#I’ll probably turn anon asks back on in the morning or later

[awakefor48hours]

Oh, I wasn’t evil, I just spent hours inside, stressed out about midterms, not eating a proper diet, over worked my body, and mainly interacted with people I do not like.

[munariplans]

hi there! hope ur doing well. i love ur writing and have been wondering if you could do a story about reader disappearing on the teams day off. natasha who has a crush on reader notices and spys on reader to see if she’s meeting up with someone. instead it’s just reader being a good person and helping people along the way. making natasha fall in love with her even more.

days off | natasha romanoff

synopsis: based on the request above! thank you anon for your submission :)

natasha romanoff x reader

word count: 3.3k words

a/n: requests and asks are always open

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“what are you doing?” natasha asked you shyly, her figure leaning against the frame of the kitchen entrance. she watched your hands skilfully kneading the dough on the counter over and over again, folded into a neat rectangle before being flattened and folded again in the next moment. behind you, pans were sizzling with the mouth-watering fragrance of scrambled eggs being cooked on the stove, and the oven let out a ding right as she stepped closer, telling you that it was preheated and ready. 

you let the dough rest, before putting a pre-prepared one in the oven and finally turning to her. “making breakfast,” you said, matter-of-factly, “for the team.”

“but it’s our off-day,” she replied, “and we have chefs in the compound.”

you smiled. “well, i just thought it would be nice to have something homemade, for once. my mother taught me how to cook, and i figured i’d spend the morning of the day-off in the kitchen, where i’ll be busy, and…the thoughts wouldn’t be so loud.”

natasha folded her arms over herself as you came closer. you noticed she had just come back from the gym. she probably hadn’t had anything to eat. 

carefully slicing the freshly baked bread into halves, you took a pair out of the perfect symmetry and placed them on the plate, before ladling a helping of the scrambled eggs, taking a few pieces of bacon out of the other pan, and placing a piece of hash brown right on top, before covering it with the other half of the bread. she watched you work, methodically, seamlessly. you looked like you had been doing it for years. 

then, you wrapped the sandwich quickly, and wrote her initials, N.R. with a smiley on top of the wrapper, before handing it to her. she was taken aback, and slightly red when she looked at the sandwich being offered to her. 

“i-it’s…” she stuttered, heart beating quickly when she realised she hadn’t exactly taken the sandwich, but hadn’t rejected your offer, either. 

“i want you to be my first taster. if it’s good, i’ll call the team down to have it as well. and if it’s bad…” you shrugged, half-laughing in anticipation as natasha finally took it, taking a small bite in front of you.

she took a moment to chew, face in contemplation, as if she were assessing a fine dining establishment before you. you began taking off your apron, deciding to let the chefs help you take over for the serving of the food later on, and started packing your things. 

just before you left, however, you noticed natasha fully into the entryway of the kitchen again, sandwich half-eaten.

“it’s okay,” she said nonchalantly, wiping a little bit off the ends of her lips. “it’s edible.”

you nodded, hiding a smile. “okay means good. i’ll tell the team to come down, then.”

natasha shrugged this time, as if saying if that’s what you want. when you left to shower, however, she smiled quietly to herself, and after making sure that no one was around, did a little happy dance from one of the most delicious sandwiches she had ever eaten. it was more than okay, it was the best breakfast she had ever had. she only wished she had the courage to tell you so. 

the redhead then tore the part of your handwriting of her initials off the wrapper, and kept it in her pocket for the rest of the day.

–

natasha never really knew what to do on her day-offs. it felt weird, to be sitting around doing nothing. she could do her remaining paperwork, but she knew if tony caught her, he would ban her from working on it at all for a week, leaving her even more bored and restless. 

she could sleep in, or explore new york for the day, but she wasn’t fully confident that her russian accent wouldn’t throw the average new yorker off yet. it also didn’t help that ever since her joining the avengers, there was always someone around the block who recognised who she was, who let their eyes rake over her figure for far too long, who made her feel uncomfortable when they got too close to ask for a picture. the others never seemed to mind, but she did. 

she noticed you always seemed to step in when it got too much; telling the fans that enough was enough, or simply holding her waist and slowly whisking her away from their prying eyes and grubby hands. she threw her head back onto her pillow at the thought of your hands on her waist again. natasha seriously needed to stop thinking about you, and her festering crush, whenever she had the opportunity. she needed to busy herself. 

but when you appeared in the commons right as she stepped out of her room to ask what you planned to do on your day-off, you were in your coat and scarf, prepared to head out. the rest of the team was still lazily lounging around the area, in a dazed state from the aftermath of your coma-inducing breakfast. 

“where are you going?” she asked, not wanting to pry too much, but still allowing herself to feed her own curiosity. 

she hated that you always replied with a tone that seemed like it was painfully obvious what you were doing. “out.”

“i know, but–”

“hey romanoff, are you still coming for the basketball game later? steve needs to book the seats.” tony called out to her before she could finish the sentence. he asked you too, but you reaffirmed with him that you weren’t coming. 

you shifted your scarf slightly, turning your attention back to her. “you ever been to a basketball game before? you’ll like it. the warriors are something else.”

natasha shook her head. you knew she had never been. but it didn’t mean that she wanted to go, not without you around. but she also didn’t have the courage to ask if she could tag along to wherever you were going. she knew her limits.

you didn’t seem to take the hint of her wanting to come along, despite her readily asking if you were going to meet someone, or if you were just going out alone, and if you had plans for after. you simply waved her goodbye, and told her to enjoy the game with the team. 

she sighed in irritation when you left, much to the amusement of clint behind her. “does she have a girlfriend or something? is that what she’s using her day-offs for?”

if clint wasn’t already hiding his grin, his friend’s newfound annoyance at your departure definitely made him let out a chuckle. “not that i know of.”

natasha didn’t have much to do that day, and it wasn’t like she was particularly looking forward to the game either, so she decided to spend her day-off the only way she knew how, using her spying skills and finding out what you were doing with yours.

–

in retrospect, natasha knew that you probably wouldn’t have liked being stalked, or followed around without her telling you why, or even simply her not taking the initiative to just ask, when you would have told her willingly of what you spent your breaks on.

she followed you into the university uptown, where natasha knew you guest-lectured in between longer breaks from missions. she just never expected you to come in on your days-off as well. 

you tapped your card in to the science department of the school, while natasha snuck past the security guard after causing a well-crafted distraction. when you entered the lockers to change into your lab coat, natasha waited patiently outside like a schoolgirl hiding from their crush. she supposed she wasn’t so different from one then.

it was only when you walked down the halls into a room guarded by a facial recognition scan, that natasha finally got to know that she a) wasn’t being so discreet after all, or b) you were a better agent than you let on to her. she should have known that you didn’t get promoted through the ranks so fast, so young, without reasons. 

the machine scanned your face, and as the door unlocked, you stood there for a moment, holding it wide open, before leaning your head to the side, one eye locked with hers. 

“do you want to come in and see as well, or do you plan on just waiting for me until i finish?”

if clint had seen the embarrassment on her face, along with the walk of shame she had to put on to enter the room with you, he would have certainly made her the laughing stock of the compound for the day. 

–

you drew up a chair for natasha as you went to your usual work station, a little early for your patient. in the few minutes that the two of you were alone, you hadn’t engaged her at all, simply directing her to sit and watch, while you prepared your materials and waited for your lab assistant. natasha was a little unnerved, and in awe at your professionalism, at the same time. 

you clicked your tongue in slight annoyance as your assistant came in five minutes late, reminding him, almost naggingly, that you only had one day-off per week, and it was precious time that he was wasting for the both of you. he apologised, and got to work helping you set up what looked like a robotic prosthetic leg, on your station. 

the lab was pristine; white-tiled walls and floors scrubbed clean with a very strong stench of antiseptic ensuring to even the most sceptic of minds that you knew what you were doing, and that the lab was clean; if the multiple diagrams of your inventions on the walls and the prototypes lining the shelves around her were not enough proof. you had never told her you had a lab.

a few minutes later, two knocks on the door were heard, and your assistant rushed over to open the door for a man no younger than seventy, hobbling in with great difficulty as he tried to offer help with his support, only to be rejected with a wave of his hand and an upbeat smile. he was an amputee. 

oh. this was what your days-off were for. 

“hello, mr. miller. you look cheerful today.” you got up from your seat to shake his hand. he took your support this time, leading himself to the plush armchair placed across your station. 

he laughed, rough and loud. “david, how many times have i come in here and asked you to call me?”

you smiled sheepishly. “sorry, david. let me help you with this.”

he winced as you kneeled down beside him, outstretching his prosthetic leg and inspecting it. your assistant took notes as you made observations of the various deficiencies and defects it suffered through david’s use of it for the past six months. natasha watched as your hands, the ones that would hold her at night when she cried, the ones that punched the faces of enemies trying to get to her, the very same hands that made her breakfast that morning, ran over the intricate details and bolts and nuts of the prosthetic leg she learned you made just for david, knowing what was wrong just by the feel and touch of them. she adored those hands so much. 

then, you helped him take off the prosthetic, instructing your assistant to hold his hand in encouragement as he winced at the removal. “there we go. wasn’t so bad this time, right? and the leg did hold up quite well, for six months.”

“well, you do maintenance to it every week,” david patted your back, “hard to fuck it up so bad when you fix it up every time i try to, right?”

you laughed, and natasha stopped herself from smiling. at your signal, the assistant brought forth the limb that you both had been working on to replace david’s old one for the past year, shiny and new. the man positively gleamed at the sight of it. 

“ready for a bit of a change, though, mr. miller?”

“now, that is a beauty,” he said as his eyes latched on, before they inevitably noticed natasha sat at the corner of where the limb was, and she swore he held recognition for her instantly. 

you followed his gaze, before his met yours, and the playful smirk he let out was all that you needed to know that he knew. “is that your…”

“...friend, natasha,” you replied him quickly, eyes slightly panicked and subtly, not so subtly, shaking your head to ask him to stop before he let out your little secret. 

“is she the one–”

“–yes, david. she’s the one.” 

he finally caught the hint, and chuckled to himself as he waved hi to her. she waved back, no doubt in confusion of the connection between him and her. she made a mental note to ask you about it later. 

–

when the new leg was fitted on him, david was practically almost jumping for joy at the new flexibility and strength it gave him. his laughter was infectious, as natasha quickly learned, when it caught up to her after it caught you and the assistant, as well. 

“look at the reflexes! and fluidity of this thing!” no longer was he hobbling and exerting his entire strength on the one leg, it was almost as if the leg was natural and part of him itself, as david brought you in for a hug enthusiastically. 

you hugged him back, still grinning. “amazing right, what science can do for you. soon, the future of prosthetics is going to change, and we can make so many more lives better in our community.”

“you two are amazing, simply amazing!” david exclaimed, even as he finally accepted the assistant’s help in testing out the other features of the prosthetic. 

–

natasha stayed until the end of the day for you, when david’s tests were complete and he was all but ready to leave. 

“and to what i owe you this time, again?” he asked. you knew he didn’t have much, it was the sole reason you took him on for the project; but the fact that he remained so grateful, always offering payment, even when you had repeatedly rejected him, always touched you. 

“for you to come back next week, as always. and to thank mr. parker here for all his efforts. i couldn’t have done all this without him.” 

your assistant looked like he was going to cry at the recognition and hug david gave him. “doing a good job, kid.”

you held the door open for david then, and he stole one last glance at natasha before he left. “you know, your girlfriend here really is a genius, ms. black widow. the best of her–”

“–thank you, david!” you cut in, visibly more in a panic this time, as you held his hand and ushered him out, “just a friend, a friend!”

“what?” he didn’t seem keen to leave, “i’m just helping the two of you speed things along. god knows she wouldn’t have stayed here in this boring lab all day, running tests on an old war veteran running his mouth, if she wasn’t smitten with you too!”

natasha’s cheeks instantly reddened, as you sighed in embarrassment. so maybe her feelings were reciprocated, for a while now. 

with the assistant chuckling in the background, you shut the door ushering david out, whispering frustratedly that he was leaking all of your secrets about natasha. “david! i told you and peter about her in confidence!”

“i know, but you didn’t tell me she was head over heels for you too.”

“because she’s not!” you whisper-yelled, “she came just to see what i was doing, and…and…”

and…oh. 

david’s look made sense now. it all made sense now. her shyness around you, the way she always wanted you around, always wanted to know what you were doing, the reasons for her coming all this way to accompany you on your day-off. 

you had thought she wouldn’t be interested, and would leave after seeing what your activities just were, but you hadn’t expected her to stay. and you hadn’t expected to feel her gaze on you throughout. 

“when you know, you know.” he assured, patting you on the back again as he walked off, “trust me, kid. and she’s a good one, you picked a good one.”

–

your assistant had retreated to his corner of the lab when you came back in, while natasha stretched her joints and got ready to leave too. it was dark by then, and you felt guilty for making her stay past dinner. you excused your assistant to leave quickly, before finally turning to her. 

“sorry.”

“for what?” she yawned. 

“for trapping you here with me on your day-off. i feel guilty now.”

she rolled her eyes, before jabbing you slightly. “idiot. i stayed because i wanted to stay. and you didn’t force me here, in fact, i was the one who followed you, remember?”

“yeah, you do need to make sure that the person you’re stalking isn’t a super spy like you before you do that, though.”

at the blush on her cheeks and feigned hurt on her face, you quickly decided to change the subject. “what david said earlier…ignore him. he’s old, a little senile. really doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“really?” natasha frowned, “that’s a shame.”

you nodded, biting your lip as you leaned back against the counter of your station. she continued, “i really wanted what he said to be true.”

you blinked in surprise, unable to hide the shock on your face. it was your turn to be nervous around natasha now. it was always the other way around. perhaps the knowledge of knowing your feelings were mutual beckoned you to retreat to a shy disposition you never showed anyone else. 

natasha shrugged. “damn, i really thought i had a chance with the most wonderful, kind-hearted person i know, who would spend her days off, even, to help people. who i thought was hiding to meet a secret girlfriend or something.”

a smile began to creep its way onto your face. “n-no, no secret girlfriend.”

“shame. i bet that secret girlfriend would be so in awe, falling even more for this person, when she finds out what she does for the people around her. a superhero saving the lives of many as an avenger, and a scientist changing the lives of even more as a civilian.”

“mm,” you took off your lab coat then, coming closer to her. she had a playful glint in her eyes as she put one hand on your chest, preventing you from getting too close. “tell me more praises of what this secret girlfriend would feel about me.”

“this secret girlfriend also does not appreciate when you keep such lovely secrets from her,” she felt your arms on the counter behind her now, entrapping her body with yours, “and when you try to do anything without taking her to dinner first. she’s starving, you know.”

the chuckle that left your lips made natasha only want to kiss you even more. “what do you say i make this secret girlfriend not-so-secret now, and invite her out to dinner with me? her favourite italian down the street from here, my treat.”

in response, the woman before you finally let go of the hand on your chest, and brought her hands to your collar to pull you in, leaving a searing kiss on your lips that left you lightheaded and longing for more, at the same time. 

she held your hand as the both of you walked out of the university, before declaring something she had to say before she forgot, “tell david he should expect to see me around the lab every week from now on too, then.” 

“yes ma’am.”

[nurse-floyd]

Broken Promises - Part 2

Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader

Anon request: I wanted to make a request for an angst by Charles Leclerc, where they have an argument because he has been very distant but he doesn't want to accept it and end up saying hurtful things without knowing how to fix things later.

I took this request and ran with it deciding it would be a good continuation of this fic

Warning: mentions of crash, ICU and hospital stays. Angst with a sweet ending.

The evening spent with Max had been amazing, if you were being honest you dreaded going back to your apartment to the loud noise and people and just wanted to spend it by the ocean with him. He managed to convince you…or maybe it was the birthday cake that was waiting. It was definitely the cake. 

He led you back to your apartment and you managed to sneak back in, Arthur and Lorenzo had kept your guests entertained and told them you needed a moment. Turns out the break was exactly what you needed, and of course you were still mad at your brother but it didn’t matter tonight. You smiled as Max brought out your cake and you made a wish before blowing out your candles. The pair of you cut a slice to save to enjoy later when all of your guests had gone for the night. 

The next morning you woke up to a text from Charlies and your bad mood started all over again. 

Charlie: I hope you enjoyed the night, Arthur and Lorenzo said it was good. I’m so sorry once again. 

You didn’t care for his apologies. You were done with him and his promises. 

He must have seen that you’d opened his message but didn’t reply because the next thing you knew his caller ID was lighting up your screen. 

“What?” 

“Is that any way to speak to your brother, sœurette?” 

The tone of his voice just irritated you in a way only one of your brothers could. How could he speak to you like that after how he treated you yesterday. 

“What do you want, Grand frère?” You almost spat the pet name you use for him. 

“I told you I was sorry, y/n. Did you have a good time?” 

“No, Charlie. I didn’t. I wanted you there. You promised me. Arthur and Lorenzo were there and Max. The only reason I didn’t cancel was because he convinced me.” 

Charles knew there was no point arguing with you further when you were like this and he’d been beating himself up ever since he’d sent that text; but duty called. He had to work and he couldn’t get out of it, especially with how last minute his team had called him in. 

He sighed, “will I be seeing you at the race this weekend?” 

“Yes. Unlike you, I keep my promises. I’ll be there, but not for you Charlie. I’m going for Max.” 

“Y/n wait-” 

You didn’t bother listening to what he had to say, “goodbye Charles.” You hung up, cringing at the use of his full name. You never called him Charles. 

Max walked into the kitchen where you were sitting at the breakfast bar and kissed you as he passed. “Was that Charles?” 

“Yeah, just asking if I was coming to the race this weekend.” 

“You need to for-” 

“If you say forgive him so help me Verstappen,” you warned slightly playfully but also not wanting or willing to forgive your brother just yet.  

He held his hands up in surrender, “just, don’t give him too much of a hard time, he’s probably been beating himself up over it.” 

You knew Max was right, but still he’d hurt you. Two days later as you made your way through the paddock holding onto Max’s hand you decided to forgo seeing Charles, he was probably too busy anyway. You both made your way to the Red Bull hospitality tent avoiding Ferrari and Charles at all costs. 

Luck, however, wasn’t in your favor. Charles had heard about your arrival and seen it on his socials. He’d seen you in your Red Bull jacket and baseball cap, not a hint of Ferrari red on you. Usually you’d have a piece of merch from both of the drivers in your life, wanting to support the pair of them; but you knew this would piss him off. This was a final act of defiance to show how much you were still angry with him. 

You knew you’d gone too far when you saw a red shirt moving through the crowd of blue. Charles was in your face before you had a chance to react,  “Why are you doing this?” your brother asked. You’d never seen him look so angry and hurt; maybe now he’d understand how you felt the last three years. “I’m your brother and you’re not even supporting me, how is that going to look to the fans?” 

“To the fans? Is that all you care about? Maybe now you know how it feels to have your own sibling not show up for you. Besides, I’m not here to only support you Charlie, Max is my boyfriend and I support him too. He is just as important to me.” 

His face fell, “you know what? I’m done. Do whatever you want y/n but just don’t expect me to be okay with it.” 

You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you watched him walk away. 

The few people who were around for your argument slowly went back to their business leaving you alone. Charles nearly slammed into Max as he left the tent to prepare for the race. 

“Charles?” He called but his friend ignored him. He turned back to see you nearly in tears and rushed to your side. 

“What happened?” he asked as he put his arm around you to lead you to somewhere more private, where prying ears couldn’t listen in. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just get you ready for the race, yeah?” You wiped your tears and turned your attention to him. 

You made your way to the monitors and placed the headset on your ears, standing with the rest of the Red Bull team as the formation lap began. Then it was lights out. 

