#*gently scoops him up and puts him next to my pillow like a teddy bear*

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Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me : Chapter 2

Word Count: 2,454

Writers Note: Tis the season well near it, so I decided to get a head start. Also finally let me introduce you to Cecelia's parents! Finally.

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas is around the corner at the Valmos mansion where there's love and a bit of arguing and the Presleys are here can Elvis and Cecelia spread the holiday cheer?

Chapter 1

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Nashville, Tennessee, December 22nd, 1957

The Valmos house was finally quiet for once. Or so Elvis had thought. Next door to the room from his, all he could hear was, "Don't touch me..." Denise rolled her eyes at the man she once called her husband as he scooted over in the bed, "Denise... I'm not sleeping on the chase." he sighed, "And I refuse to share a bed with you." she turned over towards her lamp. Alfonso grumbled as he got under the covers, 

"You know I never wanted you to be here...."

"I never wanted to come back..." 

The tones in their voice were heartbroken at what the other one said. As the oak wood door opened with a soft creak, Elvis had hoped no one would've heard it. After hearing her parents argue, he'd pray that he and Cecelia would never fall out of love where they'd never get like that. Walking toward her room, he tried not to step on the squeaky floorboards until he stepped on one.

 "Oh shit..." he grumbled, hoping no one heard him,

"What was that?" Cecelia popped her head out her bedroom door. She had thought she'd seen a ghost until,

"OUCH!" 

"Elvis, Oh my God, are you okay!"

"Some right hook you got there." he laughed, holding his nose, 

"Why were you in the dark!" she pulled him into her room. Walking to her bathroom, she turned the hot water on, putting a rag under it for his nose. 

"Couldn't sleep without you, darlin. You've spoiled me."

"Is that so?" feeling his arms around her waist as he felt the fabric of her pink silk nightgown, "Mhmm... It is." he kissed her neck gently as she giggled, 

"Well, I couldn't sleep without you either." He put the hot cloth on his nose as he scrunched his face up. 

"Whys that?"

"Cause I love waking up to you." she walked him to her bed. Taking the rag off his nose. Watching him sit down, she stood between his legs and kissed his nose. 

"Now you should feel better."

"I always feel better when your kissin me, doll." He laughed,

"Would you like to feel a lot better?" she asked, pushing him down gently. Elvis blushed as he felt Cecelia lift his pajama shirt and give him loud Raspberry kisses, her fingers tickling his ribs as he squirmed around. His hand found her thigh and began to get her right behind her knee as she fell over next to him and laughed. Scooping Cecelia in his arms, his blue eyes were gazing into her hazel eyes. 

"Darlin..."

"Yes, my Teddy Bear?"

"Promise me something?"

"Okay..."

"Promise me when we're our parent's age. Promise we'll still be in love."

"I promise." she was lying on his chest as he kissed her forehead, "My favorite pillow..." she muttered as he wrapped his arms around her.

In the morning, the birds chirped, and the smell of breakfast filled the air. Cecelia played her Dean Martin record, ready for the morning festivities. Which was having to hear her mother and father do an in-home interview, and she'd smile and be this good girl for the image of the label and the record company and pretend they didn't just glare at each other. Flattening out her Santa-themed pencil skirt dress, she leaned over to where Elvis was lying as she whispered, 

"I'll be downstairs doing an interview."

"Mmhmm..." he rolled over. 

"Your clothes are in my closet."

"Closet got it..." he mumbled.

She then put on her red heels and went downstairs. "Mornin Daddy," she kissed his cheek, "Morning, Mother," she hugged her as Denise looked at her, 

"That dress and the red lipstick..."

"I can take it off if you'd like ..."

"No, keep it. If you want to look like a woman of the night." 

"I was going based on my album for the interview," she mumbled, putting the plate of food on the table, 

"Where did Mr. and Mrs. Presley go?"

"They went to the store. They'll be back." Alfonso said as he looked at Denise, smiling at her, 

"Speaking of Presley's your uh friend Elvis, how's he doing?"

"He's still asleep. He doesn't get much of it with Tom Parker around." she smiled.

Soon after, all the camera crew had set up shop in their living room, and Cecelia was sitting next to the tree as her parents were on the couch, snuggled nice and cozy, and talking about their cover of Baby It's Cold Outside. 

"We've been married for so long. That the chemistry is still there." Denise smiled. Cecelia couldn't tell if it was genuine or not.

"Is it true you two are separated?"

"Separated from this ol girl, never!" Alfonso smiled as he kissed Denise's hand, and she slowly glared at him. Cecelia sighed, hoping maybe someone would acknowledge her existence.

"Cecelia, tell us your Christmas album! Not only do you have Little Richard. And BB King duets you, but The Elvis Presley! On Jingle Bell Rock, how did you manage that?

"Well, you know Aaron Pres. We go way back to the Hayride, we got noticed at the same time and. We're great friends really and...." The stairs creaked as the attention turned to Elvis, who was rubbing his eyes still from sleep and halfway dressed, 

"Hey Nel, is breakfast read..." he paused as he slowly went back upstairs, Cecelia chuckling as her parents were fuming in anger, 

"Like I said, we go way back."

When the interview had finished, Cecelia walked upstairs toward him. He was in the music room, tickling the ivories. "You could've told me there was an interview."

"I did." She sat next to him. He groaned, looking at her as he played the familiar tune Baby It's Cold Outside and sang.

"You could have just said..."

"But, baby, I told you what was going on down there..."

"I was half asleep in bed." 

"But, baby, I thought you were listenin up there."

"This mornin has been embarrassing."

"At least you didn't freeze up there like ice." 

Cecelia then took over the melody, giggling.

"My mother's pissed off and worried."

"Well, cause I ran off in a hurry,"

"My Daddys probably pacin the floor."

"I don't wanna hear it anymore."

Cecelia then laid her head on his shoulder as she looked into his blue eyes and kissed his nose, and he scrunched it up and giggled.

"I'm sorry about today..."

"Baby, can you forgive me and say you're okay." 

The two burst out in laughter. Gladys was passing by as she heard the two singing together. They really did make quite a good pair. As the door opened, the two jumped, 

"It's just me." Gladys shook her head at the two, 

"Sorry, mama, we were uhm..."

"About to kiss like you were last night?" she glanced at them,

"How'd you know, Mrs. Presley."Cecelis blushed hard,

"You two ain't really good at hiding much."

"W-We..."

"Cecelia dear, you're wearing an Elvis Brooch with your scarf there." Cecelia blushed at Gladys. She was right. Cecelia and Elvis were horrible at hiding their relationship, but they didn't care. They were soulmates in love. She could definitely see wedding bells soon with the two of them. 

"CECELIA!"

Taking a deep breath, it was her que to come back downstairs. 

"You got this, darlin."

"Thanks, Pres."

"We don't need mistletoe..." Denise sighed,

"Yes, we do,"

"No one's getting kissed under it..." Denise responded to Alfonso, "Cecelia can hardly keep a date."

"That's not true..." Cecelia mumbled as she walked down the stairs, "And I think we should do Mistletoe. It's romantic." she shrugged as both her parents looked at her, "Or if you don't, that's fine." she sat down as she looked at her heels, 

"So I wanted to tell you some-"

"Shit... Damn, thornes..." Alfonso said as Denise ran to his side to check his finger and a bead of blood rolling down as she took him to the kitchen to rinse it off. 

 She remembered growing up with them being that loving, and they'd look into each other's eyes and would show how much they cared for each other. They'd never argue, fuss, or fight. Cecelia wanted that again with them. 

"You okay..."

"Yeah, Thanks Nese."

"You're welcome, dear... Uh Alfonso," she scurried off,

"I'll go to the attic and. Uh, get the Garland," Alfonso blushed, walking away. Later that afternoon, Vernon, Gladys, Alfonso, and Denise were downstairs catching up as Cecelia and Elvis were outside on the porch swing in the cold. Cecelia had her head on his lap as she looked up at him. Lost in thought, she was taking in every angle of his face, every detail of his lashes, even the way his original hair color was peaking through slowly. 

"You okay..."

"Hmmm... Yeah."

"Elvis..."

"Cecelia." he looked down at her and kissed her forehead, "I'm fine."

"Well... Do you wanna play tag?" she smirked,

"Let's see..."

"You're it!" Cecelia laughed as she rolled off him and ran, "Why you little!" he laughed, running after her as if they were school-age children again. Elvis was getting out of breath with the brisk, thin winter air. Cecelia was fast, but she was also in heels. He just needed to focus on when to pounce and 

"Gotcha!"

Cecelia was under him laughing. Just a bit of dirt in her hair as she rolled over and was on top of him, "Hi there, cutie." she giggled as he leaned in to kiss her. Alfonso and Denise were watching in the window while Gladys and Vernon laughed at their playfulness. They were in love, and everyone could see it. "Oh, you got some dirt on your face, darlin." her iconic pink nails were on his soft cheeks. 

"You're going to spoil me rotten."

"Isn't that my job to Mr. Presley?"

"It's my job to spoil you, too, Ms. Valmos." he chuckled. Leanin into her again until they heard a bit of shouting, 

"HEY CECE GUESS WHO I FOUND!"

Elvis and Cecelia looked at each other, knowing it was Rosa screaming from the top of her lungs. Helping her up, Cecelia took a deep sigh. Seeing her friend and bandmate come across the corner of her yard with-

"Not him..." Elvis noticed how her body froze, and the air became tense, 

"Cecelia, you okay..." his body in front of hers. 

"Mhmm..." She gulped,

"My Lia..."

"Anthony..." she gulped.

 Anthony Rodgers, what could Cecelia say about him except that he broke her? He took every cent of love she had and cashed it out to a new girl, told her she was too much, and yet she loved him so, kept her crying, and yet she'd give him the world. Why on earth would Rosa bring him here? 

"And who's this sleaze?" he laughed

"This Sleaze," Cecelia started her sentence,

"Elvis Presley," he smirked, "Her fiance, maybe you uh heard of me." those blue eyes had a dark storm, and it made Cecelia feel something. 

"Oh, the Hillbilly from where again." Anthony joked as Cecelia grit her teeth. Elvis was as calm as a cucumber, but Cecelia was shaking in her heels. 

"That's enough, Anthony, It was nice to see you but Elvis and I are going back insi-"

"Does it upset you? You had to stoop this low, being a floozie," before Elvis could even react, Cecelia's fist was retracting from the guy's eye. 

"IF I EVER CATCH YOU ROUND, MY YARD AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" storming back into the house like a whirlwind. Cecelia ran upstairs into her room. She slammed the door and screamed as her body heaved. Why would Rosa do that? She was there for all the pain and misery that he brought her, 

"Well... Merry Christmas..." Rosa said, standing outside with Elvis,

"Rosa..."

"I'll..."

Elvis heard the scream, almost like Captain Marvel Jr. hearing someone in danger taking off. Elvis followed the sound until it led him to Cecelia. He didn't care what her parents thought. Elvis needed to make sure she was okay. Bursting into her room, he saw her on the floor crying. Her mascara was running, and she looked distraught. 

"Baby, are you okay..."

"Elvis... I'm sorry you probably hate me now, or somethin..."

"Shush, C'mere, and let me hold you." Cecelia ran into his arms as she sobbed loudly into his chest, 

"I-I-I-I don't want to h-hu-hurt anyone..." taking her chin in his hands, Cecelia looked up at Elvis. He had been the most in love with her that he'd ever been, 

"Well, baby, let me take care of ya." he kissed her knuckles, 

"But what about your babies?"

"I can take care of them too, but my concern is you," he smiled at her, 

"Elvis, I'm not that important." she looked down. Her self-doubt was creeping in. He'd seen it so many times,

" Little darlin, you're so important to me that I-I- can't think straight around ya an-and When you're gone, I get lonely." he smiled, "One day, you're gonna live in Graceland for good, and you're gonna be Mrs. Presley cause you're so damn important to me."

"I already practically live at Graceland..." she joked,

"Keyword practically, I'm talkin permanently." he kissed her lips. The kiss was sweet and tender, bringing back the color in her frozen cheeks. 

"Mrs. Cecelia Shanel Presley has a nice ring to it." she looked up at him,

"It just might have a ring to it yet," he mumbled under his breath,

"What was that?" 

"You got ah-a taste for uh milkshakes yet?" he tried to cover it up,

"I could go for a Milkshake," she smiled,

"There's that smile I adore." he pinched her cheeks as she laughed, 

"You stay here. I'll go change." When Cecelia had finished pulling herself together, she'd walked out wearing a custom Elvis Poodle skirt and 

"Is that my Green Sweater..." he laughed,

"Maybe..." she laughed as he tied her shoes for her. 

"You look cuter in it." he held her close, "But ain't the skirt too much if we're hiding our relationship ..." 

"Eh, made by Dior..." she shrugged, giving it a spin, "Besides, It's good press. " she laughed, knowing she never cared about all that Jazz.

"I thought it was because you were a big fan of your boyfriend." he gave her another peck on the lips,

"That too... Mr. Houndog."

"Mhmm... Thought so, Lady Elvis."

"This just came in. We're getting word that Elvis Presley has been spotted here in Nashville With Cecelia Valmos Elliston Place Soda Shop, Where she was spotted in an Elvis Poddleskirt."

"Your folks don't listen to the radio, do they..." Elvis groaned, driving her teal 57 metropolitan.

"We'll find out and see..."

[quixotic-writer]

Sugar Daddy

request: anon

summary: When you first met Q, you had virtually no clue who he was. After a few more pricey dates, he revealed his occupation. Showering you with gifts was his love language, you weren’t about to complain!

warning: smut ahead!

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The alarm on my phone goes off as it vibrates on my bedside table. My face was mushed into the pillow that my head was resting on, I started coming to and realizing that if I hit snooze once, it would start a cycle until noon and I would be even grumpier and sluggish. I take a deep breath in and grab my phone to turn the alarm off. As I rub my eyes and sit up, I see a text notification and my heart immediately kickstarts. It was from Bri.

B Bear: Hey baby <3 Got work today?

I smile from ear to ear as I see the message. We had been dating for a while now and I was hopelessly in love with him. He was honestly perfect to me in every way. He had a sweet and loving personality, he was super funny and always had this way of making me laugh, he was geeky in the cutest way and loved showing me all his collectibles and telling me all about them, and he was protective and super caring.

The way he shows his love to me is what melts my heart the most. His protective nature got the best of him at a bar we went to together and he ended up throwing his drink in the face of a guy that wouldn’t leave me alone. We got escorted out of the bar and he kept saying sorry that he wasn’t there sooner. Any day I'm sad or in a bit of a mood, he always goes out of his way to make me laugh or smile until I forget what I was even mad about in the first place. Lastly, he constantly showers me with gifts.

Me: Good morning! No work today. Have the day off

I texted him back with a smile as I watched the little thought bubble pop up until his next message came through.

B Bear: Dinner tonight then? Murr has been pestering me endlessly about this restaurant he and Melyssa had gone to and I think it’s about time I see what the fuss is all about

Me: Sounds good!

Just then a notification came in. Brian had sent me money, and it was not at all a small amount.

B Bear: Buy yourself a new dress for tonight then princess. It’s a little more formal wear.

B Bear: I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you

Now, when I first started dating Brian, I had no clue he was on TV or any bit famous at all. When he started treating me to more extravagant gifts and dates, that’s when I asked and he revealed all to me. I felt bad and was always trying to pay for things so he didn’t think I was using him for his money, but he always insisted on paying.

“Princess, we’ve been together for how long? I know you wouldn’t use me. Let me do this for you.” He would always say. After a while, I gave up the fight and just allowed him to treat me. Soon enough I grew a collection of gorgeous jewelry, a whole new wardrobe basically filled with a variety of name brand outfits, and if I so much as mention something I own being broken he is quick to hop on it and pay to have it fixed. At this point, I really do think he is my sugar daddy, and he wasn’t at all opposed to that label. He quite liked it.

Me: You spoil me too much. I’ll see you at 7 then B <3

I throw the covers off of me and make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal before I get started on my day. What a way to wake up honestly, but I was not at all complaining. I finished up breakfast and got myself cleaned up, gathered up all my things in my purse, and was out the door and headed to the mall to go and treat myself. I often worried that maybe my closet was getting a little too full, I just couldn’t bear to part with any of my outfits. The way Brian made me feel when I wore each one of them made me feel so attached to them too, even if his way of saying I looked good in it was by having it end up on his bedroom floor.

I walked through the mall, doing a little bit of window shopping at first, scoping out the scene and feeling out what I might indulge myself in today as far as fashion went. Sundresses had caught my eye, especially one that was in the window and on display; Flowing, knee length, and white. I passed it by but made sure to take a mental picture of it. As much as I adored having a sort of allowance from Bri, I wasn’t about to abuse it. Besides, that would have been yet another thing I would have to make some kind of room for in my already overstuffed closet.

‘Maybe I could bother him for a bigger closet renovation,’ I joked to myself with a smile. I continue walking through and I see it from a distance: the lingerie store. I subtly bit my lip and was then in a mental tug of war of ‘should I?’ or ‘should I not?’ But as I got closer, the temptation took over and I found myself perusing through their cutest pieces that caught my eye. The least I could do to pay Bri back for the fancy evening, would be to give him a little bit of eye candy and a good time after the meal. Black lace, gorgeous ivory teddies, sensual cherry red garter belts, it was all so nice. After finding a few cute sets, I placed them on hold because I still had a main mission in mind that I came to the mall for in the first place.

I found the perfect dress: A wine red halter top dress. It had a gorgeous waist that hugged a little at my own to give my body some definition and gorgeously flowed down to my knees. I already knew I had the perfect pair of stilettos to go with this to truly complete this boss bitch look I had going. When I returned to the lingerie store, I already knew which set was going to be mine: black lace strapless top with matching high waist garter belt and panties to complete it all.

Me: [img attch.] picked out a cute little something, can’t wait to see you daddy ;P

I had sent him a picture of my dress, nothing more just to keep an element of surprise for the evening. I wasn’t long before I got a response,

B Bear: You look so gorgeous baby

B Bear: Can’t believe someone so beautiful is all mine

Even through text he could get me to blush.

The rest of my day was spent relaxing, catching up on some reading that I had put off for so long, catching up on a few episodes of a series Bess had gotten me sucked into, and just like that, time flew quickly. I was getting myself all dolled up for dinner, butterflies in my stomach because of the excitement I felt and giddy because I had felt so pretty tonight. It wasn’t often where my confidence and self-esteem would sky rocket like this, so I took it in and embraced as much of that energy as I could.

I heard his little knock at the door, the same rhythm as always so I knew it was him. When I swung open the door, he stood there with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. He cleaned up super well as always.

“You. Look. Incredible.” He scooped me into his arms and littered my face with kisses and I giggled as his stubble tickled the skin on my face. When I stopped him, I connected our lips together, “Shall we get rolling then princess?” I nodded and we walked down to his car.

The restaurant was gorgeous to say the least. Dim golden lighting, waiters wearing tuxes, glimmering chandeliers dangling from the ceiling to illuminate the tables. Even the air felt expensive. I tensed while we were sitting at our table and looking through the menu, even though he’s taken me to countless luxurious locations, I still felt this sense of guilt for being there and almost an obligation to monetarily repay him somehow someway. I guess he could sense my tension because his hand had found its way to my wrist, his thumb stroking my skin gently and his eyes spoke volumes.

‘It’s okay.’ was all I could see in them. He never had to say a word and I felt my muscles relax again as we carried out with our meal.

Dinner was more perfect than I could ever imagine. Perhaps I had an untrained palette, but everything felt like an explosion of intense rhythmic flavor in my mouth. I savored each and every bite. I felt more relaxed as the meal went on, especially as Brian and I talked throughout the meal, we would occasionally break the snooty facade to share a laugh at something absolutely crude that would pop into our heads. I swear, because of how loud we were getting, I almost thought we were going to get kicked out… Which made us laugh even harder and get that much closer to that being a reality as other tables would shoot us a nasty high-class glare.

