#and she asked about his waist and health and he reassured us hes alright and he really did go see a doctor.... it really mustve gotten bad

[aviscarrentals]

Yelp • Chapter 1 ls2

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words: 1.5k

warnings: cursing, implied off"screen" deaths, injury/blood, implied character death

notes: this first chapter is mostly just exposition (and a little sad i know), but at the very end you get a sneak peak of the action before everything turns totally cray. (there will be more defined logan x parker in the future chapters as well.) parker is supposed to be the "reader" character. i decided to use a gender-neutral name instead of y/n because that's not my thing. she/her pronouns and feminine descriptions are used, but her gender is not a major plot point at all, so you can totally still read this imagining parker however you want. i hope you enjoy!

“God, it’s so weird just going right back to school like nothing’s even happened,” Parker started.

“Yeah,” Logan agreed. “Five fucking kids are dead, but science! Calculus! English!” he finished mockingly.

“Well, four,” Oscar corrected him, Lily nodding along.

Logan let out a large exhale and nodded. “Crazy he survived that shit considering how fucked up the rest of them were.”

“Well, you know what they say about quiet kids,” Arthur chimed in. The other five immediately turned to look at him in confusion.

“What?” Fred questioned incredulously.

“What?” Arthur demanded. “They’re like actually really cool and badass and stuff.”

“Huh?” Logan inquired with a furrowed brow. “I thought the thing was that they’re like… kinky and shit.”

“Mate, what the fuck?” Arthur responded defensively. “Why would I say that?”

“Well, that’s like the thing people say,” Logan bickered. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but I’ve never heard anyone say that in my entire life.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Arthur retorted, making them all burst out into laughter for a brief moment before they all returned to a somber silence when they remembered the conversation that led them here in the first place.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to class?” Logan pressed, his pleading tone making it obvious that he was asking for his own sake instead of his girlfriend’s.

“No,” Parker laughed him off, pushing his chin off of her shoulder and his arms from around her waist. “The health room is all the way on the other side of the building. You’ll be late. Again.”

“Yeah, well-” Logan began to protest before his newest complaint was interrupted by a loud crack behind him that made the both of them jump. They turned around to see Zhou Guanyu staring back at them guiltily.

“Sorry,” he started to apologize “I just dropped-”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Logan interrupted, as Parker reached down to pick up the textbook that fell from his locker.

“Thank you,” he said with a shy smile when she handed it back to him.

“No problem,” she reassured him, returning the expression. “It’s the least I can do, especially considering…” She trailed off, instead gesturing to his left arm which was fully encased in a sling.

After a moment of awkward silence, the girl spoke up again. “Um, what class do you have next? I can help you carry your things,” she offered.

“Bio,” he answered, “but it’s alright,” the boy quickly added. “It’s not far, I wouldn't want you to go out of your way-”

“No, that’s perfect,” she interrupted. “I’ve got psych first period, so I’m headed to the science wing too,” she explained, lifting the heavy load from his hands, right as the morning bell rang.

“Alright,” Logan said, leaning over his girlfriend’s shoulder to give her an instinctual kiss on the cheek. “I better get going. If I’m late to Mrs. K’s class one more time I think she might beat me to death with one of the CPR dummies.”

Parker immediately bore her eyes into her boyfriend’s soul at his word choice, the poor boy not remembering his audience until the words had already left his mouth. Looking like a deer in headlights, he simply turned around and scurried off.

“Sorry,” Parker apologized once she turned back to Zhou, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” he said, chuckling.

“Shit, we better get going or we’ll be late too.”

“You guys know Zhou, right?” Parker asked the group in front of her as she led the incapacitated boy to her customary lunch spot under the oak trees in the school courtyard. The two were met with a chorus of “yeah”s and welcomes.

“I hope it’s okay that I sit with you guys today,” he asked timidly.

“Yeah, great to have you, man,” Liam assured him as Lily reached across the table to relieve Parker of the extra lunch tray.

“Didn’t we have trig together last year, mate?” Dennis piped up to ask him.

“Um… I’m not sure. I don’t think I would recognize you in class,” the bashful boy responded, leading to a roaring bout of laughter from the crowd.

“Goddamn! He got your ass, Hauger,” Jack said through a fit of childish giggles.

As the conversation continued, Parker couldn’t help but notice that one of the usual members of their crew was missing. “Hey, babe,” she said as she nudged her boyfriend’s rib to get his attention.

“What?”

“Where’s Paul?” she asked, concerned. “He said he was coming to school when I checked in on him yesterday,” the girl recalled.

“Yo, Bearman,” Logan called quietly to the younger boy sitting across from them.

“What’s up?” Ollie questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Have you seen Paul at all today? Did he change his mind about coming in?”

“No, he’s here,” Ollie informed the couple. “I think he probably just wants some time to himself right now. Usually…” he trailed off.

Parker and Logan nodded in understanding. Usually Paul wasn’t the only Aron present at the lunch table.

“How are you holding up?” Parker inquired, giving the boy’s hand a gentle squeeze. Paul had lost a brother, but Ollie had lost the next best thing. His best friend. “I’m alright, thanks for asking,” he replied a little too quickly, flitting his eyes away from the couple before abruptly turning to rejoin the ongoing conversation to his right.

Logan and Parker shared a sad glance, but decided it was better to leave the boy be. Paul probably wasn’t the only one who needed space.

“So,” Arthur’s voice rang out, gathering everyone’s attention. “We’ve got Wednesday off, what say you all we hang at my place tomorrow night.”

“OMG! Sleepover!” Jack shrieked in a high pitched voice, eliciting a few snorts from the kids surrounding him.

“Shut up, Doofus,” Arthur shouted at him playfully.

“That’s not my name, Lecdumbass,” the other boy snapped back, overdramatically rolling his eyes in jest.

“Anyways…” Arthur hollered over his friends’ audible amusement, attempting to gather their attention again. “Is everybody in? You too, Guanyu,” he clarified, to which the meek boy simply nodded, much to the others’ delight. “Awesome!”

As everyone else agreed to the plan, Jack interrupted once again. “Can’t. My parents have been totally freaking out over all this shit. You know how they are. So, unfortunately, the only party I will be attending is Doohan family game night hosted at 15 Fairview Road. Sorry, gang.”

“Well, hope you have fun playing Scrabble with Mummy tonight,” Liam teased.

“Yeah,” Dennis joined in sarcastically, “maybe if you’re lucky she’ll let you have a scoop of chocolate ice cream too. With sprinkles!”

“Alright, fuck you all, I’m out of here,” Jack countered, beginning to gather his things in perfect unison with the end-of-lunch bell.

“Bye-bye, Doofenshmirtz!” Parker called to the boy’s back.

“See ya when Mama Doohan lets you out of your cage again,” her boyfriend added with a big grin, made even wider when Jack simply flipped them off as he continued walking away.

Dennis had worked his ass off all summer. He wanted that spot on the team and he wanted it bad. So, in the month leading up to tryouts, he had to keep up his training. And if Coach saw how dedicated he was maybe that would benefit him too.

After another grueling workout under the hot September sun, Dennis made his way back to the empty locker room. He could smell, see, feel, and taste the sweat on his body, making him strip off his soaked through shirt before the door had even fully closed behind him. He needed a shower ASAP.

All of a sudden, he felt the air knocked out of his lungs as his back hit the ground, letting out a strident wheeze. He laid there for a moment, groaning in pain and sweating even harder than before. Wait, no. That wasn’t sweat…

The boy wearily lifted his head off the ground, still recovering from the harsh impact of his fall, only to see the entire floor of the room flooded.

“What the fuck?” he sighed out with the little breath he was able to collect.

He slowly lifted himself back to his feet, ignoring his spinning head, until he looked down at where he had been only to be greeted by a river of pink floating in the shallow water. He reached his fingers to softly touch the back of his throbbing head and was immediately met with an intense pain and sticky, red blood covering his hand.

The boy sluggishly stumbled forward toward the sinks in order to better assess the situation and clean his open wound. The only sounds he could make out were his laboured breaths and the splashes of his feet meeting the puddles beneath him. Splish. Splash. Splish. Splash. Splish. He paused for a moment as the world spun around him.

Splash.

But the sound of that extra step behind him didn’t register in time for him to save himself.

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[rqs902]

[ENG SUB] Lin Mo's phone call to a fan 

Lin Mo pretends to sell insurance and is recognized within a second. He urges fans to take care of their health. // 林陌卖保险秒被认出 嘱咐粉丝注意身体

Lin Mo sings Mr. Tyger’s 《To The Future》

Can we please talk about how you can tell how much he honestly cared for her and gently comforted her when she started choking up, just as much as she cared for him as she checked up on his health, encouraged him, and gave him time to show off his singing (which he has said he wanted to do but rarely gets the chance to)? This is so heartwarming, I’m so happy she did this for him. AND LIN MO SANG THE CHORUS OF MR. TYGER’S “TO THE FUTURE” -- THANK YOU FOR SHARING HIS VOICE IN THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG 

[avenging-fandoms]

dancing in the moonlight with chris <3

you vowed to chris you’d always be up when he got home from work, but it was 2 in the morning and you were exhausted from running around all day with work, errands, and your 4 year old. you felt guilty leaving her at a daycare, knowing you weren’t doing anything. you also didn’t want your friends to watch her because you didn’t want them to see you out doing things and get mad and inconvenience them.

so, you ran around. all day. chris had called you a few times to check up on you because he saw the articles online of you and katie online, and nasty comments. “did you read any of them?” chris asked on the phone and you pick at the fluff on the blanket.

“no..” you trail off your sentence and chris sighs, and you close your eyes. “okay, maybe i did”

“honey, why do you do that? i know you when you read those comments, you get in your head and shut me out. nothing they say is right. i love you and only you, for the rest of my life” chris reassured you and you started to cry.

“they said.. that you left me for ana cause she’s younger and hotter and not a mom, and that i’m now a bad, single mom. who looks pregnant” you tried to hold in a sob as tears flowed heavy down your cheeks.

“none.. absolutely none of that is true. you know that. and you look pregnant, because you are” you nod. “i’ll be home in a couple of hours, we can talk more then, okay? try to relax, stress isn't good for that boy in your belly”

“alright” you sniffle. “i love you, chris”

“i love you so much more, my girl. i’ll see you soon” you both hung up and you locked your phone, putting it on the coffee table and snuggling under the blanket. it was 11, and you wanted to wait up for chris, just like always.

so there you were, eye lids heavy as you tried to stay awake as the clock change times, all until now, the last time you saw was 2:14am before your body turned off and fell asleep.

chris tip toed in quietly at 2:43, locking the door and smiling as he sees the tv on a low volume, flashing on your sleeping body. chris turned off the tv and brushed your hair out of your face. you squirmed and blinked your eyes open, smiling and stretching up at your husband. your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands held your butt and he picked you up off the couch.

“oh my girl, i missed you so much” he mumbled into your neck, kissing up your jaw. he set you down and held your face, kissing you deeply as you held onto his biceps. “how are you?”

“tired” you smile and link your fingers with his, his nose touching yours. “you?”

“exhausted. but you know what i’m talking about when i ask how you are" his voice was calm, soft, and you broke down again, burying your face in his chest. chris's arms wrapped tightly around you, rubbing your back.

"why do they hate me so much?" you sob, chris kissing your head, swaying softly.