Max pulled away first, closely followed by Lando, Carlos and Charles. They battled for first place as they inched round the first corner. It always made you nervous seeing your brother so close to the other drivers but thankfully they made it through unscathed. 

You could tell Charles was driving aggressively, the way he inched closer to the McLaren’s on the corners and pushed his car to the limit as he overtook them. You watched nervously, trying to focus on enjoying the race, Charles knew what he was doing. 

Suddenly, a gasp went through the room and time seemed to go in slow motion as Charles' car clipped the back of Lando's, sending it into a horrific flip. Charles’ car somersaulted through the air before it finally crashed down and skidded to a halt, only stopped by the wall. 

Your heart was in your throat as you waited for any signs of life. “What’s going on? Is he responding?” You asked as you all watched on in shock. 

“We don’t know.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You called back, you wanted nothing more than to rip the headset off and run to the Ferrari garage. You heard the red flag being called and the cars were called back to the garage, but your focus was on the screens as you watched the medical car rush to the scene. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but Max had made it back and was at your side. He walked you over to the Ferrari garage where you were met with red rimmed eyes as they tried to get any information from the track medics. Max could tell you were in shock. He kept tight hold of you, his touch a grounding presence as you waited for any news. 

One of Charles’ engineers made his way over to you and Max as he noticed you standing there. “The medics are with him now, he’s alive but he’s unconscious. They’re working on getting him out.” 

You finally let the tears you’d been holding fall. If it weren’t for Max holding you up you would have fallen to the floor right there. The race was called off, none of the drivers wanting to continue after that. 

You were in a state of panic, your breaths coming in short painful gasps. You wanted nothing more than to be with your brother. “I need to go with him. Let me go!” You cried. 

Max held you tight against his chest, his own face etched with concern for his friend. “We’ll go to the hospital. I’ll get us there, okay? He’s going to be okay. I promise.” 

“You don’t know that,” you looked up at him, tears still streaming freely down your face. Your mind was a whirlwind of guilt and worry. The last words you’d both spoken to each other ran over and over through your head. You couldn’t let this stupid argument be the last thing you both said to each other. 

When you got to the hospital, the news wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You wanted nothing more than to go into his hospital room and see him sitting up; to be able to tell him how sorry you were and how you hated fighting with him. The news wasn’t good though. Your brother was in the ICU, unconscious and his condition though stable was critical. You sat in the waiting room, your hand in Max’s as you waited for a nurse to bring you back to see your brother. 

Hours felt like days before a doctor and nurse finally approached you and Max. They updated you on his injuries and you were finally allowed to see him. Your heart broke as you saw him through the window hooked up to various tubes, machines and wires. 

You hid your face in Max’s chest as your tears fell once more, not being able to look at how broken he looked. You weren’t sure how you even had any tears left to shed. 

“I should have been there for him. I shouldn’t have said those things. He wouldn’t have been driving so recklessly -“ 

Max cut you off, “we all drive like idiots sometimes, it’s the nature of the sport. This wasn’t your fault. He knows how much you love him.”  

You nodded, knowing he was right but the guilt was still there. 

“Do you want to go in and see him? I can come with you or stay out here?” Max asked. 

You nodded and gripped your boyfriend's hand tighter as you both entered his ICU room. All you could do was sit and wait and pray. Pray for Charles to wake up, pray for a chance to make things right. 

You sat by his side, never leaving. You barely slept, your eyes fixed on your brother, willing with everything you had for him to wake up. As the days went by the news was getting better, the machine breathing for him was removed and he was showing signs of recovery, but he still hadn’t woken up. 

It was late into the third night when you felt his hand tighten around yours. You thought you had imagined it at first but your heart leapt when his fingers twitched around yours once more and his eyes began to flutter open. You jumped to your feet, tears flowing down your face once more but this time out of relief. 

“Charlie?” You called hopefully, your voice thick with emotion. 

Charles blinked against the harsh bright lights, disoriented but a small smile came across his lips as his gaze landed on yours.  

He coughed weakly, his voice raspy from disuse, “y/n?” 

“I’m here. I’m right here, Charles,” you reassured, smoothing his hair back. 

He looked at her with a small smile playing at his lips despite everything he’d just been through, “you’re wearing a Ferrari hoodie?” 

You let out a shaky laugh, tears still streaming down your face, “couldn’t exactly be representing Red Bull at a time like this.” 

He laughed, followed by a groan. 

“I’m sorry, Charlie. I am so sorry for everything. For my birthday and the fight…” 

Charles squeezed your hand weakly, “I’m sorry too. I should have been there, I promised and the fight at the race…I just wanted your support as well. I didn’t realize how much I’d hurt you.” 

“None of that matters now. I’m just glad you’re awake. I just need you to be okay.” 

Charles nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’ll be okay and I promise I will make it up to you,” he held up his pinky which you linked with yours. 

You both stayed like that for a moment, your hand clasped in his. Max stood at the doorway happy to see his friend awake and the pair of you making up. 

As the doctors finished their checks and left the room, you sat down beside Charles, holding his hand. 

“You scared the shit out of me, you know? Why were you driving like a dumbass?” 

Charles let out a small chuckle, “not my finest moment, huh?” 

“No, but you’re going to be okay and that’s all that matters. We can figure everything else out later.” 

Charles nodded, his grip on your hand growing a bit stronger. “Yeah, we will. Together.” 

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Together.” 

The road to recovery wasn’t going to be easy for him but you knew he’d be back to racing and annoying you in no time. He was going to be okay and you two would work through your issues when he was better. That’s all that mattered.

[hamiltonaf]

Hi bestie, can i request how lewis would help you when you have insomnia? Mine is really a pain in the ass this week, could use a distraction

Night Owl | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello loves ! Apologies for the delay in writing requests…I fell really ill over the week and was so out of writing :( but I’m back. Thanks anon for requesting, I hope you enjoy. Requests are still open .xx

Another night that I found it hard to sleep. It was like this for over a week because of stress and anxiety. I don’t even have anything to stress about, it’s just how my mind works when my brains thinks I have so much to do and I won’t complete everything I want to do in time.

It wasn’t that big of a deal to sleep at early hours of the morning all alone because I didn’t have Lewis with me so I’d wake up late. However, now that Lewis is around, I feel the need to sleep and wake up at a normal time so that we could do more things together as a couple since I hardly see him anyway.

Once in a while I’ll experience an adrenaline rush in the middle of the night and I’m so full of energy, I could literally eat a whole meal, probably even host my own fake concert and I still wouldn’t be tired till around 4 or 5am.

I joined Lewis and his family for the start of the summer break before Lewis was off on his boys trip. I was over the moon to see Lewis after a whole 2 weeks. Doesn’t seem that long but felt like a lifetime for me.

We spent the day with the family catching up and playing with Kaiden and Willow. We played countless rounds of Uno and spent most of our time out in the sun. Watching Lewis with kids and spending time with him had me thinking about him leaving on his boys trip soon - anxiety trigger because the thought of us being apart again soon.

I swear I’m not selfish… we video call everyday and I physically see him every weekend or every second weekend, but with our schedules clashing I can’t even spend time with him when I’m free because I’m working. Race weekends also fly by so quickly, before you know it, it’s already Sunday and I’m on a flight back home whilst he takes a flight to another race.

I just would’ve wanted to spend some more time with him during this summer break and it could make up for the lost time.

I didn’t even realise I was daydreaming until Lewis snapped his fingers in front of me. “We’re at the hotel… you’ve been so quiet for the past 15 minutes. Is everything okay ?” He asked softly. “Oh yeah. Uhm everything is fine… don’t worry” I faked a smile and exited the car. He followed behind me back to our room, it was quite evident to Lewis that I wasn’t my usual self. When we reached our room, he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me flush against his chest. “Are you sure you’re okay ? You seem off. Is something bothering you ?” He raised a brow.

“I’m fine really” I gave him a soft smile then pecked his cheek. Just as I was about to leave his grasp, he held me tighter. “Babe I can literally tell when you’re lying. You pull that fake smile on me when something is bother you” he pointed out. I immediately felt embarrassed. “What ? No” I scoffed and giggled. “And you do that as well” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay well I’m not in the mood to discuss it right now, maybe later” I trailed as I pecked his lips and walked over to the bathroom. I had a shower and to my surprise, Lewis had fallen off to sleep. I on the other hand was full of energy, but might as well try to sleep.

I got into bed and cuddled up close to him. In hopes I would fall off to sleep, unfortunately I was too restless and ended up turning from side to side. I know he’s a light sleeper and I felt bad at the thought of him waking up because of me. A whole hour of trying to sleep and I gave up. I jumped out of bed and went to our lounge to watch something to pass some time. About half and hour into the movie, I got a shock when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

The movie I was watching had me in a depresso mode where I was bawling my eyes out. “Oh my- love are you okay ?” He asked concerned. “Oh my god. Babe you scared me” I screamed as I placed a hand on my heart. “Didn’t mean to scare you, if anything, you scared me… why did you leave me alone in bed ?” He pouted as he jumped over the couch to sit right next to me. “I can’t sleep” I sighed. “No worries, I can help” he smiled. “Lew it’s not one of those nights where I randomly can’t sleep, I have insomnia. It’s much harder to sleep when you’re an insomniac” I pouted and laid my head on his shoulder. “Well what’s keeping my girl up ? You didn’t tell me earlier, I wanna hear it from you now because I’m concerned” he said as he turned to look at me.

“Okay don’t take this the wrong way. My brain overthinks the smallest of things, when normally I couldn’t care. We’ll blame it on some chemical reaction on my brain, maybe lack of serotonin I think-“ he cut me off. “Babe. You’re rambling. Calm down. Deep breaths and tell me straight up how you’re feeling” he smiled as he cupped my face. “Look, you know how much I love you and it hurts me how little we see each other. My mind for some odd reason isn’t its normal self because all my mind thinks about is how little time we actually spend together …” I said embarrassed. “Look I’m all for you going on your boys trip, but I had to be honest with what’s on my mind” I gave him a soft smile.

“Aww baby you’re so cute. You want me all to yourself ?” He smirked and raised a brow. “Low-key yes, but no” I said as I then slapped my forehead in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry that sounds so dumb” I covered my whole face with my hands. “Darling, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about” he said as he pulled my hands away from my face and caressed my cheek with his thumb. “I’m just glad you’re honest with me. Sorry babe for hurting you, why didn’t you tell me sooner ?” He cooed. “I thought it was stupid and I was just being dumb” I shrugged.

“Never. Your feelings are valid, always. Consider me all yours for the rest of the summer” he smiled as he pulled me in for a short kiss. “Wait, what ? Lew no ! You can’t not go on your boys trip” I argued. “This is not a debate love” he grinned. “But Lew, you can’t not-“ “End of discussion. Let’s go” he cut me off as he stood up and carried me in his arms towards our bedroom.

“Now I definitely won’t sleep, you’re making me feel awful as if I’m holding you back which I’m really not. My mind is just racing at the thought of how quickly time is going and how we’re barely together, this has nothing to do with your mates by the way because I think they’re all amazing. My brain is just not braining these past few days” I pouted as he laid me in bed and jumped in to cuddle me closer to him.

“Babe just don’t worry about it, that’s the least of my concerns right now” he said as he nuzzled his face into my neck. “Lew !” I groaned. “You need to sleep and I’m doing my best to help put an end to your insomnia” he smiled into my neck as he snaked an arm around my waist. He placed soft kisses along my shoulders before turning me around in his grasp. “I really love you” he smiled. “I really love you too Lew Lew” I felt my cheeks flush as he pulled my face closer and connected our lips.

I felt so at ease in his embrace knowing he’s right with me after quite a while of being apart. I guess all I needed was a goodnight kiss.

[lipglossanon]

Spit In My Face My Love (It Won’t Phase Me)

{previous installment}

Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

written for @gumiegumie, 🪷 anon, and another anon who requested a follow up where reader’s mom notices hickeys/bite marks and asks her about it and combining it with the other asks where reader dresses up and Leon stops her from going out as well as getting jealous over a guy and fucking reader while the guy’s downstairs 👌 and then added some feelings on top. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, OC for plot purposes, jealous Leon, mean Leon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, kissing, multiple creampies, dirty talk, little bit of blood, biting, marking, possessive Leon, feelings are happening!! 🫣

not proofread ✌️

title from Spit in My Face by ThxSoMch 💜

dividers from @firefly-graphics

Pulling into the garage, you and Leon are able to sneak into the house without seeing either of your parents. After getting cleaned up, Leon heads downstairs to let his dad know you both made it home safe while you hang out in his room.  

You crawl into his bed, burrowing yourself under his sheets. Tucking your face into his pillow, you sigh at how good Leon smells. It makes you giddy like that time you had a major crush, bordering on lov—

You flail until you’re sitting upright, heart pounding in your chest eyes darting to the door. You’re falling for Leon? Oh no no no. Just how? You can’t—

The door to his room opens as Leon steps inside. 

“We’re good,” he rubs the back of his head as he shuts the door, “said it was smarter to pull over than get in a wreck.”

“Uh huh,” your throat feels tight, anxiousness making you nervous. 

“Well I should probably head back to my room and—“

“Stay,” he interrupts, joining you on the bed, “not like they’re gonna notice.”

You squeak when he slips under the covers and pulls you to his chest, tucking you both under the sheets. Heart pounding in your throat, you feel embarrassed with yourself for having a.. a crush on Leon. 

It’s totally fine, it’ll go away just like all the others. 

Everything’s totally fine.

The next morning, as you and Leon grab breakfast in the kitchen, your mom walks in, pauses, and does a double take. 

You frown at her staring, “What?”

“Where did you get that?” she puts her hands on her hips, nodding to your neck. 

You slap a hand on the bruised bite mark left by Leon from yesterday. You chance a glance at him only to see his big dumb grin over your mom’s shoulder. 

‘Oops’ he mouths at you. 

“Young lady, don’t make me ask you again,” your mom pulls your gaze back to her angry one.  

“I-it’s from my boyfriend,” you lie through your teeth while Leon stifles a laugh but completely fails, making you want to sink into the floor.  

“Oh really?” your mom narrows her eyes at you.

“Yep, was actually going to the mall later to meet up with him,” you nod your head, “Leon said he was gonna take me.”

He clears his throat when your mom switches her attention to him. 

“Have you met this boyfriend?”

“No,” he crosses his arm, drawing your eyes to his thick biceps, hating him just a little bit, “but I planned to today.”

Your mom sighs in relief, “Good, you can tell him that we’d like to meet him; invite him to dinner tomorrow night!”

“Mom!”

Leon smirks, “That’s a great idea! I’ll definitely make sure to invite’em and won’t take no for an answer.”

Your mom claps her hands happily, “Perfect! Oh, I can’t wait to meet him,” she turns back to you, “you shouldn’t feel like you have to keep your dating life a secret, sweetie.“

A tight smile crosses your face, “Thanks, mom.”

You glare at Leon as your mom pulls you into a quick hug and he flips you off. 

“Should we get going, sis? Don’t want you to be late for your meet up,” Leon tries to fight down his grin and fails. 

“Sure, big bro,” you roll your eyes at him, “let me grab my wallet and we can go.”

As soon as you meet up with Leon in the car outside, you sock him in the arm. 

“What’s that for?!” he scowls at you, rubbing the muscle. 

“That’s for being a complete ass,” you sneer, “don’t wanna be late for your meet up,” you mimic in a high pitched snippy tone. 

Leon laughs at you as he pulls the car out of the driveway and heads out to the mall. 

“What did you want me to say? ‘Oh don’t worry, I’m the one railing your cute little daughter and got a bit too wild last night’,” he rolls his eyes while you shiver at his words, “don’t think that one’s gonna fly, princess.”

“God, you suck so much,” you gripe, slumping back into the seat with crossed arms, glaring out the window. 

“And you like it,” he smirks at you then turns back to the road, “now what’re we going to do at the mall? Just walk around til it’s been long enough for a date?”

You shrug, “I guess so.”

“Save the charm for your boyfriend there princess,” Leon chuckles to himself. 

You can’t believe you like this guy. He’s such a jerk to you. Shooting a look over at him, you narrow your eyes as an idea occurs to you. You’ll find a guy in the mall, any guy will work, and get him to go as your date for the dinner your mom’s planning. 

Leon’s definitely not going to like this, but let’em get a taste of his own medicine. 

You smile at him, “You’re right, I should save it.”

Settling into the quiet, you try to form some semblance of a plan. You’ll need to get Leon to go off and leave you alone so you can find someone. Shouldn’t be too hard honestly, you can just say you’re going to the restroom. You drum your fingers on your lap and just watch the scenery go by the window. 

Parking and getting inside is easy; separating from Leon is more difficult than you expected. He follows you everywhere; even waiting for you outside the restroom. 

Finally making it to the food court, you’re able to split up as you both want something different to eat. It really does work out for you as you bump into an old classmate and strike up a conversation. You flirt a little and as soon as he starts flirting back, you feel sweet satisfaction deep in your chest. This is perfect. 

Your classmate follows you back to the table Leon’s already seated at, sitting next to you and across from him. 

“Oh, Leon, this is an old friend, Brad,” you gesture across the table, smiling wide at Leon’s flat expression, “Brad this is my step brother, Leon.”

“Nice to meet you!” Brad holds his hand out but Leon ignores it. 

“It is, isn’t it?” Leon smiles back, but it’s laced with disdain making butterflies flutter in your chest. 

“I was just inviting Brad over tonight actually; we’re going out to see a movie and since mom would love to meet him it makes sense for him to swing by and pick me up,” your smile widens even further at Leon’s hateful glare aimed at the guy. 

“Should be fun,” Brad chimes in, nervously gazing from Leon over to you, “does 6 sound good?”

“It’s perfect,” you laugh, “I’m really excited to—“

“Actually, we have to head back now, I forgot we needed to run an errand for my dad,” Leon cuts in, standing up and pulling you up by your arm, “we’ll catch you later, Brett.”

“Uh, i-it’s Brad,“ he stutters out. 

Leon smirks, “Sure, we’ll see you later.”

You frown at Leon but make sure to smile and wave at Brad, “See you at 6!”

As soon as you’re far enough away, you jerk your arm back, “What’s the problem? And what errand?”

“No errand,” Leon shrugged, shoulders stiff, “was just tired of that guy eye fucking you in front of me.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Well, you said I should find a boyfriend and so I did.”

He doesn’t say anything but you can see his jaw clench. He gives you the silent treatment from there all the way back to the house. Once home, he slips off to his room as you let your mom know about your date coming over. 

“I was hoping to see him tomorrow, but tonight isn’t too shabby,” she laughs and pats your arm, “you better go get ready, it’s only a couple of hours til he gets here.”

You head upstairs and bypass Leon’s room. Pausing, you frown at the door. It’s not fair for him to get so upset; it’s his fault anyway you think as you run your hand over the makeup covered bruise he left on your neck. 

Whatever. 

You feel a pang of disappointment and something a little like heartbreak, but squish it down and continue on to your room to get ready. 

Leon can just get over himself. 

A couple of hours later, just as you’re finishing up, there’s a knock on your door. 

“Come in!”

You stay seated at your vanity as you finish the last bit of your makeup and clasp a pretty necklace around your neck. 

“Bart’s downstairs,” Leon’s dull voice calls out, “seems he came early to make a good impression. He’s sucking up to your mom right now.”

You sigh and stand up, “Alright, I’m headed down—“

“No.”

You meet Leon’s baleful glare with surprise. 

“What?”

“You’re not going out looking like that,” he spits out, coming all the way into your room and closing the door. 

“What’re you talking about? It’s just a cute dress,” you roll your eyes, “it’s nothing obscene. You’re just being a jerk.”

Leon strides over to you making you step back until you bump your vanity. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears so loudly you’re surprised he can’t hear it. He grabs your waist and hoists you on top of the wooden surface, shoving your dress hem up until he can see your panties. Cute pale lace with a little rose bow on top. 