Our meal was settled away as once again Brian got a hold of the check. And once again I didn’t bother fighting and allowed him to treat me knowing in my head that I had much bigger plans for him once we got behind closed doors and had no one around but each other.

The car ride to his place was spent laughing at how disgusted people looked with our behavior.

“Nothing but sticks up their asses!” He said with his accent coming through thickly.

His hand was on my thigh the whole way there. He would snatch occasional glances of me at red lights or when traffic was pretty clear. The rough warmth of his palm was enough to start an inferno on my skin and cause me to bite my lip and shift in my seat.

We got to his place, he took my hand, and led me through the space that has grown so familiar to me.

“As much as I love that dress on you, I want it off as soon as possible.” He whispered in my ear as we made our way through the front door. His lips attached itself to whatever flesh was within reach which made me grow wetter by the second. His hands traced about my body, refamiliarizing himself with each curve, dip, and fold he craved. His hands were never rough, they smoothed over my body carefully, almost as if I was fragile, something delicate, it made me feel protected.

As we were in the bedroom, he was quick to undo the zipper to my dress and allow it to pool at my feet. The way his eyes lit up at what was now revealed to be hidden beneath my dress was a look that always drove me crazy.

“Did a little extra shopping today with the extra money, daddy.” I said as I pushed him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes full of hunger and awe.

“I need to give you more money for lingerie. You look so fucking hot.” I straddled his lap, mouths attached and moving with heated passion. His coat fell away as I began tugging at his tie and the buttons on his dress shirt. I could still taste remnants of dinner on his tongue, delectable, indulgent, and I savored it all. My mouth began to move; jawline, neck, chest, stomach. I could smell where he sprayed his cologne, and I stayed where the scent was the strongest, drunk on his scent as my desire for him grew heavier with each breath. His hands held me closer to his bare skin as he let a low hum verberate within his chest. I fell away down between his legs onto my knees. He watches carefully, already out of breath and straining in his pants. I carefully remove his belt, take the zipper down with my teeth, and shed away another layer of clothes. I rub my hand over the cloth of his boxers where his straining erection was prominent, I felt him twitch at my touch and groan.

“Let me pay you back for dinner. How does that sound?” Just like a leaf in fall, the final clothing item was shed away, leaving Brian bare before me. He sat there, arms behind him pushed into the comforter of the bed for support as he eagerly anticipated my next moves, hoping it would be one that would satisfy the lustful desire he had coursing through him.

I kiss at his thighs, leaving a few love marks to show that despite being his, he was also mine. My head and hands find their way below, down to his balls where I carefully massaged them and sucked at the sensitive skin. The groans and moans that Brian was making was enough to tell me that he was enjoying himself. I began moving myself up again, kissing up along his shaft, tracing along veins with a pointed tongue and feeling him pulse beneath me as my hands ran along his thighs that would occasionally tense when I hit just the right spot. When I reached the head, I could see the pre-cum seeping out. I gave his cock a nice pump that sent more spilling out and I was quick to lick it all up.

“Baby, no more teasing. Please.” He begged brushing my hair carefully out of the way. I looked up at him with an innocent sparkle in my eyes,

“But I know you love how it feels daddy.” With a sharp inhale and his lip caught between his teeth, I finally took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, pulling away while sucking, only to have it pop out of my mouth. I looked up at him and he was gasping for breath and his legs were trembling. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before once more taking him into my mouth, only to repeat this cycle. I just adored hearing his whines, seeing the veins in his arms pop as he gripped the sheets into a tight fist, feeling his thighs tense and squeeze slightly together anytime a shockwave of pleasure was sent through his body.

I decided he endured enough and began carefully taking more and more of him into my mouth, head bobbing in steady rhythm. “Feels… So fucking good.” He breathed out as one of his hands made its way to the back of my head. He never pushed me further than I could go, or at all. His hand just rested on my head as though he was feeling the rhythm and pace of my head bobbing. The taste of pre-cum began getting more and more consistent, the way his legs began to tremble, “Princess, so close.” I could have came myself hearing his throat raw with desperation as he said those three words. I doubled down and took him all in. His cock hit the back of my throat and the tip of my nose hit his naval until his thighs came together and he was spilling down my throat.

My eyes were watering and my nose slightly runny, but it was always rewarding to see him so pleasured all because of me. He pulled me up and his lips were once more attached to my skin, littering the delicate flesh where my neck and my shoulder met with love bites of varying hues.

“Mine,” He would grunt whenever his lips would depart from my skin and then go right back.

He laid me delicately on my back and I felt his cock – still rock hard – resting against my thigh as he kissed my forehead, “Love you,” he says before kissing my lips, “so perfect,” his fingers pushed the panties I wore aside, not even bothering to remove them which honestly made it all so much hotter, “my princess.” He slid into me easily, filling me whole as my eyes rolled back at the sensation, lips parted as humid breath left my lungs.

“Daddy.” I couldn’t let out anymore as my nerves all stood on end as he began to rock his hips steadily into mine.

“You feel so good around my cock. Something so perfect is all mine.” I wrapped my legs around him, beckoning him closer and deeper. The way his cock curved hit all my sensitive spots and it wasn’t long before I was seeing stars, the noises that wanted so badly to break free past my lips but fell stuck within my throat as I was blissed out in pleasure. My muscles tightened around his cock as I experienced pure euphoria, “god you feel even better when you cum all over my cock sweetheart.” his hips continued working and I felt overstimulated, but I absolutely loved it. “Came that hard and I didn’t even have to touch your clit.”

As my body rocked, but boobs started spilling out of the strapless bra. Brian took notice and was quick to crane his neck down and lick around my hardened nipple. He licked, sucked, and lightly bit around the sensitive buds which only added to the extreme pleasure I was experiencing as my body started building up to another orgasm. I held his head in close with a desire to be as close to him as physically possible, aching to feel every inch of his skin, wanting nothing more but for him to feel exactly what I feel: Lustful love.

His hips started working faster and faster and his rhythm was slowly losing any trace of precise tempo. His hand slipped between us, fingers working at my clit and sending me over the edge once again with a cry.

“Princess… Gonna cum again. Where?” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out as he grit his teeth and words were quickly replaced with grunts.

“Cum daddy. Just do it. Wanna make you feel good!” I said as his head was buried in my shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck bracing for his inevitable climax. With a few more harsh thrusts, he was buried deep within me as I felt warm spurts filling me, my legs holding us close together, intertwined as we pant and catch our breaths.

“I love you so much baby. I love you.” He said with a final kiss and our foreheads pressed together.

Once he had come down from his high, he went and grabbed a towel for me and helped clean me up.

“Thank you for tonight.” I said softly as he held me close in his arms.

“Anything for you princess. You deserve the world.” He kissed the top of my head and brushed my hair out of my face. “You have amazing taste in lingerie also.”

[remmushound]

Bear with me

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Comfort was always a top priority in the Hamato household. Prized above all else, Splinter always made sure his sons had everything possible to comfort them through the darkness of their isolated lives. Even when there was nothing else to turn to, no food or warmth, nightmares running rampant, there was always comfort, both in each other and in items silky and dear. Soft pajamas with dinosaurs and trains and butterflies, and heavy comforters where Donatello could indulge his burrowing instinct, and cushioned beds where the family could curl up together and be safe.

Comfort, above all other things, was most important.

Raphael, being the oldest, always went to bed later than his brothers; granted, it was only ten minutes later, but it still made him feel special. A special time just for him and his daddy before the warmth of his dreams embraced him and fed him stories enhanced and beautiful. Who didn't like beautiful? Now was that time. Splinter carried Raphael to his big boy bed in the room he shared with all of his family; Leonardo had a habit of wandering off in the night, Donatello couldn’t sleep without his twin, Raphael often had nightmares, and it wouldn’t be fair to let poor Michelangelo sleep alone! And it made Splinter sleep deeper knowing his sons were all together, around him, where he could protect them always.

“Goodnight, my Raphael.” Splinter laid the biggest son down in the pile of stuffed animals, a small collection Raphael had started to assemble. The snapper had even requested higher sides on his bed so his stuffed animals wouldn’t fall off in the night and be lonely; Splinter had, of course, obliged. Splinter kissed his son, whiskers tickling the turtles head as Raphael giggled and kissed his father back. “Sweet dreams.”

But Raphael couldn’t go to sleep right then! His teddies were still a mess from his nap time and he had to fix them all neat and pretty before he could even think about sleeping! They deserved it! So while Splinter settled into his nest, yawning and nestling into himself for preserved warmth, Raphael began to sort his collection. Pippsy was the biggest and always went by his feet, and Tip and Pip were sisters so they had to stay together. Bunny stayed by his pillow, Taigo and the amigos along the left side, and his boo-boo’s (he couldn’t say beanie-boos, so boo boo was the next best thing) went on the other side, and that just left him and Cheech to cuddle! But… where was Cheech?

At first, Raphael hadn’t noticed his absence, but now the empty space in the center of the bed seemed remarkably empty and lonely. Cheech? Raphael began to paw at the sheets and the blanket, not caring about disturbing his other teddies as he searched for his cuddle buddy. Under the pillow? No. Under the dino blanket? No… the pokemon blanket? He couldn’t find Cheech anywhere! Not on the floor, not in bed!

“Cheee!” Raphael’s cry came a low whine riddled with soft, distraught panic. “Chee Chee…”

“Mmm?” Splinter opened one tired eye. “Red, what is the matter?”

“Can’ find...C...Chee…” Raphael babbled almost incoherently, rubbing at his eyes and trying to dismiss the sleep from them. “Nee Chee…”

Splinter yawned and slowly blinked. “Why don’t you sleep with Pipsy tonight and… and I’ll find Cheech in the morning…?”

Splinter tried to settle back down, but was immediately met with a beanie boo to the face.

“NO! NEED CHEE!”

“Raphael!” The full name carried a sharp authority to it, Splinter’s ears laying back as his teeth snapped an instinctual threat he immediately regretted. His voice became softer quickly. “Red, I am tired. Please. Just go to sleep with Pipsy and I promise I will find Cheech tomorrow.”

Raphael whined, almost yowled, as his cheeks puffed out and his face flushed dark. The soft yowl turned into desperate whines, which turned into loud, piercing crying. Splinter was awake now, and so was Donatello, who immediately began to fuss and sob. Then Leonardo followed suit and Michelangelo woke up, though he didn't cry. He only looked around, concerned and distraught over the outbursts occurring all around him.

There was only one way to stifle the outburst and Splinter knew it. Frustration fueling him, the rat forced himself out of bed and snagged Raphael out of the crib by his arm, leaving the room and the twins to cry out their sorrows. Raphael’s screaming became more intense as his sudden grab, but fell softer once he was put down on the rug.

“Stay. There!” And Splinter stalked off to search for the lost teddy and hopefully salvage what was left of his sleeping time.

Raphael stopped screaming, but the sobs and tears didn't leave him because he was alone and scared and now he was cold too and his arm hurt. He started to rub his shoulder where Splinter had grabbed him, intermittently wiping his eyes as he hiccuped and coughed. He looked around for his brothers, but they were still crying in their cribs. He wished he could comfort them, and them him… but Splinter said to stay…

After five long minutes Raphael found himself unable to stay any longer. Wobbling on unsteady and fat legs, Raphael pushed himself up from the rug and waddled back over to his bedroom. Moving as fast as a toddler turtle could move, Raphael pulled himself onto the side of Donatello and Leonardo’s crib. Leonardo had the softshell cradled in his arms, gently trying to sooth the dramatic wailing of his twin.

“Shh…” Raphael reached a hand down and put it on Donatello’s big head, making the softshell look up. “Nuh cry, Donna. Nuh cry…”

Donatello wiped his eyes, lip still quivering as he stared up at his big brother. Raphael smiled and kept petting his brother, reaching down as far as he could so he and Donatlelo could meet.

“Waphie?”

Raphael gave a curious squeak and lifted his head, looking back down at the floor and at Michelangelo who was now out of his crib; the youngest sibling was always an escape artist. With a guilty look on his face, the littlest brother held the worn and graying Cheech out to his brother.

“Chee!” Raphael jumped down and grabbed Cheech, hugging the precious toy tightly to his chest and burying his face in the soft fur so he could breathe in its scent.

“Ah sorry…” Michelangelo said, dragging his feet on the stone floor. “It smell like you… I like it a lot, Waphie…”

Raphael lifted his head from the toy, and he looked at Michelangelo, then back down at his precious Cheech. A moment of thought was all it took for Raphael to shove the toy back into the confused Michelangelo’s arms, scooping his brother up and bearing Michelangelo over to Raphael’s big boy bed, planting the box turtle inside. Michelangelo blinked, but didn't move, and watched with curiosity as Raphael returned to the twins’ crib. One at a time, he grabbed Donatello and Leonardo from their crib, carrying both of them over to the bed where Michelangelo cheered in delight as they were placed on either side of him. Raphael climbed in last, nuzzling in and settling down with all of his brothers and teddies surrounding him.

***

Splinter came wandering back after a long search proved fruitless, with no sign of Cheech in sight. A moment's panic passed through him when he discovered Raphael’s absence, but panic turned to pure, adorable bliss as he discovered all four of his son curled up in the safety of their biggest brothers presence, teddies and turtles and all. Raphael wasn’t quite asleep yet, though his eyes were heavy and tried to force it upon him. He smiled a sleepy smile when he saw his dad, making slow grabby hands.

“Ah found Chee, daddy…” Raphael said with his heavy eyes, followed by a yawn.

“So you did…” Splinter’s cheeks hurt from the smile, but it was a good hurt. An impulse led him to scoop his sons and their teddies up in his arms and to bear them to his nest, a mess of cushions and blankets assembled for maximum warmth.

It was there that he curled up around his sons, settling down with them all safe against the soft warmth of his belly. A hairless hand went to gently rub Raphael’s arm as the smile faded to a soft frown.

“I’m sorry I hurt your arm, Raphael… is it better now?”

“Is otay…” Raphael closed his eyes and nosed his way into a warm spot just under Splinter’s arm. “Can we sleep now, daddy?”

“Of course, Raphael…” Splinter curled up just a little tighter, just to keep his sons close.

Raphael smiled at the gentle constriction and his face under two big, fat hands. Splinter cuddles were always better than Cheech Cuddles!

[just-a-ff-writer]

Summary: This is for the Secret Santa Event hosted by @mizunetzu​ 

Omega!Bakugou Katsuki x Alpha!Reader.

@bunny9girl I do apologize that it’s a little late, but I do hope you enjoy this post! 

Lowkey thinking about making a second part, but idk.

It has been a week since Katsuki has spoken to you. You two, including a few others from your class, were working an internship at a nearby Hero Agency so it shouldn’t be impossible to not see or speak to him at all. But somehow, he did. Whenever you would try to find him, he was nowhere to be found, or he would blatantly avoid you or respond with only a few words. You were starting to get worried. What if something happened and he won't tell you about it? What if he didn’t want you to be his Alpha anymore? You needed to find out what was wrong before you snapped. 

You entered the common room of the agency to see a familiar redhead preparing to leave for home.

“Yo, Kirishima.” He looked towards you as he took off his faceguard.

“Oh, hey, (L/n)! What’s up?”

“Have you seen Bakugou? I’ve been trying to find him for the past week so we could finish our report, but I couldn’t find him anywhere and he isn’t answering my calls. Did I do something to upset him? Do you know?”

He hummed softly as he looked through his locker. “He still hasn’t told you?” You lifted an eyebrow. He moved closer to you, lowering his voice. “His heat is coming up and he’s freaking out again.”

“His heat?” You felt like smacking your forehead. Of course! You noticed that his natural scent - a light mixture between caramel and cinnamon, and something intoxicating that you couldn’t pinpoint - was a bit off the last few days. When you would question him about it, he would tell you to mind your business (“Fuck off, will ya?” in his words). At most, you would get, “Stop worrying! It just this fucking internship. It’s stressin’ me out.” You sighed and shook your head. “Of course, yeah. Thanks, Kiri.” You opened your locker and grabbed your belongings. 

“I was thinking about going to check on him. I know he likes to be left alone, but-”

You couldn’t help the growl that grew from the back of your throat as you snapped at him. “I’ll do it.” You looked at Kirishima and saw him staring at you with wide eyes. 

“R… right. Uh, you just let me know how he is. I’m worried about him too.” He closed his locker and threw his bag over his shoulder. “See you around, (L/n).” 

You sighed and closed your locker before making your way out of the building. Fuck. You hadn’t meant to snap at your friend like that, but thinking about how another Alpha wanted to check on your Omega rubbed you the wrong way. You have been dating the fiery blonde for a little over a year, but he has yet to let you help him during his nesting period or his heat. He wouldn’t even bother to let you know whenever it would be happening. You understood that he was never exactly emotionally there, but that had never stopped you from staying by his side. You knew he showed his appreciation in his own, unique, way.

You reached his apartment and took a deep breath. Before attempting to make yourself known to being outside of his place, you decided to make another phone call. Your call was left unanswered and you sighed. You knocked on the door and brought your ear closer to hear if he was inside or not. No answer.

You remembered Katsuki telling you about a spare emergency key he had once. Unfortunately, he had only told you about it once and you never found a reason to use it. Until now. You began looking around the small decorations he had around his door - the plant, the mat, the small statue, etc.

After roaming around his front door, and earning strange looks from his neighbors, you finally found the key and proceeded to unlock the door and make your way inside. The only obvious sign that your boyfriend was home were his shoes in front of the door and his workout bag sitting beside them.

You carefully crept through the hallway to his bedroom, noticing how his scent was getting stronger the closer you got. He was definitely home. You stopped in front of his bedroom door and carefully pressed your ear against it. Faint sounds of griping and small movements could be heard. You gently knocked on the door, noticing how the sounds hesitated for a moment before continuing.

You rapped your fingers on the door as you slowly opened it enough to allow a crack to speak through. “Hey, baby?” You heard a low growl. “I heard from Kirishima. Are you alright? Do you want me to get you anything?”

He was silent now aside from the small shifts of movement.

“Katsuki?”

No answer. He was probably ignoring you. The thought made you frown. Maybe he still wasn’t ready for this step in your relationship. Before you could decide to leave, thinking that he still didn’t think it was time for you to see him in that state, you heard him shift from the other side of the door. “Can… can you make me something?”

You felt yourself smile at the request. “Of course, Katsuki. I’ll go make you something right now.” You moved to leave and close his door.

“Wait!”

You froze. "Yeah?"

He responded with low mumbles and before you could ask him to repeat himself, something hit the wall in front of your face, making you flinch. You looked down at where the item fell and saw a teddy bear. It took a moment for it to click, but when it had, you had to bite back a laugh from how cute it was. He had wanted you to scent it. You carefully picked up the bear and began to scent it, feeling a low purr emit from the back of your throat. After you felt that you had scented it enough, you carefully placed the stuffed animal back where your boyfriend had thrown it. “There you go, baby.” 

You closed the door and immediately made your way into the kitchen. You began looking through the fridge and his cabinets to see what you could make that was both quick and satisfying. Settling to make some ramen, you began to gather the ingredients to start making his food. You tried your best to make the ramen for him, adding spices for his taste. It was not only one of his favorites, but you knew it was filling enough to settle him down a bit before his heat.

As you tried to focus on not fucking up his meal, you heard faint sounds of whimpers and whining coming from his room. You had to hold yourself back, but it hurt your chest and your inner Alpha was screaming at you to check on your Omega, to make sure he was okay. You forced yourself to stay in place. You had to finish making the ramen at least.

As fast as you could, you put his bowl together. You knew that he had a mini-fridge in his room which was probably stocked with snacks and drinks for him, but you grabbed an extra bottle of water for him just in case. You quickly put everything together and placed it on a tray for him and went back to his room. You knocked on his door again. “Katsuki, I have your food.” He grumbled. “Can… can I come in?”

There was a pause before you heard shuffling again that was then followed by silence once more. After a moment, you heard him gruffly say, “Yeah, come in.”

