“Oh. Am I interrupting something?” He asked. 

“Piss off. We’re trying to have an emotional moment right now.” Said Sean, flipping him off.

“Real mature, Sean.” Ellis said with a yawn. “Anyways, what the hell are you doing here? Parents still fighting?”

“Yeah. I called Demi when they started fighting, and now…well, I'm here.” Ellis stared at Sean for a minute, before turning to walk away.

“Ok. No funny business you two.” He said with a cackle, causing both Demi and Sean’s faces to turn red. Sean wrapped his arms around Demi.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He said, causing Demi to smile.

“Of course.”

Chapter 2

[dmwrites]

(I am not sorry for this btw)

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I woke up to my evil stepmom, Iskall85, throwing a potion of harming onto my bed.

“y/n! Wake up! You’re going to be late for school! Were you up late watching those stupid Minecraft YouTube videos again? You’re as useless as diorite! You are why I do hard drugs!” She left the room, and I sighed. Another boring day of my boring life. But I was going to be late for school if I didn’t get ready now.

I got up and put on my cutest outfit- my black suit. I threw my hair up into a messy bun, and stopped in front of the mirror to smooth down my mustache. I sighed. I was just y/n, no one special.

My evil stepmom Iskall85 was snorting redstone off the counter when I entered the kitchen. I sighed, because they were evil and wouldn’t even share their redstone dust with me, and grabbed a banana off the counter. There was a honk from outside.

"Bye, step-Iskall. I'm off to school." I said. My stepmom just flipped me off, and I went outside, sighing some more. I ran over to my bestie’s car and hoped in.

“Good morning Scar!”

“Goodness gracious, y/n, we’re gonna be late! Good thing the swaggon goes fast!” My bestie, Goodtimeswithscar said, slamming on the gas. Scar was super nice and popular, not to mention handsome, and everyone at school loved him. I would probably always be in his shadow, but at least he had taken me in as his friend.

“Sorry, I accidentally slept in. And my evil stepmom threw a potion of harming on me. Do I look okay? I only had time to put my hair up in a messy bun. And I bet my mustache looks atrocious!” I said.

“You look so good, y/n!” Scar said, blowing through a red light. “You’re so hard on yourself, you’re like the prettiest guy in school!”

“Whatever, that’s you you’re talking about.” I replied, but blushed a little.

The swaggon came screeching into the parking lot, and me and Scar got out, running to our science class.

Science class was usually a pretty good place to fix my hair and mustache, as the science we were assigned to do was always chaotic. Ms. ZombieCleo, and her assistant JoeHills, were kept pretty busy making sure no one accidentally created a toxic gas. Today, Docm77 and Rendog had been caught doing… something in the back of the classroom, and it gave me and Scar ample time to sort out ourselves.

“As I was saying, y/n, you have to stop being so hard on yourself!” Scar said, handing me a compact mirror and a mustache comb. “You get top grades, you’re great at redstone, and you always slay that suit!”

“I don’t know, Scar.” I said. “I just feel like I’m just some guy, you know? I’ll never catch anyone’s eye, or be prom queen.”

“Don’t be silly. I know you’re gonna achieve something great in this life, y/n.” Scar said earnestly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and in came one of the secretaries, Geminitay.

“y/n to the principal’s office.” She said. She looked kind of worried.

Goodtimeswithscar gripped my arm. “Great Jellie, y/n, are you in trouble?”

“I don’t know.” I replied. “I can’t think of anything that I could have done.” But I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and followed Geminitay out the door. Ms. ZombieCleo and JoeHills didn’t notice me leave.

“Is everything okay?” I asked Gem.

“I- well- I’ll get the principal to explain it to you.” Gem said, and we walked in silence the rest of the way to the front office. I was so nervous.

“Hello, y/n.” My principal, Mr. Xisumavoid, waved me into his office when we arrived.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Void?” I asked him.

“Well, it is quite the situation.” Principal Xisumavoid said. “You see, your mom just called-”

“Step mom.” I corrected him.

“Right, step mom.” Principal Xisumavoid said. “Well, either way, she called to tell us that she has sold you to someone else so she could buy more redstone and potions.”

I gasped. “What? She sold me? To who?” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe my stepmom had sold me!

Principal Xisuma looked down at the paper in front of him. “Ah, to a person called Grian.”

“Wait, what? You mean the famous youtuber Grian from Minecraft?” I gasped.

“Yep. That’s me. Grian from Minecraft!”

I turned around to find Grian standing at the door to Principal Xisumavoid’s office. It was really him! With his waffle-looking hair and beady black eyes and red sweater, there was no mistaking him.

“y/n, when I saw that your evil stepmom put you up for sale on Facebook marketplace, I knew I had to do something! Don’t worry, y/n, I am very famous and rich. We will be best friends. And I must say, your moustache looks lovely.”

I gasped and blushed, my tears drying. Famous youtuber Grian complementing me? y/n? Suddenly, I knew my life was about to get a whole lot crazier.

[eunoiaflow3r]

our place - shawn mendes x reader

trying to get back into writing - bear with me pls.

warning(s): is it being corny a warning ? teasing.

word count: 1.3k

request: Something fluffy, playful/flirtatious, maybe even a tiny bit naughty (but it doesn’t have to be smutty, LOL). Maybe the reader is trying to distract him from something because she’s just wanting a bit of his attention. Maybe she is having a day where she’s just feeling a little clingy?

summary: clingy y/n.

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the day began with you and shawn in his bed. his sheets were cool and the sun poured in lightly from the closed beige curtains. you knew it was early but you didn’t bother checking the time - you didn’t want to move and wake him. you were comfortable in his warm arms.

the peace was short lived though because shawn began to move and hum as he woke. “morning” he says. he was more of a morning person than you were. you groaned in response. he kisses your forehead and moves to get up and stretch but you wrap your arms tightly around him and refused to let him go.

“just five more minutes.” you plead.

he laughs. “it’s already ten, love. time for coffee.” he kisses your hair and you let him go with another groan. why must he leave?

you check the time for yourself - 10:14. it was rare for you and shawn to sleep in. he was gone a lot at the studio lately so any time you could spend with him you would - even if sleeping.

you missed him even though it hasn’t been long so you make your way out of bed to make it. you throw on shawn’s t-shirt, so that you were only wearing that and a pair of panties. after brushing your teeth you make your way into the kitchen where shawn was standing drinking coffee and reading the news from his phone - a habit he stole from you.

reading the news in the mornings is something your mom did - and after you had told shawn that story, he started to do the same so you’d have something to talk about. you stand behind him and drag your hands up under his shirt so that you’re hands we’re on his bare stomach. his toned - bare stomach. you rested your face on his back so that you could feel every breath he took.

you loved him with every fiber of your being. he was everything you ever wanted and if you could scream it from the rooftops you would. sometimes you get a little insecure just because you think he’s so perfect - and deserves someone just as. he reassures you every time that you are though - and he loves you just as much, if not more.

he puts his hand over your arm and moves his thumb back and forth.

“how are you feeling?” he asks.

“i’m fine baby. how are you?”

he sighs. “gotta go the studio today. we’re finishing up track 12.”

you sigh in disappointment. you hate when he leaves you but he’s doing what he loves. you can’t stand in the way of that. “i understand.”

you take your arms away and go to walk back into his bedroom before he grabs your arm and spins you back to him. he kisses you and you kiss him back.

“i love you” he says, arms slipping around your waist and hugging you close.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips once more.

“love you.”

some time later you were both dressed. him in jeans and a button up, you in leggings and a sports bra - you were going to put a shirt over it later, closer to when you were about to leave. you were planning on heading to the gym.

right when shawn was headed to the door though, you snatched his keys and ran giggling. he ran after you, laughing behind. you realized you had no where to run so you put the keys in your bra - right between your boobs and covered them by crossing your arms.

he shook his head. “you really think that’s gonna stop me y/n?” he backs you up into a wall and places his hands on your hips so you wouldn’t go anywhere. he trails his hand up from the the bottom of your thigh, to the inside, just over your pussy, up your stomach and under your bra and grabs his keys…all the while his face in your neck trailing kissed down to your breasts. one he has his keys he gives each of them a kiss and then gives your lips one.

“i’ll see you later babe.”

after he left, you straightened up his place before heading over to yours to grab your gym bag. it wasn’t too much of a drive so you didn’t mind. sometimes you wondered about that next step though. the moving in part. but you weren’t even out to the public - shawn wanted to shield you from that. he knew how the media was and he didn’t want you to deal with the negativity of it. he wanted to protect you from everything.

your day was productive. you went to the gym, you cleaned your apartment, and you even managed to finish things up for work even though you were off today.

you were sleep on your couch with friends playing in the background when you heard a soft knock at your door. you woke and got up to answer it. shawn was at the door.