His fingers wrap around your thighs, thumbs pressing hard into the bruises he left last time making you choke out a whine. Slick drips from your cunt into your panties. Goosebumps race across your body as your thighs part for his bulky frame. 

“You’re not going out looking like this,” he hisses down at you, eyes narrowed, “I own this slutty little cunt and you’re not showing any of this to anyone else, got it?”

You open your mouth to argue, but Leon shoves his tongue inside, sloppily licking against your own. Moaning, you feel his broad hands grope you through your dress, fingers roughly pinching your nipples until you’re crying out. 

He kisses you so messily that spit drips down your chin; your hands dig into his shoulders as you suck on his thick tongue, whining when he fucks it in and out of your mouth. 

He pulls away, hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back.

“Think you need to be shown who you belong to,” he growls.

He flips your around, bending you over the vanity forcing you face to face with your mirror. Slick floods the gusset of your panties, hole clenching around nothing. 

“You’re gonna watch as I fuck this cute pussy til you understand that you’re mine,” he slaps your ass making you whimper, “thought we already had this lesson in the car.”

In a flash it seems, Leon has already ripped your clothes off. He unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out, staying fully clothed, as he ruts his thick cock against your silky wet pussy. 

“You’re soaked,” he grins at you in the mirror, “this pussy knows who owns her, huh princess? She’s fucking crying to get dicked down.”

You whine as his tip pushes through your pussy lips and bumps your clit, the fat head of his cock leaking precum all over your sensitive bud. 

“Leon,” you whine, grinding back on him, “please, want it, big brother.”

His dark eyes narrow at you and he slaps your ass hard making you squeal. 

“You’ll take what I give you,” he growls out, rubbing his cock all over your cunt and only ghosting the tip across your soaked hole, “you need to learn some manners.”

“Sorry, big brother,” you whimper, watching as his big hands cup your breasts, massaging the soft skin. 

“You will be,” he smirks, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, “gonna wreck your cute pussy all night.”

You moan, bucking back against him as he tweaks and tugs on your nipples. His cock glides against your wet cunt, head catching on your clenching hole making you both groan. 

“Should I?” he teases, “should I push inside my sister’s needy little pussy?”

“Yes, yes, please, big brother,” you pant, “please, I want it.”

He slaps your ass again then reaches down to guide his dick into your cunt, sinking easily into your slick fluttering walls until he’s bottoming out and making you choke out a whine. 

“Got this little pussy molded to fit my cock,” he hisses, eyes glued to where you’re joined, “still so fucking tight, baby sis.”

You whimper shakily, “Ungh, you’re so big, Leon.”

He laughs, “Nah, you just have a little hole.”

Clenching down on him makes you moan, “Uh uh, your cock is too big. It hurts.”

He groans and grinds himself deeper, tip kissing your cervix making you wail. 

“Shut the fuck up,” his palm covers your mouth, “trying to get caught? Want everyone to open that door to see me fucking your needy cunt, princess?”

Your eyes roll back as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock, feeling strung out as he grinds against your cervix making you squeal and drool, pussy squeezing him tightly. 

“Think you like how it hurts,” he coos in your ear, “like how deep big brother can reach inside your cute cunt, god you’re gripping me so fucking tight. Don’t worry, baby, ‘m not pulling out anytime soon.”

Your body shudders, pussy walls pulsing around his dick as he rocks against you, letting your pussy squeeze down on him. Feeling like jello, your brain can’t think of anything except how good it feels. He drops his hand from your mouth to grab onto your hip. 

“Big brother,” you gasp, eyes fighting to stay on his face in the mirror, “want you to fuck me.”

He grunts, pulling out to fuck back in just as deep. You moan, bouncing back against him. Leon’s hands grip your hips tightly, pounding his cock into your messy cunt harder and harder, the sound of skin slapping together sounding loud in your room. 

“Feel me rearranging your guts, princess?” his harsh voice whispers in your ear, hands fisted in your hair to hold your tear stained face up to the mirror. 

You distantly realize your makeup’s totally ruined, smeared across your face, eyes hooded as you watch Leon bully his cock into your soaked cunt. He continues to rub against your g-spot with unerring accuracy, slick sliding down his cock to drip off his balls. 

“S’too deep, big brother,” you whine, drool slipping from your lips to land on your vanity, fingers digging into its wooden surface. 

“Oh, I don’t think I’m deep enough,” he laughs meanly, “think I can fuck the tip straight into your womb, sweetheart?”

Your pussy clamps down like a vice around his throbbing length, spine arching and eyes rolling back as you cum around his cock. 

He laughs even harder, “What a little freak my baby sis is, fucking gagging for it, what a slut.”

Gasping and panting, you push back against him as he thrusts harder into your soaked hole, “‘m your slut, big brother.”

Leon makes a low groaning noise in his throat, “Yeah, ya are—my little cumslut. Gonna fill you up so good, let it drip out of that needy fucking pussy while he takes you to the fucking movies.”

“No,” you cry out. 

Pushing up enough to move your hands behind you both, you clasp onto the back of Leon’s neck, body arching beautifully for him, letting him fuck his thick cock into your sensitive pussy even deeper. 

“Don’t wanna go, just want you,” tears gather in your eyes, head tilting back to look up at Leon’s chiseled features, “please, big brother—Leon.”

He snarls down at you, one hand wrapping around your neck and his other sliding down to rub at your overstimulated cunt, fingertips teasing across your clit. 

“Fine, gonna keep you here, tell your little boy toy to fuck off then come up here and rail you so hard you’ll feel my cock in your throat,” he rumbles darkly, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he squeezes your throat. 

“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears streaking your face as your nails scratch at his skin. 

Leon’s fingers rub your pudgy sensitive clit until you’re clawing his neck and scalp, babbling and shaking as you cream all over his cock, orgasm making your brain complete mush. 

“Good fucking girl,” he hisses, head dipping down so his teeth sink into your shoulder as he buries his dick inside your fluttering hole, spilling hot sticky cum inside your pussy, “mmm, milk me, take that load deep into that hot pretty princess cunt.”

You whimper and mewl, legs shaking as Leon’s cum drips down your thighs from your still stuffed hole. He grunts as he slips his spent cock from your pussy. 

“Here,” he eases you backwards until he can set you down on the bed, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He drops kisses to the top of your head, the apples of your cheeks, then your parted lips. A surge of deep want floods your body. Feeling needy, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him into a filthy tongue filled kiss. 

He groans, kneeling on the bed before letting you drag him down on top of you. You want him so much tears prick your eyes, mouth sloppily kissing him. He moans, rutting his half hard cock against your cream covered pussy. 

“Princess,” he mutters against your lips. 

You ignore him and rock against his stiffening dick, legs wrapping around his waist. 

“Again,” you whisper against his lips, “please, Leon.”

A low pained sound slips from his mouth, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to ya.”

Reaching between your bodies, he presses the tip of his cock inside your pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so sticky inside, baby,” he bottoms out quickly, stealing your breath. 

“Want it, please,” you whine, nails scratching against his back, “want big brother to fill me up again.”

He groans, pulling out and fucking back into your sloppy sounding pussy, “Mm don’t worry, I will, princess. God, what’s gotten into you?”

That needy want fills your sex addled mind; you want more than just sex with Leon but can’t articulate anything in your cockdrunk haze. 

“Want you,” you whimper, hands tugging him down into a kiss, “wanna feel full.”

“Can’t stay too long, they expect you downstairs,” he murmurs against your mouth. 

“Don’t care,” you sigh as Leon ruts his dick just right and rubs along the spongy spot inside your cunt, “just want you.”

“Fuck,” he growls, hips snapping into you harder, “yeah? Just need big brother pounding your cute pussy?”

“Yes, yes,” you moan, “just need my pussy stuffed with big brother’s cock.”

“Fucking hell,” his hips hump into your clenching hole harder, fucking your cunt rougher than before, “pussy gripping me so fucking good.”

He licks into your panting mouth as he picks up the pace, rabbiting his cock into your squelching cunt so hard the bed rattles. His pelvis presses down on your swollen clit on every thrust and paired with his dick nailing your g-spot repeatedly, your back arches off the bed—orgasm hitting you so hard you see fireworks behind your closed eyelids. 

“There you go,” he soothes, “milk me, sweetheart, milk big brother’s cock so he can breed your pussy.”

Your nails score down his back making him hiss and ram his dick harder into your cunt, tip knocking against your cervix til he’s spilling inside you again. He grunts as rope after rope of hot cum floods your pussy. Laying there until he catches his breath, Leon raises up to pull out of your spasming heat. 

When you whine up at him, he pets your head. 

“Relax for me, princess. I’m gonna grab you some water,” he kisses you gently one last time. 

You hum, smiling dopily up at him, “‘Kay.”

You watch with tired eyes as he moves off the bed and walks over to the door. 

Leon gives you a crooked smile as he slips out of your room, closing the door behind him. He dips into the bathroom to give himself a once over, wiping your makeup off of his face with a smirk. He makes his way downstairs, practically skipping. 

He swings into the living room, making sure to look suitably concerned as he makes his way to your mom and Brent? Brett? Whatever. 

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but sadly you guys are gonna have to take a rain check,” Leon looks down, closing his hand into a fist once he sees your lipgloss smeared along his palm, “she’s not feeling well, got a bad migraine.”

Your mom frowns, “Oh poor thing, I’ll go up in a moment and check on her.”

Leon shoots her a disarming smile , “Don’t worry, I’m grabbing her a water and some meds. You can show our guest out,” Leon shoots a simpering smile over to Bentley(?). 

She smiles over at Leon and then stands up to walk the other guy to the door, “Thanks, Leon.”

He gives her a two fingered salute and walks off toward the kitchen, subtly watching as he guides that idiot to the front door. Leon’s in and out of the kitchen, grabbing a couple of waters, and quickly making his way upstairs. He stops by his room and grabs one of his old phys ed shirts, eager to see you wearing it, and slips back into your room. 

You’ve already undressed, sleepily lounging on the bed in a nightshirt, coming to when you hear the door click shut. 

“Baby,” he murmurs, moving over to you and cupping your face, “let’s get a shower and head to bed.”

“Sounds good,” you slur, turning your face to kiss his thumb.

His heart clenches tightly, sticky warmth filling his chest and making his ears burn. 

“So sweet,” he mutters under his breath, helping you up. 

“Just wanted you to be nice,” you mumble, leaning into his side, “didn’t care about Brad.”

Leon winces, glad you’re sleepily nuzzling into him as he guides you quietly out into the hall to the nearby bathroom. 

“I know,” he rumbles, dropping a kiss to to your head, “you deserve someone sweeter.”

He sits you down on the closed toilet lid once you both enter the bathroom, turning and locking the door. 

You’re pouting at him and he can’t help but grin at you. 

“You can be sweet,” you murmur, eyelashes kissing your cheeks when you look away to the wall, picking at your nails. 

He wants to pull his hair at the flood of butterflies swarming in his stomach, threatening to choke him. Is this a crush? It’s way more intense than that it seems. He’s never felt like this before. 

“You drive me crazy,” he finally sighs, kneeling in front of you, helping you slip your shirt off, “I don’t know what to do.”

Your fingers brush away the fringe from his face, letting him meet your eyes unhindered, “Just…”

He watches as you bite your bottom lip, holding back what you want to say. 

“Just be mindful,” you say, a weak smile crossing your face. 

He knows that’s not what you wanted to say but he’s too chickenshit to ask you for more. 

“Ready for that shower, princess?” 

He tilts your wrist up to kiss your pulse point, eyes never leaving yours so he sees when your breath hitches. 

“Please, Leon,” you whisper. 

His eyes search yours for a second before standing up to step over to the full bath, flicking on the water. He feels like he’s out of his depth but not even sure how to cross that line with you. He glances back to see you brushing against the bruising on your thighs and hips, darker than before. Heated possession settles deep in his gut, pleased at the marks he left, wanting to leave more. 

He pulls his attention back to the water thinking to himself that he’s fucked, already half in love with you with not a goddamn clue on where you stand in this backwards ass relationship. 

You’re quiet in the shower, lost in thought it seems to Leon so he doesn’t push it, helps you wash off before cleaning himself then shutting off the water. You step out in your towel, leaving him alone in the bathroom with his swirling thoughts. As he dries his hair with the towel, he stares at the closed door. His stomach rolls with the thought you would’ve went out with that dickhead just to spite him, but to be fair, he drove you to it. 

Frustrated, he wraps the towel around his waist and leaves the bathroom, heading into his room prepared to wallow and listen to music as he parcels through his messy feelings; however, opening the door draws him up short. 

His eyes drift from your bare legs up to his shirt that’s so long it hits the top of your thighs, gaze finally moving all the way up to see you completely asleep on his bed. It feels like a sucker punch to his solar plexus. He quietly closes his door and leans against it. He feels sick. Fuck. 

It’s not fair. You’re too fucking good and he wants more than what you’re willing to give. He wants to take you out, wants to spoil you, wants to love—

He shakes his head hard. No. He can’t go there. He’ll get over it. It’s just infatuation. It’s honestly nothing. 

He ignores the crisis waiting to happen and slides in a pair of briefs before slipping into bed behind you. You murmur, turning in your sleep to bury your face into his chest. He clenches his eyes shut, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer. He falls asleep nuzzling into your hair, listening to your even breathing as he relaxes against you. 

You wake up with a start. 

Disoriented, your eyes rapidly look around, a sigh escaping you once you realize you fell asleep in Leon’s room. You roll over, coming face to face with his sleeping face. Your eyes squint as you read the time on your watch. It’s before seven am, so he’s not waking up for awhile. 

You smile to yourself, taking in his slack mouth and dark eyelashes, eyes tracing the little freckles down to the vampire bite he has on his neck. You want to run your hands over that pair of freckles but refrain from waking him up. He looks so sweet like this. That feeling of want ramps up again making your toes curl. You wish he was just a boy you had met at school or the mall or something. 

It would make this whirlwind of feelings less messy; your heart thumps painfully in your chest making your breath stutter. If he was just some guy you had met, you could be months into a relationship now. You let yourself daydream what that would be like. Would he be sweeter to you? He’d take you out on dates, but would he be mean like he is now or…

You bite your lip. Would he just be mean during sex? Your cunt throbs but you ignore it. You’re pretty sure he would be, he just can’t help himself. Luckily for you both, you likeit. However… 

You deflate a little. You wish he were sweeter to you sometimes. Like at the company picnic. Not that you don’t like him as he is, just—

Tears prick your eyes and you blink rapidly, willing them away. 

You just want him to like you like you like him. 

“Y’kay?” he mumbles, eyes blinking sleepily, thumb clumsily rubbing your cheek. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a watery smile, lie slipping off your tongue, “just a bad dream.”

“C’mere,” he slurs, tugging you into his body, tucking your face into his neck, “shoulda woke me up.”

His warm palms stroke down your back, a slow back and forth that almost makes you want to cry. You wrap your hand around him and squeeze, nuzzling deeper into his neck. 

“Hey, s’okay,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, “I got you, baby.”

You sniffle, tears slipping from your eyes, heart aching at his words. 

“Yeah?” your voice comes out small. 

“A’course,” he pets you, hands softly stroking your head and down your back, “always got you.”

Letting yourself have this moment, you squeeze him tighter to you. 

Who knew being in love sucked so much?

You stay in Leon’s arms for most of the morning, mainly cause he falls back to sleep holding you and you just don’t have the heart to wake him up by pulling away. 

Once he rolls over in his sleep, you take the opportunity to slip from his room and go back into yours. You get dressed and walk downstairs, heading to where you can hear your mom cooking in the kitchen. 

“Oh honey,” she walks up to you, putting the palm of her hand on your forehead, “you feeling better? Leon told us you had a nasty headache.”

You want to laugh hysterically. God, you’re all over the place this morning. 

“Uh yeah,” you give her a small smile, “think I just was a little dehydrated.”

She clicks her tongue and turns back to the stove, “You know to drink more water. Maybe take a break from the sodas and coffee today.”

Nodding although she can’t see it, you push yourself up to sit on the counter, “I’m going to.”

“Good,” she turns with a little grin, “that Brad sure is cute.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to see him anymore.”

She frowns, “But why, he’s such a nice young man.”

You kick your feet against the cabinet as you look over at the window, “I dunno, just don’t feel that spark, y’know?”

She smiles, eyes softening in understanding, “I know,” she turns back to the pan on the cooktop, “well just make sure to let him down easy.”

You hum your agreement and let the conversation drift into a comfortable silence. 

“Oh!” 

You turn to your mom wiping her hands on her apron, “We’re going on a trip!”

“Everyone?” 

“No,” she laughs, “we’re gonna leave Leon in charge but we’ll be gone for the week starting tomorrow!”

She sighs happily, “I’ve always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon.”

You giggle, “That’s like a family vacation.”

She swats at you with her own giggle, “Yeah well it’s also for couples.”

“What’s for couples?”

You both turn to see Leon rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he walks into the kitchen. Hands digging into the edge of the counter, you nod your head to your mom. 

“The Grand Canyon.”

Leon barks out a laugh then covers his mouth as your mom swats him the dish towel. 

“It is very romantic, thank you,” she sniffs haughtily but it falls flat when she laughs afterward. 

She takes on a serious face, “But that means you’ll be in charge while we’re gone, so no wild parties mister.”

His eyes dart to you with a gleam and your thighs press together, “Oh no, wouldn’t dream of it.”

She purses her lips, “I mean it, Leon. We’ll be checking the security cameras to make sure.”

Leon laughs at that, attention going back to your mom letting you breathe easily, “Yes, ma’am.”

She shakes her head with a good natured sigh, “Kids.”

A timer goes off on her phone and she shuts the stove eye off.

“I’ve got to finish packing,” she says to you, slipping her apron off and hanging it on a hook connected to the back of the pantry door, “once this is cool, will you put it in a dish and stick in the fridge?”

“Sure, mom,” you smile at her, watching as she leaves the kitchen. 

Leon waits a beat, eyes tracking your mom before making his way over to you. He smirks, long fingers pushing your legs open to slot himself between your thighs. 

“How’re you this morning?” he kisses your neck making you gasp. 

“I-I’m okay,” your voice shakes as his lips drag along your neck, nipping and kissing the bruised skin. 

“Mmm,” he hums, tongue dipping out to taste your throat, “no more bad dreams?”

“N-no,” your hands grip his shoulders, wanting to push him away but liking the attention. 

“Princess,” he rumbles, raising his head up to look down at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

He presses his lips to yours, kissing you like he’s never tasted anything this good in his life. You whine and he gets rougher, biting your bottom lip and licking across it before slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hands drop to your thighs, yanking your body to the edge of the counter. 

You pull away with a pant, “Leon, we’re not alone.”

“I know,” he rolls his eyes, fingers digging into the bruises making your cunt leak slick. 

He kisses you wetly one last time and moves completely away from you. He opens his mouth to say something when his dad breezes into the kitchen. 

“Honey, I— oh hey you two,” he smiles, “I got off work early so we can leave out tonight.”

“Congrats, pops,” Leon gives him a crooked smile and your heart flips at the soft look. 

His dad rolls his eyes making you think that’s definitely where Leon picked it up from. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just ready to have the house to yourself.”

“Did you already know?”

Leon turns to you brow furrowed, “Pops told me the other day.”

“Ah,” you shrug, “mom just told me today.”

Your stepdad laughs, “She’s so excited that it must’ve slipped her mind. I’m gonna go tell her the good news. See you both later!”

You slip off the counter, following after him when Leon grabs your forearm stopping you. 

“What?” you squint your eyes at him. 

“You seem off—weird.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “Gee, thanks for the compliment.”