You pushed the door open with your foot and as you slowly made your way into his room, you noticed how there was a pillow fort-like structure in the corner. It was always there before, but now it seemed to be more picked up and now was obviously his corner that he chose to nest in. You placed the tray down on the ground and sat yourself down next to it to keep your distance from your boyfriend. 

You heard him switch between annoyed mumblings and whines which irked your heart, but you continued to sit and wait patiently for him.

After a brief moment, a part of the nest, which you assumed was the entrance, moved to reveal the familiar color of red irises. You smiled softly at him. “Hi, Suki.” You nudged the tray towards him. “I made you some ramen.” 

His eyes flickered towards the tray before looking back at you. He hid back in his nest for a moment which made your heart drop. It was silent once again. He began to shuffle inside once again and then he slowly popped out. He sat in front of the entrance, holding his knees to his chest, watching you.

You picked up the tray and placed it in front of him. “There you go. I hope you like it.”

His gaze never wavered from yours. You noticed his cheeks tint pink before he decided to move and begin eating. “It’s good,” he told you after eating a few scoops. 

“Thanks.” After a moment, you carefully and slowly moved towards him and made yourself comfortable next to him. You watched for his reactions as you inched closer to him. His gaze was fixed to the floor, only glancing at you every so often. You began to run your fingers through his hair and watched as he ate. You had to hold back from cooing at him whenever he would unconsciously nuzzle closer to you as you did this. Instead, you pressed a kiss to his temple. You let your hands roam a bit as you pressed small kisses to his face, neck, and shoulders - his face tinting pink as you did so.

As you ran your hand over his shoulders, you noticed something. He was shaking.

"Katsuki?" He looked at you from the corner of his eye. You watched carefully as he shook under your gaze. “Am… Am I making you uncomfortable?”

He shifted in his spot. “No,” he whispered.

“Then what’s wrong, baby boy?”

His face flushed a darker red at the name. He sputtered for a moment before looking away from you. You noticed that his scent changed from sweet to bitter. He was stressed.

“If it’s about your nest or your second gender, you know I would never think any less of you, Katsuki. You’re no different now than how you are when you’re kicking ass”

You heard a low growl come from him. "Don't lie to me."

"I would never." You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling the sting of the spices he had just eaten. You felt his lip quiver against yours. “I wouldn’t lie to you or hurt you, Katsuki. You know that.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, this time earning a small mewl. You stayed close to him, pressing your foreheads together. "Can I come in with you?" You asked in a soft whisper, gesturing towards his nest. “If not, I’ll just wait out here if you need anything.”

A soft look flashed across his face. “Yeah…you can.” He caught himself. “But if you fuck up anything I’ll beat your ass and kick you out!”

You smiled. “Of course.”

He huffed and quickly disappeared into his nest. After moving the tray away from the bed, you carefully climbed into his nest. Katsuki was adjusting some of the pillows he had, occasionally shoving one into your lap, silently telling you to scent them, which you had done without a complaint.

You looked around and took note of the items he had and how he had arranged them. You trailed your fingers against the wall where he had hung fairy lights to keep some light in the cramped space. “It’s small,” you commented.

He shuffled into his spot across from you with a huff. “I like it that way.”

You watched him for a moment. “What are you doing over there?” You patted your lap. "Come here, baby." You told him, arms outstretched for him. He clicked his tongue and turned away, cheeks turning red. “Don’t be shy. It’s just us here.”

He hesitated but crawled into your lap and you were quick to hold him close. You gently tucked his head into the nape of your neck. You began to purr and adjusted your scent to try to calm him down. You could smell how stressed he was. You began to stroke his back and you felt him melt against you. You pressed a kiss to his head. "That's right, Suki, just relax and let your Alpha take care of you.”

He mumbled in ‘protest,’ but nuzzled closer to you. You pulled a blanket closer to you and wrapped his shoulders to keep him warm and comfortable. You kissed his head and asked him in a low voice, "Why are you so stressed? Your nest looks nice, is it missing something? Do you want me to get it for you?" 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a deep breath and began to nip at the base of your neck. You smiled and tilted your head to allow him to do as he pleased. You sighed in bliss as his fangs lightly dragged against your neck. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against yours, and nibbled at your earlobe. "You."

You raised your eyebrows. "Huh?"

"It's missing you." He pulled away and looked down with his eyebrows furrowed. “I…”

He never finished, but he didn’t need to for you to know what he wanted to say.

"Aw~" You cooed at him. "Does the strong Bakugou Katsuki - the DynaMight - want his Alpha to stay?" He glared at you, but his furious blush didn't let you take him seriously. You gave him a small peck on his pout. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

A small whine sounded from the back of his throat and he hid himself back into your shoulder.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple. “You’re my pretty little Omega, huh?” You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, earning a meek chirp from him. He pressed his face deeper into your shoulder and you heard a mumble from him, but couldn’t exactly make out what he said.

"Huh?"

He shifted in your lap. "I am…"

You felt yourself become giddy. "Yeah? You're what?"

"Your… pretty Omega…"

You chirped at his words and nuzzled closer to him, scenting him. "That's right."

“Don’t get too happy, ya dumbass.”

“I can’t help it. You’re just too cute.”

He made a sound of annoyance. “Oi! I told you not to call me that.”

“Eh? But you are.”

He pulled back to be nose to nose with you. His eyebrows were furrowed. “No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are.” You pressed your lips to his before he could respond. “Besides, how are you gonna get mad at being called ‘cute,’ but not at ‘pretty?’”

“Hah? Because-”

You didn’t let him respond. You kissed him instead, relishing in the mewl that slipped from him. He would try to pull away and speak again, but every time he went to rebut that he wasn’t ‘cute,’ you would press your lips to his. 

You pulled away and smiled at him. “I am just the luckiest Alpha to be yours, you know that, Suki?”

He averted his gaze from yours, face glowing. “Y-yeah. You are… so stop pissing me off or-” he looked at you and pursed his lips together, his pretty blush still evident. “Or…”

“Or what, Suki?” You leaned forward and pressed your nose against his scent glands inhaling his sweet scent.

“Or I’ll-” He gave a gasping breath as you gently nibbled and lapped at his neck. He tangled his hands in your hair and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing your nose deeper into his neck. You began to leave love bites around the area and watched as Katsuki covered his mouth to keep any unwanted noises from sounding too loudly. You listened to his shaky breaths as you trailed your tongue up to his jaw. After leaving another small hickey, you pulled back to look at his face. His face was still warm and his eyes were lidded with a glossy look and the gentle light from the small lights he had hit his glowing skin just right. He was undeniably beautiful. You cupped his cheek, gently soothing the hot skin with your thumb earning a small chirp. “You tired, baby?”

He looked at your face before looking back down and nodding.

You giggled at the scene. You held onto him and slowly laid the both of you down to get more comfortable for him. “There you go. Just rest up, okay?”

“Okay.” 

You adjusted him onto your chest to hold him, knowing how much he enjoyed being the little spoon no matter how much he denied it. You froze after a moment, hearing an unfamiliar sound. When you realized what it was, a warmth of happiness filled your chest. Bakugou Katsuki was purring. Purring! Not once has he done that so willingly.

You pressed a few happy kisses to his face, purring along with him before leaving him to snuggle into your chest on his own accord. "You got everything you need?" You ask quietly. He nods. “Do you want any snacks?” He shook his head. “Any water?” Once again, no. “Okay, baby. You just let me know if you need anything, yeah?”

There was a pause for a moment before he answered with a small, “Yeah.”

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment. You knew it was a special moment for an Omega to let their Alpha in their nest, so it made you happy that he agreed. Speaking of Alphas, you thought back to Kirishima. He did say to tell him how Katsuki was doing.

“Oh, Kirishima is worried about you too, you know. You wanna call him really quick so he won’t freak out?”

There was no response. You looked down and smiled at the scene before you. Katsuki was nuzzling into your chest, his legs intertwined with yours and his fists gently balling up the material of your shirt to keep himself close to you. You two had cuddled before, but it was never like this. He was soft, relaxed, ethereal even. God, if you thought you couldn’t love him any more. His breaths were slow now, occasionally becoming large and shuddery after every other minute. He was just as cute, probably even more so, whenever he slept. Maybe it was because you knew it was vulnerable of him to let you see him like that or maybe because you knew he was your Omega.

You played with his hair and occasionally pressed small kisses to his head, making his purring get louder for a moment before returning to its normal volume. As you trailed your fingertips along his back, tracing random patterns, you noticed that there was a small change in his scent. It was sweeter, yet muskier. You held your breath as you tried to loosen Katsuki’s hands. You didn’t want to force him to have you there for his heat. You two have had sex before, but this was different. You knew that to Katsuki, it meant something much more. 

You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m gonna go now, Suki,” you whispered. “You just let me know if you need me to get you anything and I’ll get it for you in a heartbeat, okay?” There was no response from him, but you didn’t expect one. You tried to push yourself up and away from him slowly, but froze when he whimpered. “Katsuki, don’t worry, I’m gonna-”

“Please…” His grip tightened around you. “Don’t leave me.” He looked up at you with his eyes bleary and soft. 

You hesitated. “But-”

“Please, Alpha.”

Your eyes widened for a moment and you smiled. You laid back down next to him and held him close again. You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You know I would never leave you, baby. I love you too much. I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

He pressed himself closer as you recognized the sound of a chirp coming from him. You felt him press his nose to your neck taking in a deep breath. “I love you too,” he mumbled. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment you had with your boyfriend. The loud purring emitting from you both had lulled you both to sleep. The beginning of saving your energy for the next few days where you knew you both would need it.

[echo-of-sounds]

birthday cake

-Fatgum x f!reader-

Headcanons and smut drabble for Taishiro’s birthday! (It isn’t until tomorrow but I don’t post on the weekends so I’m posting it early!)

Please throw him a surprise party. He would be so grateful. And so, so cute. His eyes would light up. His smile would grow. His love for you would blossom to the extremes. Invite all his friends. All. He wants everyone there. Even his intern kids. Everyone needs to be there to celebrate and have fun together!

For a day out with him, find some festival or fair to go to. He loves the games even if he never wins. If he somehow manages to win one, he’ll choose the largest stuffed bear and give it to you despite it being his birthday. He wants you to have something big to cuddle when he isn’t home. And what’s better than a giant teddy bear? You can put one of his shirts on it so it smells like him.

A movie marathon is also another terrific option. Cover the couch with pillows and blankets, litter the coffee table with snacks and drinks, and spend three whole days just watching movies and cuddling. He doesn’t get as much time with you as he wants so it would be refreshing for him. Of course, sex could get mingled in between the snuggles and movies.

Some gifts are rather obvious: food and clothing. He’d appreciate new cookbooks. It doesn’t matter the cuisine- Italian, Mexican, Indian, Irish- he’s always willing to try new dishes. Plus, cooking with you is one of his favorite pastimes so it gives him more things to explore with you.

He could use nicer clothing. He has mainly sweatshirts and t-shirts. Buy a nice suit jacket and a few ties for him. He looks so handsome in purple but he so rarely wears it.

Though he doesn’t wear them a lot because of his job, he does like the aesthetics of rings and necklaces. Keep them simple and masculine, and he’ll definitely appreciate the gift. A chain with a plain pendant or a black smooth ring would be nice. He’d love it even more if it was engraved with your name or anniversary. 

However, at the end of the day, Tai would be grateful for pretty much any gift. If it’s from you and you put thought into it, he’s bound to love it. It’s really hard to go wrong with him.

After saying goodbye to the last guest, you closed the door with a sigh of relief. You turned around, smiling, “I love you but that was way too many people.” 

“But you handled them so well.” Taishiro leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Thank you for the party.”

“Anything for the birthday boy. I love you.” You stood on your tip-toes to kiss his lips. 

He mumbled it back, picking you up and setting you on the counter. “Do I have any more presents to open?”

“Not sure. You might need to check the closet or under the bed. Who knows?”

“Nah. I see one right in front of me.” He slipped off your shirt and undid your bra, letting him pinch and pull your nipples. You leaned forward with the light tugging. 

He took off the cake’s plastic container. A finger dipped into the frosting and brought the warm chocolate cream to your nipples. Rainbow sprinkles spread across your skin.

“Really?”

“Oh, really,” he smirked, thoroughly painting the frosting around, making sure to completely cover both nipples. Melted drips trickled to your stomach.

“You’re going to clean them right?”

“Of course I will.” He grabbed one breast. His large tongue started at the trickles, licking up to the bottom of your breast. “It tastes better when it’s on you.”

Your back curved closer to his mouth, wanting it. His tongue returned, hot and wet, stroking to your nipple, sucking off the cream. You sighed his name at the painfully slow licking. He chuckled, finishing that one breast with a cruel nipple bite. 

“Tai!” you jerked.

He just laughed and went to his next snack. A hand flattened against your shorts, rubbing in a not-so-gentle motion. You rocked on the counter for friction. The licks turned to full-mouth sucking as he cleaned the cream and ate the sprinkles.

Your leg moved in between his. It felt like his erection was already full, almost like he was aroused during the party. You asked with a smile, “How long have you been hard?”

After one final big suck, he popped off your nipple to reply, “Too long.”

He lifted you to the floor and dropped the last of your clothing. His hand returned to you, brushing back and forth over your clit. You grabbed his shirt. He kissed your forehead, keeping the hard motion. The rapidly-growing wetness coated his hand. It rubbed off onto your thighs. Using his arm, he pressed up firmly, lifting you onto your tippy-toes. You bit his sleeve to stifle any moans and whines.

“You got wet pretty quickly. Do you want me to eat you or just fuck you?”

“Just fuck me.”

“Turn around.”

You did, leaning your forearms on the counter. A hand smoothed over your spine while two fingers slicked in. They curled down. You wriggled backward, wishing for more.

“You know I gotta stretch you first, baby.” He kissed your shoulder, carefully adding another finger. They sought your front wall and easily found the spot you liked. The perfect pressure roused an intense moan.

Warm frosting decorated your back. His tongue brushed along your skin, sucking, nipping, licking everywhere. “So damn good,” he groaned.

Fingers curved down and down again. You were stretched. You were wet. You jerked on his hand. “Tai, come on. I’m ready.”

They left you empty. You turned in time to see him use those soaked fingers to scoop up frosting. They slipped into his mouth next, letting him taste you and the chocolate. He licked with grin and glee. “Seriously, you should try this.”

“Taishiro, just fuck me already, please.” You leaned on the counter for him.

“Alright but you’re missing out.” 

The sound of his pants undoing shot a tingle up your spine. Hands held your hips and he entered gently like he always did, making sure you were prepared enough. He seated fully inside in one sink. You took a few deep breaths, familiarizing yourself with the thickness.

At your say-so, the thrusts started. A long pull out, then a heavy push in. They built excitedly, jostling you against the counter. Despite his warm heart and sweet temper, his thrusts turned rough and brutal. But it never hurt, each one only inflicted vivid moans and affectionate gaps.

“Faster.” Your breasts pressed to the chilly tiles. You grasped at them. Fingers found nothing to hold through the increasing speed. 

Your feet left the floor at an intense thrust. Hands stayed on your hips, squeezing encouragement. “You’re doing so good, baby, just perfect.”

“Fuck, Tai!” you cried out his name as he hit your inmost part. It was a keen pleasure, fat and solid, heaving in and out, that only he could give. Muscles twitched at the continuous weight thumping against them.

He pushed you further onto the counter and opened your legs wide. You bent your knees, wrapping your calves around his sides. Depth and hunger grew. Your heart pounded. Heat flooded, tensing. You gripped his wrists, pleading for more, knowing you were right there. 

Hips snapped. Thrusts slammed. Groans swelled. 

The heat burst. Your back went rigid as you came, yet your body still managed to hump back, dripping wetness against him. You gasped into the tiles through his unending movements.

“Good job, baby,” he grunted without breaking his pace. Your hips were lifted and dragged for a better angle, letting him slick in louder. His groans dulled into guttural huffs.

“Tai, are you-”

“Where do you want me?”

“In me. In me,” you moaned, barely getting the words out before he sunk deep, tight. Moans rose to loving whines, feeling him lean over you, rooting his fingers into your waist as he released.

He kissed your neck and shoulders while his body relaxed. You reached back for his flushed cheek, whispering, “Happy birthday, honey. I love you.”

Lips moved to your jaw, exaggerating the smooching sounds. You both laughed. “I love you too.”

When he pulled out, you tried to stand. Hands didn’t let you. He spread you instead, taking a long, broad lick, finishing with a pleasant kiss to your clit. 

You sighed, “What are you doing?”

You could hear the grin on his face when he said, “I’m not finished with my birthday cake yet.”

[thetaoofzoe]

FIC: Syverson the Protector Pt 4

*   Syverson The Protector - Part I (pairing Syverson x YOU)

*   Syverson the Protector - Part II (pairing Syverson x YOU)

*   Syverson the Protector - Part III  (pairing Syverson x YOU)

Summary: You are an embedded journalist and on a mission, everything goes wrong. The two of you have made it to safety and now it’s time for the healing to begin. 

Rating for this part: Budding romance, Fluff, medical related content, I’ve picked ‘Henry’ as Syverson’s first name and he’s grown his hair out :D

Must be read in order, no part can stand alone. I expect to have at most,  two more parts, 5 and concluding in 6. 

Word count: 2293

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Lying flat on his back, Syverson stared morosely at the ceiling and listened to the gentle thwapping sounds of the bedside machine that was currently and eagerly siphoning fluids out of his intestines. He let his mind tick over what the machine was actually doing to him and blearily considered why he wasn’t in constant pain from the electronic manipulation of his own vulnerable flesh.

Surely those plastic tubes driven into his guts should hurt, right?

Sure, you’re right, his mind chattered, a little giddy to be imparting an unknown bit of information, but consider this: morphine – a wounded man’s best friend.

My best friend, he thought and then as if the devil knew it was being called, another machine beeped and a flood of soft luscious haziness rushed into his bloodstream and he immediately relaxed. This tired mind drifted and it didn’t take long for him to slip back into sleep.

Hours later, Syverson startled out of a clinging and sticky dream with a desperate gasp. He felt hot all over, stiff and aching and the very thought of trying to move elicited a terrible pain response. Hot, oily bile crept up in his throat and his mouth watered in that awful familiar process of preparing him to violently empty his stomach.

I have to sit up, his brain screamed. I have to sit up. I don’t want to puke still lying on my back!

A broad cool hand pressed down on his chest and another closed about his shoulder. Someone was speaking but he couldn’t make out the words through the heavy veiling fog that enveloped him. He tried to speak to the person, and tried to tell them that he was going to be sick.

‘It’s ok, Henry,’ a voice was telling him. ‘You’re ok. I’ll help you roll onto your side if you need to vomit.’

Swallowing jerkily, throat working hard to force the urge back down, Syverson clamped his teeth and shook his head.

‘All right. How about we move you a bit. Are you ok with that?’

Move? God no. I can’t bear that. Moving meant pain.

He shook his head again, but the warm voice came back to him, sounding much more insistent this time.

‘I can help you, Henry, or I’ll put the positioner in bed with you and it will make you move. We want to prevent pressure sores, remember?’

Syverson took in a breath and after a moment nodded to show that he understood. When the man leaned in close, Syverson could smell his cologne. It was a pleasant and fresh woodsy scent that reminded him of his cabin back home. A sudden homesick ache tightened his chest and tears wet his dry eyes. He didn’t like feeling that way, but everything seemed to be out of his control now. He hated it.

Nevertheless, he put his arms around the man’s shoulders and gritted his teeth when his body was repositioned and stretched out again on the stiff mattress.

He gasped and couldn’t believe how out of breath such a small exertion had left him. But, he noted, he did feel better and the nausea had subsided.

The urge to eat suddenly struck him and he blinked up at the nurse.

‘What time is it?’ he rasped, voice rusty from disuse.

‘You hungry?’ asked the nurse with a grin.

‘Yeah, I could eat,’ he answered, wriggling a little to get more comfortable in the pillows under his head.