"because they're jealous of us, how happy we are and how in love we are" you pulled away from him and wiped your eyes. "look at me" chris's finger touched under your chin and tilted your head up. "you.. are the only woman i see myself with. you are my reason i live, breathe, and work my ass off every day because you push me to be better" you sniffle and chris's thumb wipes your tears. "you and katie are my heart and soul, and everything is for you. and our son in your stomach"

chris's hand rest on your belly and you put your hand on top of his, leaning up and kissing him. "thank you. i'm sorry for being like this"

"honey stop apologizing, okay? none of this is your fault" you nod and he kisses your forehead. "i think it's a good idea to deactivate from social media for a while. give yourself a mental health break from everything" you nod again and chris pulled out his phone, taking a minute before playing your first dance song.

you smile and wrap your arms around his waist, his arms around your back as you both swayed. the floor was cold underneath your bare feet, the moon the only light illuminating your dance floor.

chris hummed along to the song, the vibrations and his heart beat calming you down. you grab his hand and bring it to your mouth, resting on his chest in front of you.

you were grateful for chris, ever since the beginning of your relationship. you knew what you were getting into dating one of the hottest stars ever, you knew fans were ruthless. you thought you had it handled, but it never stopped.

the song had ended and chris kissed you softly. "let's go to bed, baby mama" you giggle and chris taps your butt as he followed you up to the room, but not before giving his baby girl a kiss goodnight.

you brushed your teeth and settled in bed as you waited for chris. he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth, changing into just his underwear. he slid into bed next to you, kissing you and your belly before rolling over and draping an arm over your waist.

you bit your lip and turned your brightness all the way down, going on twitter to deactivate your account and you saw chris had posted on twitter and instagram.

on twitter, he posted a picture of him kissing you while holding katie as a baby. "my beautiful wife, the mother of my child. the only one i love, and no one can break my love i have for her. she is my heart and soul, just like our katie"

on instagram, it was a picture of your wedding. smiling, shoving cake in one another's mouths. this caption was much longer than the twitter one. "the amount of disgusting comments i see about my wife, our relationship or nasty rumors about us are heartbreaking. i know there are fans that know better. i have never loved anything more than i love my wife and my daughter. to have strangers try and guess our lives is just disrespectful. if you respect me, you respect my family, because they are the reason i breathe. so please, stop with the hate on my family"

and he turned the comments off. you deactivated your twitter and instagram, turning your phone off and rubbing up and down chris's arm until you fell asleep. peacefully, quietly, and full of love.

[sincerelyella]

I already requested this from someone else but I love your writing so much and I wanted to request this from you too! After Olivia’s kiss in book 1 in Lythikos, Liam just breezed over it and it wasn’t brought up again. But what if he kissed Ella to prove to her he doesn’t have moment with anyone else?

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Drake x MC

Summary: Olivia kisses Liam and Ella sees and gets very insecure.

A/N: Thank you for this Anon! I love getting requests. Ya'll really make my day with these. Hope you like it!

A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles prompt will be in bold (the correct prompt - I’m a mess!)

@ofpixelsandscribbles and @alyssalauren thank you for prereading, and Lis, for coming up with this title. To @ao719 thank you for reassuring me about the pinky promise. Love you guys!

Warnings: maybe some angst

Words: 1672

Ella and Liam switched partners during the Cordonian waltz in Lythikos.

“Little Blossom, you’re doing gr-”

The crowd around her gasped, Maxwell stopped mid-sentence and gawked. Ella turned and saw Liam and Olivia in the middle of a kiss. Ella’s chest ached, her stomach churned and her eyes welled with tears. She quickly blinked it away, she was not going to cry in front of the entire court.

“El, you okay?”

She vaguely heard Max speaking to her. “I … yes, I’m fine. But I’m a little tired, so I'm going to go to my room.”

“Okay!” He leaned down and kissed her on her head. “I’ll see you later Blossom!”

Max had no idea how that kiss affected her and that’s how she wanted it. She squeezed her friend’s arm and slipped through the crowd to her room.

A little while later, Ella answered her door and there stood Drake with a vase of red rose blossoms in his arms. There was a note hidden in the bouquet from Liam asking to meet him in his suite.

Drake was munching on some candy as he stepped into her room. “Brooks? Did you hear me? Are you going?”

“No,” Ella buried her face in the roses, taking in their scent. “I’m not in the mood right now.”

“What’s going on?” Drake crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Ella until she looked up at him. “You left the banquet early, you’re avoiding Liam … which is odd because you’re all the time locking lips.”

Ella didn’t answer. She just stared back at Drake as she chewed on her bottom lip.

“It’s because Liv kissed him isn’t it?”

Two can play that game.

She stood on her tip-toes and pressed her lips to Drake's. Ella felt his body tense, but after a moment he relaxed and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Brooks," he whispered after he pulled back.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," Ella opened her eyes and met his gaze.

"Why?"

She let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I know how you feel for me and-"

"You're trying to get back at Liam," he arched his brow and let go of her.

“I know it’s really stupid,” she blurted out. “I already know, and I don’t need you to tell me that I’m acting irrationally.”

“Hey,” he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Brooks, it’s not irrational. Well, you kissing me was. But … you know he’s not with anyone else like that but you right?”

“How am I supposed to know that, Drake? You Cordonians are not monogamous.” Ella began to pace the room. “I know that’s why I’m here. For him to … get to know other women but … I forgot the part where I’m in love with him and my chest hurts when I see him with someone else.” With her last words she felt it, her voice wavered and her tears began to fall. She clamped her hand over her mouth in surprise and Drake’s eyes widened.

“Oh shit,” he pulled her to his chest. “Fuck, Brooks, don’t cry.”

“I-I’m … sorry,” she gasped out as she sobbed against him.

“Don’t apologize.” He was stroking her hair and telling her it would be okay. Finally, when she was a bit calmer he pulled away. “Better?”

"Yeah, thank you."

“Alright. Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow,” he moved towards the door, opened it, and then turned back. “No more of this crying business okay? That was your only ticket for me to console you."

Ella let out a watery laugh.

"Also,” his eyes softened. "Even though I enjoyed that kiss, I know you love Liam. No more of that alright?"

She nodded. Drake smiled and shut the door behind him.

The next couple of weeks, Ella did her best to avoid Liam. It wasn’t all that difficult, he was busy tending to social season balls and gatherings. Every time Max or Bertrand would tell her Liam was somewhere she would go the opposite way. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, God, she did. With everything in her. But it wasn’t her place to be jealous and insecure, she knew she was here for this. She just wanted to be left alone in her feelings.

The Regatta was rescheduled by the royal family which was unheard of, but it turns out King Constantine’s health wasn't great and he was in the hospital. The court continued to the next stop which was Applewood. Ella, Max, and Bertrand arrived ahead of everyone else and were quickly shown to their rooms.

“I’ll meet you in a bit, Blossom, I gotta unpack and find something to wear.”

Ella nodded and watched him skip off after shutting her door. As she rummaged through her luggage a knock sounded and it startled her. “Max, how did you forget something already?”

She reached for the door, opened and saw a smiling Liam. “Oh!”

“Hello Lady Ella,” he quickly glanced down the hallway. “May I come in please?”

She stepped back, allowed him inside, and shut the door. Ella turned to face him, her heart was beating a thousand times a minute. “Your Highness,” she curtsied. “This is a surprise.”

“Ella,” Liam stepped towards her, concern in his eyes. “Why are you so formal with me? We aren’t outside.”

“I just-”

“Are you avoiding me?” His baby blue eyes gazed into hers and all her resolve dissipated.

“Truthfully, yes,” her voice trembled.

“Why? I’ve missed you, and I apologize for not coming to see you sooner. Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen you since Lythikos and” - Liam’s eyes widened - “Lythikos. This is about that kiss.” It wasn’t a question; he had figured it out without her explanation.

“I know I have no right,” Ella turned away and walked towards the bed to sit before her knees gave way. “You’re not mine,” her voice hitched. “I just needed time alone, that's all.”

Liam’s heart turned over in his chest. He followed her to the bed and kneeled in front of her. “Ella, you have every right to feel how you’re feeling,” she arched her brow and he chuckled. “You heard me. I have been meaning to tell you this but” - he wrapped her small hand in his - “I love you. I have been in love with you for a while now.”

“You …” Ella whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “I love you too, Liam.”

He grinned. “Really?”

“Really really.”

“Promise?” He looked up at her, a vulnerability in his eyes that she never saw before.

“Promise,” she held up her fist, her pinky finger out.

“What is happening?” He asked as he did the same.

“It’s a pinky swear,” Ella’s laughter filled the room as she wrapped her pinky around his.

“Why are we swearing on our pinky’s?”

“You've never done a pinky swear?” The look on his face said it all. “Nevermind,” she shook her head. “So, did you talk to Olivia?”

“I spoke with her outside after she kissed me. I told her she shouldn’t have done that and I don’t return her feelings. I wish you would have talked to me about it.”

“I should have …”

“This is why you didn’t meet me that night.”

Ella nodded.

Liam lifted her hand that was already in his and kissed her knuckles softly. “I’m yours, Ella. I don’t meet anyone outside of these events but you, I don’t kiss anybody else …” his lips traveled up her arm, slowly, ever so slowly. “… and you are mine.”

After hours of Liam proving to Ella that he meant what he said, he slipped out of the room later in the early hours of the morning. The events in Applewood the next day were kind of fun, baking, being crowned Apple Queen, throwing apples at Drake, and then having Liam come to see her that night in her room. Passionate lovemaking was an understatement, especially when a stoic prince that’s supposed to be proper and polite, dirty talks until she explodes.

The next day, the Apple Festival was winding down as Ella sat on the small swing in the garden maze, Liam gently pushing her.

“You seem happy here,” Ella mused as she pushed a strand of hair out of her face.

Liam smiled. “I’m always happy when I’m with you. I love you, Ella,” he leaned down to kiss the top of her head and let out a small sigh. “But it was less … stringent here. My brother and I never wanted to leave.”

“It has a bit more of a relaxed vibe here,” Ella nodded. “I like seeing this happy, carefree side of you.”

“You bring it out of me, you know,” he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. “You bring a lot out of me.”

Ella turned and craned her neck up to make eye contact with him. “Like the dirty talking?”

Liam smiled and his cheeks and neck turned red. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he waited a beat. “But yes.”

A loud whistle blew and that signaled the end of the festival.

Ella sighed. “I think that means-”

“It means, we head over to dinner,” Liam pulled her up to her feet and twined his fingers with hers.

“Yeah, but you always go first,” Ella tried pulling her hand away from his but he held on. “Liam, what are you doing?”

“We’re going to dinner together,” he said simply.

“Wh-what?” She stammered. “You can’t … I mean-”

Liam stopped and turned to face her. His facial expression filled with determination and … resolve. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me, my love?”

His nickname for her went straight to her core and it took her a moment to answer. “I-I mean, yes but-”

Her words were cut off by his lips against hers. When he pulled back, her eyes were still closed. “I’m … I don’t remember what I was going to say.”

Liam chuckled and pushed Ella’s hair away from her face. “I don’t care what happens or what they say. My choice is you. I’m telling everyone about us. If this isn’t what you want, say so now.”

“Why are you doing this? You know they’re not going to let that happen before the coronation,” she whispered.

“You felt insecure in how I feel for you; it made me realize that I need to show you that I love you. Sneaking around and hiding my feelings doesn’t help matters. I can’t lose you, Ella. It’s just not a risk I’m willing to take. Will you have me?”

Ella didn’t even have to think about it. “Always,” she smiled and squeezed his hand. “Let’s go.”

[kcthrine]

Stress Relief

Word count: 1.7k

Category: Smut. NSFW

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader

CW: Oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, head pushing, use of the nickname bunny.

Summary: Reader can see that Spencer is obviously stressed. He doesn’t want to talk about it, so she helps in a way that doesn’t involve talking. Smut ensues. 

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Spencer was stressed, to say the least. She could tell by the way he was fiddling with his pencils, rubbing his eyes every five minutes, and tugging at his hair. She understood how he could be stressed out, given everything that had happened in the past week. The case had involved children being kidnapped in broad daylight and sold into a trafficking ring. Cases involving children always took a toll on the entire team's mental health. And as much as Spencer tried to hide it, or even deny it, he was the exact same, these cases hit a soft spot on him.