Wrenching your arm away, you rush off, locking yourself in your room to try and sort out your chaotic emotions. Hours later, there’s a knock at your door. 

Opening it to your mom and stepdad, they both hug you and bid goodbye, promising to call, reminding you that service isn’t great so to be careful and take care of each other. You smile and wave them off, closing your door once they disappear down the stairs. 

Luckily unluckily, Leon leaves you be for the rest of the day. You hear him pause outside your door a couple of times but he doesn’t stay longer than a handful of seconds before walking on to his room. You feel like throwing up, your nerves are so all over the place.

It’s a couple of days later and the house is quiet. You’ve avoided or given Leon the cold shoulder anytime you’ve run into him. Surprisingly, it’s worked even if his stare makes chills run down your spine. Tiptoeing out of your room, you’ve slipped down into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before scurrying back up to your room. 

After agonizing all night again, you’ve determined that you’re just going to have to stop being with Leon. It hurts to even think it, but if it’s all one sided, it’s better to quit now before you get even more involved. 

Finally leaving your room, you walk over to Leon’s but chicken out last minute and veer downstairs. You’ll just chill in the living room and once Leon comes down, you can talk to him in a neutral territory. Flipping on the TV and finding reruns of a sitcom you like, you settle down and let it take your mind off things. 

You’re cringing and giggling at Michael hitting Meredith with his car when the doorbell rings. You glance upstairs but don’t see any movement so when the doorbell goes off again, you sigh and climb up off the couch. Glancing through the peephole, you frown to see Brad on the other side. 

“Who is it?” A hot gust of air whispers in your ear. 

You squeak rubbing the shell of your ear as you pull back to glare at Leon. 

“Brad,” you deadpan.

Leon’s jaw clenches, “Who said you could invite him over, princess? I’m in charge and starting now he’s banned from ever stepping foot here again.”

You scoff, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t even have a way to contact him. I guess he’s stopping by to check in.”

“Tell him to leave or I will, and it won’t be nice,” Leon’s voice darkens, pressing you against the door, “I’ll make it to where he’ll wish he never met you.”

As much as that makes your heartbeat fast and cunt ache, you bare your teeth at him, “I’ll talk to whoever the fuck I want to. You might think you own me, but you don’t own shit, Leon.”

You shove him away and open the door, smiling too brightly at Brad.

“Hi!”

Brad smiles back, “Hi, uh, how’re you feeling?”

“Better,” you shoot a glare at Leon, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door, “sorry I had to cancel our plans.”

Brad laughs, “Don’t apologize, kinda last minute plans at that, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you grin at him, “what’re you—“

The door pulls open and Leon steps out next to you. 

“Benton, so nice to see you again!”

The smile on your face tightens, anger pulsing in your temples. 

“I-it’s Brad,” the boy tries to correct with a nervous smile, “and yeah, it’s nice to—“

“Yeah, yeah, listen, can I talk to you for a sec?” Leon’s grinning but his eyes are dead as he grabs Brad by the arm and frog marches him down the porch steps.

“Leon, what’re you doing?”

He turns to you with a look so dark that it makes you pause. 

“Just guy talk, princess.”

Your heart rabbits in your chest, worry overtaking the anger as Leon leads Brad back to his car parked out on the street. You lean over the porch banister, torn between wanting to go down there or watching what Leon will do. 

Leon doesn’t raise his voice or hands, but even from here you can see the fear etched on Brad’s face. He’s pulling away from Leon like he’s been burned and climbing into his car, peeling out from your street without even a look back at you. Leisurely making his way back to be house, Leon stops on the porch and gestures for you to go into the house first. 

You glare at him and storm past him, climbing up the stairs as he shuts and locks the front door. Nerves shoot through you when you hear him chase after you and grab you right outside his room. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“My room, Leon,” you spit out, twisting in his arms. 

You squeal when he deadlifts you over his shoulder, pushing into his room and throwing you down onto his bed. 

“Nah, enough of that,” he climbs onto the bed after you, pinning your wrists down with his hands, “you seem to be getting airs, little princess.”

“Fuck off, Leon,” you’re so frustrated that tears are threatening to spill, “get off me, this is done. I’m done. We’re done, okay?”

He frowns, leaning up on his haunches and letting you slide back until you’re leaning against the headboard, pulling your knees up to your chest, wiping the tears from your face. 

“What’re you talking about?” he’s watching you closely.

“This,” you wave your hand from yourself to him, “this is done. I, I can’t keep doing it, Leon.”

Your voice breaks and more tears spill across your cheeks. 

“I can’t keep being with you like this.”

“Oh.”

He seems to deflate, falling back until he’s able to sit with his legs criss cross.

“Was it,” he clears his throat, picking at his comforter, “did I hurt you?”

You laugh incredulously, “Yes, but not in the way you think.”

He frowns at you from under his fringe, blue eyes staring you down. 

“Explain it to me then.”

You exhale shakily, hiding your eyes behind your palms, “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I like you, Leon.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? I like you, Leon.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything?! You don’t even feel the same way. I’m sleeping with a guy who I’m falling in lo—like with and he doesn’t even care about me like that.”

“Hey.”

His sharp voice makes you drop your palms from your damp eyes. 

“Who the fuck said I didn’t care about you like that?”

Confusion makes your brows pinch together, “What?”

He moves so fast you don’t realize what’s happening until you’re being kissed breathless. 

“I like you, too,” he kisses you again, catching your sob with his lips, “I meant it when I said you drive me crazy. I want you all the time. Want you more than just your body. Love your smartass mouth and your weird sense of humor.”

He kisses all over your tearstained face, “Love how excited you get about stuff, like when I randomly gave you those gummy worms and you smiled for the rest of the day.”

You laugh wetly, letting him kiss the sound from your mouth.

“I love spending all my time with you,” he drops a kiss to your cheek, “meant it when I said I got you, baby.”

You smile through a new batch of tears, messily pressing your lips to Leon’s. 

“Leon, please,” you whimper, hands digging into his shoulders, “show me, show me how much you’ve got me.”

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, kissing your jaw and down your neck, “let me show you, princess.”

Between you both it’s no time before you’re both naked in his bed, grinding against each other, lips meeting over and over between gasps and whines. 

“Please, Leon,” you whimper, arching up as he drags his fat tip across your clit, “want you so much.”

“I’ve got you,” he kisses you as he presses his cock into your soaked pussy.

He bottoms out with a low groan, “Good girl, fuck, ruined me for anyone else, baby.”

You keen high in your throat, cunt fluttering around his cock at his words. 

“You ruined me for anyone, big brother,” you whisper against his lips making him growl and rut deeper into your slick pussy. 

“Damn right,” he kisses you so hard it splits your bottom lip making you both moan. 

“Aww, little sis,” he coos, tongue lapping against the cut, “didn’t mean to get so rough.”

“Like it,” you mewl, hands tangled in his blonde strands, “like when you’re rough, big brother.”

He groans, humping your pussy so hard he rubs against your g-spot, “You’re perfect, fuck. Wanna cum inside you.”

“Please, please, love how hot it feels,” you kiss him, smearing blood on his mouth. 

“My hot cum filling you up, stuffing my little sister’s pussy so good, it drips out,” his hot breath slides over your neck before he’s biting down, deep, nearly breaking skin.

Your whole body thrashes, hips rocking up into his bulky weight pinning you down to the sheets.

“Gonna mark you all over,” he bites you again on the opposite side of your throat making you cry out, voice cracking. 

“Gonna take you apart all week long,” he swears into your ear, kissing the lobe. 

Your cunt’s clamping down on his dick rhythmically as he bullies against the spongy spot in your cunt. His leans up to shift his upper body so he can latch onto your hard nipples. Whining, your legs spasm and wrap tighter around his waist. 

He slows down, rutting slow into your cunt as his mouth bites and sucks at your aching buds. 

“Love sucking your tits,” he lathes his tongue across the swell of your breast, nipping the soft skin, “tomorrow wanna just suck on’em all day, see if we can make you cum from just that.”

“Leon,” you whine, pussy pulsing around his dick.

He laughs low in his throat, teeth biting your nipple before sucking it softly into his mouth. His head stays buried between your breasts, slowly taking his fill of suckling and biting your nipples until they’re puffy and sore. 

“Wanna cum,” you pant, hips twisting and writhing under him, “Leon, big brother, please.”

He presses down on you even more, settling his heavy weight over you until you’re mewling from not being able to move. 

“We got all night, princess,” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking across the shell, “could just rut in your wet little cunt all night, keep you stuck here on my cock for hours.” 

Whimpering, your nails dig into his broad back making him buck into your soaked hole. 

“Mmm my own personal fleshlight, grips me just right,” he teases, groaning as your pussy squeezes his cock tightly, “oh, like being big brother’s pocket pussy, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you moan, “m’pussy belongs to big brother.”

“Fuck yeah it does,” he grunts, thrusting into your cunt a few times before slowing back down, “gonna let me use you whenever I want?“

“Big brother,” you pant, drooling as he grinds right against your g-spot continuously, body shaking with your impending orgasm, “please.”

“Let your boyfriend make you cum, baby sis,” he kisses your jaw, “then he’ll cream your pretty cunt.”

He rocks even harder against you, pelvis rubbing across your clit as his tip kisses your cervix making you gush around his cock as you cum, pussy walls milking his throbbing length.  

“Oh, there we go, good girl,” he praises against your ear, smoky voice making you clench again, “god, ‘m close, gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up just like you asked.”

“Please, please,” you weakly beg, body locked around him as he fucks you hard and deep. 

With a choked off groan, he thrusts deeply one last time and stills, cock kicking and throbbing as hot sticky cum spills from the fat tip, painting your fluttering walls white. You moan brokenly, pulling him into another messy kiss.

After a few minutes, Leon’s softening cock slips from your cunt, hole oozing creamy spend all over his sheets. He lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“You’re so fucking perfect, princess,” he murmurs into your hairline, kissing your forehead. 

Warmth floods your chest as you smile up at him, “You’re pretty special, too.”

He grins, thumb tilting your chin up, “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[vodika-vibes]

Helping out the anon:

Hi!!! I saw your requests were open, so how about doing Hunter with Garnet and maybe in a dangerous situation??? Just a lil idea if ya have the time! Thanks 😁

I'll Protect You

Summary: When Hunter gets hurt on a mission, you realize that you have to step up to protect him for the first time.

Pairing: TBB Hunter x Reader

Word Count: 602

Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

It’s the curse that warns you that the situation you’re in is more dangerous than you originally thought.

“Hunter?” You turn frightened eyes towards the man leaning against the wall. He’s hurt, he got hurt while protecting you, and you’ve never felt more guilty in your life.

“Stormtroopers,” He says as he turns his gaze to you. His dark eyes scan your face, and then a small smile lifts his lips, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

You take half a step towards him, “Hunter, you’re hurt. How do you expect-?”

“You can go out the back, follow the back roads back to the Marauder.” Hunter interrupts, “It’ll be faster if you go by yourself.”

“...you expect me to leave you?” You ask blankly.

“You have to survive.” Hunter counters, “Any other possibility is unacceptable.”

“You sound like Tech.” 

He huffs out a laugh, “No need to be insulting.” He glances out the window again, and grimaces, “They’re searching all of the buildings. You need to go.”

“Absolutely not.”

Hunter sighs heavily, “I am giving you a direct order-”

“And your order is being ignored. Denied. Not going to happen. And if you think, for a moment, that I’m going to leave you here to die-!” Your hands are shaking, and the only reason you haven’t raised your voice is because there are stormtroopers outside and because the last thing you want to do is hurt Hunter.

He leans his head back against the wall, and releases a heavy sigh, “Have you always been so stubborn?”

“Yes!” You lightly wrap your hand around his forearm, “For once, just once, let me protect you Hunter.”

He closes his eyes, and sighs again, “Alright. What do you have in mind?”

Your gaze darts around the warehouse you’re hiding in, “Um…how do you feel about hiding in a shipping container.” You ask, “They look big enough to hide two people.”

Hunter stares at you for a moment, and then he slowly nods, “Alright. Help me.” You help him over to an empty crate and carefully help him in, before you climb in after him, pulling the lid over the pair of you just as the door to the warehouse bursts in.

He presses his hand over your mouth and you wrap your fingers around his wrist as you listen to heavy footsteps stomp around. They stop moving next to the crate the pair of you are hiding in, and you feel, more than see, Hunter grip the hilt of his knife.

For one, terrifying, moment you think that the Stormtroopers are going to find you, and then there’s the sound of them leaving, and a door slamming shut.

Slowly Hunter pulls his hand from your mouth, “They’re gone.” He murmurs.

You reach up and push the lid off the crate, catching it before it hits the ground, “We can probably get back to the ship now-” You say as you turn to look at Hunter.

And then you start as his lips land against yours, his hand sliding to rest, firmly on the back of your neck, “I love you. If you ever try to protect me like that again, I’ll make you join me and the others on our morning run.”

You blink at him, startled.

“Come on, let’s get back to the ship.”

“...can we backtrack to you loving me?”

“Not here,” Hunter climbs out of the crate and takes your hand, leading you to the back door, “But, yeah. Later.”

And then he pushes the door to the back of the warehouse open, and leads you into the throng of people milling around.

[gabessquishytum]

CW hospitals and medical stuff heyo! This is based partially off of my experience and therefore will probably be more on par with things in america.

Hob and Dream both get sent to the ER separately. Hob over a sport’s injury and Dream having some incredibly horrid insomnia issues. Hob and Dream sit next to each other coincidentally and unfortunately for Dream, Hob’s a talker. Dream is not even listening half convinced Hob’s lost it when they both suddenly notice an Elderly woman and her son come in, she is in a lot of pain and the son says he’ll be back to take a smoke break.

“he’s going to leave her here” Dream mutters the first time he’s spoken in the hour they’ve been there.

“No that’s horrible! Who would do that to their mother?” Hob asks

“people have problems, you don’t know about,”

hob hums thoughtfully,

“I’ll bet you twenty dollars her son comes back”

dream simply nods feeling he is about to become twenty dollars richer. When thirty minutes later the son comes back.

“yes,” Hob whispers “hope in humanity triumphs!”

Dream grumbles and starts digging through his purse.

“I was kidding, I don’t need the money, I’m Hob by the way”

“I know,” Dream says. “I also know you were born in 1989”

Hob is taken aback “how’d you know that?”

“you loudly proclaimed your date and birth when you were getting checked in”

“oh you cheeky bastard I like you,”

so for the next six hours that they are waiting they swap stories and make more bets. Hob finally gets a room and dream bemoans the fact that he forgot to ask for Hob’s number. Until… Dream gets his room and hey turns out he’s rooming with Hob!

“hey stranger,”

“Robert”

Dream sits down primly on his bed. Hob’s injury is fairly severe so he has to stay a few days, and so does Dream but Hob’s not exactly sure why, they’ve always got him hooked up to the vital machine but he doesn’t seem…sick? by day three Dream is defeated. “Hey Dream…what’s wrong?”

“they won’t let me go home, until I get a full eight hours,”

“oh…”

“I CANT sleep hob! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Why can’t I do a basic human function like every other human being!” it then occurs to Hob that he’s never seen Dream sleep, Dream was awake when hob fell asleep and already up when Hob woke up. Hob assumed he slept while the other was sleeping but apparently not.

“you want to try something a tad bit unorthodox?” “I’ll do anything,” dream practically begs.

“wanna cuddle?”

“but I’m hooked up to the monitor and-“

“I’ll come to you,”

“but your foot”

“I’ll come to you”

Dream finally nods and Hob hobbles over to his bedside they managed to get themselves in an order where dream was laying on top of Hob’s chest.

“Comfy?” Hob asks, and Dream practically purrs like a cat. hob rubs his back with one hand and runs his fingers through his think dark black hair with the other and Dream? Dream falls asleep and stays asleep. the next morning Dream’s doctor comes in and is like “Did you mess with the monitor it says you got a full eight hours,”

“No sir, I simply found a natural remedy,”

Hob waves to the doctor, he’s back in his own bed.

the doctor still wants to monitor Dream for a few days to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. Eventually Hob decides to just stay in bed with Dream, it’s easier on his foot that way. and once the two have fully recovered after a few weeks, they go on their first of many dates.

-🦎 anon

Thank you for sending this!!! The dialogue you've added really made me melt, they're so sweet. I love the image of Hob, well, hobbling over to Dream with his broken foot. The doctor and the nurses on duty all pretend to be cross about breaking hospital rules, it's really not allowed, blah blah blah. But no one actually tells Hob to get out of Dream’s bed. They can see that he's curing their grumpiest (affectionate) and most horribly sleep deprived patient, and despite the rules they're not going to interfere with such clear progress.

The problem comes when both of them are discharged. Dream will no longer be able to sleep on top of Hob. But there is one solution - Hob could do with a bit of home help, with his foot still unusable. Dream immediately offers his services (he's a terrible nurse but he tries his best, bless him) in exchange for a solid 8 hours passed out with his head on Hob’s chest.

When they finally leave Hob’s flat for that long awaited date, Hob still has the cute hobbly walk, and Dream still has dark circles under his eyes. But they're MUCH better together. And yes, Dream is moving in to Hob’s place properly tomorrow <3

[blank-slate-jay]

Can you please do Ellie catching you and Joel kissing? Male reader of course :) Thank you in advance <3

Untold Pair

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Established Relationship(Ellie doesn't know), Ellie is less savage

A/N : Hey Anon, thanks for the submission. This one's just cute. I hope this is what you wanted, enjoy!

Ellie sighed heavily, making her way down the staircase. She really wanted to stay home for the day, she hated going to that god awful school she attended. Reading and Writing, Math and Statistics; including having to go multiple times a week. Really? She should be learning how to hunt and better defend herself, she thought. This commune live just wasn't cutting it.

Making her way to the living room, she tosses her bag onto the couch. She might as well fetch breakfast to cheer herself up before leaving. The school wasn't so bad. She at least had Dina, a friend of hers to keep her company during class time. For her, that was the only thing keeping her from skipping classes all together.

She made her way toward the kitchen area, picking up on the stirs and sizzling pan on the other side of the wall. Curious, she makes her away around the corner.

Joel was sitting at the corner and then there was you stationed up at the even. That was surprising to her. You rarely ever got a change to visit due to your workload in the greenhouses. So you being there, so early in the morning, was a warm welcome.

Ellie gasped, calling your name and running up to you. You hadn't even gotten a chance to say or take notice of her before her arms were wrapped around you.

"Morning to you too", you joke, patting the top of her head. “Your food is on the counter by the way.”

She pipes up and turns to look over at the untouched plate next to Joel, a growing excitement running across her face. Eggs and Bacon, "Oh fuck yeah"! She releases you and slides into the seat next Joel. She rubbed her hands together thrilled that she didn't have to eat oatmeal again.

Picking up her fork, she was about to take a stab at her food but Joel nudged her arm. She looks at him and watches as his eyes and head motion in your direction. His face displayed somewhat disbelief, like she had done something wrong. Ellie didn't understand what he wanted from her, couldn't she enjoy herself for once? It clicked for her after a few awkward moments, "OH! Thank you."

You glare over your shoulder at her, nodding as you finish up plating your own food. After your gesture, she begins to gorge down on her food, manners be damned.

Through Ellie's muffled chewing, Joel wipes away at his mouth with a napkin. He pushes himself to his feet and grabs his plate too. He walks over to the sink, dumping his plate in. "You didn't have to do all this”, he says, pointing out your cooking.

You shook your head, your lips curling up, "No it's...I don't mind doing this for you two”. Besides, Ellie told me you tried making my finest last week.”

“Ok,” he starts, feeling put on the spot. He tried explaining, “That was…”

“...a terrible attempt,” Ellie remarks with a satisfied 'mph' as she bites into her food. “I’ll give you props for trying, but man it was burnt to a crisp.” 