“hi baby.” you opened your arms to hug him and he walked into your place - you still latched onto him.

“how was the studio?“ you ask.

“it was good. almost done thankfully. how was your day?” he asks.

“good. missed you lots.”

he sat down on your couch and you straddled him.

“you could miss me less, ya’know.”

you look at him in confusion. “what do you mean?“ you ask.

he fishes in his pocket for something and pulls out a key - in your favorite color on a wrist band - also your favorite color.

“move in with me.” he says.

your eyes widen. “you’re kidding.”

“i’m not.”

you kiss him and he drops the key in surprise. you kiss him on the lips and all over his face in excitement. moving in? you can’t even imagine. it’s a pretty serious step that you can’t believe he wants to take with you. his hands move to your ass and yours to his hair…you just couldn’t be close enough. you never wanted to leave him.

after dinner, chinese - you left shawn alone to finish up some work while you went through your apartment trying to figure out what you wanted to take with you to shawn’s apartment - well now yours too - and what you wanted to give away or give up. this took like two hours but by the time you were done sorting shawn was still in deep into his computer working. you tried talking to him but he was distracted.

you tried sitting next to him but that did nothing. you tried turning off the tv - that was dumb considering he wasn’t even watching it - but nothing would tear him away from work and it was late and you wanted attention. so, like the minx you are, you go to your room, close the door, and get naked.

you laid down on your bed and opened snapchat. you positioned yourself so that your boobs, a bit of your stomach, and your lips were in a photo. once you liked it, you sent it to shawn. a minute later it was opened, and after a few seconds you heard him at the door and finally could see him open it.

“baby.” he says.

but you were giggling, hiding yourself under the covers.

“y/n,” he lays himself on top of you, “i’m warning you love.”

you peek your head out and go back under. he didn’t like that so he started tickling you and you lost control and came up from air.

“you’ve been such a tease today, what am i gonna do with you darling?”

you shrug. “i don’t know….let’s figure it out at your place.”

“our place.”

[spencerrxids]

truth

fools ( chapter 3 )

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pairing : steve harrington x fem!reader

genre : angst, there might be fluff (not gonna reveal anything)

warning : mention of death, implied suic!dal thoughts

summary : in which she has to face her fears to reveal to truth that are hidden beneath it

wordcount : 2.5k

a/n : and we’re finally on part 3 which is the last part of this mini-series. thank you guysss

Staring at the person—or body, Steve wasn’t sure anymore if the one in front of him was still his best friend or not. Was it too late? Can he save her? A million questions went into his head. A shaky breath came out of his mouth as he took a step back, too scared to face the reality in front of him. “It’s not working. Why-Why is it not-Why is it not working?!” He turned to face Max with a look that she had never seen on his face before—the look of despair.

Max took a step back from him, the memory of what had just happened to her hours ago creeping into her mind, not a feeling she would like to experience again. She stammered, couldn’t form a sentence as the words jumbled into some incoherent sounds. “I-I don’t get it. It's supposed to work. She must have seen the gate by now. She-She must….run towards it, unless……” Her voice died at the end as a realization hit her like a nightmare.

With tears brimming at the edge of her eyes, she turned to look at Steve who looked up as the realization hit him too—so did the other people in that room. Robin’s shoulder sank at the thought of losing one of her best friends. Almost all of them flinched when Steve grabbed the nearest thing to him and threw it to the other side of the room, not being able to control his feelings at all during that moment. Letting out a few curse words, he grabbed her shoulders, shaking her violently, wishing that it would wake her up. Wishing that it would wake him up from the living nightmare. “Not like this. Not like this. I won’t let you go away like this. No. No.” He puts his forehead on her shoulder, gripping her side tightly, scared that she might start to levitate from the ground like Max did.

“If this is about your parents. To hell with them. They don't deserve you but-but you have us. All of us. We’re all here for you. Come on, please.” Shaky laughter came out of him as the tears streamed down faster down his cheeks.

“Please……, don’t leave me. That’s all I ever asked from you. And-and I don’t know if you can hear me right now, but I know sometimes there are moments where you feel like you don't exist. That’s untrue. You’ve always been there. In my world. Ever since the beginning.”

“Those pink shoes that are always left untied. It bothered me so much, you know? I never told you but it always does. You always come to school with them untied so I brave up myself to do something about it, that day when I first approached you. I was shy. When you didn’t say anything, I thought you might see me as a creep for noticing that.” He paused as the world began to crumble, his voice faded as the fates held him by the throat.

Dustin stepped forward, tears staining his cheeks as he tried his best to muster a brave look. “When I got back from Summer Camp, you were the first one to notice me. Not Steve. Not the party. You. Mom was buying something in the store and suddenly there you were, knocking on the window and I’ll never forget what you said. ‘Dustin Henderson, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this date to come. Welcome home, kid.’ Those words—seem meaningless but it warmed my heart the fact that you remember the date of my arrival. That day I know how special it is to have someone waiting to meet you. To have someone whose faces light up when they meet you cause that’s how happy they are. And I just-And I just want you to know that-that’s me. I’m that someone when I see you. I’ll never forget you.”

Soon one by one stepped up, telling their stories about her-about her in their world—including Eddie who despite having very limited stories to tell about, still stepped up and told them about his encounter with her. “You’re like a sister to me. There were times where I stayed up at night and wished there was a world out there where you really are my sister. You cared and loved people so dearly and it is a privilege to be one of those people you cared and loved about.” That's what Max said about her.

Steve's steady breath began to shake again as he felt her slipping away from his grasp. “No. No. Were you not listening at all?! I-I, God, please.” Using all the strength left inside him, he tries to hold her still. “Run to it. Please,” He called out her name, voice cracking as he did so. “Hold on. Please hold onto us. Was it not enough? Not enough reasons? Not just me but every person in this room, they-they held you dearly close to their heart. You make-you make our days better with your presence and it's sickening that your world won’t let you see the truth that is laid in front of your eyes.”

He could faintly hear Nancy and the others calling out his name, but all he could hear was the memories of them together. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered one last thing. “It was never empty. That space in my heart. And it is not filled by Nancy. It is full by the thoughts of you.” Then he lets go of her body, letting fates decide what happened next.

***

Hearing all of those words entirely made her draw a deep, shuddering breath. Tears stained her cheeks as she took a little step back, looking at Vecna who was getting closer to her—still taunting her with his lies and words despite what she had just heard. “No one loves you. Not entirely. Lies are all they said. I can show you the truth.”

“Those are the truth.” She took a step back again, looking behind her shoulders.

It tilted its head to the side. “Or is it?” It said.

Raising its hand to the air, Vecna spoke once again. “Wasn’t it death that you had wished for? That you long for.” It took a painfully slow step towards her, time flew slower around her as the few moments felt like forever. She looks back to the portal that seems so close yet so far from.

The barrier between her life and death.

What is the point of going back to her life if she hadn’t faced all of those fears in front of her. “An unloving family you have. Friends who couldn’t give the same attention as you gave them. A lover you have not. Is that the kind of world you are willing to go back to? They only care because I got you now, wrapped inside my world. The world where you exist.” Her steps come to a halt as if its words are getting inside her once more, sticking itself to her brain like a parasite that won’t come off. Those thoughts that always haunt her life. “They’ll forget not even by tomorrow. Your death would be nothing but a quick meaningless one. It’ll be as if you never existed before.”

Voices filled her ears, faintly but clear to her. Come back. Come back. Don’t leave me. I’ll never forget you. It is full of you. They said. She could feel it getting to her even from the distance between them it was as if the air around her were starting to choke her and bring her up. Tears brimming at the edge of her eyes as she looks at Vecna. Those voices. Their voices. Their words. Can she hold onto that? Would that be enough reason for her to hold on? Would she not slip away from their words if it is not strong enough?

A string of hope tied itself to her, letting her hang onto it once more, this time she refused to let go of it ever again. “You’re wrong. Not even close to the truth. You think I’m weak enough to fall for your words. To fall for my own thoughts. My nightmares. If I ever to die in your hands, being forgotten would be the last thing I intended to be in their minds.” She could feel its hold on her weakened the more she spoke of her own feelings. “I’ve found peace………not because of you. But for once in my life, I listened to that one thoughts that truly belonged to me. And I……,” Standing back tall on her feet again as the hold it had on her had gone completely. “I have no intention to succumb today.”

Then she ran.

And never once did she look back.

***

The warm embrace of Steve Harrington was the first thing she fell onto when she got back. Her hands slipped around him naturally, not wanting to ever let go again as he wept onto her shoulders. She still has her eyes closed, afraid that if she opened it, all of them would vanish and she would still be stuck in there. “I thought I lost you. I almost lost you.” Those are the words that Steve managed to choke out.