She knew Spencer very well, so she knew that he wouldn’t exactly spill all of his intense feelings and thoughts to her at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday. She also knew how he might not ever be able to completely open up, and she wasn’t going to push him into anything. Which is exactly why, after staring at him from across the bullpen for around 20 minutes, she decided to do something about it. Since he wouldn’t talk to her, she would find another way to relieve him of the stress that was no doubt weighing on his shoulders. She had a plan.

Spencer's head shot up as soon as he heard her heels clicking towards him, a tiny smile spreading across his face. “Hey, what are you doing over here?”

“Actually, I need your help finding something downstairs,” She hummed, watching as his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“The only thing downstairs is the old file room, so which case are you looking for?” 

Shit. She hadn’t planned this far. “Just- it’s an old one. I need your help, come on.” And before he could ask her anything more, she grabbed his wrist and started pulling him towards the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he started talking.

“Is everything okay? You’re just being sort of secretive, and I hope you know that you can tell me any-”

“Spencer! It’s nothing bad, okay? Think of it as a surprise.” She reassured him, pressing the button to the last floor.

“You know I don’t like surprises! And with our line of work, you shouldn’t like them either.” He stressed. She stayed quiet, staring at the numbers on top of the elevator, watching as they ticked down.

“Trust me Spence, you’ll like this one,” She tried suppressing a laugh, but a small giggle slipped out, causing Spencer to grow even more confused- and a tiny bit worried about his eccentric girlfriend. As soon as the doors opened with a beep, she was pulling him out and leading him to an old room decorated with nothing but cabinets filled with cases that went cold. 

“You never told me which case we’re looking for but I’m pretty sure their in alphabetical order so-” 

“Spencer, you dumb genius! Obviously, There isn’t a case I needed help finding. We’re in here so I can help you.” She cut him off, smirking at the way his brows knitted again, before he quickly realized what she meant, his mouth dropping.

“Hold on- wait, you mean you want to try something… here?” She couldn’t help but smile at how adorable his face was when he’s surprised. 

“Calm down Spence, I’ve just noticed how tense you’ve been lately,” She moved closer to him, her hands moving to the back of his neck. “And like I said, I wanted to help you. As long as you say I can, of course.” 

He brought his hands to her waist, pulling her body flush against his. How could he possibly say no to her? “Okay- I want this. But be quick, I really don’t want Derek coming down here and seeing us. He would never let me live it down,” 

“Good,” She giggled, connecting her lips to his. Their kisses in the past were gentle, filled with love and admiration. This one was quite the opposite, filled with heat and aggression as she backed him up against the door, her hands tugging at his hair. He groaned against her mouth, his hands tightening around her waist. Her lips moved down his neck, leaving gentle kisses until he found the spot that made him shiver, and she started to lightly suckle, leaving a bright red mark that would turn into an angry purple later on. He let out another small moan as she moved back to his soft lips, giving him a gentle peck as she roughly rolled her hips into his, feeling his hardened length press against her. 

“Wow Spence, what happened to being nervous about this? You seem more than a little excited to me,” She laughed as his cheeks flushed a pale pink. 

“Just- please.” He was nearly begging already, and if she was being completely honest- it gave her a small power rush, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. 

“Have I ever told you how impatient you are?” She whispered, quickly unbuckling and unzipping his pants. She gave him one last sloppy kiss, before dropping to her knees in front of him. She quickly pulled down his boxers, wrapping her hands around him and slowly stroking. She looked up to see his eyes shut as he grunted, his hands resting on the back of her head. 

“F-fuck, you have to hurry up. No teasing this time,” She nodded, wrapping her lips around his sensitive tip, hearing his head hit the back of the wall. She kept her eyes on him the entire time she went further down, trying to fit all of him in her mouth. She pulled back just as his hips stuttered forward, almost hitting the back of her throat. 

“I said no teasing this time, be quick about this.” He grunted out, looking down at her as she smiled. He knew this is what she had wanted, for him to be rougher with her, to play into their new dynamic they’d been trying out. After everything, Spencer had jumped at the chance to be in control, even when he knew she really held all the cards. 

“Yes Doctor,” She giggled, stopping abruptly as his hands tightened in her hair. She was about to come up with another snarky remark when he shoved her head down onto his length. He watched in rapt fascination as she took all of him in, her eyes beginning to water from the breach on her throat. He pushed her head down further until her nose was buried against his pelvis. He held her there, reveling in the heat of her wet mouth as he threw his head back, a loud groan escaping. He felt her head strain back against his hands, and he looked down with a slow smirk crossing his face.

“No no, you said you wanted to help relieve me of stress, so do it.” He held her down for a second longer, and maybe her struggle for air excited him too much. He used his grip on her hair to pull her off of him, watching as she took a few deep gasps in. He couldn’t help but stroke her face with his thumbs as he saw the unshed tears in her eyes. He grinned up at him, happy to be able to please him. 

“I’m going to use your face for a while. You can stay still for me, right sweetheart?” His gentle voice heavily contrasted his vulgar words, and it sent a wave a heat to pool in between her legs. She quickly nodded, opening her mouth wide, showing him just how ready she was for him. Not sparing another second, he gathered her hair into a messy ponytail and thrusted into her mouth, the pleasure was almost overwhelming, and his eyes shut again. He began to roughly move in and out of her mouth, holding her head in place with his tight grip on her hair. He vaguely felt her hands come up his thighs, nails digging into him. He felt her attempt to move back for air, and he shoved her head down further.

“Shit- you’re doing so good, just take it.” He groaned out before quickly pulling her back, allowing her to take in some air. “You alright?” He breathlessly asked her. 

“Never been better, Doc.” She beamed up at him, wiping the trail of drool from her chin.

“Good, because I’m about to finish and you’re not going to let any of it go to waste. Do you understand, bunny?” His question sounded more like a statement, but she nodded happily anyway. He stroked her hair, showing her he was still her gentle boyfriend before all moments of softness were gone. He once again wrapped her hair up into a messy ponytail and pulled her head down onto him, giving a few shallow thrusts. She understood how close he was when she felt his hips grow quicker and harsher against her face, so she hollowed out her cheeks, his loud groans coming more frequently. As soon as he held her against him, she glued her eyes to him, wanting to see his face as he came undone.

And god, was she glad she did. She watched his eyes shut, his mouth open, spilling out expletives and his chest heaving, he almost looked like he was glowing.

 “I-I’m so close, fuck.” As if she didn’t know that. 

 Before she could gaze at him any longer, a warm liquid invaded her mouth, shooting down the back of her throat when he held her head down, rutting against her with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His head was once again thrown back, his breathing erratic. He slowly pulled her off of him, and she pulled up with pants, buckling his belt for him. When she looked back up, he was already gazing down at her, a love-sick smile covering his face. He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet. 

“That was- that was amazing,” He cradled her face in his large hands, gently rubbing the excess spit off of her chin. “You’re always so good for me, darling.” 

She couldn’t help but flush, his praise always had an embarrassing effect on her. “Just glad I could help you out, Spence.” She grinned, giving him a chaste kiss to his lips. “But we should get back, I really don’t want anyone catching us down here.” she snickered. 

“As usual, you’re right.” He hummed, taking her hand, leading her out of the file room. As they reached the elevator doors, he held out an arm, stopping her from entering. 

“Just so you know, I’ll be repaying the favor tonight.” He whispered, walking into the elevator. She stood for a few seconds, staring wide eyed at his back before scrambling forward.

“I’m looking forward to it, Doctor.”

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I Don’t Wanna Spend One More Christmas Without You // Poly!Cashton

@cal-puddies​​ and I want to thank everyone who read/liked/reblogged/left us feedback during our Hoe For The Hoe-lidays event. We keep saying we can’t believe we pulled this off: between our 10 solo fics and this co-write, we posted over 30k words this week! I’m proud of not only that impressive feat but also the work we produced, these have been some of my favorite pieces in recent memory.

We knew we wanted to close out with a Galaxybrain co-write but we weren’t sure which of our lanes to feed. We figured, hey it’s the season of giving: why not both? 😏 In true Cass & Crystal fashion, this started out with us just being thirsty (we wrote the smut first lmao) but ended up being super heartfelt and emotional? Please be sure and let us know what you think, we couldn’t be prouder of this one!

Warnings: Reader x Calum, Reader x Ashton, Calum x Ashton; a relatively new throuple trying to figure out how to express their feelings for one another, filth but make it fluffy, unprotected sex within a triad relationship, oral sex performed on both a male and a female, manual stimulation of both a male and a female, cum play 

Word Count: 9150

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“Food’s here,” a voice quietly announces with a rap on the door.

You turn to see Calum in your bedroom doorway, sheepishly mouthing ‘sorry’ when he realizes you’re on the phone. You step over to him and whisper, “I’m almost done, bub,” reassuring him with a quick peck on the lips.

A few minutes later, you follow the sounds of loud laughter and conversation to the living room; you smile when you see Ashton standing there, in the midst of an animated story while Cal sits on the couch, hanging on every word, laughing as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever witnessed. You honestly wonder if maybe it is.

You bounce over behind Ash, throwing your arms around him, nuzzling his back; his leather jacket feels cold against your face so you assume he hasn’t been here long. “I didn’t know we were seeing you tonight,” you chirp.

He chuckles, slinging an arm around you. “I was texting with Cal when he was ordering dinner and it sounded good so I invited myself,” he explains, kissing your forehead.

“Bullshit, I absolutely invited you!” Cal insists, smiling eyes betraying his words of protest. You giggle at their banter and untangle yourself from Ash to serve yourself some dinner. Cal continues his teasing, “The food sounded good, just admit you missed us and move on.”

Ashton sits down on the couch next to Cal and nudges his knee tentatively with his own. “Of course I missed you,” he says simply. The two men exchange sweet, almost shy smiles and you feel your entire being light up with affection as you watch them.

It’d been four months since you and Ash had asked Calum to be a part of your relationship and while the three of you were still individually and collectively deciding exactly what all that means, you were happy and that’s all that mattered to you.

In the year and a half you were with Ashton, it was as intense and meaningful a relationship as you’d ever had - but it was never quite right and you’d split up a handful of times. During one of your “breaks” last year, a friend of a friend suggested that Cal might be the answer to your search for a new roommate. You met for coffee one day and immediately hit it off; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t quickly develop feelings for him but more than anything at that point, you needed a friend and Cal was there for you when it really counted.

It came as no surprise that when Ash started hanging around again, he bonded with Cal as instantly as you did and the three of you became inseparable. You and Ashton reconciled once again and couldn’t help but notice how much more communicative and at peace with each other you were with Calum around. It’s like he had been the missing piece all along, he made everything feel right - and you eventually told him as much.

Which is why you’re struggling so much with the bad news you have to deliver to your boyfriends. You sit on your living room floor, picking at your dinner, going over the dilemma in your mind for the 100th time, trying to find a different solution.

“Darlin’?” Cal’s gentle but firm voice shakes you out of your thoughts and you look up blankly. “Ash asked if you wanted another soda.”

You blink a few times, as if that will reset your mind and bring clarity. “Oh. No thank you, love, I’m good!” You call out towards the kitchen.

“You feelin’ OK?” Cal asks, reaching across the coffee table to stroke your arm. “We’ve been talking about this food all day and you’ve barely touched it.”

You look into his dark eyes, full of care and concern and know you have to be honest with him. “I need to talk to you both about Christmas… it’s not great,” you admit.

Ashton searches your face as he sits back down. “Is your mom alright?” He gently asks, remembering a health scare your family was dealing with when he went home with you last winter.

You offer him a faint, loving smile. “Everyone’s fine… great, even. Uh… my sister is getting engaged,” you share, chewing your lip.