‘I can get you something, but it’s after breakfast and not quite lunch.’

Syverson nodded. He didn’t care. He just wanted to eat.

‘Fries and a coke, then,’ he said closing his eyes and grinning a little.

The nurse laughed and gently patted his shoulder condescendingly. With the state of Syverson’s gut, there was no way he was going to survive ingesting any amount of carbonation. That little fact didn’t stop the cravings though.

‘I’ll see if there’s some soup still left. I think it’s chicken.’

When he was alone again, the memories came back. After the jeep explosion, he was sure that he was going to die out in that sandy wasteland. Had it not been for you, he was sure that he would have died. Had it not been for the beautiful, plucky reporter, some stony faced military man would be paying his parents a visit to inform them of their youngest son’s passing and that his body would be flown home for burial.

Instead, he had been saved. And when he found that you’d been housed in the civilian wing of the hospital, he wanted to see you. He wanted to thank you for saving his life. When visiting you was denied, considering the fragile state of the both of you, Syverson had instructed that the well stocked gift shop be bought out and carted to your room, all with his heartfelt thanks.

He owed you his life. A few flowers and a couple of teddy bears was the least he could do.

The plastic and faux wood table rattled next to him and snapped Syverson out of his muse. He opened his eyes and watched as the nurse positioned the table over his bed and put down a ceramic bowl of steaming soup. He groaned and strained a little to help himself up into a sitting position.

The nurse was distracted and looking down into his other hand.

‘I ran into your girlfriend’s nurse in the hallway and she gave me this to give to you.’

God, he sounded so smug and Syverson wanted to punch him square in the face.

Girlfriend?

His brain searched for a face to put to the name but came up empty. He’d broken up with his ex more than five years ago, right before his latest deployment. And then it clicked.

The reporter. You.

The nurse handed the card to Syverson and upon seeing it, his heart sank. It was the same envelope that he’d sent along with the gifts. Had you refused his outpouring of affection? He slowly opened the envelope and breathed out with relief when he saw the new message that had been written for him.

He didn’t want to smile at the note in front of the gossipy nurse, as he didn’t want to encourage any nonsense rumours, so he kept his elated reaction to himself. But inside his heart soared and the soup tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten before.

**

The day that you both championed and dreaded finally arrived. The day you could get out of bed on your own and walk down to the men’s wing to pay your captain a visit. He had come a long way, you’d heard from the nurse, but would still have trouble doing any taxing travelling. However you were well enough to make the trip.

‘That is, if you still want to,’ said your nurse with a glint in her eye.

Oh, she thinks she’s funny, does she?

You sighed luxuriously and stretched back on your pillows. You’d managed to wrangle an extra set so that you could prop yourself up like a royal lady taking in visitors for the afternoon. You ran the edge of your thumbnail across the thick scar skirting the side of your left palm, scratching it lightly but thoroughly. You had recently had your bandages removed and the sight of your hands was shocking. The backs of your hands had taken the brunt of the burns and they were wrinkled with scar tissue which butted up against new skin growth. A daily cream was a must to keep the tissue from tightening up and preventing normal usage of your hand. You scooped up a handful of the waxy smelling stuff and massaged it into your hands as your nurse watched you expectantly.

Her expression fell a bit when you didn’t answer right away.

Serves her right, you thought, casually kneading fingertips into the palm of your opposite hand.

‘I mean, you don’t have to, if you’ve changed your mind.’

She picked at a bright yellow rose bud that had fallen off of one of the new crops of flower bouquets. Henry had made sure to keep you flush with fresh beautiful flowers. You had to draw the line at the character balloons, and had to tell him that he should stop sending them because the hollow sounds of them knocking together at night was creepy and it kept you awake.

‘I haven’t changed my mind, Barb,’ you said and gave her a smile.

I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to see him again.

‘Well, good. He’s been asking after you… like… constantly now.’

You said nothing, but a tiny grin stretched your lips.

Constantly?

‘We can whip out the chair and wheel you over there after lunch.’

Your heart leaped with sudden and visceral terror.

It’s soon. So soon. Too soon! Today?

You swallowed hard and felt your face heat with uncertain embarrassment.

‘S-sure.’

‘Ok, I’ll reserve one and be back in a few hours.’

Barb turned around and left the room. You could hear her chuckling as if this matchmaking was the best thing that had happened to her all year.

You sat up in bed, greasy hands limp in your lap and you made a face when you sniffed at yourself under your hospital gown. No way were you going to present yourself to Henry, or anyone else who would be in the day room, looking like you’d been in an accident.

Heaven forfend.

So, you washed carefully and put on the pale peach coloured long-sleeved pyjama set you’d received from the Ladies’ Supply. The Ladies’ Supply was an organisation of volunteer women who ensured the dignity and comfort of women at the military hospital through social visits, clothing donations and other feminine needs.

You did your hair the best you could and whiled away the hours until you heard the squeaky wheelchair being rolled into your room. With heart crashing excitedly against your ribs, you perched delicately on it and Barb rolled you away.

**

The day room was spacious and welcoming and abuzz with activity. Some of the men were still hooked to IVs and sitting by the wide windows and others who were more capable were dispersed amongst the tables either reading or playing cards or just talking with each other. There were also some women in there, so you didn’t feel like you were entering the lion’s den. You spotted Henry by one of the card tables and you wanted to put your feet down on the floor to stop Barb from rolling you right up to his side. Unfortunately, you didn’t do it in time and when you squeaked to an unceremonious halt at the edge of the table, he glanced up from his cards.

The look on his face when he recognised you was one that you would store in your memory for an eternity. He put the cards face down on the table and made to stand up. You immediately put up your hands to stop him.

‘No, no, don’t get up, you don’t–‘

But, he had already struggled to push himself up and out of the chair and you didn’t want to take that victory from him. You stood up as well, ready to give a firm friendly handshake, or a paltry pat on the shoulder but he had other intentions. He dragged you into his arms, and crushed you to his meaty chest, before you could manage to say, hello.

When he finally let you go, you both went back to your respective seats, feeling overwhelmed by the perfect greeting.

Grinning at him, you made a gesture to your own head.

‘Your hair… it’s all curly!’

The last time you’d seen him, his hair was shorn right to the head, and there was really no hint as to the texture or really even the true colour. So it surprised you to see a neatly clipped mop of glossy brown curls. Henry put a self conscious hand into his hair and ruffled his fingers through it.

‘I like it,’ you assured him, hoping to put him at ease. ‘I like it a lot.’

Grabby hair, your brain chittered. Perfect length for grabbing.

With that the two men who had been playing cards with him at the table, picked up and left, taking the not so subtle hint that they should leave the two of you alone.

‘I’m glad to see you. Finally,’ he said, wincing a little when he shifted in the chair.

‘Does it still hurt?’ you asked, reaching out to put your hands over his on the table.

‘I’m getting over it,’ he said, dodging the question effortlessly.

He turned his hands up to hold onto yours and you felt as shy as a virgin on a first date. So, what could you do but make a joke the break the tension.

‘I mean… if I had to get blown up to get a date with you in a hospital day room, don’t know if I would do it again. Ehh, I probably would.’

Your eyes swept up to his and he stared at you a moment, puzzled and when you gave him a little hesitant smile, Henry started to laugh. The sound it lit you up with happiness and then the awkwardness was broken.

You spent about an hour chatting and if you were honest, most of it was spent flirting, until you started to feel tired.

You didn’t want to overstay your welcome and he seemed disappointed (much to your juvenile delight) when you said that you were leaving.

‘Tomorrow then?’ he asked, big blue eyes bright and eager, his hands unwilling to let you go again.

‘Yes, tomorrow.’

-End part 4

[cuddlepilefics]

Markers are not for skin

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Chan

 No one’s POV.:

Finishing his morning coffee, Chan put the cup in the sink and made his way to Hyunjin’s room. It was weekend and the dancer had announced the previous night, that he’d use his free time to slip and destress. As his caregiver, the leader would be staying back at the dorms to keep an eye on the little, no matter how often the younger assured he could take care of himself and that the oldest shouldn’t stay back because of him. The rest of the group had gone out because the weather forecast had promised a sunny day, warmer than they had had in a while. That left Chan and Hyunjin as the only two members at the dorm. The leader was actually surprised his dongsaeng hadn’t woken up already due to the ruckus caused by their friends getting ready. He decided to wake the dancer up, so he’d have enough time to be little and play. Sneaking into the younger’s room, he found the little snuggled up under his blanket with his teddy bear in his arms. Apparently, he had gone to bed this way to wake up little the next morning. “Good morning, cutie. Time to get up”, Chan hummed and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket down a bit and stroking the other’s slim back. Hyunjin stretched with a disapproving whine and shoved his head under his pillow. The older just picked up the pillow and laughed: “Baby, I thought you wanted to play with daddy today but I guess I was wrong and you’d rather stay here alone.” – “Nuh, daddy!”, the dancer called out suddenly wide awake. He sat up and crawled into Chan’s lap. The leader hugged him and smoothed down the messy long hair, smiling: “Well hello there, little one.”

They remained in an embrace for a few minutes and Hyunjin was starting to go back to sleep. “No no baby, no more sleeping. It’s time for breakfast. The others are all gone, so it’s just daddy and Jinnie time today”, the caregiver announced, nudging the dancer to keep him from falling asleep. The younger pouted up at him cutely, asking: “Uppie?” Sighing Chan picked him up and carried him to the kitchen. He set the little down on the counter and gave him a stern look, reminding him not to move and fall off. Then the leader filled a sippy with juice, letting the little drink a bit while he went to wash and cut some fruit. Arranging the bits of chopped fruit to a cute face, he took the plate to the table before returning to collect Hyunjin. The dancer had finished about half of his juice and quickly wrapped his arms around his caregiver’s neck when he appeared in front of him. Chan picked him up and sat down at the table with his dongsaeng on his lap. “CUTE!”, the little squealed as he admired the food. Chuckling, the oldest picked up an apple slice, which had served as an eyebrow, and tapped it against the other’s lips. “Say ah, baby!”, he grinned. Chewing, Hyunjin clapped his hands happily and beamed when the caregiver continued to feed him.

Chan had already had breakfast earlier, so when Hyunjin finished they were ready to start their day. Cleaning the plate, the leader asked: “What do you want to do today, Jinnie?” – “Hmm, can we colow?”, the dancer suggested, chewing on the hem of his shirt. The older nodded and took his hand as they walked back to the little’s room: “Of course, we can color but we should probably brush your hair first and maybe also get you a paci. Look your shirt is already damp from you chewing on it.” Hyunjin looked at his shirt guiltily before letting out a loud whine: “Off!” Rolling his eyes, Chan complied and replaced the dancer’s shirt with one of his largest, before reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a light purple pacifier. “Here, cutie. Now let daddy brush your hair and we’re all done”, the leader cooed as he slipped the comfort item between the little’s lips. Hopefully it would keep him quiet because Hyunjin tended to make a fuss when getting his hair brushed in little space. It worked out well and the leader finished off by pinning the front strands back with some colorful hairclips. He then sat down on the floor with his dongsaeng, laying out his coloring books and helping him decide what he wanted to color first. The little had soon picked out a picture of a bear sitting underneath the stars. “Daddy, colow with Jinnie!”, the dancer requested. “Well, what do you want daddy to color?” – “Make the staws, hmm…, yewwow!”, the little giggled, clapping his hands. Chan chuckled, a fond smile spreading on his face as he picked up the yellow crayon and started to fill in the stars.

They had been coloring together for a while when Hyunjin pushed his caregiver out of the room, claiming he wanted to color something for him but Chan wasn’t allowed to look until it was done. To pass the time, the leader set up his laptop in the living room and played around with some new beats. When it had almost been an hour and there was still no sign of the little, the oldest decided to go and check on him. When the door swung open, Hyunjin froze like a deer in the headlights. The marker in his hand cluttered to the ground. ‘Since when did he own markers?’ Chan wondered, not sure when the little had gotten his hands on something other than crayons and colored pencils. They were staring at each other for a few seconds, Hyunjin shocked that someone had walked in on him, Chan shocked because the dancer’s face and arms were covered in colorful doodles. “Look daddy, Jinnie colow fow chu!”, the little exclaimed happily, holding up a picture of a treehouse and birds. The leader facepalmed before putting on a happy face and thanking his dongsaeng for his beautiful artwork. After recapping the open marker, he scooped the little up in his arms frowning: “Jinnie, it seems like you didn’t only color the tree but yourself too.” – “Mhm, Jinnie pwetty!”, the younger giggled. ‘Oh dear, how are we going to get that off?’ the oldest wondered, taking the dancer to the bathroom. He shot a quick text to Felix before starting a bath for Hyunjin. The little giggled as he watched the water rise and was excited his daddy remembered to add a lot of bubbles. Chan then helped him into the tub, handing him a bright yellow rubber duck, and grabbed a washcloth. The leader had been scrubbing the other’s arms for a few minutes already but the lines weren’t really coming off, while the skin grew progressively red. “Nooo daddy, ouchieee!”, the dancer whined, pulling his hand away. He had tried to be a big boy and let his daddy clean him up but it was really starting to hurt. The oldest rana hand through his locks, getting frustrated: “Baby, how are we going to get this off? Markers aren’t for skin.” He hadn’t even started on cleaning Hyunjin’s face yet.

Chan quickly dried off his hands when his phone started to ring. He answered the call and was greeted by Felix low voice: “Ah hyung, I just remembered something. Did you get the marker off yet?” – “No Lix, I didn’t” – the younger laughed, annoying Chan a bit before he answered: “I figured you wouldn’t. Don’t worry, I have some very good make-up remover in my closet that can also remove marker. I may or may not have had to deal with a few pranks and that was the only thing that really helped. You may wanna try it.” – “Mate, you’re a lifesaver, Jinnie’s already upset with me because I’ve been scrubbing his arms so roughly.” – “No problem, see you later, hyung.” And with that the call ended. Hyunjin was so occupied with his bath toy that he didn’t even realize the leader leaving him for a second to retrieve the bottle of make-up remover Felix had talked about. “Alright cutie, let’s give this another try”, the older hummed, approaching the dancer with a soaked cotton pad. The little just scooted away, shaking his head: “No huwt me again, daddy.” – “Oh sweetie, daddy is sorry. It’s not going to hurt this time, I promise”, the leader cooed. Although hesitant, Hyunjin lifted his arm and allowed Chan to gently brush the cotton pad over it. Felix had been right, the lines were fading and after cleaning both the little’s arms, the caregiver also wiped his face clean with gentle strokes, earning a giggle when he booped the tiny nose.

Not long after Hyunjin had gotten out of his bath and changed into a fresh set of clothes, Jisung and Felix came back home from their trip around town. “Here hyung, we got what you asked for”, Felix smiled, handing the leader a small plastic bag before going to ruffle the little’s wet hair, “I see you’re all clean again, little one.” Chan picked the little up and carried him to his room. “Since you wanted so badly to draw on your face, I asked the two to pick us up some face paint”, the leader explained, dumping the contents of the plastic bag onto the carpet they were sitting on. The dancer face lit up as he pouted at his caregiver with hopeful eyes. “Daddy make Jinnie pwetty? Pleasie?” – “Daddy will make Jinnie really pretty. What do you want me to draw baby?” – “Buttewfly!”, the little squealed, tucking his hair behind his ears. Chan grabbed a headband and put it on the younger before picking up a thin brush and some pink face paint. He started applying the paint with light brush strokes, admiring the sparkle in the younger’s eyes. Hyunjin reached up to touch his face before he remembered not to smear the paint, so he just giggled: “Tickles.” – “There, you look really pretty, Jinnie. But, you know what, you already did that before.”

[talk1about7seventeen]

ღ Saw You In A Dream ღ

Summary: Virgil keeps dreaming about a mysterious boy he has yet to meet. Turns out it’s his soulmate. 

Warning: Mild cursing, anxious Virgil, happy Patton, sleep Janus, chaotic Remus, low self esteem, mentions of caffeine, mentions of sex. 

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Janus, and Remus.

Word Count: 1969

Ship/ Pairing: Janus x Remus (Dukeceit - Romantic.) Virgil x Patton (Moxiety - Romantic.)

AU: Human: You dream about your soulmate until you meet them in person/ realize who they are.

Song Inspiration: Saw You In A Dream - The Japanese House

I hope you enjoy! ☆=(ゝω･)

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“Hey, don’t worry Virgil! Maybe I’ll see you around or something, if you’d like I could---”

The alarm rang at the worst possible time waking Virgil up from the angelic voice of the boy he couldn’t ever quite remember the face of. His voice however, he couldn’t forget it. Smooth like buttermilk and warm like a Summer’s day. Virgil didn’t recall it exactly, but he was certain he had a gorgeous smile. Anyone who treated him so.....nicely....must. 

Pushing his bangs out of his face, he sat up and pulled on his purple stitched jacket which laid on top of his messy bed. One of his pillows was hanging off the side of his bed and his favorite stuffie laid lonely on the floor. His anxiety spiked as he saw his comfort item left there untouched. Quickly, he scooped the old teddy bear from the creaky wooden floor boards and sat him on the innermost corner of the bed on the remaining pillow that touched the mauve walls. 

The alarm on his phone blared on, seemingly getting louder and louder as each precious second passed by. Virgil turned, shoulders rising parallel to his jawline. “Too....early....for this...” He groaned, slamming his finger on the button to turn off the ungodly noise. In the atmosphere now drifted silence. Virgil let out a sigh and began to gather his things for the day.

“Not so fast, emo boy!” Remus grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt as he tried to pass by the kitchen. “Ugh, put me down you neon disaster.” Virgil fought back, swatting the air around him, attempting to hit the taller being behind him. He could never move fast enough to catch Remus though. “Boys,” A voice called out from down the hall. They both turned, Remus’ wide eyed with Virgil still in his rather strong grip. Janus, their other roommate sauntered out of the darkness into the small glow of the kitchen light with it’s faint green hues. Janus pressed a mug to his lips and took a long gulp of his cold coffee. “If you’re going to kill each other, keep the house and I out of it.” He motioned to the counter and placed the cup into the microwave. 

“Up late again, Snakey?” Remus dropped Virgil and walked up behind Janus, wrapping his arms around the even taller boy’s waist. “When am I not...?” Virgil looked away as they chatted, intertwined with each other like two pieces of red string that connected at the fingertips. This was no real surprise for him, he was use to seeing the two so affectionate. That’s how it always was when you found your soulmate....

Virgil couldn’t really understand how. Maybe it was his lack of experience with romance, or maybe he just refused to believe in something that he was convinced would never apply to him. Love....now that was something he could laugh at. Who on Earth could love him? Besides Janus and that dumpster fire of a person he was tied to, no one else really stuck with him. He was convinced it was how easily he could push other people away or his unfriendly nature. No matter which one it was exactly, the only thing close to love he would ever get was inanimate objects that never spoke back and those two drooling all over each other. The love that he did get, wasn’t the kind he was searching for. Virgil appreciated what he got immensely, without Janus and Remus, he probably would feel more alone than he already does. But they didn’t look at him how they looked at each other; no one looked at him that way. 

“I should head out.” Virgil announced as Janus pulled his warmed up coffee cup out of the kitchen appliance and set it back down in front of him. “See ya!” Remus stuck out his tongue to Virgil and went back to embracing his lover. “Stay safe.” Janus told him without looking up, exhaustion closing in on him similarly like how one would imagine Remus’ embraces to be like; noticeable and slightly aggressive. 

 Leaving the house, he popped in his headphones and pressed shuffle on his Spotify playlist named: Drowning out the fucking from the next room. This playlist included and not limiting to, Evanescence, Fall Out Boy, and MCR (Obviously.) Why he made this playlist started off as a joke and then transformed into him successfully being able to block out even the most unholy sounds, like people talking to him, or Remus being Remus. 