She could feel the others reaching to her, a hand that feels like Max’s grabbing onto her right one, brushing her thumb against hers. “Thank you,” She croaked out, opening her eyes slowly. “For everything.” A smile went up to her face as the tears still streamed down her cheeks. One by one she looks at their eyes, each filled with relief. These are the truths that her world always hides her from. The truth she never managed to see for she was too focused on the darker side of her world.

Lastly, she pulled back a little to face Steve who is avoiding her face. Everyone seems to get the memo at this point as one by one starts to leave them to have their own moment together. Nancy threw a relieved smile before she lastly exited the room alongside Robin. “Steve,” She called out his name, cupping his cheek trying to get him to look at her directly. “Hey, Steve.”

“I’m right here, aren’t I? I’m okay.” She wiped her tears away, plastering a wide smile to prove it to him. The look on Steve’s face brings her pain and comfort at the same time. The thoughts of being mourned like this mean that her presence does have a big impact in his world. “Well, physically okay. Mentally, I don’t know. It was quite a scary experience.”

“I almost lost you,” He said those words again, this time looking directly at her, leaning on her palm that is holding his face. “I don’t know how I could live with the memory of your death plagued into my mind forever. I would never get to forgive myself if that ever happened. Never.”

“What happened is none of your fault at all. It was between me and my world. Don’t blame yourself for it. You couldn’t control something of mine that I have yet to learn to control, Steve.” The close distance between them allowed her to finally hear the skipped beat of his heart at the mention of his name that comes out of her. Hearing the truth. She couldn’t help but smile at that. “My near-death experience has transferred some of my intelligence into you. You talk big words now. It’s kinda scary, it doesn't suit you at all.”

He laughs at her words before burying himself to the crook of her neck. The vibration of his laughter brings one to her too. “Was it true? The things you said earlier.” She said once the laughter died down eventually, Steve pulled back once more to look at her. “I heard everything from the other side.”

The look Steve gave her was nothing like she had ever seen before. It was never seen by her, however, it was the same look on her face every time her eyes fell onto him, the same look that is on her face right now. “I love you. I think—I know I always do yet I have always convinced myself otherwise cause I’m afraid of the outcome. You said we are both fools for loving those who-who—what was that-that you said earlier again? Gosh, your words are hard to process into my little brain sometimes.” She smiled at him as he shook his head. “Does this make us even much more of a fool for not noticing that our feelings are directed to no one else but each other?”

A chuckle escaped her. “Well, you and Nancy happened.” She said, then Steve immediately holds up a finger in the air. “Nancy always knew even when I denied it, not out loud of course. But I guessed there were some real feelings and affection involved in that relationship that makes the ending hurts. I was younger and stupid.” He said.

“The last part seems to not have changed that much.” She commented, making him flick her forehead. “Ouch. Be careful with me. I’m fragile. I almost died.”

At the last word of her sentence, Steve’s shoulder sank once more, reminded of what almost happened to her earlier. He couldn’t resist the temptation to hold her close again, so he did. He wrapped his arms around her once more, not wanting to ever let go as his lips found the side of her face before finding her own. A sweet soft yet what felt so intimate gesture between the two of them. “You’re staying close to me from now on. No more near-death experiences. I won’t let you go before me.”

She let her head rest at the crook of his neck as her finger fiddled with the end of his hair. “No, you idiot. We’re a buy one get one package. If we go down, we do it together.” She could feel Steve’s smile onto her hair. As the two stayed there in silence for the next few moments, doing nothing but completely being enamored by each other's presence. Their line finally found a way to crossed one another, connecting them for eternity.

“Guess this makes us the fools in love.” He said.

She nodded quietly, the tiredness finally caught up to both of them. Her world is still far from fully being filled by the light. But as long as she no longer resides on the darker side of it. She doesn’t mind staying on whatever side is this. The side where only truth remains around her. The side where his heart beats at the mention of her name.

more a/n : i don’t think i mentioned it but they were not awkwardly standing hugging each other during those last scenes. they were sitting on the floor.

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[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

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"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

[andysbubba]

hello there! i just discovered this song called “emily” by james arthur and i was wondering if i could please request a dad! chris with that song? just him bringing his new baby girl home and him loving her 🥺😩 very softie right now tbh! thank youuuu x

daddy and emily

↳ chris getting some daddy-daughter time with emily

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walking dodger! em's milk is in the fridge. be back soon. you got this, papa!

ps; i left my phone here on purpose ;)

Chris freaked out for a moment, instantly realising that he's alone with Emily. He has never been alone with his little girl. At least not without you being somewhere in the house too. But now? You're nowhere near and Chris has no way of contacting you if anything happens. He's scared shitless.

Just on cue, the little girl starts blinking her eyes open and a soft cry leaves her lips. He takes a deep breath, calming himself down before he picks Emily up and cradles her in his arms.

"Good mornin', pretty girl." Chris says softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on her head with a smile on his lips. "Daddy's here, baby. I got ya, okay?"

His heart warms when a tiny smile peeks out on Emily's lips, her eyes glinting and her small hand is wrapped around Chris' index finger. He leans down, and kisses her hand, watching as his little girl grins wider at the action.

"Lets go heat up your food and wait for mommy to come back with your brother, alright?"

He knows she doesn't understand what he's saying but you've always said that Em loves his voice and loves hearing him talk. And if that will stop Em from crying, Chris is willing to do anything.

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He's holding his girl up, palm rubbing her back so he can get her to burp. Chris doesn't really know why but you've always done it so he figures that it should be important.

"C'mon, baby. I dunno why I'm supposed to make you burp but mommy has always done it, hasn't she?" He laughs breathily when Emily giggles softly at his words. "You're the cutest, sweetheart. Just like your mommy, huh?"

"You think mommy's tryin' to test me? She's taking a long time walking Dodger, isn't she?" He chuckles softly when Emily finally lets out a quiet burp. He holds her against his torso and Emily's cheek is pressed against his chest. "I'll be honest, Em. Daddy's pretty scared you're gonna cry, so promise me you won't, okay?" He gently caresses her back, hoping to calm her down.

He regrets his words immediately when Em's face cramps up, scrunching into a frown before a loud cry leaves her lips. Chris' eyes widens, instantly pulling Em up and closer to him.

"Oh no, baby. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm sorry, daddy shouldn't have said that, huh?" He holds her, pressing soft kisses on her forehead. "Should I try and sing for you, baby? Is that gonna make you feel better?" His voice was soft when he turns Emily around and cradles her in his arms. Chris laughs lightly when his little girl calms down, staring up at him and sort of waiting for him to sing. He clears his throat with a smile.

Dear Emily I really wanna write this carefully Know that we're a family It's only you, your mom and me Dear Emily We're gonna live forever happily I'm gonna ask your mum to marry me But there's some things you need to know

He has no idea what he's doing but Emily stopped crying so Chris figures that he's definitely doing something right.

Poppa was a rolling stone playing in a sold out show, yeah Taking all the highs and lows, been living with an empty soul, yeah And if you ever read the things they wrote, I hope that you can let them go I was living in a different world before I had my little girl, yeah Emily When I hear you cry I'll sing you back to sleep Do you know you inspire all my melodies? 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily Dear Emily I saw you way before you came to me 'Cause I picked out your name and wrote it on paper I needed life and life came and gave me Emily Will I be good enough for you? The truth is I'm afraid of everyone and anything that could hurt you

Chris didn't even register the front door opening. He's too enthralled with how peaceful his daughter looks with her eyes fluttering close. But he keeps on singing the lyrics of your favourite song that you're always playing on repeat. He doesn't know who sang it but he has always felt that he could relate to the lyrics.

Oh, Emily If you ever feel lonely, just sit next to me Since we brought you home with us you're everything 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily, yeah Oh, you're all I'll ever need, baby You're all I'll ever need, oh no, no no, no When I'm looking at your tiny feet I feel your heartbeat here inside of me I feel a love that I just can't believe

He's used to being in the public's eye. And he had a pretty wild life before you and Emily came into his life. The first time he saw a picture of the ultrasound and it truly dawned on him that he's having a daughter with the love of his life, Chris cried. It was easily one of the happiest days of his life.

He knows at that exact moment- there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, Emily and Dodger. His little family.

He sees some sort of movement from the corner of his eyes so Chris instantly turns, seeing you stand there and guiltily holding your phone up, seemingly recording his whole lullaby session. Dodger was obediently sitting by your side, so Chris has a feeling that you told Dodger to be quiet before you two came in.

"How long have you been standing there?" Chris asks quietly, a smile growing on his lips before he stands up from the sofa, careful not to move his hands too much so Emily stays asleep.

"You're the best dad, bubba."