“Oh! ...Oh,” he responds, starting to understand the issue.

Calum looks between the two of you, baffled. “I don’t understand, why is that bad? I thought we liked her boyfriend?”

“We do,” you start, carefully. “It’s just… With this news in mind, I don’t know if it’s really the right time to tell everyone about our relationship now.” You can’t bring yourself to look in Cal’s eyes yet, not wanting to see if he’s as hurt as you fear he may be.

He sits back on the couch, trying to process. “I thought you said your parents would be super understanding and chill about us?”

Ash sees you struggling to find the words so he tries to help. “They would be. They will be,” he reassures Cal with a warm smile. “I think the concern is that an engagement might seem kind of mundane compared to an announcement like ours. What’s more exciting than a daughter bringing home one son in law? How about the other daughter bringing home two?”

“They’d spend the whole time doting on us, making sure we’re comfortable, Facebooking all the extended family who’s coming to visit to make sure no one says anything that might offend us… her moment would get totally overshadowed,” you explain. “And I’d hate that, this is a big deal, she deserves to be The Story.”

Calum listens intently, nodding. You finally catch his gaze and are relieved to see nothing but understanding and compassion on his face. “OK. Well, wouldn't it be better if I just didn’t go at all then?” He offers sincerely.

Your exclamation of “Bubba, no!” blends with Ashton’s soft sigh of “Cal…” and you all have to laugh at the outburst.

"That's not me trying to be dramatic or anything, I just don't want to cause any trouble," he shrugs.

You scoot around to come sit next to the couch. "I've really been looking forward to us spending our first Christmas together," you insist, squeezing Cal's knee. "If you're uncomfortable with coming under these circumstances, I understand but for what it's worth, I would like you there."

Ash places his hand on top of yours, reassuring Calum as well. "The family's already expecting you, just as a roommate," he points out. "Plus… trying to keep our secret could be kind of fun." He winks at Cal, who can't resist breaking into a wide grin.

Your “fun” holiday couldn’t be off to a worse start the next morning when Ashton arrives bright and early to pick you and Cal up only to find you still in your pajamas, rushing to finish getting your bags together. After a few minutes of Ash stomping around, huffing about getting a late start, Cal, peacemaker that he is, offers to help him pack the car while you finish up.

You meet them in the driveway a few minutes later, dragging your suitcase behind you. Ash promptly snatches it away from you without a word and you glare at him fiercely.

Calum appears at your side and holds you by the waist. “You can’t blame him for being irritated,” he says quietly, rubbing your arm. “You knew what time he was coming, you should have been packed.”

“Yeah… but,” you start.

Cal is already shaking his head. “No, darlin’, there’s no excuse. We had a plan, you should have been ready.”

“See!” Ashton says, coming up beside the two of you.

“Well, you don’t get to gloat, babe, you could have handled it better,” Cal chides.

“I don’t like it when you don’t pick sides,” Ash says, coming over to peck Cal’s cheek. He presses his lips to the top of your head. “I’m sorry I was a grouch.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t ready and delayed us 15 whole minutes,” you reply.

Cal pinches your hip. “Passive aggressive much?”

Ash shrugs at you. “It’s coming out of your breakfast time. It’s a 6 hour drive, love.”

“I’m aware, love,” you fire back, helping yourself into the back seat. He sighs as you pull the hood up on your sweatshirt and stuff your hands in the pocket.

Ash huffs as he shuts your door. Cal gently grabs his arm. “Give her a few minutes. We’ll make breakfast quick, coffee and bagels; smother hers in cream cheese, get some caffeine in her and she’ll forgive you,” he reassures.

His prediction is spot on and by the time you’re halfway through your cup of coffee, you’re leaning into the front seat to run your fingers through both of your boyfriends’ hair. “I’m so glad I get to take you both home with me,” you say warmly. “I’m sorry it can’t be exactly what we wanted, but I know it’ll still be special, because we’ll be together.”

The rest of the drive goes smoothly and when you arrive at your parents’ house, the family is waiting at the door for you; after introducing Calum, you’re immediately whisked away by your sister, gushing about the recent trip her boyfriend took her on for their anniversary. You listen quietly and hope your smile doesn’t give anything away, you love that she has no idea what’s coming in a few days.

Your dad loves Ashton and couldn’t be more thrilled that you brought him home again; he offers to help him unload the car and makes a big show of pointing out how similar their leather jackets are, going so far as to make a “like father, like son” joke.

You sneak a few apologetic glances over at Calum, who you hope isn’t feeling too left out in his role of “your roommate” as he makes small talk with your sister’s boyfriend. You feel endlessly grateful for your mother when you see her sit down and start showing Cal all the gourmet vegetarian recipes she’s bookmarked on her iPad, asking what he’d prefer for Christmas dinner; she’s clearly charmed by his shyly polite responses and you fight the urge to go over and kiss over his squishy, crinkly face as her attention continues to make him more smiley and flustered.

While your mom and sister set the table for dinner, your dad and Ash carry the luggage to your respective rooms for you to get settled; you take advantage of the opportunity to break away and check in with Cal, under the guise of showing him the trick to operating the shower in the guest bathroom.

You turn the overhead fan on to help drown out your conversation. “You doin’ OK, bub?” You ask, massaging his shoulders.

He squeezes your hip. “It was hard at first but your mom’s sweet,” he gives you a sad smile. “Guess I didn’t realize how weird it’d be to see you and Ash act like a couple again, since I’m used to seeing you be… whatever we are.”

“The best thing that’s ever happened to me, that’s what we are,” you easily respond, drawing him in for a quick, soft kiss.

He holds you by the hips, resting his forehead to yours. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “You better get out of here before people get suspicious.” He presses his lips to your forehead and you step out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You spend the next few days trying to make sure Calum doesn’t feel left out. Your dad invites him to join some of the “future son in law” activities he’d planned but Cal is easily swayed to stay with your mom and help around the house. His height and muscle mass are highly desired for decorating or carrying in groceries and he’s so sweet and well-mannered, your mom is just tickled to have him around. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she had a crush on him.

The day before Christmas Eve, Cal agrees to join the men for lunch and last minute shopping; your mom encouraged him to go because she wanted to make a secret shopping trip with you so you could pick out a few gifts for the family to give him so he didn’t get left out.

From what Ashton tells you when they return, the outing seemed to go well; you chatted with Cal a little that evening and he seemed to be in good spirits, happy with how things had turned out. But you can still sense him needing the affection you haven’t been able to provide; aside from a stolen kiss here and there, you’d barely touched him since you arrived and he and Ash had been keeping their distance so as not to raise eyebrows. What weighs on you most is knowing Calum hadn’t slept alone since the three of you became the three of you and you can see it wearing on him.

Ashton climbs in bed next to you. “Love… who’re you texting?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

“I just want to make sure he’s OK,” you say sheepishly.

“He’s fine, love,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, then letting his lips trail down to your neck. “You’ve said he’s had fun with you and your mom and I saw him have a great day today. He’s good… now, me on the other hand? I could use some attention.” His lips firmly attach to your jaw and he’s practically laid himself on top of you, hovering.

You giggle at his lack of subtlety. “When do you not want attention?” You tease, pulling him into a hungry kiss. “I’ve been missing you too, Ash. I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you much, I’ve just been worried about how Cal’s handling things and I love my family but being around them is kind of draining…”

He cuts you off with a sweet kiss. “I know, baby… ‘s why I thought we could use a little stress relief,” he flirts, leaning in to mouth at that spot behind your ear that makes you crazy.

You hum with interest and brush his hair off his forehead. “We’d have to be quiet, we can’t have another incident like last year,” you say with a smirk.

Ash pulls back to playfully glare at you. “We’ve gone over this, technically that noise I made was your fault. If you hadn’t done that thing with your tongue, I wouldn’t have cum so suddenly and the incident would’ve been avoided,” he argues, tickling your side.

You try fighting him off to no avail. “My sister did think it was pretty funny… after the initial horror wore off,” you giggle, batting at his hands, trying to get him to let up.

After another minute or so of play fighting, you “win” by wrapping your legs around Ashton’s body and using them to draw him back over you. He kisses you with a little more emotion behind it than last time, pulling away to whisper, “I’m very happy I get to be here with you.” Your stomach flips at his sincerity and you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your kisses tell him how much you appreciate him.

Things start to heat up and Ash’s hands slide up your sweatshirt and over your hips; his hands are slow to tease you the way they usually do and when you rock against him, you’re slightly surprised you don’t feel him straining against his sweatpants yet. Your fingers travel under his long sleeve tee and dance over his abs to meet his waistband. You’re just about to dip your hand in when he stops you.

“Does this feel weird to you? This feels weird to me,” he sighs, flopping over onto his back beside you. He runs his hand through his long, dark hair, distressed. “Why does this feel weird to me?”

You roll onto your side, curling up next to him. “Well… we haven’t been intimate together, just the two of us, since Cal happened,” you say gently, stroking softly at his chest. “Do you think maybe you miss him being with us?”

“Yeahhhhh, I think so…” He lets out a long exhale, playing with your hand on him. “I just… it’s silly, you and me had sex a million times before we met him and now… I pull away from you and expect to see his eyes smiling at me while he kisses your shoulders. Expect to feel your skin already warm from his touch… expect to feel him warm next to me. Want it, even.”

“Ash,” you pout, touched by how he’s opening up to you, how open he’s being with himself about his feelings for Calum. “It’s not silly, you care about him. It’s not that you and I are suddenly uncomfortable with each other, it’s just that we’re used to more than this now. Need it, even.”

You rest your head on his chest and lay together, quiet and understanding while you both evaluate your feelings. After a while, you decide to lighten the mood, lifting your head up to tease, “A million times, eh?”

Ashton laughs loudly, clamping his hand over his mouth to muffle the noise. A beat passes and he meets your eyes for the first time since this conversation started, giving you an almost shy smile. “Think we could slip him in here undetected?”

You grin at him as you reach for your phone. “I don’t think the three of us would be able to keep it down, so no funny business,” you warn, texting your boyfriend. “But at the very least, we’ll get some alone time, even for a few minutes.”

Ash gets up and cracks the door, waiting for Cal to make his way down the hall; when he appears in the doorway, you see Ashton’s shoulders instantly relax. He gently closes the door behind him and wraps Calum in a tight, warm embrace; you can’t tell what Ash murmurs in his ear but whatever it is, it casts a soft, lovestruck glow across Cal’s features when he hears it.

His eyes meet yours and you open your arms wide. “Come lay with us, bubba,” you invite him.

“But…” He motions to the door, looking unsure.

Ash shrugs, “We can say we’re watching a movie.” He rests his chin on Cal’s shoulder from behind. “What do you say, babe? We miss you.”

Calum relaxes, gently reaching up to scratch at Ash’s scruff. He moves toward the bed but clearly doesn’t know what to do.

“Lay next to me, bub!” You smile, patting the bed next to you.

Ash lets a soft smile cross his face. “Why don’t you get in the middle?” He suggests.

Cal lays next to you and you instantly snuggle into him, throwing your arm across his body while Ash settles in on his other side. Cal wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead; you look up with a pout and he presses his lips to yours. He pulls away from you when he feels Ashton nuzzle his cheek; Ash looks at him lovingly and gently plants a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Thought we were cuddling, lovers,” Cal whispers against his mouth.

“We are… just wanted to give you affection too,” Ash murmurs.

The three of you lay quietly for a while, Ash’s head next to Cal’s on the pillow and you draped across Cal’s body. His arm is tight around your back while he and Ash shyly play with each other’s fingers.

Ash looks over at you and you watch as his eyes take you in. “Our girlfriend sure is beautiful, isn’t she, Cal?” He whispers, lips gently pressing to Cal’s jaw.