He widens his eyes at her, the girl’s focus back on the last bit of food on her plate. She couldn’t just butt in and then leave the older man stranded, left with you glancing at him, awaiting an explanation. 

“She’s funny, ain't’ she?” Joel tried making a smooth recovery but his embarrassment was as clear as day. 

You gave the man mercy, instead of toying with him further, “Next time you need a chef, Miller. Just ask,” you patt the man’s chest, slipping right by him to take a seat. Fuck, he loved when you touched him. 

Ellie finishes up only wishing she could have some more. “Are you gonna come later,” she asked, already knowing what the answer would be. “Don’t think so. Got a lot to do today, probably not getting home until after dark.”

Slightly bummed, she hums, taking out her dismay by pushing her plate away. You just never had the time these days, it was disheartening for Joel and Ellie since you were about the only person in Jackson who made them feel welcomed; aside from Tommy and Maria.

“If it makes you feel better, I can walk you to school,” you suggested, granting you a smile from the girl. Every chance she got was a win. “Joel?” 

The man looked in awe, “Sure I was…going to pick up something at the store anyway”. There was a level of uncertainty behind his voice, a lie perhaps? You didn’t bring it up just happy you’d get a bit more time with Joel. 

They packed themselves to leave, you reminded Ellie to check her bag for all the essentials she needed. She assured you that she had everything she needed, brushing off your concern as ‘parental instincts’.

No matter, the three of you were out of the home and walking through the neighborhood. Each one of you trailing slowly, subconsciously using the snow on the ground as an excuse to keep extending the conversation; to slow down your pace. 

Only thing was, this method only made splitting with you painful. Preventing the inevitable worked that way whether the two liked it or not, you’d be gone for sometime. 

They made a stop on the sidewalk, deep into the town of Jackson where everything was booming with working people. It was time to split and say they're farewells. 

“So, when can we see you again,” Joel asked. 

You shrugged, “I can make time in a few days. Someone should be covering for me sometime this week.” 

Joel nods, rubbing his enclosed hands to warn off the cold and the lonely feeling that'll come about in your absences. Still, he had something, that was better than nothing.

“We should watch a movie, you heard about Vansien Viper 3, everyone at school is talking about it. I really really wanna watch it.” Ellie pronounces.

Your eyes widen, “I’m down. Sounds like it could be good.”

“I’ve heard the first one is good but that the second one sucksss,” she leans her head back to exaggerate her point. 

Joel scoffs, “I’m sure it ain’ that bad. I…haven’t ever finished watching the second one yet but that could work too. We don't have the actual cd, do we?”

Ellie establishes, “Don’t worry about that, I got us covered.”

What did she mean by that exactly, her smug tone made bells go off in Joel’s head, she was up to something. He raised one of his brows, seeing if he could discern her words. “And how exactly do you plan on doin' that," he asked.

The suspicion in Joel was evidently rising, she said more than should’ve been said. It was time to call it quits. Ellie quickly swept you into a hug, completely ignoring Joel’s question. She lets you go before backing away, the girl says goodbye to you, picking up her pace as Joel takes a few steps toward her. He tried to call for her but she dipped around the corner of a building, out of view and completely away from being confronted. Chasing after her would just be embarrassing, especially in front of you.

“Have some faith in her Joel,” you jokingly poked at him. 

He turned to you shaking his head; a smile crawling up his face, “Don’t tell me you’re on her side.”

“Whatever she is up to, I’m sure it won’t be troublesome.” 

For all you knew she could be bribing someone into giving her what she wanted, likely mimicking the stories Joel would tell her during his days in the Boston QZ. Joel wouldn’t want her following his old ways.

You let out a heavy sigh, “I should get going though, don’t wanna hold you up much longer.” Ironic you say that since Joel felt it worked the other way around. However, the man's presence was nearly enough to make you discontinue your duties. Joel nodded, upset you had to leave, he wasn’t going to let you go without sharing a kiss. 

He pulls you in by your arms and locks his lips with yours, lingering on your taste knowing he wouldn’t be with you for some time. Standing there, some people were likely looking on momentarily before going about their day. Except for one person, Ellie. 

She pretended to run off, giving the impression that she was off to school. She instead was peaking just around the corner she’d hid behind, curious if Joel had separated from you. The opposite was true, she was witnessing what your dynamic truly was for the first time. You two weren’t just close friends, as she initially believed, but rather lovers. It all made sense though, the small gestures, the look you both gave each other; she must’ve misinterpreted them, somehow.

She pulls herself back into full cover after seeing the both of you release one another. She let the two of you share your moment together, beginning to finally head to school. She couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities of your relationship with Joel. Could it mean that you might move in with them, if so then how soon? Ok, maybe she was getting ahead of herself, still her thoughts bombarded her. You and Joel as her guardians, if there was something in the commune she could get used to, that was one of them.

[lonesome-witching]

The Middle

Another anon has sent me a prompt and I tried my hand at writing it. This one has hurt Nancy and sort of protective Robin. I tried my best. So, please enjoy.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Sometimes Robin didn’t know how to start. She had a problem with stopping too. She usually just jumped in in the middle and stayed there. That was kind of how it happened with Nancy too. There wasn’t a beginning and Robin hoped there wouldn’t be an end. There was just them, together, the middle. Robin liked it there.

She liked it less when the middle was filled with monsters trying to kill them and the possible end of the world still being near despite everything they had fought for. But she had jumped in in the middle for that too. She shouldn’t complain though. Nancy had been there from the start. Nancy had lost and fought and lost again for years.

So, Robin didn’t complain. And Robin stood by her girlfriend’s side. Holding her hand whenever she needed to. The last thing she wanted was for Nancy to get hurt again. She’d do everything she could to protect her. Everything.

“I can come over after my shift?” Robin said into the phone. Somehow Family Video had survived the end of the world and if their patrols went well, Robin wouldn’t be out of a job anytime soon. They were able to keep the monsters out of the town center. For now, at least.

“You don’t have to,” Nancy replied.

“I know, but I want to see you. When do you get home from your patrol?”

“Ten, probably.”

“I’ll be there.” Robin hung up the telephone with a smile. She had been smiling a lot since that first kiss. Robin had never expected to find love in Hawkins, Indiana, especially not Nancy Wheeler.

“Do you need to leave early again?” Steve asked from in between the racks of tapes.

“No, Nance got her patrol tonight.”

“Oh, alright.”

Time always seemed to slow down when you were looking forward to something. Robin had noticed it before. How the clock slowed down just to torture her as she waited to go see Nancy. Someday it was going to make her go insane. Someday. Just a few more minutes and she could rush out.

“Just go, Robs. I’ve got this.”

“Really?” Robin turned toward her best friend with a hopeful expression on her face.

“Yeah, just go. Get your girl.”

Robin leaned over to kiss Steve’s cheek. “You’re the best.”

She could barely hear his response over the bell ringing through the store as she opened the door. It was only a few minutes on her bike. But she didn’t have her bike right now. Steve had picked her up that morning. It would be a longer walk. But she could manage.

They had a routine. Robin wouldn’t ring the bell. She wouldn’t even approach the front door. Instead, she would walk around to the back door. Nancy would leave it unlocked when she was expecting Robin. Only when she was expecting Robin.

This time when Robin tried to let herself into the Wheeler house, she banged herself into the locked door. It was already a few minutes past ten. Nancy should be home. Maybe she had forgotten to unlock the door.

Robin reached into her backpack, grabbing her walkie. “Nance? You there?”

“You’re supposed to end with over, over,” Dustin interrupted.

“Does anyone know who Nancy was on patrol with?” Robin asked. “Over,” she added a few moments later when no reply came.

“I think she was scheduled to be patrolling with… Jonathan tonight, over,” Dustin answered.

“Mike? Are you on this line? I need you to open the backdoor.”

“On my way,” Mike replied.

“You’re supposed to say—”

“Over,” Mike and Robin said in unison.

The door opened. “Do you want a key for in the future?” He sounded annoyed.

“Thanks, Mikey.”

He groaned loudly.

“I’m worried about Nancy, she’s never late. Do you think something happened?” Robin fell down on the couch.

“No, she’s with Jonathan. She’ll be alright.”

“I don’t know. Something is wrong.”

“She’ll probably be here any minute now.” Mike made a move to walk away. “Also, when she does, please be quiet. Holly is already sleeping.”

Robin saluted, watching Mike walk away. She’d give it five more minutes. Five more minutes and then she’d go out and search for her.

Five. Time felt like it had stopped moving. Like it had all stopped. Maybe that was why Nancy wasn’t here yet.

Four. Maybe she shouldn’t wait. She could go upstairs and grab one of Nancy’s guns. And she could go out there right now.

Three. She should wait. Nancy would walk through that door any second now. She had to believe that.

Two. Okay, she was going to—

The door flew open. Jonathan walked in, holding Nancy in his arms. Robin jumped up. “What happened? Is she alright?”

“Robin? Is that Robin?” Nancy sounded half delirious.

“Yes, it is,” Jonathan said to Nancy. “We encountered some demogorgons. Nancy got hurt.”

He placed her on the couch. There were some scratches on her arm and a gaping wound on her shoulder. Robin could feel her blood boiling. If they hadn’t already killed the monster who did this, she would.

“Nance, are you alright?” Robin fell to her knees next to the couch, holding Nancy’s hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I was so worried about you, Nance. I still am actually. From now on we’re patrolling together, got it? From now on, I’ll be there to protect you, okay? I’m not leaving your side anymore.”

“Yes, Robbie.”

“I’ll take care of you, Nance.”

“You always do, Robbie.”

[j0kers-light]

What about a Indian reader and She and Joker are eating Indian food and it’s jokers first time eating it????🩷

Hey hi anon!! This was buried in my emails (tumblr literally did not show it in my inbox! This dates back to Aug 30th!!!) 🖤✨

I probably have more requests than I think I do if I'm going by my email and not the blog ask box 😭 moving right along..... I'll panic on my own downtime.

Disclaimer: I’m not going to try and attempt to write about a culture I have no knowledge of. I’m so sorry anon in advance! I’m black, not Indian and I do not wish to disrespect your culture if I say something out of turn. I’ll try my best to fill your request but it’ll be surface level. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I did extensive research to fill this one!

Joker does not care what part of the world you hail from. You can be from Antarctica and he’d still love you. It’s your character that he’s head over heels for.

The way you carry yourself and the way you don’t put up with any of his nonsense. You aren’t afraid of him and you have patience that very few people possess. 

He understands there is a huuuuuge culture difference between the two of you and he will never get in the way of your traditional practices, teachings, etc.

If you do something out of the ordinary, he observes and files that information for a later date. He’s in awe most of the time whenever you introduce him to something and he never judges you. 

When you speak in your native tongue, (I used Hindi here- terribly sorry if the translation is horrendous) Joker is automatically hypnotized with heart eyes and a dopey smile. 👁👄👁 okay?

It sounds so enchanting to his ears and oftentimes he forgets you’re not talking directly to him. 

“Whatever ya say, Bunny.” cue you staring at Joker in confusion since he interrupted your phone call.

“Shh, J! मैं फोन पर बात कर रहा हूं” You could’ve called him an illiterate purple platypus for all he knows, but the idiot just nods along as if he understands. 

Has Joker fallen asleep to the sound of you talking in your native tongue? Yes, and he’ll do it again!

He hides and listens to you and your mother talk on the phone on some mornings when he can't sleep.

Your voice lulls him to sleep right there on the floor. You trip up on his slumbering body but pay him no mind as you start your house chores.

Moving on! He adores your traditional clothes!!

The rich colors, the detailed fabric and textures all come together to transform you into a living, breathing goddess.

You can make a trash bag look like high couture but the first time J saw you in a formal saree with beads and gold jewelry adorning your bronzed skin, his jaw fell to the floor.

He couldn’t think straight as you fixed your hair in the mirror as you prepared to leave. You were going to a wedding, Joker thought you were a deity walking on Earth.

Best believe Joker followed you without your knowledge so he could see the ceremony for himself and he was floored.

Everything was so beautiful and elaborate!! Even if he didn’t understand a single thing, he was inspired to learn. Knowledge is uhhh power.

The man is whipped for you. 👏🏾👏🏾 He studies your culture from top to bottom so he doesn’t accidentally disrespect you and he even tried to learn the language from your region. (Mac and Neo laughed for hours at that failed attempt)

You thought it was sweet but yeah… J does not need to speak your language to love you. (He sounds awful btw)

Joker shows that he cares in other ways. He’s mindful of the little things you do or don’t do and he’s always down to try new things.

Which is why you wanted him to start eating more traditional dishes for dinner. You wanted to start J off with something simple before throwing him into the world of spices and complex flavors. 

Joker ate sugar, junk food, and pre-packaged foods before you waltzed into his life. His knowledge of spices was salt, pepper, and a dash of paprika. Like? What? 🤦🏾‍♀️

It amazed you that men went to war for spices yet limit themselves to such bland food. Bless this Caucasian man. You love Joker, but his taste buds deserved better. 

You started off slow and made a huge serving of samosas for an apartment complex meeting and packed a few in Joker’s to-go bag as an 'accident'.

Joker called you in the middle of the night (still munching on them) asking you what they were. You could hear the crunchy crust over the phone as you padded to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

You found some homemade Kulfi and sucked on it as Joker explained the snack to you. 

It was like a kid discovering their favorite dish. He thanked you over and over for being such a sweet thing and cooking for him.

Up until then, you made sure something American was on the table for him to eat while you ate dishes from your culture. Little did he know that was all gonna change.

Joker notices how you didn’t eat with utensils much and he'd glare at the odd concoctions you passed as food in intrigue. His mild curiosity would end very soon. You set a time and a date to get him to officially try Indian food.

Joker made sure he was home before ten pm and burst through the door, hoping he wasn’t too late for dinner.

“I’m back, pretty girl. Did ya…” He stopped in his tracks when an explosion of aromas smacked him right in the face.

It was coming from the kitchen but it hit him the second he walked into your penthouse. He couldn’t describe what it smelled like, it was simply phenomenal. His stomach growled just off of the scent alone. 

You sent him a text reminding him not to eat anything and to come home with an open mind for dinner. You piqued his interest.

Usually Joker wouldn’t eat dinner with you on the nights he prowled Gotham City. He’d come back to your place around five or six in the morning and warm up whatever you fixed him (your dinner/his breakfast) before crashing. It's how things worked with the clashing work schedules. 

However you begged and pleaded with Joker to call the night early, before it truly began, and come home to eat with you. 

He wasn’t expecting all this. 

You decorated the table with a rounded tray filled with vibrant sauces chutneys, pilled high with some kind of bread, rice, and other mixtures, and aromatic fixings. Joker eyed the candles you lit and was wondering where you were when you emerged from the kitchen with a pitcher of water. 

His eyes softened seeing you in a stunning saree. It was the same one he commented on when you unpacked it from its original boxing. 

Sure it was a little too fancy to be wearing around the house and your mother would scold you if you got it dirty, but you wanted to dress up for Joker. Tonight was special in a way.

“सुस्वागत” you mumbled but then remembered Joker couldn’t translate. “Welcome home.” You gestured to the spray of food on the table. “I offer you a thali. It's a variety of dishes that represent a balanced diet."

Joker walked over to the table and you trailed behind him, pointing things out as you explained. 

“That’s a mango chutney. We call that dal. Oh that’s murgh mahani." He furrowed his eyes at a bowl. "That’s just rice Joker. I didn’t make it fancy." He laughed and made a comment about the bread looking more fluffier than normal.

"Oh c'mon J, you had my naan before. This one is just garlicky to go with the yogurt.” you finished explaining everything and an awkward silence fell over you both.

Joker nodded to himself but he didn’t say much else. It was a lot to take in and you picked up his reserved demeanor. 

“If it's too much, I can defrost some samosas that you like or we can order take-out or or..”

You were rambling. A habit of yours that he loved to pieces. Joker didn’t know why you were so nervous but he smirked before leaning down and kissing you speechless. You rested your hand on his chest and blinked in confusion when he backed away and sat down at the low table you set up instead of the normal western dining table. 

You really went all out for this so he'd try to have an open mind here.

“Is there a uhh order, I gotta eat this in?” He asked. There were so many individual bowls before him and he finally noticed the entire spread was atop a banana leaf of some sorts.

This was too cool, he felt like a seasoned traveler being honored at the elder's table. If only the native would participate.... you thought.

He took his eyes off the food to find your hesitant e/c gaze. You were still standing in that gorgeous gown of yours. He’d appreciate that later tonight… but for now.. he was rather hungry for actual food.

“Well Bunny? Can I just dive in orrr whaT?” Joker clicked his tongue and you blinked out of your fog.

You managed to hear what he said and laughed to yourself before joining him on the floor.

Why were you so bent out of shape over finally embracing your culture with Joker? This man would accept anything you offered and he would never turn down food if you made it. Being accepted was a new concept to you so yeah you got emotional.

You dabbed at your lash line for any stray tears and clapped your hands together.

“Yes! There’s an order, J. Thali is all balanced. Here, I’ll help you. You are only to eat with the fingers of your right hand. Okay?” You demonstrated by scooping up some rice with a bite of vegetables.

You brought it to his mouth and he kept eye contact with you as he opened his mouth for the morsel.

Joker groaned, causing you to blush. Your fingers brushed his lips as you leaned back. "D-Do you like it?"

Like it? This was just the beginning of a long course and it already tasted better than anything he'd eaten in Gotham! (Excluding your cooking of course) And you made this as a side dish!? Nah, he loved it.

Green eyes bore into your soul, "I want more."

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 6

“Last time on Total Takes Island, the campers had their survival skills put to the test in an overnight camping trip- and oh boy, did some of those campers trip hard! Ultimately, Kitty disappeared and the Inane Anons secured another victory, keeping the Fujoshis on their sharp losing streak. Ouch! Will the Flying Fujoshis finally win an episode? Will Julia finally snap and kill Max, or vice versa? Find out now on Total! Takes! Island!”

“Goooood morning, campers! Up bright and early, I hope!”

Bonnie looks up from where they were lying face-down on their pillow, their hair a matted mess. They sit up, stretch, and check the time on the tablet they’d snuck in- 5:03 AM. 

“After that terrible camping trip, the least he could do is let us sleep!” Courtney sighs, hopping off of the top bunk. Ass rolls over in their bed and covers their ears. “Has anyone seen-?”

Mal pops into the cabin, holding a plate of actual food- sunny-side up eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. Bonnie and Courtney stare at it like wild animals as Mal carries the tray over to Ass’ bunk. “Hey, got you some breakfast,”

Ass slightly pulls up their sleeping mask, looking over their shoulder- and then pulls it back down and turns to face the wall. Mal sighs and scrapes the food off in the garbage bin, much to Bonnie and Courtney’s dismay. 

---

BONNIE: “I don’t know, nor do I care, what’s happening between those two, but wasting real food? I don’t care how sad you are, that’s a war crime,”

---

COURTNEY: “Mal seems… actually upset. I’m starting to wonder if maybe she has changed.”

---

Ass stands on one side of Bonnie as the team gathers outside the mess hall after breakfast, glaring sharply at Mal, who’s beginning to look a little nervous. 

She turns to Sha-Mod and Caesar. “Hey, if it came down to it, I could count on your guys’ votes, right?” 

Caesar raises an eyebrow and Sha-Mod’s Lightning picture flaps a little in the breeze. “What makes you ask?”

“Sigh… nothing… Just rumors…” She says as she walks off. 

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CAESAR: “Okay, first of all, she said “sigh” out loud. Second of all, if there’s a rumor abound that I didn’t start, I have to know what it is! If I had to guess, I’m gonna say Mal and her “friend” Ass had some kind of falling out. I’ll confirm with Bonnie later.”