He leans down when he's close enough, pressing a kiss against your lips and he rests his free arm around your shoulders. "You left your phone on purpose?"

You giggle softly at his question before you lean down and softly kiss Emily's cheek. "Thought you might need some daddy-daughter time. So I brought this guy out." Your hand reaches down and rubs Dodger's fur, laughing when he nuzzles into your leg.

"I'll go put this little one in her cot then we can have breakfast, okay?"

You hum as Chris leans down and presses his lips against your forehead before he turns around with Emily in his arms and going up to Em's nursery.

Chris sets Em down in her cot, arranging the pillows and the small bears so she's comfy. "Y'know, little one." Chris starts, hand reaching down and brushing Emily's hair off her face. "I've got a little ring hiding in the drawer." He whispers, leaning close to his daughter and kisses Emily's hair. "Once you wake up, daddy's gonna take the ring and ask momma to marry me, okay?"

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i have no idea what's up with me and babies lately– i swear to god i cannot stop thinking about being pregnant or like just carrying a baby jebdusbhssh 😭😭😭

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Born This Way (Because Of Negligence Towards Basic Scientific Safety)

(IDK how far apart the Fenton kids are in age, so Jazz is an Undetermined Age Where She's A Toddler But Also Very Verbal. Maybe it's the Genius Genes letting her learn faster. Let's go with that.)

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Maddie coughs, spitting out another glob of ectoplasm. "Well, at least know it's not an issues with the cooling system."

Jack sneezes out the ectoplasm stuck in his nose, and then grins and stands triumphantly. "Still a step towards success!"

Jazz frowns from where she's playing with her doll, safe within a Fenton Anti-Ghost Toddler Chamber. "Mommy, you should cover your mouth." She points at her own mouth. "Mr. Wummy on TV says dat getting weird stuff in your mouth is bad."

"Mr. Wummy is a cartoon, dear. We're seasoned scientists, we know what we're doing." She wipes herself off, and sits down. "If there were any side-effects to accidental ecoplasmic consumption, we'd know."

"But what if Danny doesn't like it?" Jazz point at her mother's belly.

Maddie pats her belly. "The baby is still just a fetus, sweetie. It can't tell what it does and doesn't like yet. And why are you so sure it'll be a boy?"

"Because I'm your baby girl. So now you need a baby boy!"

Maddie tilts her head and smiles lovingly at her daughter. "Oh, you're adorable." Nothing cuter than Child Logic.

Maddie stands back up, and puts her hands on the workbench. "Now, let's see about that firing mechanism..."

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Maddie brushes her teeth, sighing when her toothbrush comes away glowing green. "We really messed up a lot of experiments today. I think I swallowed a whole ghost's worth."

Jack spits a similarly colored mouthful of toothpaste foam out. "At least it doesn't taste as bad as it smells."

Maddie puts her hands on her belly, the bump now quite obvious. "II hope we're right about it not having side effects."

Jack's expression softens. He gently pulls his wife into a comforting hug. "The doctors all say he's as healthy as can be, Mads. You don't need to worry."

"I still worry anyway, though."

"Of course you do. You're his mom! But we'll worry together, and if you ever need me to, I'll do the worrying for us both! While you relax and give him more tips on how to avoid ghosts once he learns to walk."

Maddie giggles, and sighs. It'll all be fine... nothing to worry about.

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Jazz has her arms crossed, a teddy bear hanging from one hand. "Five times!"

"Yes, and did we mention we're so proud that you can count so we-"

"Five times!" She shouts again, waving her little sticky toddler hand at them. "I saw you eat the bad green stuff five times!"

"We didn't eat it," Maddie says patiently, "It got into our mouths by accident."

"You swallowed it!"

"Only a tiny bit, only on accident, dear."

Jazz puts her hand on her mom's belly. "Danny is gonna be here soon and he's gonna be mad!"

"He won't even know it happened, sweetheart."

"Yes he will! He'll be the smartest ever, just like me and like you and like daddy! And he'll be so upset and never stop crying!"

"Babies do that anyway, sweetie." Maddie rubs her belly. It's true, Danny is due any day now. And yes... there's been some extra Ectoplasm Incidents lately. Maddie just can't stay awake sometimes, and... well. That's not exactly good when working on ghost hunting machines.

"Your baby brother will be perfectly fine," Maddie assures. "He's a healthy baby boy, and he'll be just as healthy when you meet him."

Jazz lights up at the mention of meeting him. She can't wait!

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Jazz bounces excitedly in her dad's arms. She gets to meet her baby brother! Finally! She's going to read him bedtime stories, and protect him from closet monsters, and show him how to throw a tea party!

Jack chuckles. "Calm down, sweetie, you don't get to play with him quite yet! He's still very fragile."

"But he's okay?"

"Yes, he and Mommy are both okay. Better than okay."

Jack knocks on the hospital room door, and they enter.

Maddie is holding Danny, and it looks like she fell asleep. Jazz gasps, even though all she can see so far is the blanket bundle.

"He's tiny!"

"Very." Again. Ah well. Jack had always hoped one of his kids would groww up to be taller than him, but maybe it'll have to be a grandkid.

He walks over, and smiles at his sleeping wife. "Okay, let's be quiet," he whispers. "We don't want to wake mommy."

Jazz nods seriously.

Jack sets her on the bed, and Jazz carefully crawls closer to Danny. She moves the blanket to get a good look at his face, grinning widly-!

She frowns. "Where is he?"

"What?!" Jack hurriedly picks up the bundle, making Maddie startle awake. "Holy-"

"Jack? Honey? What is it?!" Maddie's tone becomes increasingly panicked.

Jack, looking a bit pale, hands the bundle back to her. She gasps.

It's empty, and freezing!

"Where- where is-"

And then suddenly. He's there.

Fast asleep, wrapped up snug and tight. His little face still red from being brand-new to the world, his tiny tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he snoozes.

He disappears again.

Maddie thinks she's about to pass out.

Finally, Jazz breaks the horrified silence. "I told you to cover your mouths!"

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Danny sleeps all the way home, and all the way up to his room. Jazz is waiting by the bassinet, and peeks in as soon as he's placed down. She frowns. "Mommy, his hair is white. He's not old."

Maddie sighs. "No, he's not. Apparently it just... does that, sometimes."

Danny yawns, and opens his little eyes. Jazz's own eyes widen as well. "He's glowing!"

"Yes... that happens too."

Danny screws up his face, and starts crying. Maddie picks him up and rocks him. "Poor baby... he's so cold."

"Why?" Jazz tilts her head.

Maddie sighs. "Well... your father and I... we think he's half-ghost."

"How?"

"... Probably... the ectoplasm," Shame burns in Maddie's veins.

Jazz, wide-eyed, reaches to to try and touch Danny. "Is he dead?" She doesn't sound sad, because it looks to her like even if he is dead, he's still alive.

"No!" Maddie shuts the idea right down. "He is a very healthy, living boy! But he's... different."

"Are you gonna trap him?"

"Wh- Jasmine, why would you ask that!"

"He's a ghost."

"No! No, we never treat him like any other ghost. And he's only partly ghost, so it barely counts. Now, Mommy has to feed him so he can go back to sleep. How about you go pick a movie for tonight?"

Jazz nods. She takes that job very seriously. There's a science to picking movies.

She heads off, and Maddie looks at Danny's sniffling little face. His eyes are back too baby blue, but his hair isn't quite black yet.

At least he's still visible.

At least the side effects seem mild.

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It's about 6 am when Jack bolts up too use the bathroom. On his way back, he decides to check on the kids.

Jazz is asleep, cuddling a stuffed animal. Jack smiles.

Danny is also asleep, wrapped up in a cute little onesie and floating above the bassinet FLOATING ABOVE THE BASSINET?!?!

Jack runs over and grabs Danny from the air, pulling out a Fenton Ghost-Whapping Baton!

And then he looks at Danny, who's whining, and sees sleepy glowing green eyes looking at him.

"Oh. Um, sorry, son." He puts away the baton. "I thought a ghost was stealing you."

Danny yawns. Jack sees a cold breath puff out of his son's mouth, despite the room being temperature-controlled to keep him toasty during the nights.

Jack puts Danny back into the bassinet. He leaves, and comes back a little bit later with some equipment.

He sets up a rudimentary ghost-shield to keep Danny from floating away during the night, but won't trap him. He can still float a little, if need be.

"The scariest ghost we've faced yet," Jack mumbles. He kisses Danny's forehead, and sits there until Danny falls asleep. By then, Danny is human again.

Jack leaves, and in the morning he and Maddie begin working on some upgrades for Danny's room.

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Danny babbles happily as Jazz plays peek-a-boo with him.

"Boo!"

Laughter.

"Boo!"

More laughter!