“Gorgeous,” he agrees, turning his eyes to you, sweeping your hair back. Ash leans in to you first for a kiss, with Cal wanting one right after. You sigh, scooting up so you can rest your head in the crook of Cal’s neck, and let yourself drift to sleep. Calum knows immediately, he’s felt your even breath on his neck many times.

“She sleeps so easy with you,” Ash comments, brushing his fingers against Cal’s for the umpteenth time. Cal finally laces his fingers with Ashton’s, looking over at him. They stare at each other for a few moments before Ash speaks again. “I’m so glad you decided to come with us after all… I know it’s not perfect and not what we talked about, but I don’t think either of us would enjoy this without you.”

“I’m really happy to be here,” Cal responds quietly, squeezing Ash’s hand and your sleeping body gently. “I was definitely missing all of this though... thanks for bringing me in tonight.”

“We needed you,” Ash confesses, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Weird when you're not here now.”

Calum turns his face toward Ashton’s, nuzzling in and enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend, his rough hand wrapped with his; he grins against Ash’s cheek and Ash responds with a kiss to his forehead.

Cal stays, wrapped in the both of you, for another 45 minutes before the men agree it’s time to call it a night. He tries his best not to wake you as he slips out of bed but he fails, leading to an extra 15 minutes of your soft whines and insistence that he stay. He finally leaves you with a passionate kiss and a kiss on the cheek for Ash.

The next day, Christmas Eve, goes by fast. Various family and friends are in and out of the house all day, stopping by to share their holiday greetings. Continuing your family’s tradition, the men head out in the afternoon to pick out and haul home a Christmas tree and after dinner, you all decorate it together.

Like you’ve done since you were kids, the lights in the living room get turned off for a dramatic “reveal” of the lit and decorated tree when you’re all finished. The multi-colored lights get plugged in and brighten up the room, illuminating your sister’s boyfriend down on one knee. You squeeze Ashton’s hand and subtly brush your pinky down the back of Calum’s hand. Her “moment” is perfect and you silently thank your boyfriends with your eyes for understanding why you wanted this for her.

After some dessert and celebratory cocktails, everyone is exhausted but happy to be together. Your dad gets a fire going and your sister puts on the old Rudolph special you loved as kids; you plop yourself in Ashton's lap on the couch, with Cal sitting close by, close enough for you to keep throwing him little glances undetected. You know it must’ve been hard for him to go back to bed alone after the time you spent together last night and even harder today, having to watch you and Ash continually couple up and be gushed over by your holiday visitors.

Halfway through the show, your dad starts snoring so Mom decides it’s time for them to head up to bed. Your sister and her fiancée make it through to the end of the show but when you suggest following it up with Frosty The Snowman, they decline and tell you and the guys goodnight.

After such a long day, filled with so much unspoken emotion, it's surprising how quiet the three of you are now that you're alone. Sitting with your men in a room lit only by the warm glow of the fire and the soft colored lights of the tree - this was the type of scene you imagined when you envisioned your first Christmas together. But the feeling's not quite right.

You peck Ashton on the cheek before sliding off his lap, moving to sit on the other side of Calum, putting him in the middle of you and Ash. You run a hand through his hair, tentatively at first, just in case everyone in the house isn't quite settled yet. "How are you, bub?" You ask softly.

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch and you feel your heart both swell and break a little at how badly he was clearly needing your affection. "Good. Tired. Happy I can finally do this," he replies, leaning in to give you a short but needy kiss.

When he pulls back, he grabs your hand out of his hair and brings it up to his lips for a kiss; he waits a beat then reaches for Ash’s hand and kisses it as well. “Missed you too, bub,” you murmur with a smile.  

Ash looks at both of you, adoration in his eyes. You recognize that look on his face, the one that means he’s searching for the right words, trying to line up his emotions with his nervous tongue.  

You squeeze his other hand that’s resting on the back of the couch behind Cal, sensing he needs encouragement and he glances at you, grateful.

"We both missed you, Cal,” he starts, shaking his head as he decides to go all in. “I’ve missed you, is what I mean actually. Not being able to have you close the past few days has me realizing how much closer I would like you to be."

He cups Cal’s face, stroking gently with his thumb while he waits for his words to sink in and his nerves to settle. He inches forward and gently kisses him; it’s brief but Ash is purposeful in the way their lips slot together. When he gets bold and slips in his tongue, Cal visibly tenses and Ash pulls away gracefully, not wanting to push.

You stop yourself from obviously reacting but your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. You've watched them both struggle to navigate their feelings for each other over the past four months and you couldn't be happier to see at least Ashton take a step towards clarity. You gently rest your palm on top of their intertwined hands and squeeze twice; a supportive one for Ash and a reassuring one for Cal.

Cal, dazed, turns to look at you briefly before his eyes briefly widen as if a light bulb has gone off. He grabs Ash’s neck to pull him in for another kiss, this one more desperate, with daring tongue and teeth.

You quietly pull your hand off theirs, not wanting to intrude on the intimacy of their moment. You can't deny that witnessing their hunger for each other has you feeling needy yourself but you know how important this exploration is for them, how important it is for the three of you, so you patiently sit and watch.

They eventually pull away from each other, panting. You see them exchange a look of some sort and then Calum is reaching for you; he kisses you feverishly while lifting you over his lap and fitting you in between him and Ash. His lips move down to your neck and suddenly Ashton's tongue is slowly tangling with yours; you can tell by his kiss he's still in his feelings and you do your best to match his energy, letting him know you're there for him.

You break apart, one of your hands in each of your boyfriends' hair. You all look back and forth between each other and quietly laugh, ecstatic to be alone together and ready to take advantage of this opportunity.

Ashton gives you another lingering kiss, massaging your breast over your sweater before pulling away and immediately drawing Calum in for a kiss; they sit up on their knees, making out over you and you watch how they lose themselves in it, yet keep their hands occupied in each other's hair, almost as if they're unsure if they should go further. They each let out a quiet groan and you note the tents forming in both of their pants; you decide to help them out and reach to palm their straining cocks while they kiss.

It surprises Ashton more than Cal; he stops their kiss to look down at you. He runs a hand over your face and smiles at you briefly before his mouth is back on Cal’s.

You turn toward Calum, gently lifting his shirt and kissing on his stomach. He lets out an appreciative moan for your touch and you take that cue to unzip his pants; he eagerly cooperates in helping you pull him out of his boxers.

“Oh god,” he moans against Ash’s mouth as you use yours to slick him up before stroking your hand over his now wet cock. You’ve missed him: his sounds, his taste, the way he feels against your skin, the way he appreciates you and the attention you give him. You press sloppy kisses to his length, grinning to yourself as precum beads at his tip, moving to kitten lick at it.

Ashton gently tugs on your hair, wanting attention for himself. You continue rubbing over his bulge, adding in a few squeezes, buying yourself a little more time with Calum. You finally pull off and look up at your boyfriends, still lost in each other, though Cal steals a glance down at you while Ash’s lips are pressed to his jaw. He gives you a little grin and pushes his hand under Ash’s shirt.

You notice Ash falter for a second in reaction to Cal touching him that way but he quickly recovers from his hesitation, moaning quietly and tucking a hand in your hair. You pull at the button on his pants, taking his cock out and slicking him up as well; you swirl your tongue around the head, enjoying the soft groans you hear coming from him, thrilled that you're not sure if they're being caused by you or Cal. You notice that his hand has left you and has begun unbuttoning Cal's shirt; Calum reaches down and yanks at the shoulder of your sweater, gesturing for you to take it off.

Ash quietly sighs at the loss of your mouth but is quickly distracted by kissing over Cal's now exposed chest; you pull your sweater over your head and tug your leggings down while you're at it, leaving you in your bra and panties. You give a small whimper of relief as you press your thighs together before reaching for the cocks on either side of you, shiny and red, begging for your attention. You stroke them both evenly and firmly, watching with pride as their expressions change in response to your actions.

Calum is the first to glance at you and notice your new state of undress. "Fuck, darlin', look at you," he rasps, leaning down to kiss you, sneaking his fingers inside your bra to play with a nipple. "Look so pretty under all these lights." Cal smiles against your lips as he feels Ash's hand stroke through his hair while he kisses you.

Ashton pulls his own shirt off and then his hand snakes between your legs, tracing over the front of the lacy, damp material. "Mmm, so wet for us, baby,” he teases lowly, dipping his fingers underneath your panties to tap lightly at your clit. “Think you’ll be able to keep quiet if we decide to do anything about it?” Cal groans as he sucks just below your earlobe; he loves how responsive you are when Ash taunts you like this.

Proving his point, you let out a whine before quickly biting your lip to fight back any other sounds that might come out. Ash chuckles, suddenly rubbing hard and fast at your clit just to see how much restraint you have. You screw your eyes shut, determined to remain silent. “You’re one to talk, most of the noises I’ve heard tonight have come from your mouth, love,” you point out once you catch your breath. You squeeze his cock and he breathes out a deep moan, proving your point.

Cal chuckles at the exchange and Ash shoots him a glare, pulling him back over to him. “Laugh it up,” he smirks, kissing his neck to distract from his hand traveling to thumb over Cal’s nipple; Cal loudly gasps, body rigidly jolting like he’s been struck by lightning. He grabs Ash’s face with both hands and muffles his moans with an intense kiss.

You turn your focus back to Ash’s cock, knowing Calum is already dealing with a lot of stimulation from the nipple play. You bob your mouth on him a couple times, just because you feel like it and then work on building a steady rhythm with your hand. You bite back another moan when Cal’s hand moves down to cover yours, essentially helping you jerk Ashton off.

Despite their obvious attraction, your boyfriends have never gone beyond the occasional kiss during sex with you so tonight had already been a big step for them. You look up and see Cal, Ash’s lips firmly attached to his neck, looking curious but confident as he watches his hand move with yours. Your eyes meet and you nod, understanding; you drop your hand from Ash’s cock, leaning back to watch Cal seamlessly take over, continuing with the rhythm you started.

Ashton immediately reacts to the difference in touch: the unknown grip, the new sensation of rough calluses running over his shaft, the unfamiliar feeling of a hand much larger than yours stroking him. “Cal,” he shakily breathes, pulling back to look at him.

“Is this alright?” Calum whispers, hoping the quietness of his voice will mask his nervousness.

Ash closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Cal’s, breathing deep, trying to ground himself, trying to process all the thoughts and emotions swirling in his brain right now.

“Don’t stop,” he states with certainty.

Cal’s hand swipes over the tip of Ashton’s cock, spreading around the precum he’s coaxed out, expertly keeping with the established rhythm. You watched Ash’s expression change from confusion to curiosity and now you see it switch to the confidence you’re used to seeing from him, especially in the bedroom; you see his hand fidgeting at his side moments before he clenches his jaw and reaches out to touch Calum’s cock. His strokes aren’t nearly as precise or measured as Cal’s are but his boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind; Cal lets out a throaty sigh of his name and you swear it’s the most erotic thing you’ve witnessed yet.

The men lock their mouths into another heated kiss while they continue to explore pleasuring each other; with them distracted, you slide yourself up and off the couch, moving down to the floor to give them some space and to give you some space to spread out and really enjoy the sight before you. You tug at your nipples like Cal would and slide your hand down your stomach and into your panties to swirl your clit like Ash would. You miss their touch but you’re more than happy to wait your turn for it this time.

Your eyes don’t leave them for a second as you make slow, careful work of pleasing yourself. You watch as Ash boldly tugs at Cal’s jeans, trying to pull them down more; he gets them just below his ass and his free hand grips it tightly. You let out a little moan and Ashton reaches his hand out for you, finally realizing you’re no longer between them.

They pull out of their own little world, searching for you. Calum spots you on the ground first. “What’re you doin’ down there, darlin’?” He teases, moving down next to you.