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The Anons seem to be a little less conflicted today as they lull around outside their cabin in relative silence. Michael leans against the splintery wooden railing of the stairs, watching Scary scamper under the porch with a rat in their teeth.

Max opens the screen door to the boys side and takes a seat on the step next to Michael. "H-"

"Gooood morning, bestie!" Julia grins, forcing herself between the two to give Michael a hug.

"Jesus, hi!" Michael laughs back. Julia looks over her shoulder to glare at Max.

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JULIA: "So, right now, my only goal is keeping Michael on my side- which means not letting that little weasel get to her first. I'm already at a disadvantage, considering that they basically spent the entire camping challenge alone in the woods together doing God knows what, so I have to dedicate all my time today to keeping Michael close," she grins. "The devil works hard, but Julia works harder."

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“Alright, campers. Today’s challenge is a fan favorite, and the contestant's worst nightmare!” Chris grins, holding out his arms for emphasis. “Your next challenge is the one, the only- Phobia Factor!”

Scruffy breathes in the gum they’d been chewing and coughs for a few moments. “What?! But we didn’t even talk about our fears last night?" They look around at the other campers. "Unless I didn’t get invited!”

“Silly, silly campers. Don’t you remember the online “"personality test”” you had to fill out in your audition form?” he laughs. “We have all of your worst fears on file! Except…”

Chris points up and then dramatically lowers his finger in Max’s direction. “Max left his blank. Probably a smart move, considering what we’re about to do to you,”

Everyone on the Anon’s team looks at Max, who shrugs. “I’m not afraid of anything,”

“Nothing?” Michael asks. 

He shakes his head. “Nothing,”

“But, say, if there were a large bird of prey circling overhead right now…”

“Thank you, Scary,” he sighs. “But I’m not afraid of anything.”

“Don’t worry, Anons, we’ll get to Max eventually- but for our first victims: Scary, Caesar, Kelly, and Austin- you’ll be meeting Chef in makeup and hair,” he chuckles. “The rest of you, follow me!”

“Nervous?” Scruffy asks, looking at Michael and O beside them. 

O nods rapidly, biting his nails. Michael rolls her eyes. 

Caesar gives Bonnie a nervous look, to which they pat his back before he leaves. Austin and Kelly hold hands, and Scary slinks out undetected. The rest of the campers stand, following Chris to the mess hall. Michael, last of her team, is suddenly stopped by Chris, appearing out of nowhere. “Not so fast. You’ve been working real hard, haven’t you, Mikey?” 

“Don’t call me that,”

“Chef has been especially impressed, so he made you this!” Chris pulls a tall glass containing a pink smoothie from behind his back. 

Michael stares. “Is this a part of the challenge? I’ll pass,” 

“How about this then: you drink it or you immediately lose the point!”

She sighs, taking the glass from Chris and inspecting it for a few moments before taking a hesitant sip. Nothing happens- no crushed up maggots, no sewer water, no shards of glass. “Hey, this isn’t half-”

Chris grabs the glass just in time for Michael to pass out on the ground. He chuckles and steps over her unconscious body to join the other campers outside as a few interns hurry over. 

The rest of the contestants are standing outside the mess hall around a baby blue tent, waiting in vague confusion as Chris approaches. 

“Bonnie, if you will,” Chris smiles, opening the blue tent flap. The contestant walks in, and sees nothing but a simple dentist’s chair. Bonnie smirks, and takes a seat. “The dentist’s? Really? How cliche,”

“Oh, no. That isn’t for dental care,” Chris smiles as metal fixtures clamp around Bonnie’s wrists and ankles, cuffing them to the chair. “This is our virtual reality tent. And this,” he holds up a headset, goggles and all. “Is the Dramathon 2000, where you’ll be exposed to the most popular and bland Total Drama fan opinions.”

Bonnie’s face pales. “What? No! You can’t do this!”

Chris puts the set over their face and grins. “Don’t worry, every few minutes you’ll get jumpscared with something new. To keep it fresh, you know? But if you wanna chicken out- just press that red button on your arm rest and lose a point for your team. Your five hours start now!”

The rest of the campers watch nervously as an intern presses a button on a remote and some cheery music begins playing. It’s all quiet for a moment, before a robotic voice says “Leshawna was robbed”. Bonnie screams. 

Chris turns. “Alright- oh, and it looks like our made-over campers have returned!” The crowd turns and grimaces at the sight. Austin is dressed in a plain dark gray and white business suit, hair straightened and slicked back- Scary is in a tousled ombre blonde wig, high-rise jeans and a white crop top- Kelly’s tan has been removed and their hair dyed black- and Caesar looks practically gutted in a musty brown mullet wig. 

“Austin, Kelly, your regular-Joe cubicles await you just beyond the mess hall. You have a lot of paperwork to get to, dudes. Scary, you can go ahead and start Instagramming now,” Chris chuckles, tossing them a phone. “And Caesar… man, that hair is terrible!”

Caesar whimpers and sulks into the virtual reality tent, closing the flap behind him and sitting in the corner while Bonnie screams. 

“Alright then! Let’s see, who’s next…? Julia, care to test your wits?”

Julia smiles and shrugs. “Bring it on, McLean,”

“Loving the attitude! Now, on your personality test, you wrote “not slaying” in the fear category,” she smirks in response. “Well, we made a few calls back home, and your folks had a different story to tell! Chef?”

Chef walks over and hands Julia a wooden sword. She scoffs. “Ha-ha. Taking things a little literally, huh?”

“Not really,” he chuckles as Chef leads her around the corner to a large pen. “Your goal is to defend yourself from these lovely geese for as long as you can.”

Julia’s eyes widen and she looks around before trying to turn and run. Chef grabs her and tosses her in the corral, surrounded by a dozen full-grown geese. She whimpers and trembles, clutching the sword to her chest. Max rolls his eyes as Chris pulls out his megaphone. 

“You’ll notice that there’s an exit across the pen. Make it out, and you’ll score your team a point!”

Julia shakes her head violently. 

“Come on, Julia!” the team shouts. “You can do this!”

“IT’S JUST A BUNCH OF DUCKS!” Max yells, cupping his face. 

"Geese!" Julia corrects him.

She then frowns, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, holding the sword out blindly in front of her as she stands and runs through the paddock. Not a single goose even looks at her as she screams the entire way through, slamming into the gate and collapsing before getting up and crawling out. 

“That’s one point for the Anons!” 

The team cheers as Julia is lifted up by Chef and taken to the medical tent. “Alright, who’s next… Ass, come up here, please!”

Ass sighs and steps forward. They don’t exactly look terrified, but they’re certainly not happy, either. A handsome gentleman in a finely pressed suit walks out of the mess hall and stands beside them. 

“Ass, this is your fiance, Kevin,”

Ass sulks and rolls their eyes. 

---

ASS: “For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the same recurring nightmare. In it, I’m an adult, and I’m engaged to this perfect dream guy- he’s everything I want in a partner: tall, funny, and sweet. But then this mystery femme fatale who I have drama with for whatever reason swoops in and kisses him to get back at me for… something. I’ve had this dream so many times, it really isn’t even scary anymore, it’s just absurd. I mean, how would that even happen in real life?”

---

Ass pretends to look nervous and takes a phony deep breath. Mal starts to approach to say something, but McLovin barrels through and stands beside them instead, offering support. Courtney gives a nod of approval as Ass gives McLovin an odd- then somewhat grateful glance. 

An attractive young woman in a pink wig comes out of the mess hall next with an angry glare. “I hate you!” she yells at Ass before swooping in and kissing Kevin. Ass watches apathetically. 

“And that’s one point for the Fujoshis!” Chris grins. “Let’s break for lunch, shall we?”

---

“So, who do we have left?” Max asks, once again refusing to touch his meal (today it’s brown goo). 

“Frollo just left, but O hasn’t gone yet,” Julia says weakly. There’s a large bandage around her torso. “Neither has Scruffy, Staci, or Michael.”

“Hm. Where is Michael?”

---

A bird of prey cries overhead as Michael sits up on a patch of grass, groaning. Her face is a sickly shade of green as she adjusts to her surroundings, and she notices a little gray box adorned with a red button at her feet, a sticky note attached to it. 

“Dear Michael. Feel free to chicken out with the callback button any time. Love, Chris,” she reads before she suddenly turns pale and runs over to a cliff edge to throw up. As she looks up, she notices she’s still on the Island- but with no one in sight. 

“Hello?”

No response. 

“Very funny, Chris, guys- where are you hiding?”

She peers in the mess hall, the cabins, even the confessional- no one. A look of panic begins to cross Michael’s face. “Oh, God. They left me here. I’m stuck on the island,”

---

A sudden, loud siren sounds over the intercom system and everyone jumps. A loud voice spoken over a megaphone follows:

“Reuban Fogell, you are under arrest. We have you surrounded!”

Courtney raises an eyebrow. “Who the hell is Reuban Fogell?”

Everyone in the mess hall turns to McLovin as he suddenly rises, standing on the bench with a look of cold determination on his face. 

“Resisting is pointless! Come out with your hands up!”

McLovin takes off his usual glasses and puts on a pair of prescription sunglasses before he slowly walks to the door of the mess hall, stepping outside with his hands held high in the air. The rest of the campers crowd around the window, watching as Chef (dressed as a prison warden) handcuffs him and drags him away as he nods. 

Chris steps into view, holding a megaphone. “Impressive. Didn’t even throw up or anything. That’s two points for the Fujoshis!”

---

MCLOVIN: “Yeah, I lied on my personality test. I’m not scared of pigs. Why? Cause I’m gangsta, suckas!” he flips his sunglasses back on and attempts to lean back before falling into the confessional toilet. 

---

“I cannot believe this,” Julia mutters. 

The Fujoshis looks at each other before cheering and high-fiving. Chris steps inside a moment later, holding a large black box which he drops on the floor with a thump. 

“Sha-Mod, care to join the winning members of your team?” 

The Fujoshis part like the Red Sea and reveal a slightly-trembling Sha-Mod, clutching onto his Lightning picture. The box is a paper shredder. 

---

SHA-MOD: “I’ll be Sha-Real with you all back home for a second. I’m not on the island for money, or to make friends, or to have a fun time. I’m here because I accidentally entered a contest at the White Oaks Mall in London, Ontario. I thought the prize was a lifetime of free soft pretzels. Turns out the prize was an audition-free entry to this show, which I never even Sha-Heard of until I realized I signed a contract for it! I watched one season, the toxic one.”

---

“Ready to show the world the real you, buddy?” Chris chuckles. Sha-Mod violently shakes his head. 

“It’s just a picture,” Ass says, rolling their eyes. 

"You can do it, Sha-Mod!" Courtney smiles encouragingly.

“Nuh-uh. This thing is not going sha-anywhere,”

“You sure about that?” Chris smiles. 

“Sha-sure- I mean, yes,”

Chris shrugs, and a few interns run in and hoist away the paper shredder. The Fujoshis groan. 

---

SHA-MOD: “I may have lost the point but I kept something more important: my Sha-Anonymity.”

---

Austin walks into the mess hall, wearing his regular uncoordinated clothes again, his hair wet. Chris chuckles. “Failed, I presume?”

Austin sulks. “I jumped in the lake, baby. I couldn’t do it- I couldn’t be a square,”

Max smacks his forehead and Julia sighs. 

“Well, anyway- Scruffy- Bonnie’s time is about up, which means you’re set for your turn in the Dramathon 2000! And Staci- or should I say Alex- you’re going to meet Chef in the kitchen for a fun little talk.” 

Scruffy swallows a lump in their throat and walks outside the mess hall as a nervous Staci heads in the opposite direction. 

“Mal, Courtney- I’ll see you two and the rest of your team in the cabin area,” Chris grins. “We have a special surprise for you.”

---

The sun beats down over the empty island as Michael digs through the kitchen pantry, finding it completely empty aside from an old can of tuna. She sighs and rubs her eyes, and then walks back outside the mess hall. 

She walks over to the cabins, which look as if a tornado had gone through them, and pulls a plank of wood off the stairs, carrying it over to the beach where a loosely constructed raft is half-way done. 

---

MICHAEL: “I didn’t come to this show to win. I don’t even want to win, honestly. I joined because I was hoping I’d get to meet more people who’d see me as something more than just “one of the guys”. This has to be some kind of divine punishment- I was unhappy with my current friends, so everyone left.”

----

Chef presses the red button on the Dramathon chair and releases Bonnie from their restraints, to which they immediately tear off the virtual reality machine and toss it across the tent, their eyes red and pupils extremely dilated. 

(three points for the Fujoshis)

“Chris wants everyone out by the cabins,” Chef says. Caesar stands from his corner and helps Bonnie out of the chair and outside the tent, shielding their eyes from the sun.

“Caesar- is that you?” they mutter, shaking slightly as their pupils dart around. 

“I’m here, doll. Can you see?”

“No- my eyes are fried,”

“Oh, thank God,” Caesar breathes a sigh of relief. “This haircut is terrible.” 

Scruffy watches the two in terror, and steps inside. Though they look terribly nervous, they take a seat without complaint anyway, allowing Chef to set up the Dramathon 2000. 

“Did… Chris say what this was going to be?” they ask in a quiet voice. 

“Just a history lecture,”

Scruffy sighs and relaxes a little. 

“An American history lecture,”

“Wh-what?” Scruffy asks. “No- you can’t make me! I can’t listen to the preamble again! NOOOOOO!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Chef shakes his head, muttering “Americans” to himself before throwing on a cardigan and a pair of reading glasses. “Sit tight, I gotta session to get to.”

---

Staci lies on a couch set up in the kitchen, jittery and nervous. Chef takes a seat in a plush chair across from them, clearing his throat as he pulls out a notepad and flips through it. 

They stare in terror as he slowly flips through the pages, adjusts and readjusts his glasses, and licks his lips. “So-”

“NOOOOOOOO!” Staci screams, jumping up and dashing out. 

---

MICHAEL: “Is it a problem that I need to be surrounded with people all the time?! Maybe! Maybe! But this is different! They left me here to die! I can’t die here! I can’t die on this [censored] island! Just when people were starting to like me!”

---

“O, my dude, your services are needed out here!” Chris shouts into his megaphone with a voice that clearly reads as him holding back laughter. 

O, shaking like a leaf, stands from the mess hall table. Julia, Max, Staci, and Austin give each other glances as he leaves, and then upon hearing a shrill, terrified shriek, stand from their seats and hurry outside. 

Chris is holding back tears as O rocks back and forth on the ground, eyes wide and terrified. The team looks around, but no one sees anything. “What’s the dealio, baby?”

“Ok, ok, you dudes gotta see this- watch,” Chris squeaks, tears running down his face. He pulls a thin paper mask out from behind his back and holds it up. It’s no monster, no ghost, no tattered, bloody decapitated head- it’s actually a blond with a cowboy hat. 

“Oh. My. God,” Max stifles a laugh. 

“Is that… Geoff?” Staci asks hesitantly. 

Austin looks between the two as they giggle. “What? Who?”

Chris holds the mask over his face and O screams in terror, earning another round of laughter from the group. 

“It’s not funny!” O insists, glaring at them before Chris puts the mask in front of his face again. O shrieks. 

---

O: “Yes, okay, I admit it! I only came onto this show for exposure therapy purposes because of my irrational “phobia” of- of… G-E-O-F-F.”

---

“Alright, alright,” Chris chuckles. “Anyone wanna take over? I have a boxing match to get to.”

Julia raises her hand, and Chris tosses her the mask. “Oh, and once Scary is done being normal in fifteen minutes, let her have a turn, too!”

---

A massive boxing ring has been set up between the two cabins, and a confused crowd of campers surrounds it. 

“Who’s afraid of a little scuff, baby?” Austin asks, looking around. Kelly stands beside him, reapplying fake tan after having completed her challenge while Scary chases around O in the Geoff mask behind them. (three points for the Anons)

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” Caesar asks, attempting to mousse up his normal hair again, finished with his torture, too (four points for the Fujoshis). Bonnie blinks one eye, then the other, and then collapses on the ground. 

“This is dumb,” Ass sighs. “Let’s get this thing started already, McLean! I’m hungry!”

Chris steps out onto the ring, dressed in a tux and holding a microphone. “Welcome, campers, to a personal favorite of mine: fear-themed boxing! In one corner, we have the lovely, half-metal Courtney! And in the other, we have the possibly lovely, blog-obsessed Mal! Or should I say Lucy?” He chuckles. 

The campers murmur amongst themselves as Mal’s eyes widen. 

“Now, both of these campers had a lot to say when answering our personality test questions, so I’m sure they won’t mind sharing that with you while they settle their differences like men!” Chris shouts into the mic. “Chef, if you please?”

Chef steps out in a sparkling blue dress, holding two separate diaries. 

The crowd murmurs, deeply unsettled. A few interns walk in, pushing a wheelbarrow as the campers talk amongst themselves, and they dump Michael on the ground. Julia helps her up. 

“How’d it go?” 

“Not well. I was halfway between deciding whether I wanted to try to get off the island or kill myself when I remembered I could just quit,”

Max shrugs. “Well, glad you didn't kill yourself. We might actually have a shot at winning this thing,”

Michael looks at him, then to the ring as the match begins. Courtney and Mal glare at each other, throwing a few punches as Chef reads. 

“Dear Diary, today, Lucy-slash-Mal threw the dodgeball challenge by using our weakest players to her scummy advantage,” Chef reads in a cold, monotone voice. Caesar raises an eyebrow, and McLovin and Sha-Mod look at each other. “I have a feeling she’s trying to get us to lose so she can weaken the team and vote me out.”

Chef switches to the other diary. “Hey gurlz. I’m back from the dead again. Laughing GIF. Clapping GIF. Today I managed to convince the idiots on my team to vote out Patrick instead of me. I have pompadour and paper bag face on my side, and Noah 2 is totally wrapped around my finger. LOL! Smirking GIF.”

Max crosses his arms, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful expression and Julia gives the Fujoshis a perplexed look.

The Fujoshis, on the other hand, look outright furious. Sha-Mod, Ass, and Caesar all glance at each other. Mal throws another punch, narrowly missing Courtney. 

“FINE! I admit it! I’ve been playing the game just like everyone loves to see it played!” She yells, dodging Courtney’s glove. “So, I’m a new Heather! Sue me! You all need me, anyway! This show is nothing without me!”

Chris smiles, standing alongside Chef as the display unravels. 

“Who’s going to help you? THEM?” Mal shouts, hitting Courtney in the gut. They wheeze and fall over. “Courtney barely has a thousand followers on their shitty blog, let alone 10k! I have 22 thousand watchers on Deviantart! My fics make AO3!” she swings again. “Courtney is “nice” but at least!” she throws a punch once more. “I’m!” Courtney ducks and rolls. “POPULAR!”

Courtney body slams Mal, sending her to the ground with a dull thud. Chef counts down the seconds and then blows on his ref whistle, declaring her OUT!

The Fujoshis cheer, surrounding Courtney and hoisting her in the air. 

“Yeah, that’s great and all, but only Mal spoke her truth, so… you’re only getting one point for that,” Chris chuckles. The Fujoshis stare in silence, unanimously shrug, and then go back to cheering.

(five points for the Fujoshis)

Scruffy walks up, looking much less disturbed than Bonnie. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Boxing match. How’d it go with you?” Staci asks. 

“Eh, I fell asleep,” Scruffy looks over their shoulder and watches O crawling on all fours to avoid Scary with a grimace. "I see we're not doing too well."

"That's five points for you Anons," Chris says, popping up out of nowhere.

Max counts on his fingers silently. “We’re tied,”

“Very observant!” Chris smiles. “Your tiebreaker lies on the only member of your team who hasn’t faced their fear yet.”

Max nods knowingly. “Frollo,” 

“Nah, he did just fine,”

---

Frollo leans against the glitter-covered bar in a gay club, lights flashing and streamers flying as he flips through his Bible. 