"A-boo! A-boo!" Jazz can't stop grinning. She's a great older sister! Look at her go!

She takes Danny's hands, and moves them over his face. "Now, where's Danny? ... Here he is! Oh."

Danny isn't there. But his clothes are, and something's inside of them. And Jazz is still holding two chubby baby arms, even if they're cold and invisible.

Jazz stares for a second, and then speaks. "... Peek-a-boo?"

Danny reappears, and squeals with laughter!

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Maddie sits down to give Danny his bottle. She's brought him out shopping with her so she can grab some replacement parts that fried in their latest invention, the Fenton Ecto-Extractor!

Jazz had thrown a fit when she'd heard the name, and it startled Jack so bad he'd turned it on too early and it completely collapsed on itself! It took half an hour to convince Jazz that they weren't trying to use it to make Danny normal, just using it for themselves now that they know it can cause... strange things, to happen.

Danny drinks the bottle with no issue, and burps as soon as she starts his back. Really, he's a pretty easy baby. Except for the ghost part.

Maddie is getting him back in the stroller when Danny's face screws up. She watches a cold, visible breath leave his mouth, and then he starts to scream. Sobbing, wailing baby screams, attracting the concerned and/or annoyed attention of most people around them.

"He's just tired," she assures loudly. His breath is still puff out in cold clouds, even though it's perfectly warm in the mall.

Maddie quickly picks him back up and hugs him, bouching and singing to try and calm him down.

Danny starts to quiet down. She puts him back in the stroller, but as soon as she does (as soon as he looks behind her with those bright, bright green eyes) he starts crying again.

She sighs and picks him up, hurrying back to the car. She'll just come back for the parts later. Clearly, something is upsetting him.

Something that she just can't see.

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Jazz leans away from Danny, grinning. "There!"

Danny is propped up on her bed. Maddie and Jack needed to quickly decontaminate themselves, and so Jazz had to watch Danny for just a minute.

And in that minute, she's does some redesigning.

Danny's fluffy white hair has a little bow in it, and she's put some of her kiddie makeup on him.

Danny disappears for a second, and the bow falls. When he reappears, it's not on his head anymore. He looks at Jazz blankly.

Jazz crosses her arms. "No fair! I was making you pretty!"

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Maddie stumbles into Danny's room. She flicks on the light, and turns off the Fenton Ghost-Shielding Hanging Mobile. She reaches in and pulls the crying Danny out of the bassinet, shushing and rocking him.

Danny's eyes are bright green again, and Maddie can see his breath. "Oh, you always get so worked up when this happens," she says softly. "Is the cold upsetting you?"

Danny doesn't answer, just cries more.

Maddie takes him to her and Jack's room, and lays down with him on her chest. Jack rolls over in his sleep and puts his arms around her, cradling both of them.

Danny falls back asleep soon, and Maddie sighs. She can still see his breath, but at least he's calm now.

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Jazz holds up her drawing, and shakes her head. She goes back to scribbling, and moves closer to Danny. "This is black," she says to him, pointing at the crayon she's using. She picks up another color. "And this one is red."

Danny stares as Jazz keeps scribbling. Jazz assumes that means he's learning.

"I'm going to let Mom and Dad know I saw this in my closet," she says seriously. "I think people know you're special and want to steal you!"

Danny blows a spit bubble by accident, and laughs when it pops.

Jazz's eyes hold more determination than ever. She scribbles with the fury of a million warriors. "You're very valuable." She learned that word yesterday. "So you need lots of protecting."

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"Do you think this will make her feel better?" Maddie asks as she closes the panel.

Jack lifts his soldering mask and nods. "If one thing can make a person feel safe, it's fifty anti-ghost devices hidden in their walls!"

"I just worry about that doodle. What if something really got in?"

"Mads, you personally handcrafted every single sensor put up in the kids's rooms! If a ghost had gotten in, we'd know! To get past then they'd need deep knowledge of exactly how our deigns work and how they detect ghost energy, and no ghost has that!"

"You're right, you're right. Still, I hate to think she might be having nightmares about something like that. It looked like it had devil horns."

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"Peek-a-boo!" Jazz grins at Danny. "Peek-a-boo!"

It never gets old for him! No matter how many times they play, Danny loves it!

"Peek... a-boo!" Jazz does little jazz-hands.

Danny disappears, and Jazz grins. "Where's Danny? Where'd he go?"

Danny reappears, and-

"B-b-boo!"

Jack and Maddie dart into the room! Maddie swoops Danny up, eyes wide!

Danny giggles, and says it again. "Boo!"

Maddie and Jackie both tear up. In unison they shout, "HIS FIRST WORD!"

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Danny gnaws on the toy with his little baby gums.

"I can't believe it. Already teething," Maddie sighs, holding him. "Seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital."

Jack wipes his eyes. "He's growing into a young man already."

"Oh, Jack, stop it, he's not nearly a young man."

"But he will be before we know it!"

Maddie pats her husband on the back comfortingly as he begins to blubber.

Maddie closes her eyes, thinking about those early months with Danny, figuring out how to prepare for his floating and invisibility, learning to not panic when his eyes and hair changed color, learning that sometimes when they do his clothes change color as well...

She's startled out of her thought by something warm and wet on her lap.

She looks down to see the teething toy on her thigh... and a whole lot of nothing where Danny's head should be.

Then it' back when she blinks, and he's beginning to whine for his toy.

She quickly picks him up off her laps and retrieves it, giving it back to him.

So... the ghost abilities are still developing, then. She'll have to let Jack know about this later.

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"Daniel Fenton," Jack says, the most serious Jazz has ever seen him, "You're in big trouble this time, mister. I don't know how you did this-"

Jack shakes the empty tube of baby snacks, safe for teething babies.

"But I will get to the bottom of it!"

"Look like he already did," Maddie jokes, setting Jazz's breakfast down for her.

Jazz laughs, because it sounds like a Smart Adult Joke and she thinks those are funny, even when she doesn't understand them.

Danny babbles, smacking his chair's food tray.

"Oh no you don't, mister! You're getting regular baby food this morning and that's all!" Jack grabs the jar of food, and holds up the spoon. "Now, here comes the Fenton Ghost-Tracking Copter!"

He puts the spoon up to Danny's mouth-

-and right through his head.

He gasps and pulls back, and Danny's head reappears. He babbles, smacking the tray again.

Maddie drops her fork. "I can't believe I forgot! That's what I was going to tell you about!"

Jazz looks at her parents. "You didn't know he does this?"

They both gawk at her. "You did?!"

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Danny reaches up and grabs Jazz's nose. Jazz wrinkles it, and he laughs.

Jazz sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes, and Danny laughs even harder!

Jazz looks at her parents as they finish setting up the picnic blanket. "I'm the funniest big sister ever!"

"You sure are, sweetie!" Maddie scoops Jazz up and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "You get it from me."

Jack laughs. "It's true! Your mother could get the whole Ghost Hunting Club laughing out HAZMAT suits off all day long back in the day! ... 'Course it was just the three of us, but still, three's a crowd!"

"May as well have been doing stand-up," Maddie says, setting Jazz down on the blanket.

They enjoy the little outing, the sun shining but not beating down, the cool breeze just enough to crispen the air but not freeze.

And then Jazz looks at Danny. She sees glowing eyes, and a puff of breath come out of his mouth. "Uh-oh. Mommy! He's gonna cry!"

Maddie picks Danny up right as he starts to wail. She hugs him, and is shocked. He doesn't feel cold this time!

Is he just cold inside?

Or is there some other problem?

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Jack rubs his ears. "That child wails like a Banshee!"

"He could very well be doing exactly that," Maddie points out. "We still don't know what other abilities he'll develop as he ages!"

"Or how well he'll be able to control them. ... Mads... should we homeschool him?"

"It's a little early to worry about that, Jack."

"I know that tone, you're worrying about it too."

"... We can't just keep him isolated from the rest of the world, Jack. It'll be unhealthy for him. And what if it makes him lean into his ghost side too much?"

"So you think we should let him go to school."

"Yes. ... But not pre-school. We'll teach him to not use his abilities around other kids, and then send him to Kindergarten."

"... Alright, Mads. If you think that's what's best, then that's what's best!"

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"Come on, that's it! Yes, yes, WHOO!" Maddie picks Danny up as soon as he walks over. "Who's a strong little Fenton? Who's the best little boy at walking in the whole wide world?"

"Danny!" Jazz cheers from the couch.

"Danny!" Maddie and Jack both cheer at once.

Danny laughs and squeals, kicking his legs and flapping his arms. His first proper Walk! Not just a step or two and then crawling, that was real walking!

Jack takes Danny, holding him aloft. "You're a real butt-kicker in the making, son! You'll be as strong as your old man someda-"

Jack feels something bump him, hard.