You press a quick kiss to his lips while he undoes your bra; he quickly moves his mouth down to your tits, lavishing your nipples with much needed attention. “Just enjoying the show,” you confess, looking directly at Ash.

Ash moves from the couch, grabbing a blanket to lay in front of the fireplace. He discards his jeans before beckoning the two of you over to join him. You both crawl over to the blanket and before you get settled, Ash helps your boyfriend out of the rest of his clothes. He wraps a hand around Calum’s cock; he pauses to look at you briefly and then back over to the beautiful man naked in front of him. His tongue darts out of his mouth and before any of you can process it, he’s licking the tip of Cal’s cock.

“Oh,” Cal moans, tucking his fingers into Ash’s hair. Ashton, feeling emboldened by that response, wraps his lips around the head, continuing to test the waters. “Yeah,” Cal mutters. “That… that’s good.”

Ash’s other hand pushes up your thigh and you interlace your fingers with his. You watch as he tests circling his tongue around the tip before pulling back to turn his attention to you. He pulls your panties down, kissing your thighs and up over your lips, letting his tongue spread them so he can tease your clit. He pulls up as Calum settles in next to him, wasting no time in getting his turn at flicking his tongue over your clit.

“Been so good for us, think it’s time we repay you,” Ash murmurs, kissing up to your hip. He watches you tangle your fingers in Cal’s hair and groans when you do the same to him. His hand travels down between your thighs and he pushes two fingers into you. “Cal’s tongue feel good for you?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold in a moan. “Yes, love.”

Cal continues working over your clit while his hand reaches up your body, giving attention to your nipples once again; Ashton’s fingers continue pumping inside you, mouth settled against your jaw, unceasingly affirming his and Cal’s affection for you.

“So patient tonight, love,” he whispers, mouthing along your neck, careful not to leave any marks. “Lettin’ me and Cal play while you’re over here so wet and needy.”

You take a deep breath, overwhelmed at all of the sudden attention. “Wanted it for you, could tell you both needed it,” you admit, digging your nails into Ash’s arm as Cal’s lips enclose your clit and start sucking. “Didn’t mind watching either.”

Ashton grins and plants a sloppy kiss on you; he pulls away to lean down and run his hand softly through Cal’s hair before pulling him up from between your legs to kiss him passionately. Both men groan at the realization that Ash can taste your arousal on Cal’s lips; Ashton takes it a step further and removes his hand from your pussy, sinking his drenched fingers into Calum’s mouth. Cal hollows his cheeks and sucks Ash’s fingers deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, bobbing back and forth on them, wondering when he’ll get to give Ashton’s cock the same treatment.

For what feels like the hundredth time tonight, your jaw drops at the erotic sight before you and you reach out for one or both of your boyfriends to tend to you. Your head lolls back as you whine, “Please... babes… I need you so bad.”

Calum promptly pulls his mouth away with a lewd pop and lays on his side next to you. “Need you too, darlin’, you have no idea,” he murmurs as he grabs your hip, easily turning you to your side and slinging your leg over him. “Can’t remember the last time I went this long without having you.” He takes his cock in hand, running it up and down to coat it with your wetness before easing himself inside you, silencing your soft, relieved exhale with a kiss.

Cal softly rocks into you, sucking gently at your bottom lip, stroking your hair back with his hand; you feel Ashton lay down behind you and begin running his fingers down your back, quietly showing you his care while respecting the moment you and Cal are having, much like you respected their time together.

Your hand moves down to grab Cal’s ass, attempting to bring him even closer to you; you feel his muscles tensing and flexing under your hold as he pumps inside you and you bury your face in his chest to keep from crying out. You hear the slick sound of Ash’s hand working his cock as he watches you two together and you reach for him, wanting him near.

“I’m here, love,” he reassures you, nibbling at your ear, massaging over your breast. “You two look so fuckin’ good together, couldn’t help myself.” He extends his arm, reaching to squeeze Cal’s bicep.

Your hand searches behind you until it finds Ashton’s cock, throbbing against your ass; you give it a squeeze and he whimpers into your skin.

“Ash needin’ you too, baby?” Calum asks, voice scratchy with desire. “Know you’re gonna make him feel so good, just like you’re doin’ for me.” He gives you a couple more slow thrusts before he pulls out and helps you onto your other side where Ashton lays waiting.

You smile hazily at Ash as he lifts your leg over his hip and taps his cock against your clit. “So generous with your body, love,” he praises you, hissing as he slides into your wet heat. “Treatin’ us both so good tonight, thank you, baby.”

You caress his cheek as he starts slowly thrusting into you; you press your lips to his and you both lose yourselves in a slow, intimate kiss. Calum hangs back, watching you two communicate what you need to; when Ash breaks the kiss to moan into your mouth, Cal reaches over and begins to play with your breasts.

Ashton’s large hand grips your ass to pull you closer, getting a deeper angle that has you seeing stars. You twist your upper body toward Cal and he kisses you briefly before moving his lips back to your nipples. You push your hand down his body to find his cock, getting in a few strokes before he stops you. “Trust me, darlin’, I’m not needing any help right now.” His hand slips down your body to rub soft circles on your clit. “Let us focus on you.”

“Babes,” you sigh in the form of a soft moan, raspy as it leaves your lips. The sound is so sensual it causes Ash’s hips to lose rhythm and he lets go of your ass, giving a few shallow thrusts before pulling out.

“You gotta take Cal, baby, I need a minute,” he pants, clearly on the edge of losing it. He nuzzles his nose against yours, helping you turn back to your other boyfriend.

“Hey, darlin’,” Cal coos, grinning as he enters you again. You immediately pull him as close as possible.

“Want you both close,” you announce, looking over your shoulder at Ash. He scoots in against your back, kissing over your shoulders. You sigh, “Thank you.”

You give Ashton a short kiss before turning to press your face into Calum’s chest as he works his hips a little faster, harder. You feel a moan reverberating in Cal’s chest but it’s muffled when it spills from his lips; you look up to see him kissing Ash hungrily.

You moan, getting lost in your own world, letting Cal have your body, feeling his body on yours, Ashton’s body at your back, the strength in their frames as you lay between them.

Calum pulls out and turns you back towards Ash. Ashton is still breathing heavy and his kisses are needy, almost frantic, as he pushes into you. “I’m sorry, love, I’m s’close,” he chokes out. “Between you and Cal…”

You cut him off with a kiss. “Nothin’ to apologize for, love,” you murmur. “Want you to cum for me.”

His fingers dig in and hold on to your ass hard, pulling you tight against his body. “Cum for us, Ash,” Calum whispers as he slides his hand down to grip Ashton’s ass, causing Ash’s hips to stutter and jolt against you. You watch Ash pull on Cal’s neck so he can sink his teeth into Cal’s plump lower lip as he spills his cum into you, shuddering in your arms. You let out a loud moan and you all hold your breath waiting to see if it’s woken anyone up.

Once Ash comes down, he tenderly kisses you. “Love,” he murmurs. You give him a few more sweet kisses before you feel Calum’s eager fingers on your skin.

Ashton helps turn you around and his lips shower your shoulders and neck with affection as Cal sinks into you. He groans at the new sensation of Ash’s hot cum surrounding his cock, making you feel even more wet and warm to him.

Ash pushes his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit in time with Cal’s thrusts. “It’s your turn, love, been so good and selfless tonight. Let Cal feel you cum,” he coaxes. “Look at you, look at Cal, look at how good you feel to our boyfriend.”

Cal’s eyes are screwed shut, his lip between his teeth as he tries to hold in any noises. “Calum,” you moan softly. His eyes open to find yours and you lean in for a feverish kiss, a kiss that becomes all tongue as you work your body against him.

Ashton mutters “Fuck” behind you and Cal lets out a guttural moan as you start to squeeze around his cock. You whine helplessly, “I’m cumming.”

“I feel that… let it go,” Cal encourages. You press your face into his chest to quiet yourself and without thinking you start biting and sucking his skin. Ash keeps rubbing your clit through your orgasm until you gently push his hand away, too sensitive to let him continue.

When Ash pulls his fingers up, it’s immediately noticeable they’re covered in both your arousal and his cum that leaked out of you. As soon as that registers to Calum, he grabs for Ash’s hand and takes his fingers into his mouth again, cleaning and sucking them like before. Once he’s done, Ashton takes the opportunity to explore a little more, pumping his fingers, treating Cal’s mouth like he does your pussy.

You shift yourself slightly back, leaning more into Ash so you can watch Calum come undone. You feel his hips continue to drive his cock into you as you watch the obscene way Ash fingers his mouth. You could almost cum again from the visual alone.

“Gonna cum for us, baby?” You breathe, out of your mind with desire. Cal glances at you with a question in his eyes but you answer it before he has a chance to ask. “It’s OK, I want you to.”

Ashton pulls his fingers from Cal’s mouth and pushes your bodies tighter together. He wraps his hand around the back of Cal’s neck, thumb caressing his cheek. “Need you to cum for us, handsome.” And that seems to do it for him. Cal’s hips falter and he clings to you, groaning deeply as he pumps you with cum. It’s the first time you’ve ever let him cum in you and it couldn’t feel more right. His body is tense for a few more moments and then he relaxes, first pressing his lips to yours and then to Ashton’s.

“You’re gonna make a mess,” he chuckles as he gently pulls out.

“We’ve got plenty we can clean her up with,” Ash shrugs.

Cal considers that point and sits up, lifting your thigh to watch in awe as his cum - at least he assumes it’s his - starts to leak out of you. “Incredible,” he murmurs, leaning in, pressing kisses along your thigh.

Ashton sits up to join him and his eyes ping pong back and forth between watching you drip and watching Cal’s reaction to it. He swirls his fingers in the cum that’s now pooling on your thigh. He pulls back a little, drawing your and Cal’s attention. You watch in shock as he pushes his fingers into his mouth, tasting all three of you together. He moans and repeats the action, only this time, pulling Calum in for a kiss, sharing the taste with him.

They break apart and the three of you smile at each other, basking in the intimacy of everything that’s just happened. Cal lays down next to you, stroking over your hair as Ash reaches for his shirt and cleans between your thighs. When he’s done, he curls up next to you and Cal kisses him and then you. “So lucky to have you both,” Cal murmurs.

“We’re the lucky ones,” Ash smiles, grabbing Cal’s hand, interlacing their fingers and letting them rest on your hip.

“I hate that you have to go to bed alone after this,” you pout, kissing on Calum’s jaw.

“I’ll be just fine, this was worth it. Thank you both,” he whispers sincerely. He squeezes Ash’s hand and kisses your forehead.

You’re practically asleep, warm and naked, feeling safe with your loves when they finally decide it’s time for bed. The guys quickly pull their clothes back on and help you into yours. Ash takes the blanket to the laundry room while you put out the fire and turn off the Christmas tree lights. You hold their hands as you navigate the dark house, pulling them up the stairs.

You stop at the guest room to say goodnight to Cal. “You should come to bed with us,” you whisper.

Calum smiles at you but shakes his head. “I think we’ve already pushed our luck quite a bit tonight, darlin’.” He looks to Ash for backup.

“Your sister got her perfect engagement, we pulled off the world’s quietest threesome… we should take the win,” Ashton chuckles quietly.

You pout but know they’re right. Cal pulls you into him by your hips and kisses you, slow but passionate. “Get to bed, darlin’.”

You walk to your room and stand in the doorway, waiting for Ashton. You smile as you watch your boyfriends flirt, easily the most comfortable they’ve ever been with each other. Ash actively reaches out to pull Cal into a kiss and you decide it’s a moment for them; you lay in bed and close your eyes, letting the memories of the evening wash over you, filling you with warmth and contentment.

Ashton quietly enters the room, unsure if you’re awake; you feel the bed shift as he climbs in and you turn over to gaze at him dreamily. “How you feelin’, love?” You ask, carefully, wanting to encourage him to share with you without seeming like you’re pressing.