---

“I was talking about you, kid,” Chris smiles. “You may have left our application blank, but your college admission essay says a lot about you.”

Max turns white and freezes. 

“Wait, college essay?” Julia asks, turning to him with her hands on her hips. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen in August,” Chris answers, matter-of-factly. "Probably shouldn't have chosen child psychology as a topic for your essay, bud."

“God, I would’ve guessed, like, twelve or something,”

Max shakes his head, ignoring Julia’s quip as Chris grins wickedly. 

“Hey, man, it’s easy. Probably the least painful challenge today,” the host says. “We just need you to walk from this end of the cabins to the other holding Chef’s hand,” Chef approaches, wearing a dress and a brown wig. “...While he’s dressed as your mother.”

A brief silence falls over the Anons, followed by a round of barely-restrained laughter. Max turns red. “IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

---

Max stares into the confessional camera for a moment with an aggravated look. He keeps perfectly still for a few moments before pointing and shouting. 

MAX: “I DO NOT HAVE ISSUES WITH MY MOTHER!”

---

The Anons watch on in silence as Max inches forward, his feet scraping against the grass as he drags each shoe in front of the other. Chef grins and holds out a hand, to which Max stares at for a few moments. 

Julia smirks, crossing her arms over her chest. Michael looks between the two with a nervous expression on her face. 

---

MICHAEL: “It's not that I wanted to help him, I just remember feeling really bad. I guess I’d just been abandoned on a replica of the island for hours and I was pretty emotionally raw, but… I know what it’s like to feel alone like that.”

---

“Wait!” Michael says, stepping out in front of a very disgruntled Julia. “I’ll go too!”

“You know it’s only one point per challenge, right?” Chris asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“I know,” she circles around to Chef’s free hand and takes it, attempting to give Max a reassuring smile.

He sighs in defeat and holds the other hand. “For the record, I’m not doing this because you’re helping me. I don't need help. This is for the game,”

“What makes you think I’m doing it for you?”

Max shrugs and Chef rolls his eyes before starting off, practically dragging the two behind him as he speed-walks over to the other side of the cabins. 

---

CHEF: “What? I had a long day!”

---

As soon as they reach the other side, Max wheezes and collapses on the ground. 

(six points)

“And that’s your winning point, Anons! Safe for another day,” Chris grins, tossing away the microphone and tearing off his suit to reveal his usual clothes underneath. He walks over to where Max is huddled on the ground. “You might wanna take some alone time to wash that shame off, bud.”

---

JULIA: "Well, that went poorly. But in my defense, those geese really threw me off!"

---

“Fujoshis- you lived, you laughed, you loved, and you even lost! But only one of you is going home tonight. 

McLovin- Bonnie- Caesar- and Ass- you’re all safe. Courtney- you saved your dignity, but you failed to own up to your truth and cost your team a point. Mal- you scored, but you also showed your true colors and turned everyone against you- and Sha-Mod- you just plain failed, dude,” Chris chuckles. The three give each other nervous glances (even the Lightning picture quivers a bit in the breeze) as Chris continues. 

“Courtney… you’re safe,”

Courtney breathes a sigh of relief and catches her marshmallow. 

“And, finally…

The remaining marshmallow…

Goes to…

Our remaining camper…”

“JUST GET ON WITH IT!” Ass snaps. 

“Yeesh, dude. Just trying to create some suspense. Sha-Mod! You’re safe,”

Mal stands, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth. She marches over to Ass, shoving McLovin out of the way when he tries to stand between the two, and lunges. Chef grabs her just in time and hoists her over his shoulder. 

“YOU THINK THIS IS IT?! THIS ISN’T IT! THIS ISN’T OVER! I’M GONNA…” her voice fades as they go further and further down the docks. The Fujoshis stare at each other. 

“Did anyone get that?” Courtney asks. McLovin and Ass shrug. 

“Who will scream indistinctly next time? And who will stay to play another day? Find out next time, on Total! Takes! Island!”

---

ASS: "I guess I should've seen it coming. You know me- can't have one normal friend without something ridiculous happening. I still have some hope that I'll find someone on the island who isn't a total psychopath. But, hey... maybe I already have.

---

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. Happy New Year everyone! Wishing you all a happy and healthy 2023. This is a New Year’s Eve piece. Hope you all enjoy.

He was standing outside on one of the balconies, quietly reflecting on the year, taking a moment to himself away from all the lovely, but loud chaos of his family milling about inside, the crowd gathering now that he had finished recording his speech.

It had been quite the year. There were some real highs: their 15th wedding anniversary, his re-election, getting to take trips around the world again, including the US state visit, the World Cup (even if the finish proved ultimately disappointing). But there were some really low lows this year too, and the heavy weight of the world on his shoulders, especially as war was waging once again on the contient, devastation everywhere, it couldn’t help but colour his memories of the year.

"There you are!" Brigitte exclaimed, finally finding him. "Come back inside! It’s freezing out here," she commanded gently, always taking care of him.

He turned around and smiled at her, which despite his best efforts, didn’t reach his eyes. "I just needed a moment."

"What’s the matter, chéri?" she asked gently, now approaching him and wrapping her arms around his waist, trying to comfort him.

"I’m just reflecting on the year."

"Mhmm," she wordlessly encouraged, reaching out to press a quick, comforting kiss to his cheek.

"A lot of good happened this year, but I can’t stop thinking about all the bad too. A new year is supposed to be a fresh start, but you know as well as I do that tomorrow won’t be one for all the people freezing without power, or starving without food or -"

"Chéri," she cut him off before he could keep spiraling any further, pressing her finger to his lips gently to stop him. "We know that we can’t stop the suffering right now, all we can do is our best to help. You are doing more than your fair share."

"I just look at our grandchildren and -"

"I know. I see them too when I visit the kids in the hospitals we’ve taken in, or those in our schools. But I remind myself that there is always hope. And that’s what a new year means to me, hope."

"How did you get so wise?"

"I fell in love with a philosopher."

"You never needed me for anything."

"On the contrary, I need you for everything. I need you to get up in the morning, to smile, to breathe.

"You know, before I met you, I was a very anxious person -"

"Oh, come on."

"No! I was! Ask Sebastian, he’s old enough to remember. I worried about everything. And then, one day, I realized I had stopped."

"What happened?"

"You happened. I’m never worried now because I have you."

"Brigitte -"

"So. This new year will be hard, and will be sad, and challenging, and wonderful, and marvelous, and glorious. Good things will happen, and bad things will happen. But in each and every step of the way, I’ll be right there with you, by your side. Always and forever."

"We should probably go back in," he told her after a few moments of silence, wrapped up in each other.

"In a minute," she replied, snuggling further into him. "I just want to savour this a little longer."

A short time later, when they had made their way back into the living room, surrounded by their family as the countdown started, he pulled her into the corner, wrapped her tightly in his arms and whispered, "Happy New Year, mon cœur," before ringing in the new year locked in a passionate embrace.

Helloooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Happy new year to you too! ❤️

Manu being all thoughtful and reflecting on 2022... It sure was one hell of a year. Hell in good and bad way. But again, he has Brigitte to reasoning and calming him racing ideas/thoughts ❤️

Brigitte’s words on how much Emmanuel changed her, so beautiful 🥺🥰

Nothing like starting the new year on each other’s arms! 🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

[lyranova]

Hey, I am such a big fan of your work, especially on AO3! You introduced me to Vanzel and now I can’t stop shipping them! Vanessa is definitely my favorite character from BC, she’s just amazing!

Can I request a Nacht x Vanessa x Nozel love triangle story/one shot whatever you prefer? 💗

Hiya anon! Aww thank you so much, I’m so glad you’re a fan of my work 🥺💕! Gawkjwhw I’m glad I introduced you to Vanzel/Nozessa, one of my mutuals actually introduced me to it too and it’s a ship that I enjoy 🥰! Ooo a love triangle 👀? I’ll be honest I don’t write very many of these (mostly because I’m terrible at them) and this came out more like a Vanessa and Grey friendship fic with Nozel and Nacht in the background 😅. But I still hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 867

Warnings: None

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Vanessa groaned a bit as she flopped down onto her bed, she really found herself in a dilemma now. Why on earth did she do it? She could have easily said no, but for some reason didn’t want to hurt their feelings, now she found herself in a really tight spot.

What’s her dilemma? Trying to decide who she was going to go on vacation with. Her choices were; Nozel Silva or Nacht Faust.

Nozel had asked her earlier that morning what she was doing this weekend, and when she responded with ‘nothing’ he asked if she would like to go on a small vacation with him. She had been surprised by the invitation but gladly accepted it and the two made plans to go away for the weekend.

But when she returned to the Hideout, Nacht walked up to her and asked what she was planning to do for the weekend. She was confused and was about to answer when he suddenly, and bluntly, asked if she would like to go away with him for the weekend. It wouldn’t be far in case they were called out on a mission, but it would still be far enough that they wouldn’t be bothered.

Before she could stop herself she agreed to the vacation, and before she could back peddle or tell him that she would ‘think about it’ Nacht had smiled a bit and said ‘great, it’s a date then.’ before walking away.

Now…she was stuck between deciding who to pick.

“ I mean, Nozel did ask me first so he’s the obvious choice. But when Nacht asked he looked so shy that I couldn’t say no. Ugh, why did I freaking say yes to both of them?!” She groaned as she rolled to stare at the ceiling.

Vanessa knew both men had feelings for her, and sooner or later she would have to choose between them but…how could she choose when she had feelings for both?

She turned as someone knocked on her bedroom door, it opened slightly and she saw Grey poke her head in.

“ V-Vanessa…are you okay?” The shy woman asked as she looked at her friend, Vanessa sat up with a small smile and nodded.

“ Yeah I’m fine, just kinda got myself into a bit of a jam.” She admitted sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her head, Grey frowned before walking into the room, closing the door behind her, and sitting on the witches bed.

“ What’s going on? Did…did something happen?” She asked in concern, and Vanessa shook her head.

“ No, nothing happened, at least not yet.” She muttered and when the concern in Grey’s eyes only grew she explained the entire situation to her.

“ So,” Grey started slowly as Vanessa concluded her tale. “ You accidentally said ‘yes’ to both of them and now you can’t decide who to go with?”

“ Exactly.”

“ Why not…just go with both? Or lie and say you’re sick that day and just stay here? Or say you forgot and you made plans to go away with Finral?” Grey threw out suggestions left and right and that’s when Vanessa realized Grey was a pro at getting out of plans due to her shyness.

“ I don’t feel good about lying to them, and they’d both figure it out easily and would both probably want to come take care of me if I said I was sick.” She muttered. “ And while going on vacation with both sounds like a good idea at first, but then you realize both Nacht and Nozel can’t stand each other so it wouldn’t really be a vacation.” She added with a sigh.

“ But maybe…maybe the two of them would put aside their differences to make you happy? Since they both know just how much you n-need a vacation, maybe they’ll call a t-truce?” Grey suggested nervously and Vanessa frowned in thought.

It was true that she needed a vacation, and both men knew that which was why they had even suggested going away together, so maybe, just maybe, they would call a truce for this one weekend for her sake?

“ I dunno, but I guess…it’s worth a shot.” Vanessa admitted and Grey smiled.

“ True, if not then you can always lie and say you’re sick and very contagious so neither one can try to take care of you. Or maybe you could say you and I were called away on a m-mission?” Grey said, throwing out a few more suggestions, causing Vanessa to laugh before wrapping the woman in a hug.

“ Thanks for suggestions Grey, and if this doesn’t work out, then I’ll just tell them that you and I went on vacation together instead.” Vanessa told her with a wink, which made the other woman blush.

The next day Vanessa got both Nacht and Nozel together in one room and explained what happened and offered for the three of them to go on vacation together. At first both of them refused and threw snarky comments at each other, but once Vanessa told them that if they refused then she’d be going on vacation with Grey the two immediately stopped bickering and begrudgingly agreed that the three of them could all go on vacation together.

———

Thank you all so much for reading and i hope you all have a good day~!

[shawty-writes-a-little]

heyhey id love a charles xavier x reader with prompts “is that your seventh cup of coffee?” and “when is the last time you slept?” in which charles overworks himself again? soo if u have time and obviously want to write it id be v happy! :) tysm!

HELLO LOVELY here you go <3333 (Yeo anon don’t forget to drink water)

Just an hour

Charles Xavier x fem!reader

Prompt list request

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings: None just fluff

An: this was supposed to be a short Drabble 💀

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The corridors of x-mansion had fallen silent for quite some time, pin drop silence given everyone had gone to bed but Charles was still up burning the midnight oil as if time wasn’t going by at the slightest. Y/n tried to sneak up on him but he heard her, even her gentle footsteps on the hardwood floor.

She wrapped her arms around his torso as he softened under her warmth “Hello darling” Charles hummed kissing the knuckles of her palms that hugged him.

“Don’t ‘hello darling’ me why are you still up?” She questioned standing beside him.

Charles let out a sigh knowing she wouldn’t let it go. “Just some work, I’ll be with you soon enough.” Though disappointed with sudden lack of closeness he again pulled her closer to him by wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

It always so happened that Charles would be clingy when exhausted, he was a touchy expressive lover nonetheless but even more when he’s tried “It’s 3 am already you can finish this tomorrow.”

“I’m aware but I have to finish this thesis for today fingers crossed they actually consider it for once.” He scoffed as y/n felt bad about it, a lot of times it would happen that whenever he would spend days writing a thesis putting so much effort later the research team would disregard it because ‘mutation’ was a controversial subject. It was sad to watch him come back so dejected afterwards.

“I will help you with this tomorrow just come to bed right now it’s so late as it is and—“ Charles just nodded mindlessly sipping from his cup, caffeine of course. Y/n didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that, the whole room smelled of coffee. There were empty cups lying all around and he hadn’t slept a minute since the day before obviously that’s what’s kept him going. “Uh-is that your seventh cup of coffee?”

Charles was still just slightly nodding he expected her to go on with how he should go to bed but as stubborn as he was he liked to continue to finish his thesis. Y/n waited for him to respond as he came back to his sense, “Huh-“ he recollected what she asked him “Oh the coffee yes-um probably?” He looked around the room with all the empty that were more than seven.

Y/n took the current coffee cup he had in his hands away from him and placed it far on the table “You need to take a break this is not-“

“Love it’s quite alright it’s just one day I can finish this for now.” He argued but y/n wasn’t having any of it.

“This isn’t healthy at all you’re clearly overworking yourself!” Gently she took his hands in hers “Why don’t you take a break a small break-I’m not asking you to sleep and finish this in the morning just a break? Go to sleep for an hour at least?”

“I know you’re trying to trick me into sleeping and I appreciate you doing that but I can’t show up with incomplete thesis—“

“I’m not tricking you! I’ll set a timer and wake you up in an hour myself I promise!” She exclaimed as he sighed turning back to the scattered papers on the desk. “Just an hour! Please! It isn’t even much time and you would work better with a rested mine and—“

“Alright fine!” He interrupted her midway knowing y/n wouldn’t stop until he finally gave in. “But do wake me up” he reminded her as she nodded happily.

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The next morning Charles woke up by the sun rays beaming through the blinds with y/n close to him it felt like the most perfect place to be if only just for a moment. Soon he realised he woke up by the sun rays. The sun was already up, y/n didn’t wake him up from his sleep like she promised she would. He got tricked into this even after confirmed with her that she set the alarms. As much as he wanted to wake up y/n and tell her how cross he was with her right now she looked heavenly while asleep. He hated to ruin that peace and comfort on her face so he decided to postpone that for when she actually wakes up.

Getting out of bed he arranges the blanket over y/n again and goes back to his office. He was surprised how is desk wasn’t the same way he left it the other night, the table was arranged neatly, the coffee cups were gone moreover it didn’t look like there had happened a war in there. Y/n probably did that whilst they were talking he must’ve been too tried to notice it the other night.

On the centre of his desk he finds a well printed copy with the title of the thesis he had to present. Strange.

Charles opened it to find most of the first pages to be the ones he had written but he distinctly remembered he hadn’t yet completed it. The copy in his hands was a finished one. He skimmed through his parts and read the completed ones to him it seemed so well postured, even with a proper conclusion in the same pretext.

Joyed with the fact that he wouldn’t have to work on it for hours anymore it hit him. Y/n. Who else would’ve completed it for him? That’s why being a light sleeper y/n didn’t realise him slipping out of the bed this morning. Though hypocritical on her part, she forced him to retire to bed and probably stayed up the entire night to finish his work he thought.

Charles rushed back to their shared room and climbed back in the bed, showering her with kisses. “Good morning my love” He greeted as she fluttered her eyes.

Still tried she didn’t yet open her eyes completely and just nodded.

“Turns out my thesis is all completed.” He told her as she smiled a bit still half asleep. “That’s amazing!” Y/n said calmly suppressing a yawn.

“Do you by any chance know how that happened? Because from what I remember I hadn’t finished it.” Charles asked rhetorically snuggling her closer to him.

“Hmm? That’s weird maybe you woke up in your sleep?” Y/n joked burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I know you’re the one who stayed up to finish it.” Charles told her as she sighed flashing a small smile. “You shouldn’t have y/n now you’re going to be all tried-“

Y/n leaned in interrupting his lecture with a short kiss just then he pulled her closer again brushing his lips against hers, “You can still make your changes though consider mine as a rough draft”

“You have no idea how perfect it is I truly appreciate it-though its unwise you stayed up the entire night finishing it for me!”

“That’s rich coming from you” she raised a brow as Charles chuckled slightly. “Also shut the blinds I’m going back to sleep.”

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day in the life | njm

➸ request from anon; hihi cutie could you please write a vlog/day in the life of idol!jaemin with his cuties, hehe thank youuuu <3

➸ note; hi lovely thank u sm for this request!! thank u for waiting for so long, i started writing this before my dad died so i did struggle to go back to it a little, but i hope u love it!!

➸ word count; 2658 words

➸ chaeyeon; aged 12, yewon & jejun; aged 3

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‘Daddy,’ Jaemin awakens to the sound of a childlike voice in his ear. 

His eyes peel open to see his youngest daughter hovering over his face.

‘Oh, hi darling,’ he mumbles, holding out his arms and allowing her to fall onto his chest.

He turns to look at the clock, reading the numbers 7:02am. An acceptable time. 

‘Junie was asleep,’ she sighs.

‘Is Chae awake?’

‘Her door was closed.’

‘Probably asleep then,’ Jaemin hums, ‘did you sleep well?’

‘Yep,’ Yewon mumbles, ‘I had a nice dream, we went to Disney in Japan again and we went on Small World together.’

The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 

The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 

The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 

The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 

‘Alright my love, should we go and make some breakfast?’

Yewon gasped, ‘can we have pancakes?’

‘Hmm, I don’t know…’

‘Please, daddy,’ Yewon gives her best puppy eyes, pouting.

‘Ok, just because I love you,’ Jaemin kisses Yewon’s cheek, gently lifting her down to the ground and getting out of bed himself.

‘You wanna go wake your sister?’

‘Yeah!’ 

Yewon swiftly toddles to the other side of the house, stopping in front of her older sister’s room. The two of them enter, and Yewon rockets towards Chaeyeon’s bed. 

‘Wake her gently,’ Jaemin whispers, knowing how agitated his pre-teen would get if her toddler sister jumped on her head first thing in the morning.

‘Sis,’ Yewon shakes Chaeyeon’s shoulder. 

‘What, Yewonnie?’ Chaeyeon mumbles. 

‘Time to get up for school, sweetheart,’ Jaemin feels bad for waking her up, knowing the pain from his own high school days.

‘Ok,’ she begins stretching, reaching around for her phone.

‘We’re going to make pancakes, so come down once you’re dressed.’