He shouts as he goes down! Danny going with him!

But as Jack meets the floor, he feels Danny's weight disappear from his hands!

He lands with an "oof", and looks up to see Danny floating above him, surrounded by a faint white aura. Danny looks down and babbles, sucking his thumb. Then... he moves.

He's only ever floated in place before. But as he looks down at his dad, he kicks his little legs and moves! Moving right across the room!

And then he looks behind his dad, and his breath comes out in puffs. He starts crying and wailing hysterically.

Jazz peers at where Danny is looking. "Mommy, hit the air with the stick!"

Maddie gently grabs Danny. "Why, sweetie?"

"Danny is scared! So we have to protect him!"

Maddie grabs her Fenton Baton, and gives the area Danny was looking at a good thwack. She expects it to go right through the empty air.

Instead there's a loud zap! There's a cry of pain! And then a semi-transparent form zooming out of their house!

Maddie's jaw drops. Jack scrambles to his feet and grabs every ghost weapon in radius, forming a protective circle around the family with them!

Maddie looks at Danny, who's now calm.

And his breath isn't visible.

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"We're just seeing if my hypothesis is right," Maddie assures.

Jazz sobs, clinging onto her leg. "NOOOO! HE'LL GET HURT! OR STOLED!"

"Stolen, sweetie. And Mommy and Daddy would never let that happen."

Jazz scream-sobs again.

"What if we can promise you the ghost will be in a big, big box?"

Jazz looks at her mom with watery eyes. "Like around Danny's crib?"

"Yes, like that."

"But-but he's so little."

"It'll just be a second, sweetheart."

Jazz sniffles again. "... Can I hold the stick?"

Maddie smiles softly. "Yes, sweetie, you can hold the stick."

A couple hours later, Jack and Maddie return home with a ghost in a box. It's yelling something, but the box is soundproof.

Jack sets the box down, and goes to grab Danny. He comes back, and holds Danny firmly while walking towards the ghost. Danny's eyes are covered by a too-big hood on his little shirt. He can't see, or hear, that there's a ghost nearby.

Danny's breath comes out a visible puff about two feet away from the ghost, and he starts crying. Jack steps back a ways, and Danny's breaths become normal again. He settles down.

Jack walks closer. Puff of breath, and crying.

Jack steps back. Normal breath, calm Danny.

"He can sense ghost's," Maddie says, looking in awe at her baby boy. Her face breaks into a grin. "He's his own portable ghost detector! He'll never be caught unawares, he'll be able to always defend himself!"

She runs up to Jack and hugs them both, kissing Danny's little forehead. Danny babbles.

"He'll never be caught unawares," Maddie says again in relief. "Oh, this makes me feel so much better."

"Mommy? ... Does that mean we're haunted all the time?"

Maddie's relief hardens and breaks in her chest.

All those times Danny's Ghost Sense has gone off inside! All those times!

She pulls away. "Jack, we're upping our security!"

Jack nods. "Time for FentonWorks 2.0!"

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Danny giggles as his dad chases him around the house. He phases through doors and turns invisible in hiding places, always giving himself away with laughter.

Jack grabs Danny just before he phases through the next door. “Gotcha!”

Danny laughs, happy little kid squeals that you can hear through the whole house. Jack puts Danny on his shoulders and heads into the kitchen. “He’s getting pretty good at running! Say, whatcha making, Mads?”

“Meatloaf. Would you mind helping?”

Jack sets Danny down at the table and helps Maddie make dinner, while Danny eyes something on the counter.

“Cookie.”

Maddie looks over. Danny is staring at the cookie jar. “No sweetie, no cookies yet.”

“Cookie!” 

“Not yet.”

Danny starts to cry. “Cookie!”

Maddie walks over, and gives Danny his binkie. Danny refuses it af first, but once he has it he calms down fast.

He looks at the cookie jar still, though.

And, slowly, he lifts out of his chair. He kicks his little legs, pushing himself forward. He plops down on the counter, and reaches into the jar with an intangible hand. 

He pulls out not one, but two cookies!

He gets so excited that he starts waving his arms, making happy noises.

Jack looks over. “What? Maddie, he’s gotten into the cookie jar!”

“I’ve got it!” Maddie walks over and scoops Danny up in his old Anti-Ghost-Phasing Blanket. Soft, warm, and totally ghost-proof.

Danny whines. “Cookie!”

“I said not yet, honey.” Maddie grabs the cookies and puts them on the counter. She safety pins the blanket around Danny like a little cape, except it takes away his powers.

Danny sits in his chair, throwing a fit! But to no avail. Eventually he just sits there, tear-faced and angry.

And then Jazz walks in. She looks over at the cookies, and then at Danny.

She walks over and snatches them off the counter as quick as she can! She casually walks over to the table, and hands them to Danny.

Danny brightens up. He shoves one cookie in his mouth, and gives the other back to Jazz. His original intention.

Jazz smiles, and scarfs the cookie down just before Maddie turns around.

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“Why?” Danny looks at his mom with wide, innocent eyes.

Maddie’s heart aches. “People might get scared.”

Danny frowns. “Scawy?”

“No, no, you aren’t scary. But the... idea of ghosts, for a lot of people, can be scary.”

Danny thinks, and then walks over to the fridge. “Scawy.”

Maddie looks at the drawing Danny is pointing at. It’s Jazz’s drawing of The Ghost.

The one that’s been haunting them for months.

Black horns, it looks like. Red eyes. Deathly blue skin. It makes Maddie shiver, knowing it had direct access to her children for so long. 

Danny starts to cry. “I scawy!”

Maddie scoops him up. “No, no sweetie! You are nothing like that monster, nothing like it at all! And you never will be, I promise!” Maddie hugs him tightly. “Oh, my poor baby... how about we take a break? Do you want to help Jazz paint something?”

Danny sniffles, and nods. They head upstairs, leaving the talk for another day.

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“Kindergarten, Jack,” Maddie says, packing the little lunch box. “He’s already in Kindergarten!”

Jack is already openly sobbing as he makes Jazz a sandwich.

“Do you think he understands what he needs to do?” Maddie asks no-one in particular, just worrying.

“He understands perfectly!”

Maddie jumps a little, and turns around to see Jazz smiling proudly. Danny stands right next to her, a shyer smile on his face. Maddie tears up at the sight of him with his little backpack and school outfit on. 

Jazz looks at Danny. “Go ahead! Show them what we practiced!”

Danny puffs out his chest to look strong. “I won’t go through anything, turn invi-invisi- um, turn not-seeing-me, I won’t fly, and, um... and if I feel another ghost, I’ll use this!” He pulls his little Fenton Emergency Pager out of his pocket.

Maddie wipes her eyes. “Perfect, honey,” she says, letting the pride seep into her voice. “Oh, my baby boy! Growing up so fast!” She picks him up and kisses his face. Danny wraps his arms around her neck.

“Do I have to go, mommy? They’ll think I’m scary.”

“Oh, honey. You aren’t scary, I promise.”

“... What if I need to be scary?”

“Mommy will come be scary for you.”

“She very good at it,” Jack chimes in, shivering a little as he remembers the time a ghost attacked while Maddie was buying Danny’s first pair of little shoes. By the time it was over, Jack almost pitied the thing.

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Maddie gives Danny one last hug. “Remember, calls u anytime you need us, okay?”

He nods. “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy. I love you, Jazz.”

“You’re just going to school, not saying bye forever.” Even as Jazz says it, her lip wobbles and her voice cracks.

Danny floats up to the car window give her a hug, before being quickly held up by Maddie to cover the power use.

“That’s the only time today you’ll do that,” she reminds him. 

Danny nods.

Eventually... the goodbyes are done being dragged out. Danny’s family drives away as the teacher leads him inside.

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Danny sits on a swing by himself, not sure what to do.

Usually at home he plays using his powers. He doesn’t know how to be good at tag without making it so people can’t touch him, or how to play hide-and-seek without turning invisible.

He kicks the sand. This is stupid. He misses Jazz. He can play with her.

“Hi.”

Danny looks up. Another young boy is standing in front of him, holding some kind of electronic. The boy holds out his hand. “I’m Tucker.”

Danny shakes his hand, focusing very hard on keeping it a real hand. “I’m Danny.”

Tucker shows him the electronic. “Want to play my game?"

Danny looks at it. It’s a coloring game. He nods.

They pass it back and forth between each other for a while, both coloring in different parts of the same picture. 

Eventually it’s time to back in. Danny and Tucker ask if they can sit closer together.

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“So, how was it?” Maddie asks, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she picks Danny up. “Have fun?”

“I made a friend!” Danny yells! “His name is Tucker and he’s really nice!”