As he walked down the street with his hood up, the words of the mystery boy played in his head. Who was he? Why was he so often in his dreams? Maybe it was pure coincidence. That he was so low that his brain felt the need to create a love interest out of thin air for the lonely boy. Wouldn’t that be something? Ridiculous....Virgil thought to himself. On autopilot, he went through the motions of walking up to his local coffee shop and ordering something for Remus, Janus, and himself. The barista who knew him by face at this point asked him what he wanted. He answered the same most every time, only occasionally switching up the order. It was easy to stick with what he knew, and it never disappointed, not when it’s a hot cup of coffee with caffeine you could practically taste just from the scent. 

“Have a great day, sir!” She smiled handing Virgil his hot coffee as well as a baked good for Janus and an espresso drink for Remus. Not that the borderline chaotic evil idiot needed so much coffee, because he surely did not. But Virgil would rather just go along with it to avoid conflict. “You too.” Virgil tried to push a smile since she was always nice to him. As Virgil began to walk out the door, he noticed the sky was particularly blue today. I’ll take a little detour...He thought to himself, nodding once.

Passing Virgil by were children with parents smiling and giggling as the warm breeze blew through their hair, people walking their dogs, and teens making their way to the skate park which was about a ten minute walk from where he was. The buildings lined in a row opened up to a park with a large water fountain in the midst of the area. Why not..He shrugged making his way into the park. Butterflies fluttered and children’s laughter could be heard. The overall feeling of this place gave Virgil a feeling of contentment that he hadn’t felt in some time. Breathing in and out, he took advantage of this feel-good opportunity. He sat down on a nearby bench, leaning until his spine touched the back of the seat. “Excuse me?” Virgil’s eyes shot open and he pulled the earbuds out of his ears. In front of him was a golden haired boy with freckles planted on his cheeks and nose. 

Virgil felt his chest began to explode with so many emotions. “Oh! Did I disrupt you? My bad!” He apologized. The boy’s voice was so recognizable but for some reason, Virgil couldn’t figure out exactly where from. It hurt his brain as he fished for answers but came up empty handed. “No! It’s uh....it’s okay...” Virgil’s voice quieted as he began to speak on. The boy gave a wide smile. “I just wanted to say I really like your hoodie. I’m Patton.” He held out a hand. “Thanks,” He swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked at Patton, now feeling a new kind of anxious. “I’m Virgil.” Patton shook his hand gently. “Did you make it yourself?” Virgil looked down at his purple and black stitched hoodie. “Yea, I did.” Patton’s face lit up. “That’s so cool!” 

“I hope this isn’t too weird but, do I know you from somewhere?” Virgil couldn’t seem to place the familiar feeling he felt when looking at Patton. It was like being engulfed in your childhood blanket for the first time in years. It felt....right...

“Uh, I don’t know but, I was thinking the same thing.” Patton pressed a finger to his lip and pondered for a moment. They stood there for a moment, their surroundings making up for the lack of words. The boy in front of him brushed it off with a shrug and looked back into Virgil’s eyes. “Well, anyhow, I should probably be on my way.” Patton giggled. Virgil felt his heart sink into his stomach. The golden haired boy placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, looking into his eyes as if he could read how the dark boy felt. 

“Hey, don’t worry Virgil! Maybe I’ll see you around or something, if you’d like I could give you my phone number!” Virgil nearly spit out his coffee at the words he said. “What did you say!?” He exclaimed. As Patton repeated his words, he covered his mouth instantly. Everything in that moment clicked. The boy’s smile, his gentle and kind demeanor, he was Virgil’s dream boy....

How did this simultaneously make so much sense, but also not at all? What would he say? What could he say? Was there any real approach that wouldn’t make him look like an idiot? “Do you believe in soulmates, Patton?” He asked breathless. Shock ran through Patton. “You....” Patton tried to speak. “I think....” They both stared at each other for a long moment, taking in the awe and wonder that had for each other. In that moment, they were no longer strangers, but a story yet to be written. “Patton, I think you’re my soulmate.” The boy’s eyes widened and then softened as his lips curled up into such a dazzling smile. He pulled out a blue colored sharpie from his bag. “May I?” He pointed to the coffee cup. “Oh!” He handed it to him and Patton began to write something on the white part of the cup. He handed it back a very star struck Virgil. “Please call me.” After that he gave a little wave and left, disappearing behind the water fountain and out of sight completely.

Virgil sat there, brain full of questions racing at a million miles an hour. I need to get home. Without wasting anymore time, he quickly made his way home, practically running. “Welcome back, Vi---” Janus tried to say but stopped as he took a glance at the expression on his good friend’s face as he walked through the door. “I think I just met my soulmate.” 

“Well, God damn, My Little Paranoid!” Remus answered. “He gave me his number and---” Remus cut him off. “GO CALL HIM NOW!” His voice boomed in he small house. “Remus, give him a bit he’s probably overwhelmed.” Janus turned from the couch, looking over the side at Virgil. “How do you feel, Virgie?” He asked. “I---I think I forgot how to breathe.” Virgil stared at his own shaking hands. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Remus cackled. He ran up to the shaken boy and took the drink and baked good for Janus. “Try to calm down and when you’re ready, go call him.” Janus eyed Remus, emphasizing his words. Remus began to chug his drink. “What?” He asked after a large gulp. “Okay! Thank you!” Virgil ran up stairs into his room. 

Jumping onto the bed he examined the cup and very slowly punched the numbers in. He stared at his phone for a minute. Is this really happening? Or is this just a dream I’m living in? Virgil shook his head. “I’m gonna do it...” He with great hesitation pressed the call button, the ringing making him jump. It rang once, then twice, and finally....click!

“Hello?” Patton asked, cheery like a Summer’s day.

“Hey.”

[angstyaches]

okay so here is my request: charlie doesn't go to school and shayne is worried so he goes to check up on charlie and see why he missed school just to find him in bed with a really bad stomach bug? cue shayne going out of his way a little to comfort charlie through rounds and rounds of puking and stomach cramps?

Thank you anon, this was such a fun prompt. I hope you enjoy it, and it’s not too rambly. I had no idea how to finish it off, but one can imagine the sick goes on all night and into the next day. Maybe there’ll be a part 2 if I don’t get any new ideas.

Charlie was dreaming about tiny boats being tossed out on the water, bobbing in and out of his view as he gazed out from the dark. He was dreaming about rocks that were more like daggers, jutting into the flesh of his legs and his hands as tears dropped from his face. His heart felt as empty, as hollow, as that cave, and he couldn’t see anything past this moment, as though his future just didn’t exist. Just like he shouldn’t have –

“Charlie?”

His eyes flicked open to find his room in the Mulberry house in semi-darkness, sensing a figure by his side. He rolled onto his side, wondering how he was able to move while the demon, Charlie Two, was also up and about, until his vision focused a bit and he realised this was no demon.

“Hey,” Charlie mumbled. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, you weren’t at school.” Shayne frowned and sat at the edge of the bed, next to Charlie’s legs. “So I thought I’d check that you hadn’t gone full demon, murdered your parents, and burned my childhood home to the ground.”

“That’s weirdly specific.” Charlie’s stomach bubbled with what felt like hot lava, burning the back of his throat too. He groaned, wrapping his arms around his belly and burying his face in his pillow. “How – how’d you get in?”

“You unlocked the back door for me, with your telekinesis. Didn’t you?” Shayne frowned, glancing between Charlie’s hands clutching his gut and his face contorting in pain. “You know what? Never mind. Jesus, you look like hell.”

Stomach churning rather noisily, Charlie mumbled a laugh. “Didn’t have time to make myself look cute for you.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely what I meant.”

“Shayne, were you…Worried about me?” Charlie waited, eyes shut, hand over his gut, for Shayne to make a sarcastic or defensive remark.

“Yes?” Shayne said quietly. “Where are your parents? When are they coming back?”

“Sunday.” Charlie’s face contorted with pain. His insides felt like they’d been thrown in a bag and beaten against a wall before being shoved back into him. “They’re on a work kind of thing. Shayne, my – my stomach is killing me.”

As though to make that particular point clear, his belly let out a long, wet-sounding grumble. Charlie jumped a little in surprise when he felt the back of Shayne’s hand glide across his stomach through the sheet.

“It’s definitely not your biggest fan right now.” Shayne frowned. “What’d you do? Pick up a bug or something?”

Charlie gave a sigh, Shayne’s light touches sending cool shivers down through his aching tummy. He had to stifle a yawn. “Yeah, I guess. Hey, that feels really nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know…” Charlie peered out over the sheet, hoping that and the dim light would disguise how red his face felt. “Bet you’re tired too, after being at school all day, and worrying about me so much.”

Shayne rolled his eyes slightly. “And? If I was?”

Charlie wriggled forward slightly, freeing up a little more space between his back and the wall. He shut his eyes as Shayne climbed into bed with him, scooping him gently by the waist and dragging his fingertips up under Charlie’s pyjama top. Charlie didn’t stay awake long enough to hear Shayne asking if he was comfortable.

 ---

He woke with a gasp this time, pulled from that phantom cave by a sharp wrenching sensation in his abdomen. It was like an anchor had been dropped down his throat and immediately yanked up again. He shot forward in bed, feeling nausea crawl up his oesophagus, clamping his hands over his mouth.

“Here – go ahead, it’s okay.”

Charlie let liquid vomit gush from his mouth as his belly cramped and heaved. It drew out the most guttural sound and made his eyes water. He almost fell back with the force of it, but someone was holding him up, pushing gently on his back with one hand, holding the big mixing bowl under his chin with the other. 

He grabbed his mouth again as he hiccupped, pain shooting from his belly into his chest. Shayne rubbed Charlie’s back, eliciting another, but not so violent, stream of vomit to crash into the mixing bowl. Stars flashed across Charlie’s eyes, making the entire room spin. He pawed at the mattress as he lay himself back down.

Shayne reached over to put the bowl on the nightstand. He put his free hand gently on Charlie’s belly so that he wouldn’t accidentally press on it. Once he began settling back down next to him, Charlie kept Shayne’s hand pinned to his stomach and rolled onto his side.

“It hurts, Shayne,” Charlie groaned. “I hate this.”

“I know, I know.” Shayne’s voice was shaking. He could feel Charlie’s stomach gurgling away beneath his palm. Heat was pulsing out of him, but Shayne didn’t know the first thing about fixing that besides throwing back the sheets, which he’d already done. “Charlie, are you sure you can’t get your parents to come back early?”

“I’ll be fine. They –” Charlie whimpered as a roll of nausea made his insides whirl. “They’re looking at prop–”

Shayne made a grab for the bowl and held it to the edge of the bed as Charlie puked again, still lying on his side this time and almost toppling off the mattress. His whole body was racked with the force of the convulsions, and he was letting out pained little whines in between gags.

“Properties?” Shayne breathed, not entirely sure he wanted to press poor Charlie in his current state, but unable to stop himself either.

“Mmhmm,” Charlie mumbled, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his pyjama top and slumping back against Shayne.

“You moving away again?”

Charlie looked up into his friend’s brown eyes, hollow and deep in the early evening darkness of the room. Part of him was relieved to see a hint of sadness there, which was a horrible thought to have. Charlie closed his own eyes as tears welled up, though he wasn’t sure if it was the possibility of having to leave, or the twisting, writhing pain in his stomach that had caused them.

“I don’t – I don’t know…”

He reached for the bowl again, pulling it and Shayne’s hand closer to his face.

“Sorry,” Shayne muttered. “Take your time.”

Charlie winced as what felt like the last scrap of his stomach lining tore its way up his throat. A deep choking sound accompanied the final retch, like every droplet of moisture had evaporated from inside him and he was now a rattling bag of dry things.

“I’ll get you some water, okay?” Shayne climbed down towards the end of the bed, walked towards the door, and turned around again. “I mean, unless there’s something – is there something else I should be doing? If I give you food or medicine, you’ll just throw it up, right? You’ll probably throw the water up again, too. Fuck, how do I know when to call an ambulance?”

Charlie sighed weakly against his pillow as Shayne’s silhouette moved back and forth. “Shayne, you’re panicking.”

“What?” Shayne abruptly stopped pacing the room. “No. No, I’m not. Just – don’t die or anything, alright? I’ll be back in a minute.”

Charlie’s head swam as he waited in the dark. Shayne was so quiet downstairs that he almost imagined he was alone in the house. Alone in a dark cave. Alone in a world where he didn’t belong –

You’re not alone, he remembered. We’re not alone.

Charlie opened his eyes to see Shayne kneeling by the bed with a glass of water. He pushed himself up on his elbow slightly as the glass was tilted against his lips, wetting his tongue and cutting through some of the stale taste of vomit.

“Maybe that’s enough for –?” Shayne started to say, but Charlie kept sipping until his belly glugged in protest. The water felt like it hit boiling point the moment it got inside him, but he was so thirsty, he couldn’t make himself stop. Shayne had to pry the glass away, leaving it on the nightstand next to Vincent the teddy bear.

Charlie swallowed, feeling the water slosh against his diaphragm. He slowly sat further forward to find that Shayne already had the bowl in place for him. He’d washed it out when he’d gone downstairs, it seemed. Charlie breathed deeply a couple of times, holding his belly, but nothing escaped up his throat like he’d expected. His stomach groaned as it fought against itself, and Charlie finally let out a sigh from between pursed lips.

“I think I’m good, for – for now.” He lay back down, relieved but not yet fully trusting himself not to puke again. His eyelids fluttered as he watched Shayne put the bowl away again, still kneeling on the floor as he rested his head on the edge of the mattress.

“You have to go,” Charlie whimpered, eyes darting briefly towards the window that he’d once seen smashed in by a giant creature with bat’s wings. A creature he’d seen so many times again, in his nightmares. He felt his eyes start to tear up. “I don’t want you to get – to get in trouble, or hurt again –”

“Charlie, shut up,” Shayne spoke gently over him. “Just tell me what you need. Tell me what to do. Please. I – I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m –”

“Shayne,” Charlie said gently, though his voice felt slightly detached from his thoughts. “Shut up.”

Shayne looked down at the floor for a few seconds before getting up and climbing back onto the bed. Neither of them knew how to bring up the subject of Charlie’s parents buying a new house again, and as he fell into a shallow sleep for the twelfth - and not the last - time that day, Charlie wondered if Shayne was holding him just a bit tighter for it.

[the-delta-42]

Three and Down

Based on This Ask from @lenoreofraven

Three and down

Ridiculous. Utterly Ridiculous. Of course, there had to an Akuma today. Of course, it had to attack when she and Rossi were out of the classroom. Of course, when they got back, they had to round up their now toddler aged classmates. And of course, Dupain-Cheng, while being creepy as shit, had to throw a tantrum.

“NO!” Wailed the black haired, pigtailed toddler, pulling on a blanket, with Adrien attached to the other end, “MINE!”

“Nu-uh,” Said Adrien, tugging on his end, “My blankie.”

Marinette tugged on the blanket again, before losing her grip and tumbling backwards, making her hit her head on the desk. Marinette stilled, before her bottom lip wobbled and she started bawling her eyes out.

Chloe thought she heard Lila groan, before she scooped the toddler up. Chloe tried not to recoil when Marinette wrapped her small arms around her neck, both Chloe and Lila turned back to Adrien, only to find him gone.

Lila looked behind her and spotted that Alya had gone missing as well.

“We need to but a leash on them.” Said Lila, as Marinette’s wails started dying down.

“Ugh, you can have her.” Said Chloe, pushing the toddler onto Lila.

Lila grimaced as Marinette then buried her face into her shoulder, wiping her eyes and nose of the Italians shoulder and continued sniffling. Lila heard Nino let out a small whine and scooped him up as well.

“KIM! ALIX! THAT IS NOT WHAT A POT LID IS FOR!” Chloe yelled from another room, before a loud bang sounded from the same room, followed by insane laughter. Lila spotted Rose and Juleka napping with Ivan and Mylene not far from the corner Luka was made to sit in.

Lila looked down at the two toddlers she was holding, before noting that they’d fallen asleep. Carefully, trying not to wake any of them up, Lila put Nino and Marinette down next to Juleka, before turning her attention on Max, who’d dismantled the projector…and the computer. Lila was fairly certain a host of other appliances had been similarly destroyed by the toddler as he built whatever the hell it was, he was building.

Meanwhile Chloe was stalking through the Library, a red-haired toddler on her hip, while she checked under desks, looking for the blond hair she knew so well.

“Adrikiiiins,” Called Chloe, “Where are you?”

There was a quiet sneeze, making Chloe whip around and look out the window, spotting Adrien sitting next to a bird, the blanket he was fighting over with Marinette wrapped around him. Adrien sneezed again, before Chloe quickly rushed outside and grabbed him.

Adrien whined as the bird flew off, reaching both his arms out after it. Adrien started huffing, before flailing his little arms about in a tantrum as he started yelling and screaming. Chloe was suddenly aware of the dirty looks she was getting from strangers.

“Slag.” Muttered a passer-by, gone before Chloe could do or say anything.

“Adrikins,” Groused Chloe, trying to get the blond-haired toddler to calm down, just as Adrien’s hand connected with Alya’s small face. The dark-skinned toddler froze, before her face crumpled and she started screaming as well. Chloe was saved from further humiliation by Ms. Bustier shooting towards her.

“I leave you and Lila alone with them for five minutes and I come back to Max destroying my computer and those two missing!”

Before Chloe could respond, the two toddlers were taken from her and both opted to cling to the teacher like a koala.

Chloe kept quiet, as Ms. Bustier lead her back to the classroom, as soon as they entered the door, Lila rushed towards them holding a crying Marinette at arm’s length.

“I don’t know what happened, she kept say she needed to go, and she didn’t say where and-” Lila was cut off.

“Lila, when a Toddler says they need to go,” Said Ms. Bustier, putting Adrien and Alya on the floor, before taking a sobbing Marinette, “They generally mean they need to go to the toilet.”

“That would explain the smell.” Said Lila, callously.

Ms. Bustier sighed, before walking away with Marinette, “The parents are going to be here soon, hopefully, we can all survive until then.”

Ms. Bustier ducked into one of the childcare classes, before walking away with a smelly, crying toddler and a over the shoulder bag. Chloe and Lila looked at each other, before a small explosion in front of Max got their attention.

The bespectacled toddler blinked a couple of times, before his bottom lip wobbled and he started wailing. Loudly. Which set all the others off crying and Luka kicking Kagami in the shin, which set her off. Soon the entire classroom was full of screaming, crying toddlers and two teenagers who wanted to be as far from them as possible.

The classroom door flung open, revealing Ms. Bustier and a host of the parents.

“I was gone for five minutes.” Said Ms. Bustier, incredulous.

Before either Chloe or Lila could say anything, the assembled parent found their child and quickly started to shush them, the only two left were Adrien and Kagami, who sat sniffling waiting for their parent to pick them up. When no one did, Adrien let out a small whimper.

Chloe felt fear settle in her entire being, as Adrien let out a whine, as fat tears started to roll down his chubby little face. A split second later, both Adrien and Kagami were picked up by Tom and Sabine, with the latter carefully holding a sleeping Marinette. Kagami’s whimpers started to die down, as she watched Marinette quietly snore against her mother’s shoulder.

Tom suddenly jumped, making Adrien giggle as he pulled on the bakers moustache again.

Lila looked over at Anarka, seeing her cup her hands over Luka’s ears, making the toddler calm down considerably, while Juleka chewed on a diamond encrusted phone. Chloe let out a shriek, before rushing over to grab her phone. The blonde girl got a total of three steps, before Ms. Bustier hooker her fingers under Chloe’s collar.

“Do. Not. Set. Them. Off.” Said Ms. Bustier slowly, getting a small, reluctant nod from Chloe. Ms. Bustier let Chloe go, before she made her way over to Sabine, the clothes that Marinette had soiled in a plastic bag.

“I hope this doesn’t last too long.” Said Fred, cradling Mylene as she gnawed on his tie.

“Half the school children in the city have been affected.” Said Roger, gently patting Sabrina on her back, getting a small burp from her.