He lays on his side and gives you a loving, appreciative look. “Happy. Excited. Very, very grateful to have someone like you by my side,” he reflects, gently tracing where your t-shirt has lifted to expose your hip. “I know it’s taken me a while to kind of figure out what I need from this relationship… even back when it was just us, honestly. You’ve just always been so patient and open with me and I hope I’ve made clear how much I appreciate that. And you.”

You scoot in closer, resting your head on his pillow, your face inches from his. “Even before Cal happened, I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, Ash. With me, without me… with me with someone else…” You both giggle and you peck his lips sweetly. “I’m glad you’re finding your place in all this. And I’m happy to do whatever I can to help you find it.”

You know it takes a lot for Ashton to share with you like this and you savor it when it happens. You lay yourself on his chest and he strokes your hair as you quietly talk some more. You’re starting to drift off to sleep when you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. You look up at Ash, concerned, before reaching for it.

“It’s Cal, asking if we’re awake?” You shrug, quickly responding that you are.

Seconds later, your bedroom door slowly opens and Calum carefully closes it behind him. Unlike the previous night, he doesn’t hesitate to help himself onto the bed and snuggle into your back, resting his hand on top of Ash’s on your hip.

“Couldn’t sleep. It just… I don’t know... didn’t feel right being without you both after that,” he explains, kissing your neck.

Light kisses and soft touches are exchanged between you all and then there’s a brief discussion about how long the cuddle session should be. You push to have Cal sleep in bed with you and Ash and though they’re reluctant at first, you eventually convince your boyfriends that the family will be none the wiser as long as you set an alarm to get him back to his room before everyone is up and around for Christmas morning.

Ashton untangles himself from you both to set both the alarm clock on the nightstand and the alarm on his phone, just to be safe. You turn towards Cal and peck his nose. “Feelin’ OK, bubba?”

He smiles, brushing your hair back. “Me? How are you? Tonight was kind of a lot. This week was kind of a lot, I feel like I haven’t checked in enough…”

“Bub, I’m so good,” you promise him, snuggling into his chest. “I’ve got you, I’ve got Ash… I get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning. It seems crazy to say but I actually think this all turned out perfectly.”

You feel Ash press himself tightly against your back, stretching his arms out to hug you both, sandwiching you between the two men. It’s sweet at first and then it quickly becomes silly and the three of you giggle quietly, giddy with exhaustion and affection.

“Plus, now everyone has an idea of what we're all like together so it won't come as too big of a shock when I post a picture of me kissing you both at midnight on New Year's Eve," you grin back and forth between the two.

Calum chuckles, "Oh is that the new plan?"

You wrap their arms tighter across you and contentedly say, "New year, new beginning. Let my sister have Christmas, New Year's will be ours."

Your words hang in the air as you all consider the weight of them. Ash breaks the silence by laughing to himself, causing both you and Cal to look at him with inquiry.

"Care to share?" You ask, using Cal's hand to playfully jab Ash's side, causing him to laugh more.

Ashton looks at you both and smirks, "I was just thinking… if tonight was Christmas sex at your family's house, the fuck are we gonna do to celebrate New Year's Eve at home?"

Calum snickers beside you, a naughty look on his face making you wonder what's running through his mind.

"Well," you start, playfully nipping under each of your boyfriends' jaws. "We've got a whole week to figure that out, now don't we?"

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In a Heartbeat  -  Five

Pairing: Fireman!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’ve always been careful with your heart. With your condition, you don’t exactly have any other choice. The last time you let someone in, you paid the price. A price you don’t plan on paying again. Until Bucky comes in and shatters your carefully crafted world.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut (18+), 

Word Count: 3.7K

A/n: hi I hope you enjoy this! So I’m thinking this will probably have two more parts and maybe an epilogue. I’m very very excited. Also my carpal tunnel has been hurting a lot lately so I haven’t been able to write much, plus I've been super tired. I hope to post more regularly and update stuff more often but I make no promises. Anyway, Enjoy!

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“Going somewhere, Barnes?” The brunet smiles, raking a hand through his damp hair.

“Hell yeah, I am. I’ve got a date with the most gorgeous woman in the world.” Steve chuckles, shaking his head at his friend.

“Barnes doesn’t stink. What's he planning?” Sam asks, eyeing the way the brunet towel-dries his hair as he gathers his things.

Showering at the firehouse is something he likes to avoid at all costs. But smelling like sweat and fire before meeting you for another date? That’s ten times worse.

“Shut up, Sam.”

“He’s just jealous that no one wants to go out with him,” a female voice calls.

The men look to the doorway, smiles growing as they see Natasha standing there.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asks, eyeing the cupcake in her hand.

“I come bearing gifts. Some better than others.” She steps aside and you smile from where she was standing, a Tupperware of cupcakes in your hands.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Steve calls. You wave weakly at him, smiling nervously as you walk over to the table where he sits.

“Hey, doll. What are you doing here?” Bucky asks, eyes devouring your figure.

“Hi. Nat said she was popping by so I thought I’d go with her. Save you the drive over to my place, too.” You look at Bucky as you say the last part, smiling timidly at the grin on his face.

He walks over to you and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips while his arm wraps around your waist.

You pull away when Sam whistles, giggling softly and shaking your head.

“I uh... I brought some cupcakes for you and the guys. Nat said I should leave them for her but I thought you guys might want some.”

Sam and Clint are diving for the container before you’ve even finished speaking, and you can’t help but laugh at their eagerness.

Bucky moves to stand behind you, his chin on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You okay?” He asks softly. You nod, bringing your hands up to rest on his.

He knows how you get around his friends, nervous that they won’t accept you. When he introduced you to them for the first time you’d had to excuse yourself to take nearly a double dose of your pills.

“We can head out right away. I just need to grab my things.” You nod your understanding and he presses a soft kiss to your cheek before letting go of you.

“Well if you’re trying to win us over, it worked. These cupcakes are amazing, (Y/n).” You smile at Clint then over at Nat who gives you a knowing look.

The drive over was filled with you panicking and freaking out, hoping that they didn’t hate the cupcakes or think you were weird for making them.

“If Nat kept these to herself I think I’d die,” Sam says, interrupting your thoughts.

“These are the leftovers from our Halloween party. I’m not gonna eat them all and I don’t think it’s healthy for Nat and James to share two dozen cupcakes between the two of them.” Bucky pinches your butt and you yelp, swatting his hand away.

“I could’ve devoured those in ten minutes.” You nod, smacking his chest. “That’s what I’m worried about. There’s only room for one of us to have a heart problem in this relationship.”

Steve chokes on his cupcake and Nat cackles, shaking her head at you.

In the time that you and Bucky have been together, your confidence has grown so much, and for that Nat is very grateful.

“It’s okay to laugh,” you say, noticing the way Clint and Sam are staring at Bucky. The brunet shakes his head, hugging you tightly and chuckling into your hair.

“Always a comedian, huh?” You shrug, “one of us has to be funny.” Sam laughs then, Clint snorting while Steve coughs the cupcake out of his lungs.

“Alright. Enough of that. Let’s get going.”

You bid goodbye to everyone and walk with Bucky to his truck, smiling when he starts driving.

“So you’re my girl then?” He asks after a while, a smile on his face.

“I thought it was obvious after our first date,” you reply coyly, heart skipping a beat as you remember everything that took place.

Since then you’ve had your fair share of make-out sessions, each ending in him pulling away with the excuse of wanting to wait.

He chuckles softly, eyes on you for a long moment.

“Well, I just never know. Don’t want to assume anything.” You hum, pondering this for a moment.

“Have you been ‘playing the field’ then? Waiting ‘till we’re a real item to put yourself off the market?” You’re half-teasing, but he can hear the nervousness beneath your words.

“No way. With a sweet thing like you by my side, I’d never even dream of someone else, even if we weren’t official.” You feel reassured and relax into the seat.

“Where are we headed?” You ask after a moment, realizing you don’t know what his date plans are for tonight.

“Well, I figured since it’s the start of the weekend, we could have a delicious dinner of Italian bread, tomato spread, cheese, vegetables, and meat. Maybe top it off with some gourmet pureed milk with fresh vanilla, frozen to the perfect temperature.”

You blink at this then shake your head. “Pizza and ice cream?”

“Pizza and ice cream.”

~*~

You’re cuddled up next to him on his couch, head tucked on his shoulder and legs thrown over his lap. He’s got his metal hand on your knees and his flesh around your shoulders, holding you close to his body while the two of you watch the movie.

You’re tracing tiny patterns on the back of his metal hand, marvelling at how warm the material is beneath your touch.

Your fingers gradually make their way up until you’re drawing on his forearm.

He shifts slightly, hand resting on your hip and tugging you up until you’re seated on his lap. The position is nice, but not the one you want to be in, so you quickly shift to straddle his lap.

His eyes snap up to your face, beautiful blues capturing your gaze and looking straight into your soul.

“Hi,” he murmurs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Your fingers find their way to his hair, combing through and nails gently scraping against his scalp.

“Hi,” you reply, voice just as soft as his.

Something in the atmosphere changes at that moment, the two of you taking note of it at the same time. The tension grows swiftly between the two of you as you each glance at the other’s lips.

“It’s been over a month,” you whisper, lips just hardly brushing over his. He nods, hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulls you hard against him, forcing you to feel the outline of his hardening cock.  

“It has. And you haven’t run away screaming yet so I must be doing something right.” You chuckle, lips pressing gentle kisses to his neck. “If tonight goes well, I don’t think I’ll ever run away.” He groans and his hips thrust upwards, making you gasp.

“A-are you sure?” He asks, genuinely concerned as he pulls back.

“I don’t wanna hurt you... and I don’t wanna get your heart going too fast.” You smile softly at him, cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, James. I want you. And if my heart gets too high, we’ll put my pills on the nightstand. I just want you. Please.” He lets out a big breath and you sigh, pushing off of his lap and scooting away from him until you’re at the opposite end of the couch.

“Babydoll, I didn’t say no. I’m just worried.” You say nothing. Instead, you keep your arms crossed over your chest and stare at the TV screen.

“C’mon doll. You’re not gonna be mad at me for caring about your heart, are ya?” You look over at him finally and sigh.

“It’s my heart, James. And if I wanna risk my health to have sex with you, that's my choice.” He chuckles and shakes his head, crawling over to you. His hands are on your body then, flipping you so you’re laying with your back against the arm of the couch. He climbs between your legs and grinds his hips against yours.

“If your heart needs a break you tell me, okay? I don’t care if I’m about to cum, you stop me and you take your pills. Your health is more important than anything to me.” You nod, eyelids fluttering closed as he grinds against you again.

“Do you promise? I won’t do anything unless you promise to tell me if it’s too much.” Yo open your eyes when he stops moving, hands coming up to his shoulders.

“I promise I’ll tell you if I need to take a breather, okay?” He nods, happy with your answer, then dives down to press a searing kiss to your lips.

The passion behind it is like nothing you’ve felt before, and you’re startled for a moment before kissing him back just as forcefully.

He grinds his length against your core through your clothes and you moan softly against his lips.

His tongue darts into your mouth, getting re-acquainted with every inch while his flesh hand shoves your shirt up just enough for some skin-to-skin contact.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down harder against you and rocking your hips up to meet his.

“You gonna let me eat you out?” The way the words fall breathlessly from his kiss-swollen lips makes you moan, nodding desperately. He chuckles softly, mouth making a wet trail down your neck.

His fingers come to the neckline of your shirt and, with little effort, he tears the fabric straight down the middle.

The blatant display of strength has you wiggling your hips in a pathetic attempt to alleviate the growing tension between your thighs.

His fingers dart behind your back, unclasping your bra expertly and tossing it aside.

Lips wrap around your nipple, tongue darting out for a moment before he nips at it with his teeth.