Maddie relaxes. “Oh? How did you meet?”

“He let me play his coloring game!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“We made a tower out of blocks and it was the strongest ever! And I never used my powers!”

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie!”

Maybe Maddie can stop worrying now. ... Probably not.

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“What if we gave it big scary horns?” Danny says as he doodled something in crayon. “Like the thing that watches my window.”

Tucker looks at him with wide eyes. “A monster watches you?”

“My parents don’t let it touch me. They hunt ghosts.”

“Oh. Do you hunt ghosts?”

Danny shakes his head. “I’m too little.”

“Oh. Me too.”

“You should give it bat wings.”

They both look up. The quiet girl who usually sits in the back is standing in front of them, her hair pulled back in a tight black braid and her clothes perfectly pressed. 

Danny looks at the drawing, and nods. He adds the wings. “We’re drawing the monster from that story we heard today.”

The girl sits down. “I bet it had claws. And could breathe black fire!”

Danny adds them on. “You’re really smart!”

The girl nods. “I am.”

“I’m Danny.”

“I’m Tucker!”

The girl grins. “I’m Samatha.”

“Wow... that’s a long name,” Danny says, eyes wide. “My sister has a long name too. Do all girls have long names?”

Samantha thinks. “I dunno. I haven’t met all girls.”

“Oh. We don’t know all boys, either.”

They spend the rest of free time coloring. Once it’s over, Samantha moves to sit with them.

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“So, how was today, sweetie?”

“I made another friend! She’s really good, and her parents make her have long hair but she wants it short, and we made this with her!” He shows Maddie the drawing.

Maddie grimaces a little, but turns it into a smile. “It’s lovely, dear. Looks... a little like Jazz’s picture.”

Danny nods.”The monster in the story lived in the window. So does this ghost.”

“... What?”

“He lives by my window. But he can’t come inside, so I make faces at him and make him mad.”

Maddie speeds up a little. “Danny, we’re going to be altering your windows when we get home. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Danny leads Sam and Tucker to his room with his tiny arms full of snacks. He brings them inside, and proudly stands in the middle. “This is my room!”

"Cool!” Tucker exclaims. “Whoa, you have a computer?”

Danny shakes his head. “That’s to keep ghosts out. Ghosts hate us.”

“You’ve seen some?” Samantha asks, eyes wide.

Danny grins. “So many!”

“Can we see some?”

“Sure, I can even-”

They hear a gasp in the doorway. Turning to look, they see Jazz. “Danny, you didn’t let me meet your friends!”

Danny looks horrified. “Oh no!” He runs over and pulls Jazz into the room. “This is my big sister Jazz! She’s the coolest big sister!”

“I’m Tucker!”

“I’m Sam!”

Jazz grins. “Guess what I learned yesterday?” She points out of the room. “How to use the remote!”

The trio of toddler’s eyes sparkle. They cheer for Jazz as all of them descend, ready to Take Control Of The TV!

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“-and this is The Box Ghost,” Danny says, showing his friends the doodle him and Jazz made at home. “He’s silly. He wants to be scary, but he isn’t.”

Tucker and Samantha nods like it the most important thing they’ll ever learn.

Danny pulls out the next drawing. “This is Scary, the ghost from my window.” It’s a new drawing, a little more detailed thanks to Jazz being better at drawing now. And Danny having seen the face so, so many times. “I don’t see him anymore. Mom and Dad kicked him out of the window.”

“He’s ugly,” Samantha says, wrinkling her nose. 

“He looks stinky,” Tucker agrees.

Danny looks over at the window. “Shhhh! He’s here!”

Tucker and Samantha look at the window. They see nothing.

They look back at Danny. They see little puffs coming out of his mouth, and his eyes are the wrong color.

Danny pulls his pager out. “It’s okay. Mommy will come scare him away.”

“We can’t see him,” Samantha says.

Danny nods. “He’s hard to see.”

“Do you have to have glowy eyes like yours?” Tucker asks. “I have to have glasses. Are your eyes like Ghost Glasses?”

Danny thinks, and then nods. “I guess so. ... OH NO!” He covers his eyes. “You aren’t supposed to see that!”

“Why not?”

“Mommy said it’s a secret! You’ll think I’m scary!”

“But it’s not scary.”

Danny tilts his head, still covering his eyes. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s cool!”

He slowly uncovers his eyes. “... Do... you think this is scary?” He holds out his arm, and makes it invisible.

Tucker and Samantha gasp! Danny pulls his arm back, about to cry. They think he’s scary, they won’t be his friends anymore-

“That’s so cool,” Samantha says.

“I wanna do that!” Tucker exclaims.

Danny can’t believe it for a second. And then he grins. “I can do more stuff too! I’ll show you at my house!”

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Maddie paces the floor while Danny sits on the couch, his little face burning with shame.

Jazz sits next to him, arms crossed. Jack stands in front of him, Maddie pacing beside her husband.

“You told your friends?” Maddie asks again.

Danny nods, keeping his head low. “I didn’t mean to. I saw Scary, and my eyes turned green, and I can’t fix that.”

Maddie sighs. “I know, sweetie, but you showed them more after! We caught you flying them around your room! How can you even carry both of them at once?!”

“It’s easy when I’m a ghost,” he says, still keeping his head low. “Everything’s easy when I’m a ghost.”

Maddie stops pacing. “Oh, sweetie... I know it must be strange for you to suddenly have to hide it.”

Danny nods. He sniffles a little.

“It’s for your own safety, son,” Jack says. “You understand that, right? We just want you to be safe.”

“Other kids can be mean, Danny,” Jazz says. “I’m smart, and some kids are mean to me for that.”

“But Samantha and Tucker aren’t mean!”

“No, they aren’t,” Maddie concedes. “... I guess what’s done is done. Danny?” She kneels down in front of him and gently lifts his head up, wiping his tears away. “We aren’t mad. We’re worried. They’re your friends, but they also don’t understand this the way we do.”

“... Can you make them understand?”

Maddie nods. “We’ll absolutely have a talk with them. You can go get them from your room right now, even. But Danny? No-one else. Okay? These two kids are the only kids you will ever tell. Promise?”

Danny nods, still sniffling. “Promise.”

Maddie puts on her HAZMAT glove and holds out her pinkie. “Fenton promise?”

Danny links her pinkie with his, letting it go ghostly. “Fenton promise, Mommy.”

“Okay. You can send your friends down now.”

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Danny waits for his mom to come pick him up, Samantha and Tucker sitting next to him.

Samantha looks up suddenly. “I don’t like my name.”

Danny and Tucker look at her.

She stands up. “From now on, my name is... is Sam!”

Danny and Tucker clap, because they learned that’s the polite thing to do when someone has a dramatic moment like this. They learned it from watching the older kids do a play.

Sam sits back down. “I’m Sam,” she says happily. “Sam.”

“Sam is a good name,” Danny says. 

“Easier to write,” Tucker says. 

“Yeah.” Sam is very proud of her new name.

They wait a bit longer, and a long black car pulls up. Sam stands up, but her parents don’t step out.

A tall, white-haired man does, one none of them have ever met before. He smiles down at them. “Hello, Danny. Hello, Danny’s friends.”

“Who are you?” 

“I’m a friend of Danny’s parents,” he says, giving a slight bow (or maybe just bending over to hear them better since they’re so much shorter than him). 

“I don’t know you,” Danny says, accusatory. “Mrs. Emma told us about people like you!”

The Man shakes his head. “I’m not a stranger, I promise. Your parents and I are very close.”

“I don’t know you,” Danny says again. He steps between The Man and his friends. “I’m gonna tell Mrs. Emma on you.”

“Danny, really, your mother called and asked me to pick you up.”

“You liar! She always picks me up!”

“She’s fighting a ghost right now.”

“She leaves fights to come get me!”

The Man sighs. He grabs Danny’s arm. “Stubborn like your parents. Come on, I promise you’ll be fine.”

“NO!” Danny yanks his arm, trying to get away. “LET GO OF ME!”

“Stop making a scene!”

“LET GO! YOU-”

Danny gaps, a puff of breath coming out and his eyes turning green.

“S-Scary,” he whimpers. “SCARY! MOMMY! MOMMMYYYY! SCARY HAS ME!!! HELP!!!”

Danny yanks again, Tucker and Sam finally running inside to get Mrs. Emma! 

The Man scowls. “I’m trying to help you, little badger!”

“YOU’RE THE SCARY IN THE WINDOW!” Danny looks at him with bright eyes, tearful and afraid. “GET AWAY!!!”

Danny’s little hand glows green, and suddenly The Man is clutching his stomach instead of Danny’s arm. Danny runs inside, right into Mrs. Emma’s arms. He sobs to her as she frantically calls the police, trying to read the plate of the car speeding off into the distance.