Chloe and Lila were taken out of the classroom, just as Nino let out a loud sneeze, getting a delighted cackle from Alya.

T&D

The next day Chloe and Lila arrived to find the classroom had been made baby proof, along with the addition of their toddler age and sized classmates all sprawled across the room. Marinette spotted them from her place on the teacher’s desk and started giggling. Every time she shifted, she made a soft crinkling sound. Max was in his own little corner that was roped off from the rest of the room, surrounding him was a set of toys that all had flashing lights and made various sounds.

Adrien and Kagami had made a pillow fort around the teacher’s desk, both holding cardboard swords that they were using to keep Alix and Kim away. Lila spotted Luka playing with a toy car, what struck her as odd was the headphones Luka was wearing over his ears. Alya and Nino were playing with a toy camera and xylophone, while the others were all piled up around a beanbag.

The door opened behind the two teenagers, making them both spin around and face the new arrivals. A few teachers were coming in with a pair of toddlers each, Chloe recognised Aurore and Mirelle, before spotting Marc and Wayhem. The teacher carrying Marc and Wayhem placed them both on the desk next to Marinette.

Marinette giggled, before taking the pacifier out of her mouth and shoving it in Marc’s. Marc stopped whimpering, before slowly falling asleep. Marinette giggled harder and clapped her tiny hands. One of the teachers jumped when Kagami’s sword hit their shin.

Both Chloe and Lila were taken to another room by the same teacher, Chloe scowled when she realised that Sabrina was a baby and couldn’t take her notes.

T&D

The routine continued for a further week, until Tom and Sabine heard an older sounding Marinette scream, followed by a loud thud. Sabine slowly made her way up the stairs, before poking her head to look through the baby gate that surrounded the trap door. And there, on the floor in a bright pink onesie, was Marinette, pacifier still in her mouth and teddy bear in her arms. Marinette and Sabine stared at each other, before Marinette spat the pacifier out and look her mother in the eye.

“I have no idea how this happened.” Said Marinette, making her mother laugh.

Meanwhile across town, Adrien sat in his bed, trying to understand how he went from the middle of a school day in his normal clothes to waking up in his bed in a black onesie with is thumb in his mouth. Adrien stared down at his lap, trying to ignore the really comfortable fabric of his new pyjamas and how he really need to go to the toilet. Eventually natures call won out and Adrien got up and headed for the bathroom, where, to his embarrassment, he found he was wearing a nappy.

Adrien grumbled to himself as he got dressed, he had managed to get his trousers on when Nathalie walked in, causing him to jump several feet in the air.

“What happened to knocking?!” Exclaimed Adrien, as he lowered himself down from the climbing wall, before noticing that Nathalie had frozen.

Across the city, parent who’d children had been affected by the de-aging Akuma all found said child all waking up confused, except the C��saire’s because Alya took one look at her current wardrobe and decided to go back to sleep.

[snarkybluechristian]

Villainous: Reform School Chapter 20

Melanie laid on her bed admiring the rosary Ochocinco slipped to her.  It was a simple rosary, a metal crucifix with red beads, but elegant nonetheless.  She couldn’t believe her driver had given her something so precious to him.

Melanie felt her hope rise.  The rosary felt like a sign from heaven letting her know that she was being rooted for and that even if she fell, she would be lifted up again.

The door creaked open just then, and Melanie quickly hid her rosary under her pillow, fearing that it would be taken from her. 

To her relief, it was 505 who entered the room.

“Oh, 505!” Melanie said in relief.  “What are you doing here?  Did you get out of doing your chores so you could hang out with me?”

505 nodded happily.

“Sweet!” Melanie exclaimed.  “Do you want to play some of the videogames I have on my console?”

505 nodded vigorously, shut the door behind him just as a group of Hat robots went to finish cleaning up the dining room, and merrily skipped over to the bed to play some videogames with Melanie.

After a few hours of playing videogames, Melanie reluctantly made herself enter the bathroom to get ready for bed while 505 continued playing videogames.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a purple tank top and blue-striped pajama slacks to sleep in, Melanie heard a knock on the door.

“Hey, Melanie,” Flug’s voice called out from the other side.  “Are you in there?  It’s me.”

Melanie rolled her eyes.  She dreaded what was coming as she pulled on her blue denim slippers and reluctantly made her way across the room to open the door.

When Melanie opened the door, she saw Flug standing there with a bottle of pills in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Good evening, Melanie,” Flug said.  “I’m here to announce that it’s time for you to go to bed…”

“Thanks,” Melanie replied with heavy sarcasm.  “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

Melanie then attempted to shut the door.

Flug stopped the door from closing with his shoe and added, “And, to give you what your parents and I agreed upon.”

Melanie crossed her arms and said, "Which is...?”

“Your new medication to help you sleep,” Flug said smugly.

Melanie sighed and said, “Fine, hand it over.”

Flug twisted open the lid, picked up a pill, and handed the tablet to Melanie along with the water bottle.

Melanie stood there expecting Flug to leave, but he stood there waiting.

Melanie struggled to keep her composure.  She wanted to break down and cry at the stress she was feeling.  Melanie refused to cry in front of this crazy scientist, but he wouldn't leave until she actually swallowed the pill.

So, with a heavy heart, Melanie put the pill in her mouth and drank the water to swallow it down. 

“Thank you,” Flug said cheerfully.  “I’ll see you in the morning.”

With that, Flug stepped back and shut the door. 

Melanie walked back over to her bed and sat down.  She didn’t feel any different yet. 

505 sat down next to Melanie and gave her a hug to help her feel better.

Melanie looked up at the bear and hugged him back feeling warm in his loving embrace.

“Hey, 505?” Melanie asked.  “Do you want to watch videos on my phone with me?”

505 nodded happily as he scooped Melanie into his arms and settled himself in the middle allowing his back to rest against the bedframe and Melanie to get snug in his lap as she pulled up videos on her phone to watch.

It was only gradually that Melanie began to feel sleepy.  It snuck up on her so slowly that she didn’t know how drowsy she was until she was struggling to keep her eyes open 20 minutes later.

Without warning, Flug opened the door and asked in surprise, “How are you still awake?!”

“I’m not tired enough to fall asleep yet,” Melanie replied.  “So, what?  This video we’re watching is really interesting.”

Flug snatched the phone from Melanie’s hands to notice that Melanie and 505 were watching an animated music video of what looked like two imps singing a love song.

“That’s…surprising…” Flug said as he laid the phone on the bedside table and plugged it into its charger connected to the nearby outlet out of Melanie’s immediate reach.

“Hey!” protested Melanie struggling to sit up on top of 505.  “I was watching that.”

“You can watch it again in the morning,” Flug replied annoyedly.  “Now, 505, tuck Melanie into bed and let’s go.”

505 looked at Melanie as gently as a mother looked at her baby.  Then, as gently as possible, he picked her up, stood up, and tucked Melanie snugly into bed before turning to follow his Dad.

However, before 505 could walk away, Melanie grabbed his paw and said, “Wait!  Dr. Flug, c-can he stay until I fall asleep?”

Flug sighed and said, “I suppose.  505, find me when you’re done.”

Flug shut the door behind him as 505 sat down on the floor next to the bed, rested his tired head next to Melanie’s, and held her hand.

“Awww!” Melanie said drowsily.  “Awww!  You’re like a giant teddy bear.  God bless you.”

Finally, when Melanie had fallen asleep, 505 got off the bed, rubbed Melanie's head, crept out of the room, and gently shut the door behind him.

To his surprise, Flug was waiting there in the hall.

“Daddy is very proud of you, 505,” Flug said.  “You’re doing an amazing job looking after Melanie.”

505 smiled contentedly as he and his Dad started walking down the hall.

“But I need to ask you something,” Flug asked immediately getting 505’s attention.  “Daddy is going to keep needing your help to help Melanie become a villain.  She doesn't like me, Black Hat, or Dementia.  She's also very unhappy right now.  She doesn't want to listen to us or even be here, but she loves you and will listen to you.  So, we need you to keep an eye on her to be sure she's doing what she needs to do.  If Melanie is not taking her medicine or doing something she's not supposed to, I need you to tell me even if Melanie wants you to keep it a secret.  Okay?”

505 stopped and gave Flug a confused glance.

Flug sighed deeply and said, "Buddy, I know she's your friend, but Melanie needs our help.  She just doesn't understand it yet.  Melanie has a brain that needs medicine to work properly, so she has trouble understanding why she needs to behave and why she needs to listen.  I need you to help me take care of her.  Okay?”

505 thought for a second before enthusiastically nodding his head.

“Thanks, 505,” Flug said affectionately giving 505 a big hug.  “I knew I could rely on you.”

[hunnywrites]

Growing Pains: Chapter One

Summary: Life is hard when you’re about to turn 18. It’s even harder when you realize you might be completely out of love with your long time boyfriend, and you can’t stop thinking about the new boy in town.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC, Steve Harrington/OFC

A/N: Happy Stranger Things day everyone! I’m so excited for this fic! We all know I love an Arcade Dreams AU. This is gonna be taking place in the summer of 85, because we all know Billy deserves a nice summer instead of the one he got. I’m also gonna be giving a name to Steve’s mom because she’s gonna appear quite a bit and honestly @ the duffer brothers give us more content with Steve’s parents. It’s also the first appearance of Hopper! Teddi! I hope you all enjoy it!

It was Sunday morning. Well, technically afternoon. If Teddi cracked one of her eyes open she could see the sun trying to shine through the ugly, off white, checkered curtains that perfectly matched the ugly, off white, checkered wallpaper that she hated. Teddi squoze her eyes shut and willed herself to go back to sleep. She didn’t want to look at the little digital clock on the nightstand beside her. 

As Teddi snuggled further under the plushy, dark blue comforter an arm snaked around her middle. She smiled as her back met a warm chest she hadn’t realized her body had been missing so much. “Rise and Shine, Teddi Girl.” her boyfriend, Steve Harrington mumbled into her hair. He combed his fingers through it gently in an attempt to wake her up. Heather Holloway had just helped her dyed it. They had bleached Teddi’s sandy blonde hair into an almost platinum white color. Steve called her Casper when he first saw it. 

Teddi groaned and buried her face into her pillow. “Five more minutes.” she complained.

“It’s past noon!” Steve laughed. “C’mon, Ted, this is our last summer of freedom. We should be outside doing stupid, reckless stuff.” Teddi didn’t want the reminder. They had graduated from high school only two weeks ago. Steve seemed to be resigned in the fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with his life now. He was content with working at Scoops Ahoy. And while Teddi loved her jobs at the arcade, video store and public pool, she couldn’t help but feel scared. She had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. 

Teddi rolled over, her nose almost touching Steve’s. “If you let me sleep a little longer we can always do something stupid and reckless in here.” she let out a giggle as Steve’s cheeks grew a bit pink.

“When you put it that way…” he said with a teasing grin. Steve leaned in to kiss Teddi, but she jerked away when there was a knock at his door. 

“Steve, hun? You awake?” it was his mom. Teddi tried to get out of bed as quickly as she could, tripping up on the comforter and falling to the floor before she started to get dressed. “I can make you breakfast before you head off to work. Is Teddi staying?”

Teddi’s eyes widened as she stopped in her tracks. “Um...sorry, Mrs. Harrington! I gotta get home before my dad gets worried!” she called, jerking her cut off shorts on. It wasn’t that Teddi didn’t like Steve’s mom. Kitty Harrington was one of the coolest adults she knew. She was super trendy and threw some great parties. It was an added bonus that she usually let Teddi and Steve drink at those parties. Plus Kitty adored Teddi. Steve told her she said that Teddi had spunk. 

Steve ran a tired hand over his face. “It’ fine, ma! I’ll grab something on the way to work. I gotta pick robin up anyways.” he rolled his eyes dramatically and smiled over at Teddi.

She pulled on her top, a lime green t-shirt that she had cropped herself and gave Steve a look like he’d grown a second head. How could he be so calm? “She knows that I sleep over?” she asked. 

“Oh, yeah. She was cleaning my room and you kinda left one of your bras…” Teddi groaned. “I can get it for you if you want. It’s down in the laundry room. She uses that Snuggle brand detergent, you know with the little bear-”

“Steve.”

“...Sorry. Are you okay?” he asked, walking over to her. His hands rested at her elbows. “Ted, she’s not mad or anything. I mean, technically speaking we’re adults,” he reminded her. “I mean what’s she gonna do, ground me?” 

Adults, Teddi thought sadly. She didn’t want to be an adult. Teddi shook her head. “I’m fine, sorry. It’s just...weird. Can you give me a ride home?” her van was back home. After she’d gotten home from work Steve had surprised her, knocking on her window and convincing her to sneak out for the night. Only now it wasn’t really sneaking out, she supposed. How boring. 

“Well, wait. You wanna go get lunch or something? Catch a movie?” Steve asked as he got dressed. 

“I thought you had work?”

“I don’t really. Do you wanna go downstairs and have brunch with my mom?” he shot a teasing grin her way. Steve had a point there. As much as Teddi liked Kitty, she definitely didn’t want to sit there awkwardly with the two of them while they all three pretended everything was completely normal. 

Teddi smiled thinly. “Right. As much as I’d love to I have to get to the arcade soon. And I have to make sure my dad doesn’t like...flip his lid when he finds out I was gone all night.” it was sort of a lie. Teddi had work that day, but it wasn’t until later that night. She felt a little guilty blowing Steve off. Like somehow she was doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. But just because they were dating didn’t mean they had to be around each other all of the time, right? 

The disappointed look on Steve’s face made her feel even worse. “Oh. Well, that’s fine. Maybe next time.” they made their way downstairs, Teddi trying to almost hide herself behind Steve as they passed by his mother in the kitchen. 

“Bye you two!” she called sweetly. “Teddi, say hi to your dad for me!” Teddi winced a little, turning and smiling tightly at her. 

“Will do, Mrs. Harrington.”

“Honey, I’ve told you a million times. After how long you and my Stevie have been together,” she pinched Steve’s cheek affectionately. Steve blushed, brushing her hand away and muttering out a Ma, stop. “You can call me Kitty.” 

Teddi let out a nervous chuckle. “Right, sorry. Sure thing, Kitty.”

“Come on, mom. We gotta go, okay? I’ll be back later,” Steve pressed a kiss to his mom’s cheek and pulled Teddi along behind him and out to his car. “Sorry about her…” he mumbled.

“Don’t be. I love your mom.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I think she lays it on a little thick ‘cause you’re her chance at grandbabies.” Teddi’s head whipped in Steve’s direction. He hadn’t even noticed. He was turned, looking over his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway. Teddi couldn’t believe how casually he had said it.

“Grandbabies? We’re having kids now?” Teddi asked with a nervous laugh. 

Steve looked over at Teddi, his mouth opening and closing while he tried to figure out what to say. “...No. No. I mean...maybe? Eventually? Jesus, Harrington, you have to learn to keep your mouth shut,” he muttered to himself. 

If Teddi thought really hard about it she could picture herself marrying Steve. She could picture him getting a cushy job at his dad’s company and the two of them buying a house down the street from Steve’s parents. If she thought even harder she could maybe picture a kid or two with her blonde hair and Steve’s big brown eyes. Now she felt nauseous. Teddi rolled down her window, pulling a cigarette out of her small, black backpack and lit it. She took a long drag, resting her head against her seat and shutting her eyes. 

“You really should quit smoking.” Steve said.

“You used to smoke, remember?”

“Yeah, until they had that assembly and brought in that black pig lung. It was totally gross,” Steve flashed Teddi a lopsided grin when she let out a soft laugh. He reached over, taking her hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Listen, let’s not talk about this kinda stuff anymore, huh? We’ve got plenty of time for all that. I still am a kid. I don’t wanna have any any time soon.”

Teddi let out a breath of relief and nodded. “Deal.”

When they pulled up to the little cabin she lived in with her dad and younger sister, Steve turned to her with a smirk. “You sure you don’t wanna skip out with me for the rest of the day? Last chance, Teddi Girl.”

Teddi’s nose scrunched up as she leaned in and kissed him. “Rain check, okay? I promise. I just don’t want my dad to worry.”

Steve brushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Alright, alright. I’ll hold you to it.” Teddi said her goodbyes, kissing Steve again and heading up to the porch. The wooden planks groaned under her boots, signaling to those inside that she was home. 

Jim Hopper was lounged out in his recliner that sat in front of the TV just like he always was on his day off. El was perched beside him on the couch, the two of them snacking on chips and salsa while they watched some old Gilligan’s Island reruns. When Teddi walked in they both turned to look at her. El looked at her with this secret little smile of hers. Like she had known exactly where her older sister had been all night and was enjoying the scandal of it. Hopper frowned at his daughter. He too knew where Teddi had been, and he definitely wasn’t enjoying the scandal of it. 

“Ooo, Gilligan,” Teddi said, plopping down onto the couch next to her sister. “Which one is this?” she was ignoring the way that her dad was practically staring a hole in the side of her head. 

“They got superpowers from vegetables.” El said, shoving a chip that was nearly too big into her mouth. 

“Nice. I love this one.” Teddi grabbed a chip, reaching over to dip it into the salsa. Hopper grabbed the jar and held it away from her. The two finally made eye contact. 

“Where ya been, Ted?” he asked, eyebrows raised. He knew. Teddi knew that he knew. No point in lying.

Teddi shifted a little in her seat. “...With Steve.” 

Hopper groaned. It was no secret that he hated the fact that his two teenage daughters were dating. It didn’t help matters that Mike Wheeler and Steve Harrington were two of the most annoying kids he’d ever met. “Do you remember when you came to live with me?” he asked. “You were ten and you said that boys were gross?” 

Of course she remembered. Hopper had adopted Teddi eight years ago. Teddi saw it as an act of fate. She’d grown up with awful parents. They didn’t love her or care about her. Her father had some cushy job that she had never really understood. Something about working with the mayor. Hopper had been working homicide cases in the city. When Teddi’s father, Greg, had been discovered as the main culprit behind one of Hopper’s cases they’d taken him into custody. Now he was in prison for a long time with no sign of parole. There had been an investigation into her mother, Bonnie, and when the police discovered she was definitely not capable of raising Teddi it was decided she’d be put into the foster care system. 

“I think this is a sign, kid,” he had said. “We’re both looking for a fresh start. So what do you say?” Teddi had decided to take the leap of faith. In the short amount of time she had known Hopper he had shown her more kindness than anyone else she had known. Plus, she thought it was funny how grumpy he was. 

Now, Hopper looked over at his two daughters and sighed. “El, you mind giving us a second?” El didn’t need to be told twice. She knew Teddi was about to get one of his famous “Hop Talks”. She hopped up from the couch, shooting Teddi a sympathetic smile before disappearing into her room. Cindy Lauper started playing on the other side of the door. 

Hopper patted the arm of the couch, silently asking Teddi to scoot over. She moved closer, letting out a small sigh. “Dad…” 

He held up his hand. “Look, I get it, okay? You’re eighteen. You’re not a little girl anymore. You don’t need to ask dad for permission...as much as I absolutely hate it. And you and Harrington have been together long enough for me to know he’s not going anywhere any time soon,” he rolled his eyes. “But next time, can you give me a heads up? With as little amount of detail as possible. Just so I can have some peace of mind?”

“Sure, dad. I’ll leave a note next time,” she nodded. 

“See? I can be calm,” he crossed his arms firmly across his chest, grinning proudly. “No yelling. No banning Steve from the house. It’s a whole new Hop.”

Teddi snickered. “Yeah, Joyce sure has made a lot of progress.” she teased. All in all, Hopper was pretty easy to deal with. There were times when he could be the most stubborn man on the planet. And there were times when Teddi pushed his buttons as hard as she could. But they were family, and in the end they always worked things out. Even if sometimes it meant lots of yelling and telepathic tantrums on El’s end. 

Teddi was silent for a moment while she thought about her conversation she’d had in the car with Steve. “...Do you think I should marry Steve?” she asked.