‘Alright dad.’

Jaemin keeps an eye on Yewon while she watches TV and he makes pancakes. 

Yewon is old enough to recognise the smell of nearly done pancakes, and toddles into the kitchen. 

‘You know when food’s ready, don’t you,’ Jaemin chuckles to himself, ‘what do you want on them?’

‘Syrup please!’ Yewon squeals, hauling her small body up onto the chair. 

‘Oh, ok, just a little bit ok?’ 

Chaeyeon joins them not long later, fully dressed with her hair already done.

Jaemin places her own plate in front of her, pancakes covered in fruit and a small amount of sugar.

Jaemin then goes to wake up Yewon’s twin brother Jejun so he can also eat breakfast.

‘Pancakes?’ He had lisped, holding up his hands and asking to be carried.

Once Jejun was in his seat and Chaeyeon had an eye on the twins, Jaemin’s next job was to wake you up.

‘I’ll get Chae to school,’ you murmur, rubbing your eyes, ‘can you watch the twins?’

‘Of course love,’ he holds the back of your head and lightly kisses your forehead, ‘they’ve all had breakfast. Just throw something comfy on. I’ll sort shoes and everything.’

‘You’re perfect.’

‘I try my best,’ Jaemin grins, letting you start getting dressed.

Once he reached the kitchen again, both of the girls had finished eating and Chaeyeon was tidying away the plates and cutlery. Jejun was still eating.

’Thank you Chae,’ Jaemin smiles, ‘mum/mom’s just getting ready so meet her at the front door and she’ll get you to school.’

‘Kay, thank you for breakfast dad.’

‘You’re welcome angel, just have a good day, alright?’

‘I will!’

You and Chaeyeon leave not long later, leaving Jaemin with the two youngest.

‘Come on, let’s get you cuties dressed.’

From a few years practice, he manages to carry both toddlers at once to their shared bedroom.

By the time you’ve finished your school run, the twins are dressed and Jaemin has done quite a good job. 

’Nooo!’ Jaemin whines when the two of them begin toddling towards the door you’re standing in, showing fake hurt at being abandoned.

He gently grabs the nearest twin, Yewon by the waist and pulls her to him.

’Not so fast!’ He exclaims, tickling her sides prompting her to begin squealing.

‘Yewonnie!’ Jejun giggles, racing back to Jaemin and trying to free his sister.

’Stop tormenting them,’ you laugh as you kick your shoes off, ‘come on, you two, daddy’s got to get ready for his schedule.’

’No,’ the twins whined, ‘why?’

‘I have a photoshoot, babies,’ he explains, gathering them in his arms and holding them by their waists, ‘but I won’t be too long. I’ll be home by dinner time, and we can eat whatever you want!’

‘Dino nugs?’ Jejun suggests.

‘Dino nugs it is,’ Jaemin grins, ‘but you’ll only have dino nuggies if you’re good for mummy/mommy, okay?’

‘Okay, I promise I will,’ Jejun smiles.

Jaemin’s heart aches as he gets dressed. Yewon follows him up to your bedroom, playing with a plushie she found while he goes from room to room getting ready.

‘What are the pictures for?’ she asks, curious about his photoshoot. 

’They’re for a magazine, Yewonnie,’ Jaemin explains, stroking stray black hairs out of her face.

‘Will you be on the front again?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be on the front with uncles,’ Jaemin beams, ‘so I have to go and take the photos!’

‘I’ll miss you until you come back dada,’ she pouts, ‘I’ll be stuck with mummy/mommy.’

‘Hey,’ Jaemin giggles, ‘that’s mean.’

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All day long Jaemin thinks about his babies. What kind of day Chaeyeon was having at school, whether Yewon was behaving herself, which toy helicopter was Jejun’s favourite today.

Once his shoot is over, he calls you.

‘Jaem,’ you answer.

‘Hi baby,’ he grins, even though you can’t see it, ‘we’ve just finished up, so I’ll be on my way home in a few minutes.’

‘Great,’ you sigh without realising it.

‘Long day sweetheart?’ He questions, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘I’m just tired, you don’t need to worry about me,’ you hum, ‘the little ones have really took the life out of me today.’

‘Did they not behave?’

‘No, it’s not that, they’ve just been running round like crazy, didn’t want to stop playing when we had to go pick Chae up..’

‘I’ll make them dinner as soon as I get in the house, and you can have a bath,’ you can almost picture Jaemin’s face live in your mind, bare face and tired eyes, if his deep slurred tone is anything to go by.

‘I should really be offering you that,’ you laugh, considering his hard day at work.

’No, you’re the real hard worker here,’ Jaemin argues, ‘I just took some photos today, you looked after the babies.’

‘Oh, I hear Jun calling for me,’ you yawn, ‘I’ll see you soon Jaem.’

‘See you sweetheart,’ the call clicks off, and you’re left to deal with Jejun’s problem.

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As soon as Jaemin comes through the front door, his youngest girl comes hurtling towards him.

‘Daddy!’ She yells, giggling when he scoops her up into his arms and hugs her tightly.

‘Princess!’

‘Dada,’ Jejun toddles behind her, ‘have you got dino nugs?’

‘Let him get through the door Jun,’ you chuckle as you appear from behind them. Jaemin gets the urge to come up to you and give you his attention, but he knows that he must attend to his needy babies first. 

‘Dino nuggies coming right up little ones,’ he grins, and the twins squeal and run back up to their bedroom.

‘Are you sure you don’t want me to put the dinner in? You should go shower,’ you begin fussing over him, hands flying around in his hair and around his face.

‘I’m just fine sweetheart,’ he smiles, ‘like i said on the phone,’ he kisses the palm of your hand, ‘go run yourself a nice bath.’

You realise that he won’t back down, so you press a kiss to his cheek, ’thank you.’

You disappear up the stairs as Jaemin begins gathering the items he needs to make dinner, including the dinosaur nuggets for the twins, rice, as well as the ingredients for the soup. 

‘Hi sweetheart,’ he greets Chaeyeon who is sitting at the kitchen counter doing some homework.

‘Hey dad, how was your photoshoot?’

‘Long,’ he sighs, ‘but good. I think we got some good photos. Your uncles were asking about you.’

‘Oh really? They ok? How’s little Sanghoon?’ She asks, referring to Jeno’s one year old son.

‘Yeah, just asking how all of you are and how big you are now and stuff like that. I did ask, apparently he’s talking moe and more everyday.’

’That’s crazy, I remember when he was just born.’

’Tell me about it,’ Jaemin smiles, ‘anyway how was school?’

‘Alright,’ Chaeyeon purses her lips, ‘got assigned a ton of homework. Mrs Cha is a sadist, I’m telling you she wants to see me suffer.’

Jaemin laughs, ‘you’re funny Na Chaeyeon. I would offer you help but I don’t think you’d want that.’

‘I don’t think Mrs Cha would want that either.’

‘I can’t argue with that.’

You reappear when dinner is a few minutes away from being ready.

‘Something smells nice,’ you comment, stumbling towards Jaemin and giving him a quick kiss.

‘Gross!’ Chaeyeon shrieks, causing you and Jaemin to start laughing.

You round up the twins from where they’re playing in the living room as Jaemin is dishing out the banchans. 

The five of you tuck in, and you spend most of the dinner asking the twins not to play with their food when they begin making their dinosaur nuggets fight.

Chaeyeon goes back to her homework while you and Jaemin bath the twins separately (together is just too much chaos). 

‘Daddy, please can you read us a story?’ Jejun asks as they climb into their own beds on either side of the bedroom.

‘Which one do you want?’

‘Caterpillar!’

‘The zoo!’

‘We can’t read both!’ Jaemin exclaims, and the twins groan.

‘How about the very hungry caterpillar tonight and the zoo tomorrow?’ Jaemin suggests, hoping to appease them. 

‘Ok,’ they drone, burying themselves under the covers. 

‘Ok so,’ Jaemin settles on the floor between their beds, ‘in the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf.’

Yewon falls asleep practically during the first sentence, but Jejun manages to stick it out until the end.

‘The end,’ Jaemin concludes, gently closing the book and placing it back on the bookshelf. Jejun silently waits for Jaemin to come back and give him a kiss goodnight.

‘Night little one,’ he gives Jejun a kiss, ‘I love you.’

‘Love you too daddy,’ Jejun mumbles, settling further into the covers and closing his eyes.

Jaemin makes his way to the opposite side of the room, where he kisses Yewon on the forehead, mumbling a ‘goodnight, love you.’

He turns the lamp off, so that the only light left in the room is from the twin’s respective nightlights. He leaves the door open ajar so that you’ll hear them if they need you or they can leave the room if they have to.

You and Chaeyeon are both sprawled out on opposite ends of the sofa, Chaeyeon having finished some homework and her chore for the night, washing the dinner dishes.

‘Any room for me?’ Jaemin asks cheekily.

You move your legs away from the middle of the couch, allowing Jaemin to sit down in between you. Once he’s settled you move your feet back onto his lap, and he pats your ankles affectionately.

Chaeyeon plays around on her phone while you and Jaemin focus on the TV, watching a rerun of some reality show you don’t really care too much for. Jaemin draws circles on your bare ankles absentmindedly, eyes occasionally fluttering shut.

‘Gonna go upstairs,’ Chaeyeon announces after a while.

‘Ok, love, we’ll come say goodnight when we come up,’ you tell her, and when she leaves the room, you shift around on the sofa, moving so you can snuggle into Jaemin’s side, feeling the heat radiate from him.

Jaemin just smirks before kissing your hair gently, ‘tired?’

‘A little,’ you admit, ‘feel better after the bath though.’

‘I would’ve liked to have joined you,’ he says and you laugh.

‘One of these days,’ you hum, ‘not a chance now when there’s all these little ones in the house.’

‘It’s our wedding anniversary in a few weeks,’ Jaemin points out, ‘maybe we should book a weekend away or something. Kids can stay with mum/mom and dad.’

‘Good idea,’ you agree, ‘I think your parents would love that, actually. I think they really miss the kids.’

Jaemin sighs, ‘I miss the kids too.’

You smile sadly, ‘you work so hard for them. They know that.’

‘I know, everything I do is for them. But sometimes I just wish that being an idol didn’t mean I had to miss out on so much of their days. It feels like I’m only here in the morning when they go to school and at night when they go to bed. I miss all the in between things. Sometimes I’m not even there at all.’

You spend a few moments thinking of what to say, ‘Jaem-‘

‘I know, it’s just how it is,’ he smiles, beginning to stroke your hair, ‘I’m thinking about reducing the hours I spend at practice. Be here more.’

’They need you Jae-‘

‘You and the kids need me more. This is what I want.’

‘Okay,’ you whisper, smiling when he moves his hands to cradle your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and then to your lips.

‘I will, however, be booking that weekend away,’ his face suddenly brightens up, ‘we should do Jeju!’

‘We’ll decide properly tomorrow,’ you laugh.

You watch some more TV for a while, Jaemin occasionally turning to kiss your head or tapping his fingers where they rest on your hips absentmindedly.

‘Wanna go up to bed?’ Jaemin asks when he notices your eyes beginning to droop shut.

‘Yeah, we’ll say goodnight to Chae.’

The two of you ascend the stairs, briefly stopping by the twin’s room. Jaemin sticks his head around the door, heart pinching at the adorable sight of his two youngest, fast asleep, both clutching their respective plushies.

’They’re asleep,’ Jaemin whispers when he comes back around. 

You then gently knock on Chaeyeon’s door.

‘Come in,’ she calls, and you enter to see her sitting on her bed with her laptop.

‘We’re off to bed Chaeyeon-ah,’ Jaemin announces, we’ve come to say goodnight.’

‘Oh, goodnight dad,’ she closes her laptop and pushes it aside.

‘Goodnight angel,’ Jaemin leans down to give her a hug and kiss.

‘Goodnight sweetheart,’ you do the same.

‘Night mama.’

‘Go to bed soon, it’s a school night.’

‘Will do.’

You close her door, leaving you and Jaemin alone. You let out a big yawn, which then sets Jaemin off.

‘We should go to sleep too,’ he suggests.

‘You haven’t showered yet,’ you protest, worried about him and his needs.

‘I’ll do it in the morning,’ he knows he likely won’t have time and that one of the little ones will likely wake him early, but he just wants to crawl into bed with you.

You’re too exhausted to argue, so you just start your trudge into your bedroom. You begin peeling your clothes of the day off immediately, earning you a squeeze on your bare waist by Jaemin, which you squirm at.

He just throws his shirt into the washing basket, burying himself under the covers, and holding his arms out for you. 

’Goodnight sweetheart,’ Jaemin hums, kissing your forehead.

‘Goodnight Jaem,’ you move your head to kiss at where you can reach, being his chin.

And the two of you drift off, knowing you’d have to do it all again tomorrow.

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Don't Do it Again

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jackman better stop being out in this streets acting as if he isn't a whole married man 🤭🤭

Synopsis: You find Jack's wedding ring on the bathroom counter and you make it your mission to get it back on his finger and tell him to not forget it again

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by a cutie pie anon of mine!

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You woke up to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the place beside you empty. 

You remembered that Jack had mentioned wanting to get to the studio early and that he would probably be gone by the time you woke up.

You absolutely hated waking up early and was thankful that he had let you sleep.

You glanced down at your phone to see that he had sent you a text and you instantly smiled.

Smush- I know you’ll see this when you wake up so I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I’ll see you later

You- I love you more stink 🥰😘

The plan was to spend the day with your big sister Danielle since she would be here for a few days and her flight would be landing around 2 so you still had plenty of time.

The comforter was thrown to the side as you climbed out of bed and made your way to the bathroom wanting to get ready for the day.

You were grabbing your toothbrush until you saw that the ring dish which would hold your wedding rings was occupied.

Which usually never happened.

You did a double take to make sure you were seeing this right and sure enough Jack’s wedding ring was staring you right back in your face and clearly not on his finger.

“He got me fucked all the way up. Imma kick his ass.” You muttered to yourself as you continued to get ready.

Once you were satisfied with the way your hair turned out, you slipped Jack’s ring on your right hand even though it was a little too big for you and hopped into your car speeding towards the studio.

It only took you about twenty minutes even with traffic. You parked near the entrance so that you wouldn’t have to walk far and began to make your way inside.

The receptionist alerted you to where your husband was and you said a quick thank you before making your way down the hallway.

Once you reached your destination, you swung the door open and all eyes immediately went to you.

Jack was currently in the booth and stopped mid-sentence when he saw you.

“Oh shit, Jack I don’t know what you did but….. Your wife does not look happy.” Drake said before coming over to greet you.

“Hey, long time no see.” You gave him a quick hug before giving your husband the evil eye.

“Hey!”

“Just don’t hurt him too bad.”

“No promises. I’m about to kick his ass. JACKMAN COME HERE NEOW!”

“Damn. Full government.”

“Babe, what is going on?!” Jack asked, clearly confused, coming out of the booth and coming over to you.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on! Square up right now!” You replied, balling up your tiny fist.

“Here she go being violent as usual.”

“Urban Henry, not now!”

“Why you have to say my full name too? I didn’t even do anything!”

“You’re the best friend and left with him this morning so you are guilty by association.”

“What in the world are we squaring up for?! Are you even going to tell me what I did?” Jack asked, still confused and not understanding what was happening. 

“It’s what you aren’t wearing!” You exclaimed before crossing your arms. 

“Wait, what? What am I not wearing?”

You simply held up his wedding ring and he did a double take to look down at his bare ring finger.

“Oh shit.” You heard Urban say as he grabbed his bag of chips, opening them and watching the scene unfold in front of him.

“You mean to tell me you over here acting outta pocket because I forgot to put my ring back on?”

“Yes! You’re married aren’t you?! So act like it!”

“Well, are you going to give it to me?! You came over here to give it to me I’m assuming.”

“Nah, fight me first for acting as if you’re available to all the ladies in Atlanta! Stop getting smart with me! The blogs would eat that shit up and I will put someone six feet under if they think they can get my man. You are very much taken or did you forget?”

“Baby! You are barely 5’4 on a good day, sit your ass down somewhere. I didn’t forget anything!”

“See now that was disrespectful and you didn’t have to bring my height into it.”

“Calling it like I see it baby.”

“And you’re about to see my fist knock you upside your head!”

“But we’ve seen her in action, she will show no mercy to the first girl who says something.”

“Thank you Shloob.” You said while looking over at him.

“Shloob, you scared of Y/N we all know.” Quiiso said while laughing. 

“And yall are fucking stupid if you aren’t.”

“Now, I’m really going to have to kick your ass.” You stepped closer to Jack but not before he simply picked you up and was holding you in the air.

“Hey! Put me down!” You exclaimed while attempting to get a hold of him but failing miserably.

“Not a chance.”

“You aren’t being fair! How am I supposed to teach you a lesson if I’m in the air?!”

“And you need to calm your tiny ass down and give me my ring.”

“Jack, are you seriously holding her up in the air like that?” Drake asked before busting out laughing at him holding you as you were kicking your feet.

“Her little ass needs to calm down and take her ass on.”

“JACKMAN I AM CALLING MAGGIE IF YOU DO NOT PUT ME DOWN!”

“How when your phone is in your purse because your outfit doesn’t have any pockets?”

“URBANNNNN HELP ME!”

“Nah, I’m guilty by association, remember? You’ll be okay. Jack, hold her up longer.”

“I see imma have to kick Urby’s ass too. BABYYYYY COME ON!”

“If I put you down, you promise to act like you got some sense?”

“Yes! I’m getting lightheaded damn it!”

Jack was slowly putting you back down and kissed your forehead while you had your arms crossed.

“My ring, please.”

You slowly slid it onto his ring finger and all he was doing was smirking down at you.

“Love you baby girl.”

“Hmph, I guess I love you too. Don’t do it again.” You said while crossing your arms and pouting.

“Hold up, you guess?”

“Isn’t that what I said?!”

“You better think long and hard about the next thing you’re about to say to me because I have no problem taking you in the bathroom and tearing your ass up right now.”

“WILL YOU TWO CHILL FOR FIVE MINUTES?!”

“You know they never can. I’ve just learned to accept it at this point.”

“Well, Mrs. Harlow?”

“I said I guess I love you too. I didn’t stutter.”

All Jack did was let out a light laugh before smirking down at you.

“Go out the door and go to the left, now.”

“Are yall serious?!”

“We’re almost done and I definitely won’t be long.  Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“You won’t be long because you can’t….”

“Can’t what?! Say it with your chest since you wanna be out here choosing violence.”

“She was about to say you won’t be long because you can’t last long!”

“URBAN SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY’D YOU TELL HIM?!”

“I thought I was helping you out?! You chose violence today so you might as well go all the way!”

Jack then wrapped his left hand around your neck and you immediately whimpered.

“Alright, who wants to go get food so they can fuck each other’s brains out and we can finish what we have to do?” Drake asked and everyone immediately got up and followed behind him.

Once everyone was out of earshot Jack turned his attention back to you.

“Oh, you mighty quiet now, huh?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I plan on doing. Your ass will not to be able to walk when I’m done with you. Since you wanna get smart with me, I need those clothes off now. Maybe I should forget to put my wedding ring back on more often.”

“If you do, I am definitely kicking your ass and telling Maggie.”

“And how’d that work out for you today?”

“Jackman Thomas, do not test me.”

“Nah, I’ll just test how many rounds you can go before tapping out.”

Jack suddenly looked down at you and then paused.

“What?” You asked him and he immediately rolled his eyes.

“You made such a big deal out of me not wearing my ring and look at your fucking finger.”

You looked down to see that yours was bare and had a look of confusion on your face.

You had taken it off to take a shower and never put it back on before leaving the house.

“Wait, babe….”

“I ain’t waiting for shit! I’m really about to tear your ass up now!”

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