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Maddie hands Jazz a Baton. “This is in case this ‘Scary’ come after you,” Maddie says, still shaking a bit. “Okay?”

Jazz nods. 

“Danny, this is for you.” Maddie hands him a black-and-white suit. “This is to keep other ghosts from sensing you, okay? So wear it under your clothes.”

Danny nods, still crying.

Maddie looks at Sam and Tucker. Their parents were late picking them up, but with the attempted kidnapping it was decided that they’ll stay with The Fentons for a few hours until their parents could get them.

“You two get these.” She hands them Fenton Pagers, and Fenton Fun-Sized Ghost Stunners. “They can hurt people too, so only use them on ghosts. Or if someone tries to do... what you saw today, ever again.”

Sam and Tucker nod.

“And Danny? From now on, wait with Mrs. Emma until we come inside to get you.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“And when I get my hands on this ‘Scary’, I promise you’ll never have to worry about him again.”

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Danny looks around to see if anyone is watching. He, Tucker, and Sam are crouched under a desk in the classroom while everyone else is out at recess. 

He holds out his hand to the stack of paper, and closes his eyes. For a second, nothing happens.

And then it glows green, and a small beam shoots from his hand! Tucker and Sam gasp!

“You’re like a superhero!” Tucker exclaims, standing up. 

“A ghost superhero!” Sam says, standing up too. “You need a superhero name!”

Danny shoots up, smiling widely. “What should it be?”

They all think for a long, long time.

Sam perks up. “I know!”

She grabs a book from the corner. The book is a Halloween one, mostly for pictures with just a few words. She flips to a page, and points to it. “This word! It means Ghost!”

Danny and Tucker peer at it. “How do you say it?” Tucker asks.

Sam grins. “Phantom!”

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“Phantom?” Maddie says, looking at the doodle.

Jack nods. “Apparently Sam came up with it! Our boy wants to be a ghost hunter after all!”

“Superhero, this says.”

“Same thing!”

“Jack, what’re you making there?”

Jack holds up the suit, one of the prototype Anti-Ghost-Detection suits for Danny. “I got out my old needlepointing stuff and am making him a superhero costume! See, it’s a P!”

Maddie squints, trying to get a better look at the outline. “It looks like a D.”

Jack looks at it. “Hmm. I guess from some angles. But it’s a P! Or, DP! Danny Phantom!”

Maddie’s expression goes soft. “Awww! Okay, you keep making that, and I’ll hang this doodle on the fridge! But no actual ghost fighting until he’s at least fourteen, right?”

“Absolutely!”

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Danny steps into the school “Halloween Party” with his hands on his hips and a bright grin, looking like a mini-version of his dad behind him.

“Aww, and what are you dressed as, Danny?” Mrs. Emma asks.

“A superhero ghosthunter!” Danny says proudly. “My parents made this for me!”

“It’s great,” Mrs. Emma says genuinely. “Alright, go mingle! We’re going to make paper jack-o-lanterns later so now is the time to trade candies!”

Danny walks over to his friends, still striking the pose. Tucker, dressed as a robot made out of cardboard boxes, pouts in slight jealousy as Danny comes over. Sam, dressed as a vampire, grins. “P for Phantom!” she yells.

Danny runs over faster. “Yeah! My dad put the logo on!” He shows it off proudly. “I’m gonna be the best ghosthunter ever!”

“You can work from the inside!” Tucker says, getting over his jealousy thankfully quick. “Make them think you wanna haunt stuff too!”

“Yeah!” Danny strikes another pose. “But I’m actually going to catch them all, because I’m Danny Phantom!”

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Danny and Jazz are playing with dolls in the living room. “Pow! Take that!” Danny shouts, making his doll punch Jazz’s.

“Nooo!” Jazz cries out in a husky voice. “But how? I’m The Scary! Nothing can not fear me!”

“I don’t fear you!” Danny waves the hand of his doll, making laser noises. Jazz shakes her doll around, making dying noises. “I’m Danny Phantom, the strongest ghost boy ever!”

“Nooooo!”

Maddie chuckles, watching them. “That Scary better watch out for more than just us.”

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“Where are we going?” Danny asks again.

“It’s a surprise!” Jack says again, still as excited as when the road trip started. 

Danny huffs, looking out the window again. “Why couldn’t Sam and Tucker come?”

“Because they’re spending Summer visiting their families,” Maddie says. “And so are we, sort of.”

“I though Auntie lived in Spittoon,” Jazz says.

“She does! This is different.”

After hours (years in the minds of the kids), they pull up to a mansion. All fo the boredom washes away instantly, Jazz and Danny cramming into the window to see it!

“Are we rich?” Jazz demands to know. 

“We’re well-off, but not quite. Welcome to your honorary Uncle Vlad’s house!” Maddie cheers.

“Vlad was out best friend in college!” Jack says, grinning. “He got back in contact with us a few years ago and we’ve been thick as thieves since! He asked us too come over this weekend, and we thought we’d surprise him and let him meet your two at the same time!”

Danny and Jazz cheer! THEY GET TO STAY IN A MANSION!

The family piles out of the car, and stand in front of the door! Maddie and Jack make sure Jazz and Danny look extra nice, and ring the doorbell!

It takes a long minute, so they ring it again!

Finally, a man opens it up! “Oh, Maddie, Jack, I’m so sorry I didn’t hear-”

Danny shrieks. His eyes are glowing bright as they can, his breaths giant puffs! He holds up his hand and send a little beam right into Vlad’s side!

Vlad falls back with an “Oof!”

“Danny!” Maddie scoops him up. “What on earth has gotten into you? Oh, Danny!”

Danny is sobbing pointing at Vlad. “It-it’s him! The-The Scary! He-he tried to take me!”

Maddie and Jack freeze. Slowly, they both look at Vlad. Jazz pulls out her Baton.

“Vlad?” Maddie says coldly.

“Didn’t I only invite you two?” Vlad wheezes.

Jack points a ghost detector at Vlad. It goes off.

“Now, now, I can explai- AGCK!”

Jazz starts happening him with the Baton before he can finish his sentence. Maddie hands Danny to Jack. “Sweetie, close the door and take Danny back to the truck. I need to have a word with Vlad.”

Jack does as told, holding Danny in his lap and soothing him.

“He-he tried to take me,” Danny sobs again.

“Don’t worry, son.” Jack hugs him tightly. “No-one’s ever going to be able to do that. We’ll always keep you safe. We promise.”

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“And what do we always wear while testing new devices?” Maddie asks, handing Danny a Fenton Ghost-Zapper that would use Danny’s own ghost energy to work.

Danny grins, and puts it on. “Face mask!”

“Because?”

“Because lab safety is very important!”

Maddie grins. “That’s right! And who do we thank for reminding us of that every time we’re in the lab?”

Danny points. “Jazz! Thank you, Jazz!”

Jazz grins proudly. 

[seijorhi]

Reminiscent

i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw

“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”

You weren’t the clubbing type.

Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you. 

“She good, dude?”

A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”

And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.

Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.

A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you. 

“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”

They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.

You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.

Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop. 

Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.

Why won’t he stop?

When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.

And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.

—

It’s nothing like what they show on tv.

There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.

You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.

At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes. 

Or worse; pitying ones.

So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy. 

The nightmares are just that; nightmares.

And things are fine, until they’re not.

—

“Baby, you’re here!!”

There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.

When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”

“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”

She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.

She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.

For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.

“Oh, wait–”

Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.

“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”

She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.

And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”

The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”

She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.

So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”

She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”

And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.

She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.

She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him. 

It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before. 

Happy. 

She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.

And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s  shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.

You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.

“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.

Not when you still feel all… brittle. 

—

Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement. 

She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.

Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you. 

Your heart stutters.

“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.

He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”

You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.” 

There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.

He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you. 

“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”

You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”

“We’re celebrating?” you ask.

She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”

Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”

Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.

You can handle one night of small talk.

—

You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.  

Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.

Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.

They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.

“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.

“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”

“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”

You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”

And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes. 

 Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”

The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”

If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”

You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground. 

“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath. 

Goosebumps prickle along your arms.

Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–

“Iwa.”

It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.

“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”

He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–

“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”

His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.

And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.

“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”

You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”

His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but… 

You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–

You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin. 

“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”

You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.

“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.” 

He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”

And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free. 

It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.

The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.

Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit. 

“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.

Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”

“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”

Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.

You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.

And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–

Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth. 

“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”

And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”

Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”

Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”

His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.

“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”

Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen. 

And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.

The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come. 

You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion. 

You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.

And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.

“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”

Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.

It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.

Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–” 

You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.

“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you. 

Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.

“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.

And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.

Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips… 

“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”

It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it… 

But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him. 

With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.

“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.

His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.

Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.

And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.

“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”