Hopper choked on a chip. He sat up, coughing and sputtering. His face had gone all red and he had some tortilla chip crumbs in his mustache. “Do I think you should do what?! Why- why would you ask me that? Has he asked you?” so much for the new Hop.

“Nooo, no. He just brought it up. I don’t know...it freaked me out, I guess. And his mom says I’m her chance at grandkids-”

“That woman drives me crazy.” Hopper muttered. 

“She says hi, by the way.”

Hopper only grunted. “You know what? New rule. You and El aren’t getting married until I’m dead.” he said firmly. Teddi shot him a look and he let out a loud sigh. “I can’t believe I’m about to have this talk, because you’re only eighteen...but if Steve is the person you’re supposed to be with, the person you marry and settle down with, you’ll know it. I know you two think you’re in love now, and maybe you are, but marriage isn’t something you just do because you think it’s what’s right. Believe me,”

“The person you marry should be someone that’ll stick with you no matter what. No matter how bad things get. They’ll see the ugliest side of you and they wanna stick around. And they might drive you up the wall sometimes, but it’s all worth it in the end. That’s the kinda guy you need to marry. And if it’s not Steve then you’ll find him...but hopefully not ‘til after I’m dead.”

Teddi rolled her eyes. “Dad,” she groaned. Suddenly she felt jealous of El. She had that sort of relationship with Mike, and they were barely fourteen years old. At one point she might have thought she had that with Steve. Now she wasn’t so sure. “...Thanks. That actually really helps.” 

Hopper rested his hands behind his head, fighting a proud smile. “It’s what I’m here for.” 

“So you’re not mad? You don’t wanna ground me or something?”

Hopper chuckled. “Ground you? Do you want me to ground you?” 

Teddi smiled thinly. “I know, it sounds stupid when I say it out loud…”

“Nah. I get it. But you have plenty of time to be a dumb kid...although I’d apprectiate it if you could leave boys out of the mix.”

Teddi rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yeah, I bet. Do you mind if I take El out for a few hours before my shift?”

“As long as there’s no Mike,” he muttered. Teddi scoffed. “...Just make sure she’s home by curfew.”

Teddi gave her dad a thumbs up. “Deal. Love ya, Old Man.” she grinned over at him.

Hopper grumbled, once again trying to hide a smile. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too, Kiddo.”

---

Summer time meant the Palace Arcade would be jam packed with kids. It seemed like every game had a line of tokens left by kids holding their place to be next to play. Teddi was bouncing back and forth between the prize counter and the floor. If she wasn’t taking change for tokens or trading in tickets for prizes she was fixing broken machines, replacing empty rolls of tickets and even mopping up a chocolate milkshake that Bradley Andrews slammed down onto the carpeted floors after losing at Qbert for the fifth time that night. Teddi banned him from the arcade for a week.

Things had dulled down for a bit. A lot of the kids were starting to funnel out and to their parents who were parked outside waiting to take them home. El and her friends were still there. They were in the corner taking turns at Galaga. Teddi watched on as her little sister happily played alongside Mike. 

“Can I get some tokens?” Teddi looked over at the red head who was standing on the other side of the counter, looking up at Teddi expectantly. She dropped three bucks and some quarters onto the counter top. 

Teddi eyed her carefully, taking her change. “...You’re new.” it wasn’t a question. Teddi knew every kid in Hawkins. She had never seen this girl before.

The redhead gave Teddi a look like she had started speaking in a different language. “...Yeah.”

“Did you just move here or something?” Teddi asked.

The girl shifted impatiently. “We moved here Friday.”

“Ooo, from where?”

“California.” she huffed.

“Nice! I’ve always wanted to go there. How come you moved here? It sucks here.”

“I know it does. And you’d have to ask my step dad. He sucks even more than Hawkins.” she smiled a little when Teddi laughed. 

“Well, I’m Teddi. I’m pretty much always here,” she nodded over to where Eleven was. “That’s my sister, El. Her and her friends are around your age, I think. They’re pretty cool kids. I mean if you’re looking for people to hang around with.” she offered. 

“...Max. And I’m not really...I kinda prefer being on my own,” she explained. “But, thanks...I guess.” she took the tokens from Teddi and hurried off towards the Dig Dug machine. The bell on the door rang, and Teddi looked up to see Steve walking in. He was still in his Scoops Ahoy uniform. 

Steve leaned across the counter to kiss her, Teddi’s nose filling with the smell of waffle cone batter and butterscotch. She looked up at him with a happy but tired smile. “They’re putting you through the ringer tonight, huh?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

Teddi groaned. “You have no idea. I don’t think my night can get any worse.”

“Oh yeah? Well, what if I told you I stopped by the food court after work,” he held up a white paper bag. “And got you one of those giant sugar cookies you like from Mrs. Fields?” he grinned, waving the bag out in front of her. 

“I’d say, Steve Harrington, you are the absolute love of my life,” she sighed happily, snatching the bag from him. Teddi was sure that she had put on a good ten to fifteen pounds since the Starcourt mall had opened that summer. But it was hard to say no to a sugar cookie with sprinkles that was as big as her head. 

Teddi took a bite, her eyes shutting and her head falling back as she let out a content groan. Steve laughed. “Jeez, I don’t think I can even get those kinda noises out of you.” He teased.

Teddi felt herself blush. She playfully pushed Steve. “Shut up. I’ve had a long da-” she was cut off by the sound of a horn out in the parking lot. It was loud enough that everyone inside turned to look outside, trying to figure out who the culprit was. Whoever it was, they weren’t letting up any time soon. Teddi let out an annoyed groan. She stomped outside, her eyes landing on a dark blue Camaro that was parked directly in front of the door.

She didn’t recognize the guy that was honking. He was her age, but he hadn’t gone to Hawkins High. “Hey! Douchebag! Do you mind? Lay off the horn!” she yelled. The boy poked his head out of his window and fixed a glare in her direction.

“Bite me, Barbie. Why don’t you mind your own?” he spat. What a dick, Teddi thought with a scoff. He looked Teddi up and down before flashing what Teddi had to admit was a charming smile. It still didn’t make her want to hit him any less. “On second thought, how ‘bout you hop in and I’ll do the biting?” he smirked.

“How about I shove my foot up your ass you-” Teddi lunged forward, moving towards the Camaro. Before she could step off the curb Steve caught her by the wrist. 

“Eeeasy there, Teddi Girl. Just ignore him, huh? Hey! Come on, dude. Lay off the horn will ya?” Steve tried to reason.

“Aye, aye, Skipper!” he called back at Steve, saluting him mockingly. 

“Billy, will you cut it out?” it was Max. She was standing next to Teddi with a skateboard in her hands. “Let’s just get out of here, okay?” she walked over to the car, shooting an apologetic and bashful look back at Teddi.

“I said nine, Max. It’s almost nine twenty. Susan’s gonna throw a bitch fit at me because your ass can’t be on time.” Billy spat as Max climbed in beside him. He didn’t look back at Teddi or Steve as he peeled out of his parking spot and sped off. 

Teddi glared at the tail lights of the Camaro until they were no longer in sight. Steve let out a short laugh. “Jesus, that guy’s an asshole, huh?” 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. A complete asshole,” she let out a loud sigh. “I gotta get inside and start closing up. Thanks for the cookie.” she stood on her toes to kiss him.

“Sure, sure. Hey, how about that rain check for the movies tomorrow?”

“I’m at the pool in the morning. I’ll call you after and see?”

“Deal. I’ll see ya later, Ted.” he leaned in to kiss her again before heading back to his car. Teddi let out a long, tired sigh and went back inside. She was glad to be rid of the night from hell. Her body was practically begging to crawl into bed. 

Joyce Byers pulled up outside, honking her horn once and waving. Teddi waved back, saying her goodbyes to Will, Lucas, Mike and Dustin as they all filed out and piled into Joyce’s car for a ride home. Only El was left. “Who was that boy that was honking?” she asked, drawing imaginary designs on the glass of the prize booth. 

“I think his name’s Billy. There was a new girl, Max, in here earlier and I guess he’s her brother. He’s a total asshole.” Teddi scoffed, thinking back to their interaction. 

El watched her sister carefully, that secret smile appearing on her lips again. “Oh.” was all she said. 

Teddi turned to look at her with a suspicious expression. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know like what,” Teddi reaching into her back pocket, grabbing her keys and tossing them to Eleven. “How about you go turn on the van and stop trying to read my feelings, ET.” El only laughed, turning on her heels and hurrying out to the van. Teddi shook her head and let out a sigh. At least she wasn’t the only one that was intrigued by the new boy in town. 

[larosepompon]

Take me to the Edge - Taeyong x Reader (M) kink fic

SURPRISE! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND (and NCTzen) Morgana ( @cosmicxdust ), who I hope will appreciate (fap to lol) this Taeyong fic. I dedicate it to you. <3 

KINK/TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, knife play, edge play, choking, degradation, Taeyong’s poor scalp. 

Word count: 2096 (eeeeyyy.) enjoy some pwp guys. Please leave comments! <3

It seemed as though every time you had an encounter with Taeyong, he was sporting a different hair colour. It almost became a guessing game to see what bright or subdued colours would frame his angelic features; those that would smile devilishly from between your legs. You both had an understanding in your tristes - that's all they were. Neither of you had to divulge into a full relationship or the scary possibilities of breaking each others heart, you just could play and laugh about it afterwards, taking care of patching each other up.

You see, away from the public eye, he and you understood what each other needed.

It started after you got to know him through a friend in the same circle. You never expected someone that handsome, charismatic or downright cute to be the complete opposite in the bedroom. Boy, was it not the end to the surprises. Never did you expect to find someone just like him, who enjoyed something that would probably be considered unorthodox by most people.

You almost didn't believe him until you found yourself at his house, watching him unroll the cloth to shining metal and unearthing a big box of nitrile gloves and a fully-equipped first aid kit.

You gazed over the collection of knives and mentally took in all their different shapes and lengths. You let out a shiver of anticipation before looking up at the white-haired boy standing opposite you.

“It's quite the collection you've got there. Which one is your is your favourite?” Taeyong grinned at your question, before reaching down to slide out a larger knife with an S-shaped blade. The handle looked leather-bound and mystical.

“I love this one. It's a headache to sharpen, but it's beautiful.” His eyes flicked back to yours after inspecting the instrument. “I'd love to see what patterns I can make for you.” A somewhat shy smile remained on his features with that comment, quite odd given the situation. It's what drew you to him however.

The second time you found yourself beneath him, pastel pink tousled hair in your vision as you felt him lick a hot, wet stripe along your collarbone, cleaning off the slow trickle of blood that pooled there. Shallow incisions littered your torso, making out the words “knife slut" in crude handwriting. Your hands were fastened to the headboard, plastic ball gag in your mouth as he straddled your legs, taking pictures of your drooling and exposed form.

“Y/n, look at me, don't be shy. You look beautiful like this. Your skin has bloomed red.” Taeyong's voice was low and slightly hoarse, you two having fucked several times before he decided to become quite the photographer. Your chest was still heaving from your previous efforts, face flushed and glistening in the dim, incandescent light. Looking at him shyly, he gave your rosy nipple with a good twist ripping a moan from your throat, arching your back off the bed. “You're so good for me, aren't you slut? Love the way I make you bleed, making you completely fucked-out.” All of a sudden there was a sharp smack to your breast, his strong hand squeezing the flesh in its wake. Groaning, you try to wiggle free from his grasp to no avail. “You're making beautiful noises today, I want to capture all of this.” His phone signalled that he began to record as he had his way with you, something that you could play back and recall not only memories, but sensations.

Near Christmas, the odd boy decided to dye his hair bright green; you weren’t sure of it at first but the lewd expressions he made while being seven inches deep in you, made you swiftly change your mind.

Taeyong had your leg over his shoulder, bent toward you at a sideways angle with a gleaming knife pressed to your delicate throat. With every controlled and intense thrust he gave, the blade caught your skin, eventually nicking under the pressure. His other hand pressed over your neck’s pulse points, making you see stars when he drilled hard into you, lapping his tongue into your open cavern.  

Your expression delirious, eyes rolling back into your head when you felt the heavy weight of Taeyong hitting your cervix, passing your G-spot each time in this angle. A thin layer of coppery substance trickled down into the crevices of your neck and down onto his pillows, a scent that would last until the next wash. You felt closer now – to him – to the edge of your high, shallow gasps and moans echoing in the bedroom as you grappled the flesh of his back, raking blunt nails down his back and sides as the tight coil in your abdomen wound itself to the point of breaking.

“Oh God, Taeyong!” A cry of joy passed your swollen lips as you felt yourself come undone. His movements, his weight on top of you and the steady pressure of the blade into your skin became overwhelming as your walls contracted around his warm length. The Green-haired man growled in response, biting at your calf, seed spurting at the entrance of your cervix. The hot, pulsating feeling you tuned into was incredible. The way you felt owned and used by him made you come over with a wash of euphoria all over again. You both fell asleep eventually with him snuggled up on your chest.  There was still a slight flush on his cheeks from the exertion, his breath coming out in little warm puffs over your skin. You smiled to yourself when you thought of how his dye job matched the festive season.

Spring was just waking when Taeyong called to tell you he had an unusual surprise that he had saved up for.

“You need to come round if you’re free, y/n,” giggling down the other end of the line, you could practically hear him smiling through the phone. “honestly this will be so much fun. Bring a towel though!”

“What on Earth do you have planned, Tae? You sound so excited it’s almost worrying…” laughing into the receiver, you raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “Okay, I’ll be round yours later, let me finish my shopping first. Do you want anything?” Reaching for milk, you balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder. You could hear little noises of Taeyong thinking and rummaging around for things.

“Maybe some movie snacks? Oh! And those little teddy bear jellies or something.” You burst out laughing in the middle of the store.

“Do you mean gummy bears? Sure – I’ll get some for you, you weirdo.” Both saying your goodbyes, you grab the snacks and get ready to head over to his place with a secret smile formed on your lips.

You rock up to his apartment, ringing the bell only to hear him shout from somewhere inside his home:

“It’s open! y/n come in!”

Pushing the door with your free hand, you went to look for Taeyong in his apartment, peeking your head round into the door frames. You didn’t expect to find him standing on plastic sheeting over a bright blue paddling pool, pouring in what looked like a gallon bottle of fake blood. He grinned in your direction, watching you stand there gormless with a carrier bag full of snacks in tow.

“What? It was on sale at the party store! I thought it’d be fun~ it even boasts that it’s non-staining!” placing the bottle on the ground, he pattered toward you and cupped your face in his veiny hands. “Didn’t you mention you wanted to play like this one day? I thought it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up-“

“I am so turned on right now Tae, I’m just in shock. I can’t believe you set this up for us.” He squeezed your face slightly into a pout and pecked your lips with a smile.

“You’re welcome – come on, let’s go get naked~” He danced away from the playful smack you tried to give him, before putting away the snacks and getting undressed.

You’d seen Taeyong nude plenty of times by now, but he always amazed you with how slender and graceful he was. Taking off his sweater, you noticed how his spine was slightly visible as he stretched over; the slight muscle that defined his torso and arms. You knew that when he exerted himself his veins rose to the surface more, their movements apparent and dancing under his skin. You’d often watch how they moved when his fingers bent and thrust inside you. He ruffled his currently-Bordeaux hair before turning his head to look at you. The smouldering eye contact he gave accentuated by his sharp jaw and the new addition of some tracks shorn into his eyebrow. It might have been that or the chill in the air that made your nipples harden, but he smirked all the same.

“Do you enjoy watching me y/n?” You couldn’t help but nod slowly while looking up into his obsidian eyes. Pulling you towards him by your waist, he reached up to cup your breast with his free hand, softly brushing his thumb over the pert nipple. “It makes me wonder how you’ll be when we’re covered in all that blood…” Your breath hitches slightly as he moves to whisper by the side of your face. You can smell his faint floral scent with the closeness of which you stand. “Shall we go and find out?” Taeyong’s hand glided up your back and pinched the back of your neck gently, A small authoritative gesture that had you moving to the small pool in the middle of his living room. The first step into the liquid was cold, feeling slightly sticky from the viscosity of the liquid. Taeyong was the first to laugh as he sat down in it, nearly slipping over.

“Oh my God it’s cold. Are you sure this won’t stain? We’ll end up looking like lobsters…” you giggled as you scooped some of the blood up and let it trickle down from your hands. The redhead experimentally made a scarlet handprint on your chest and drew a heart before deciding to push you down in the pool, submerging your back completely.

“This was such a great idea – I knew it! You look great like this y/n, at least if it does stain, we’ll both be pink.” His scrunched-up face when he laughed down at you brightened your day that bit more. Quickly moving your arms, you splashed a load of the fake blood all up his torso, pulling him down into the pool with you. Before he could react, your lips honed into his, moaning softly while running a bloody hand through his hair. You could hear the sticky sloshes of the dark liquid around you, the air smelled slightly sweet and although it wasn’t the same as the real thing, the visuals were everything you needed right now.

Taeyong made you ride him, using the fake blood as a crude lubricant. Being so turned on you didn’t think it was needed, but made sure his cock was evenly coated all the same.  He leant back on his elbows, slicking back his hair to add to the colour – flecks of the orange-scarlet hue across his brow and cheekbones made him that more alluring. Bracing yourself with one hand, you lowered yourself slowly over his bloody length until he sat fully sheathed inside you.

“Holy shit you’re tight today, we should do this more often.” He half-groaned, watching your panting form lift up and down over him.

“Oh God – pleasecanwe – AH!” Knee slipping at the bottom of the shallow pool, you accidentally fell back down onto his cock with force. The boy gripped onto your hips, feeling the bruising contact also.

After a moment you started to grind on him instead, laughing it off together. You tried several different positions that afternoon, both having slipped over a few times but it adding to the fun. Dried, sticky fake blood in your hair. Taeyong came up your chest and kissed you with a burning ferocity, trying to quell the last flames from the unusual session. After towelling off a little, obligatory shots were captured in your phones before taking a hot shower, helping each other shampoo out all the mess.

…Late at night, sat in a pair of his joggers and a t-shirt, you fed each other popcorn and teddy bear jellies while watching your movie with your pink fingers. Pink feet and toes close together, giggling at your pink faces illuminated by the TV screen.

[gentlemanmendes]

My little Star

A/n: my first attempt a time dad!shawn based off of a scenario with me and my little brother the other day

Shawn had only just drifted to sleep when the soft pattering sound of small feet shuffling around the room pulled him from the sleep he was so desperate for having been working a long day in the studio and only getting home moments ago.

Lifting his head from the pillow he squinted his eyes open, the light from the hallway flooding into the room illuminating the small body standing in the door way slowly making her way towards the bed.

“What’s wrong princess?” Shawn wondered pushing himself up from the bed gesturing for his six year old daughter to come closer. She had spent the day at school and the afternoon at a friends birthday party, she should have been exhausted and fast asleep for that matter.

“Daddy, I can’t sleep.” She told him helplessly. Letting out a sigh shawn pushed himself off of the bed and scooped his little girl into his arms taking their conversation out of the room so y/n didn’t wake after her long day she deserved her rest.

Once they were in the hallway and the bedroom door was closed shawn through his daughter over his shoulder and ran to the room causing her to giggle loudly as her body bounced while she hung over her fathers broad shoulder.

When the had made it back to her room shawn gently slammed her onto the bed causing her to let out another course of giggles but there fun was far from over. Shawn hovered over his daughter as his fingers began to dance around her waist causing her to squeal in response as her father tickled her. When his hands grew tired shawn stopped and began tucking his daughter into bed.

“Daddy I’m not tired!” She huffed annoyed that her father wasn’t playing with her anymore.

“But it’s time to sleep princess.” He brushed his fingers through her hair, the same hair as her mother. It always amazing shawn that as he looked down at his little girl he saw the perfect resemblance of both him and y/n, the perfect little girl before them reminding him of how lucky he was to have found the women of his dreams in y/n.

“When your on tour and I can’t sleep mummy and I make cakes and cookie.” She admitted causing shawn to stop his actions. This little girl had him wrapped around her finger and she knew it, constantly using it to her advantage. She knew that all she had to do was hint to her dad that her mum was more fun and that would be enough to get her way.    

Frowning to himself for a brief moment as he contemplated what his little girl had just admitted to him he shot up abruptly realising that he didn’t need his wife’s permission to do things with his daughter in the middle of the night.

“Get your jumper and your shoes and meet me by the door but be really quite, we don’t want mummy to wake up.” At the mention of keeping their actions her sweet caramel eyes, that resembled her fathers so much, lit up in excitement. She nodded her head furiously her hair bouncing around her face as she shot out of her bed.

Shawn hurried down the hallway to his shared bedroom with his wife as he pulled on a hoodie, some shoes and reached for his wallet from the draw. As instructed his little girl was waiting patiently by the front door, her jacket and shoes on and teddy bear in hand. Shawn smiled at the toy in her hand, the first of many things he had bought her while away on tour but this seemed to be her favourite maybe it held sentimental value to her like it did to shawn.

Shawn grabbed his keys before opening the door letting his little girl walk through first followed by him hot on her trail. He helped her into her booster seat in the back of the car, making sure her seatbelt was safely secured before closing the door and making his was towards his seat.

As he backed out of the driveway he handed his phone to his daughter knowing that just like her mum she loved being in control of the music, the fact that his daughter had good taste in music was just a bonus.

They drove for a good half an hour, stopping at McDonald’s to get Milkshakes since it was the only place open at this hour. Parking the car on the side of the road that he was positive was deserted any time of day, especially this hour, he jumped out of the car before getting his little girl out as well. He carried her as her little head turned around to get a good look at where they were.

“Daddy where in the middle of nowhere.” She observed causing Shawn to laugh. She didn’t yet understand the meaning to this place the way that he and y/n did.

“I know princess, but trust me I know you’ll like it.” He told her as he placed her on the hood of the car before crawling up next to her. Once we was on the hood of the car he picked his daughter up again and placed her of the root before climbing onto that as well.

“Lay down.” He told her holding her hand tightly incase she slipped as he rested his back against the roof of the car looking up. She followed in suit as she held tightly onto her dads hand before snuggling into his side. Letting go of her hand, Shawn put his arm around her to bring her closer to him.

“Wow, daddy look at all the stars!” She gasped in amazement causing Shawn to smile broadly. The same reaction as he mothers when they had first come out here.

“You can’t see as many stars at night in the city because of all the lights.” Shawn explained cocking his head enough to see her expression, so bright and full of awe at something so special. Watching his daughter experience new things for the first time was like experiencing everything all over again. There seemed to be nothing stronger than a child’s curiosity and thirst for knowledge about life and the best part was they weren’t even aware of it.  

“The city lights don’t let the stars shine, but out here there are no lights.” She informed Shawn that she understood causing him to smile.

“Do you know what a constellation is?” Shawn asked causing his little girl to nod.

“Mummy taught me about them in a book we got from the library.” She explained, of course y/n did. She had always been fascinated with the stars and the night sky, she was the one that taught him some of the consolations. As if on instinct Shawn began to point out the very few constellations he knew, thanks to his incredibly knowledgable wife.

His daughter cuddled deeper into his chest as they began talking.

“When we first moved here, before we had you, your mother and I used to come out here all the time.” He told her. She asked him questions about when he and her mother had first met and she gladly responded to giving detailed descriptions of small things like what they did on their first date and how he fell in love with y/n, what it was like touring the world. Only when the questions stopped pouring out from his little girls mouth did he realise that she had fallen asleep, having been so lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t even realised that they had been gone for at least two hours. If y/n woke up she would probably be worried sick to find neither Shawn nor their daughter in bed.

Being careful as he possibly could, not wanting to wake his daughter again, he pushed himself up before scooping her into his arms and cautiously climbing down. She stirred slightly in his arms but with a few mumbles she shifted her position in his arms and continued to sleep. He made sure she was safely buckled into her seat before getting into his seat and heading home desperate to get back into bed with his sleeping wife and let sleep consume him also, as it had the two girls he cared about most.

[illuminating-dragons]

Fading Scars (13/?): The Consequences of Eavesdropping

Time: 2007

Summary:  Sometimes little ears hear things they're not meant to, and Teddy sees a part of Bear's story he's never heard of.

           When Bear told him that he and Fairy were going to have another baby, Teddy was delighted. James was good, but there were loads more games you could play with two.

           “When is the baby coming, Bear?”

           “About six months, lad,” Bear promised.

           “Can I come when the baby’s born? I want to see.”

           Bear paused. “Well…”

           “I’ll be seven!” Teddy protested.

           “Maybe I should explain how babies are born before you make that decision,” Bear said.

           About half an hour later, Teddy was quite positive he never wanted to see a baby.

           He got over that, and spent most of his visits chatting with Fairy’s belly. The baby couldn’t talk back, of course, but Teddy wanted to make sure that the baby knew his voice. Uncle Percy gave him lots of advice about babies, and Teddy listened to it all. He’d only been little when Jamie was born, and now he was determined to be the best god-brother ever.

           The day Albus was born he had been a bit cranky, and he was worried when he and Bear and Jamie sat in the hospital, but soon everything was alright, and Fairy was beaming as she held the baby. Teddy gazed at the tiny creature, and blinked in surprise when the baby grabbed his finger. “Hi Al,” he said. “I’m your…” he hesitated. “Bear, Fairy, can I just tell I’m his brother? It’s hard to explain god-brother to a baby.”

           “Of course,” Bear whispered. “I think he’ll be happy to have two big brothers.”

           Albus was very boring the first few weeks. He just sort of…was there. But it was okay, because now Teddy could see him when he was talking, and he didn’t cry as much as Jamie used to. Jamie was crying a little bit now, trying to get Bear and Fairy’s attention, and Bear made sure that when he had Albus in a sling, he had Jamie on his lap and Teddy curled into his side. Fairy did the same. Teddy thought they were brilliant.

           A couple weeks after Albus was born, it was Victoire’s birthday, and they all went to Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur’s house. Teddy proudly gave Victoire the recorder she’d asked for. He’d bought it with his own pocket money, and Victoire clapped when he gave it to her.

           Albus was in the sling with Bear, and Teddy went over to them. “Albus, look! Victoire’s got her recorder.”

           “I think he needs to sleep now Teddy,” Bear said gently.

           Teddy covered his mouth. “Sorry.” He blew the baby a quiet kiss. “I’ll ask Victoire if she can keep her recorder quiet. Grandma helped me pick out one that could do that.”

           Bear smiled. “Wonderful, Teddy.” He started to get up.

           “Where are you going?”

           “I’m just going to get some more punch.”

           “I can get it for you!” Teddy said eagerly.

           Bear’s eyes narrowed. “Because you think I might let you have more yourself?”

           “It’s really good,” Teddy tried. “Besides, you might wake Al up.”

           Bear chuckled and ruffled Teddy’s hair. “Alright, lad. Go ahead.”

           Teddy skipped to the kitchen. He got on his tiptoes to reach the table, huffing when he still couldn’t reach.

           Uncle Ron picked him up. “Getting another glass? Didn’t Ginny say no more?”

           “Bear said I could have some when I got his.”

           Uncle Ron laughed. He poured Teddy two glasses of punch, and put him down. “There you are. That’s very helpful of you, Teddy.”  

           “I like helping Bear.”

Teddy carried the glasses to Bear, and drank his own quickly. He didn’t want to get Bear in trouble with Fairy. When his glass was finished, Teddy returned to the kitchen, and was surprised to see Uncle Ron standing there with Aunt Hermione. Aunt Hermione was having a baby soon too, which made it tricky for them to stand close together, but they were trying.

           “It’s nice that Harry’s doing so well with his children,” Aunt Hermione said. “All of them.”

           Teddy wanted to agree—Bear was great—but Uncle Ron replied before Teddy could say anything.

           “Of course he’s a good parent,” Uncle Ron said. “He’s always been kind, and besides, he’s got a foolproof plan for success, doesn’t he? Just do the opposite of the Dursleys.”

           “Ron, hush!” Aunt Hermione had spotted Teddy. “What are you doing, dear?”

           “Just putting my glass back,” Teddy said. Aunt Hermione held out her hand for the glass, and Teddy gave it to her.

           “Run along and play, sweetheart,” Aunt Hermione said.

           Teddy did return to sit next to Victoire, but he was distracted until Victoire showed him that her recorder could make sounds like a lion.

           Teddy went home later that night with Grandma, and he was nearly asleep when she put him into bed. “Goodnight, darling,” she whispered.

           “Grandma?” Teddy asked. “What’s a Dursley?”

           Grandma looked at him sharply. “Who said anything about them?”

           “I don’t remember when,” Teddy said. “I just don’t know who they are.”

           “They…they’re the people who took care of your godfather,” Grandma said. “They’re a Muggle family. The mother is your godfather’s aunt, and he lived with them when he was younger. That’s all.”

           “Okay,” Teddy said, pretending he was still sleepy. He wasn’t though, not at all, and when Grandma left the room Teddy lay wide awake and did some thinking.  

           If the Dursleys had taken care of Bear, then they must be his family. But Teddy had never met them. He knew that Bear was like him, and his parents were in Heaven since he was a baby, but Bear had never talked about the Dursleys. He’d only ever talked about Hogwarts and staying with Fairy and her family. Maybe he didn’t like them because they were Muggles? But that wasn’t right, because Aunt Hermione’s parents were Muggles, and Bear thought they were lovely. Jacob and Helena had come over for tea once, and they brought Teddy a teddy. He still had it, and he clutched it now as he thought.

           Maybe the Dursleys were in Heaven too? But no, Grandma said ‘is’, not ‘was’. You said ‘was’ about dead people. So they were alive, and if they were Bear’s family, still alive, and he didn’t mind that they were Muggles…

           But what had Uncle Ron said? “He just has to do the opposite of the Dursleys.” To be a good parent. That must mean that the Dursleys weren’t good parents. But Bear couldn’t have had a bad family! That wasn’t fair!

           But things happened that weren’t fair. It wasn’t fair that his Mummy and Daddy were in Heaven, and Teddy did miss them, but he had Grandma and Bear and Fairy and all his aunts and uncles. That was pretty fair.

           Teddy started tossing and turning. The opposite…

           He started thinking about everything Bear did for him. He took him to the park, played games with him, took him on motorbike rides (but those were a secret), helped him when he was ill, sang him songs and let him sleep with him and Fairy when Teddy had a nightmare. If Uncle Ron meant the opposite of everything, did that mean Bear didn’t get any of those things? And what about normal things, like making him food and helping him with his shoes (he still couldn’t tie his shoes properly, they always got unlaced) and…and giving him a place to sleep? To feel safe?

           Hadn’t Bear had all those things when he was Teddy’s age?

           Maybe Uncle Ron was exasperating, Teddy thought hopefully. He did that a lot, Aunt Hermione said so. But Teddy heard them arguing sometimes, and Aunt Hermione only said ‘Hush’ when Uncle Ron was right but little kids were near. She’d said that when Uncle Ron said that Mummy had always worn her hair pink.

           Teddy’s hair was a soft brown right now as he thought about all that. Had Bear been lonely? Had he felt like no one listened to him? Had he been sad all by himself? Because he made sure Teddy never was, and maybe that was opposite too…

           Teddy buried his face in his pillow and whimpered.

           He didn’t sleep much, and Grandma looked worried when he came down for breakfast.

           “Teddy, what’s the matter?”

           “I…I have a question for Bear. Can I go see him?”

           “You’re going over this afternoon, can’t it wait?” Grandma reached out for him, but Teddy couldn’t stand to wait.

           “Please, Grandma? It’s important.”

           “Alright, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re okay?”

           “I’m okay.”  He was. It was Bear who might not be.

           Grandma brought him over to the fireplace. “Here you go,” she said, handing him the tin of Floo Powder. Teddy took a careful handful and threw it in. “Number 12, Grimmauld Place, please,” he said as he stepped in. He closed his eyes as he started to spin, only opened his eyes when he saw a flash of bright pink; Jamie’s toy unicorn. He jumped out of the fire.

           Fairy was sitting by the fire, nursing Albus. “Hello Teddy,” she said, surprised. “What are you doing—”

           “Where’s Bear, Fairy?”

           “He’s upstairs,” Fairy said. She looked worried. “Are you okay?”

           “I’m fine, Fairy. I just need to see Bear. It’s important.”

           “Well, go upstairs and see him.” Fairy still look worried, but Teddy didn’t look. He started to run up the stairs. In his hurry he tripped and fell, banging his knees. He grabbed the banister to stop sliding.

           “Teddy!” Bear was at the top of the stairs, and he rushed down and knelt next to Teddy. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Let me see.”

           Teddy started to cry. Bear tried to scoop him into his arms, but that made it worse. Teddy fought him. He didn’t want a hug, he didn’t want something else that Bear had never had. His sobs grew louder.

           “Daddy?” he heard dimly. It was James, also upstairs. “Daddy, why Teddy sad?”

           “Teddy, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Everything’s okay, love, I promise.”

           “No! It’s not!”

           “Harry, take Albus and let me…”

           Bear let go of Teddy and Fairy took hold of him, bringing him into her arms. Teddy curled against her, wailing. He felt Fairy pick him up and bring him downstairs, and he gripped her shoulders. “I don’t want to go back to Gran’s!”

           “Hush,” Fairy soothed. “I’m just sitting down in our rocking chair. It’s alright, darling. I’m right here.”

           Teddy sobbed against her for ages, and Fairy just kept rocking back and forth. She was warm and soft, wearing the dress he and Bear had picked out for her for Christmas. Teddy slowly calmed down, but he stayed quiet. Fairy rubbed his back and Teddy closed his eyes.

           Fairy held out a handkerchief. “Can you blow for me, sweetheart?”

           Teddy nodded and blew his nose. Fairy cleaned the handkerchief and summoned a glass. “Auguamenti,” she whispered. When the cup was full, she handed it to Teddy. “Drink it slowly, okay?”

           Teddy obeyed. The water was nice and cold, and it felt good in his throat. When he was finished, Fairy took the glass from him and cuddled him back against her, rocking again.

           “Can you tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

           Teddy buried his face in her shoulder.

           “Are you angry with Bear?”

           “No!” Teddy said quickly. “I’m not angry with him.”

           “But you are angry with someone,” Fairy guessed.

           Teddy supposed he was angry, but he wasn’t angry most. “I’m sad most,” he said.

           “You’re sad.” Fairy frowned. “Can I guess, and you tell me if I’m right or wrong?”

           Teddy nodded. That sounded okay.

           “Is it something to do with us having a new baby?”

           Teddy frowned. “No. Why would I be sad about that? I like having god-brothers.” It would be nice to have a god-sister, he reflected, but there needed to be time between babies. Uncle Percy had explained that.

           “That’s good,” Fairy said. She looked relieved. “Is it something that happened at the party yesterday?

           Teddy had forgotten that Fairy was mostly a good guesser. He nodded.

           “Did Harry do something?”

           “No.”

           “Did anyone do something?”

           “No.”

           “Okay…was it something somebody said?”

           “Yes.”

           “Was it something that Harry or I said?”

           “No.”

           “Was it Uncle Ron?”

           Teddy gaped at her. “How did you know?”

           “Because my brother’s got a history of putting his foot in his mouth,” Fairy said, her mouth twisting.

           “Uncle Ron didn’t do that,” Teddy said. He was confused. Uncle Ron couldn’t even touch his toes!

           “It’s an expression. It means that he says things sometimes that he shouldn’t say.”

           Suddenly Teddy was angry. Uncle Ron shouldn’t be getting in trouble! It wasn’t his fault. “Uncle Ron should have said it,” he said loudly. “It’s not his fault the Dursleys were bad.”

           Fairy went pale. “The Dursleys?” she asked. “Teddy, why was Uncle Ron talking about the Dursleys?”

           “Aunt Hermione said Bear was good with kids,” Teddy told her. “Which he is. Bear’s brilliant. But Uncle Ron said of course he was, because he knows that all he has to do is do the opposite of the Dursleys. And I asked Grandma, and she said that the Dursleys were the people who took care of Bear. But B-Bear takes care of me really well, and James and Baby Al, and…Fairy, were they bad to him?”

           Teddy wanted Fairy to tell him he was wrong, that Uncle Ron was exasperating, something like that, anything. Instead Fairy hugged him tight.

           “Yes, Teddy, they were.”

           And Fairy told him the story.

           “Your God-Grandmother was a witch, but her sister was a Muggle. God-Grandmother was the first witch in her family, you see. And her sister—her name is Petunia—”

           “I don’t like petunias,” Teddy said. He’d always thought they were ugly, and was relieved that Grandma didn’t grow them.

           “I don’t like them either,” Ginny said. “And Petunia…well, she was jealous that her sister got to be magic and she didn’t. And they fought a lot, and Petunia married a man named Vernon Dursley, and they have a son named Dudley who’s a little bit older than Harry.”

           “When Bear’s parents were killed, he went to live with them. He was only a baby, and they didn’t want him.”

           “Why wouldn’t they want Bear?” Teddy mumbled, playing with Fairy’s hair.

           “Because he was magic,” Fairy said. And now she was sort-of-crying. “And they weren’t very nice to him at all. But he had to stay with them because he was safe there, because they were family.”

           “They don’t sound like family. They’re not family.”

           “I think you’re right,” Fairy told him. “They didn’t treat him like family.”

           “So…” Teddy looked down. “All the things we do together, and everything he does with James and Al…that’s the opposite?”

           “Ron was exaggerating a little bit—”

           Teddy felt a surge of hope.

           “He wasn’t really talking about particulars,” Fairy continued. “But your godfather grew up in a house without much affection, without love and without anyone really looking out for him.” Fairy’s lip trembled. “We had him to stay as much as we could, but he…he had to keep going back.” She wiped her eyes.

           “I hate them,” Teddy said fiercely. “That’s not what you’re supposed to do. They were bad.”

           “It doesn’t help Bear to hate them,” Fairy told him. She started rocking again. “I know you want to, and that’s okay. I hate them too. But what’s most important is that we help Bear now, so he doesn’t keep feeling bad. Do you understand?”

           “You mean…we be a good family to him? Am I doing it right?”

           “Yes, you are,” Fairy said, kissing the top of his head. “Because you love him and you do nice things for him. But remember Teddy, you’re not his parent. He’s your Bear and he takes care of you. But you don’t have to be perfect for him to be happy. Just…just let him know you love him.”

           “I will,” Teddy promised. He snuggled against Fairy. “Are they still alive?”

           “Yes, they are. Harry’s trying to look for his cousin, but he doesn’t see his aunt and uncle.”  

           “Good. I don’t want to ever see them.”

           “I don’t think it would be a good idea if either of us saw them,” Fairy said rather grimly. Before he could ask her what she meant, she continued. “What matters is here and now, Teddy.”

           Teddy nodded. “Can I see Bear? I promise I won’t scream again.”

           Fairy smiled at him. “Of course you can. Does your knee still hurt?”

           “It’s okay.”

           “Good. I’ll come with you and take the boys so you can have a proper chat.” Fairy carried him up the stairs. Bear stood outside the nursery, his face worried. Teddy held out his arms, and Bear took him, cuddling him as close as he could.

           “Teddy, is everything okay?”

           Teddy lifted his face to Bear’s. “Everything’s going to be okay, Bear,” he promised, putting his arms around Bear’s neck. “We’re your family now, and we love you.”

           Bear’s chest heaved, and Teddy felt him kiss the top of his head. “I love you too,” he whispered. “I love you so, so much.”

           And Teddy felt sad, because Bear had never heard that when he was Teddy’s age. But he promised that no matter what, he would always tell Bear that he loved him.

           And Bear would one day become Harry and Fairy would be Ginny, except when they were alone, but that promise stayed true no matter how old Teddy got, no matter if they were cross with each other.  

           You didn’t outgrow some things.