Your back arches up into his touch and he uses that to his advantage, groping your other breast and pinching at your nipple.

He pulls away after a moment, eyes dark and focused on your face while his hand slides up to rest on your throat, fingers pressing against your pulse point. You roll your eyes but he seems determined to make sure you’re not overworking yourself.

“Just checking,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips quickly before climbing down your body. He tugs your pants down, panties coming with them, and lays on his stomach between your legs.

You bring one hand up to cover your face, heart skipping a beat as he places kiss after kiss on your inner thighs.

“Relax for me, doll. Lemme treat you right.” You nod, taking deep breaths to try and calm down while he brings your thighs over his shoulders.

His tongue darts out and licks you from entrance to clit, sending sparks shooting from your core to your toes.

He repeats the action a few times before focusing on your clit, tongue swirling and massaging over the bundle of nerves. Your thighs clench around his head and your heels dig into his back.

“F-fuck.” You’re surprised at how quickly he gets you to the edge, but you pay it no mind for now. Instead, you bask in the feeling of his mouth on your core and his beard scratching your thighs.

Your hands grab at his hair, pulling him in while your hips buck up off the couch.

Mouth open in a silent scream of bliss, you convulse. Your thighs tremble atop his shoulders and your hands nearly rip his hair from his head, but he doesn't mind. No, if anything the pain spurs him on.

It isn’t until you give an intentional tug on his hair that he lets up, eyes finding yours as he slowly lowers your legs and sits back on his haunches.

His hands rub gently over your thighs while you catch your breath, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“You okay?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

You nod, heart beating fast but not nearly fast enough to be concerning.

“Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?” He’s genuinely wondering if you want to continue and you find yourself smiling softly at him.

“Yeah, I really really do.” He nods, a smile spreading on his handsome face before he scoops you up in his arms and carries you into his bedroom.

He’s so gentle in his movements, carefully placing you on the bed, kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

He only stays with you for a moment before standing up and darting out of the room. You prop yourself up on your elbows in confusion, waiting nervously for him to come back.

When he does you feel your heart warm.

He’s got your pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“Just in case. So you don’t have to go far.” He sets them down on the bedside table then stands sheepishly beside the bed, cheeks pink. You crawl up onto your knees, grab the collar of his shirt, and yank him down onto the bed with you.

He collapses on top of you, catching himself at the very last second with his metal arm. Your lips find his in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue.

“Take off your clothes,” you whisper against his lips, fingers toying with his belt buckle.

He pulls back and yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor in a quick flash. Before he can come back, you’re tracing your fingers gently over his chest, eyes finding the angry red scarring on his shoulder.

His eyes are focused on your face as you trace over the scars with feather-light fingers, a frown tugging on the corners of your mouth.

“What?” He asks, worried that you’re disgusted with him.

“Do they hurt?” Your voice is a hushed whisper, almost as if you’re afraid of breaking the atmosphere of the dark room.

“Sometimes. But I deal with it.” You shake your head and look up at him, tears glistening in your eyes. “You shouldn’t have to.” His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you tight against his chest.

“We all have things that we shouldn’t have to deal with but we deal with them. I’m no exception.” You lean your head against his shoulder and press soft kisses to the place where metal meets flesh.

His fingers dance along your spine for a few minutes before he pulls away. You tilt your head back to look at him just as he leans down. His lips find yours, moulding against them so gingerly and expressing things that words could never.

Your arms wrap around his neck as he slowly leads you to lay down on the bed. Your legs come up around his waist, squeezing his waist and holding him tightly.

“You gonna fuck me?” The words slip out before you can stop them, but the growl that rumbles in his chest is enough for you to feel no regrets.

He leans back on his haunches and nearly tears his belt in half in his haste to get it off. His jeans are pushed off next, boxers coming with them until he’s naked before you.

You relax on your back as he leans over you, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head. You hold his biceps as he spreads your thighs with his knees.

“M’gonna treat you so well, darlin’.”

You nod, mouth dropping open in a gasp as he slides his hot length through your dripping folds.

He repeats the action a few times, coating himself in your slick before positioning the tip right at your entrance.

His eyes are locked on yours, holding your gaze as he slowly pushes into you, fire alight in his eyes at the choked moan that leaves your lips.

You finally manage to tear your eyes from his, staring down at where he’s pushing inch upon inch of his thick cock into your tight cunt.

There’s a brief moment of panic when you wonder if you’ll be able to take him fully.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, lips brushing gently over your temple. “Fuck, you feel so good... so nice...” You tilt your head back, relaxing further into the mattress as he bottoms out, hips flush against yours.

Your breathing hard, eyes shut and hands holding his biceps tightly as you adjust to his impressive size, the intrusion so foreign after so long.

“You okay?” He asks gently, voice laced with concern. You nod, taking a moment to actually check in with yourself. Your heart is beating fairly quickly, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

“I-I’m okay. Can you...?” You trail off but he gets the idea, pulling his hips back only to press them forward. You moan softly, nails biting into the sensitive skin of his right arm and he hisses at the pain, snapping his hips forward harder and finding a steady pace.

Your head digs into the mattress, pleasure bubbling up and filling up the space inside of you with sparks as his cock hits the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

“Fuck... right there... fuck...”

He assaults your neck with rough kisses, his beard scratching at the sensitive skin and adding to the intense feeling of euphoria like gasoline to a fire.

Each thrust of his hips pushes you closer and closer to the edge, and your heart picks up speed as your climax approaches.

His metal hand pushes its way between your bodies down to where the two of you are connected, immediately working your clit and successfully pushing you into your climax.

Your entire body ignites, every nerve on fire and every cell up in flames. It rolls over you in wave after wave, drowning the rest of your senses so that all you can focus on is the feeling of him between your legs, pushing you headfirst into the most intense orgasm of your life.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock brings him rushing to his own release, hips faltering as he tries to maintain his composure and fuck the two of you through your highs.

He cums in hot bursts, painting your walls white and filling you with his seed. Your chest heaves, breaths coming in hard and fast in both an attempt to get oxygen and slow your heart, and also come down from your high.

Bucky pushes himself off of you upon hearing your laboured breaths and after one glance at your heaving chest, he’s pulling out of you and reaching over to grab your pills and the glass of water.

He balances them both in one hand and helps you sit up carefully, handing you the small bottle and then the glass of water.

You take your pills as quickly as you can, avoiding his eyes until your heart stops racing, and even then you don’t look up.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispers, taking the objects from your hands and setting them back on the table.

You slowly do, eyes glossy with tears as you bring your knees up and hug them to your chest.

“What’s wrong? Why the tears?” You shake your head, closing your eyes tightly and taking a few deep breaths.

“I ruin everything,” you whisper softly, pressing your forehead to your knees as tears drip down your cheeks.

He’s quiet for a long while, trying to figure out what’s making you say something so ridiculous.

“What... why would you say that, sweet girl?” You shake your head, sniffling.

“My stupid heart ruins everything. We were having a moment and I-” “Hey, you listen to me.” The urgency in his voice has you looking up instinctively, but you find nothing but softness on his face.

“Your heart is anything but stupid, okay? Your heart is amazing and it makes you who you are. I couldn’t care less if you have to stop and take your pills every time we have sex. If you wanna have sex again. I mean, I enjoyed it and I hope you did too, but if you didn’t that's okay, but maybe let me try again so that you can enjoy it more. But if you don’t want to that's totally fine, I don’t want you to feel pressured into having sex with me again if you don’t want to.” He stops himself and shakes his head, sighing heavily.

“What I'm trying to say, is that you could quite literally stop me as I'm about to blow my fricken load and take your pills and I wouldn’t be upset. We could be fighting, and if you need to take your pills it’s all behind us. Just because your heart needs a little help doesn’t make it any less important, okay? I will always put your health above anything.” You let out a shaky breath then nod, new tears welling up in your eyes at his words.

“Oh no. No more tears, doll.” You shake your head, a teary smile spreading on your face.

“You’re the nicest man I’ve ever met. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” He’s got you wrapped in his arms in an instant, metal arm tight around your back and flesh hand holding the back of your head gingerly.

“Oh, darlin’...” His own eyes prickle with tears as he presses his lips to your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, pulling back after a moment and giggling softly.

“Don’t be. This is how I want things to be. I want us to be able to cry and laugh right after sex. It’s how we should be. And I’m so happy that you’re comfortable with me.”

You sniffle and nod, fingers toying with his metal hand.

“How about we go take a shower then get nice and cuddled up in bed? I’ve been meaning to catch up on some of that show you introduced me to.” Your eyebrows raise and he chuckles.

“How’s that sound, pretty girl?” You nod, a small smile on your face. “It sounds perfect.”

[the-night-writer1]

what about some lost son au stuff i dont see that one much? maybe babo?

Heck yeah 👍)

"wait where's Red son?" Mk asked as he showed up ready for a fight with said demon only to find Bob. Was this a trick? Red son usually didn't play mind games.

"he had more important matters to attend too" Bob said nervously as he tried to figure out what to do. Mk was confused wasn't finding a power source for his dad like his main thing? What would be more important than that?

-----

"Im here Carmel. It'll be over soon." Red son said as he rubbed his husband's back. Shanyao was basically wrapped around the toilet in their bathroom. Red was doing his best to comfort his husband who was suffering from a nasty bit of nausea.

"I hate this so -" Shanyao groaned softly before he went back to gretching in the toilet. Red rubbed his back slowly as Shanyao's tail wrapped around his husband's waist.

"hey it's going to be alright Carmel monkey just breathe.You're almost to your second trimester love it should lighten up soon" Red son said as he tried to reassure his husband. There was no way even for his parents that Red son let Shanyao handle this alone again.

He learned his lesson from what happened before. He should have been there, he hadn't been there.

"I- I think that's it" Shanyao panted heavily as he leaned back on Red son. Utterly exhausted as Red son wrapped his arms around Shanyao's waist. Shan laid his head on Red's shoulder and took in the sweet smell of cherry soot. He was grateful for the little bit comfort he got from his love's scent.

Red scooped Shanyao up shortly after he was sure his beloved was really done throwing up. Carrying him out of their bathroom back to the king size bed the two shared in their bedroom.

"Remind me to apologize for distracting you when your parents come to scold us alright?" Shanyao said softly as he was tucked in while Red son chuckled at the statement. He thought it was ridiculous Shanyao thought that.

"don't be foolish Carmel. There's no need to apologize, you clearly need me here and I'm sure at least father understand" Red son said as he kissed Shanyao's forehead lovingly, before he cradled his husband's scarred cheek in one hand," If anything they should apologize to you for what happened a few nights ago. I'm sorry I should have defended you better."

"hey, hey it's alright. I pushed my luck and lost the draw," Shanyao said with a soft weak smile as he sunk into his husband's touch. Just taking in another one of those rare tender moments these two got to themselves while lightly joking," and at least I didn't throw on the princess or I probably be dead"

"I highly doubt she would have killed you sweet monkey."Red son said with a soft chuckle as he rubbed Shanyao's cheek," you can't help what our little one doesn't like. It be unfair to get mad at you for that."

" Yes it be very foolish for either of us to get angry because of that. I just wish to be informed when you get nauseous in the future" Mowang said as he peaked in to the room. Scaring his son by accident, his son in law heard him coming. Shanyao weakly waved to Mowang as he walked in.

"you could have warned me my father was coming down the hallway!" Red son said as he shoved his face in his hands. The king chuckled as he sat next to his son on the floor.

"then how's supposed to spook you cherry blossom" Shanyao playfully asked before looking to the Bull king," I apologize about being a distraction."

" no need to apologize for what you can not help. My wife could barely leave bed when she was expecting this one" Mowang said with a chuckle as he patted his son's back," if anything I ask you to rest. I just came to check in my wife mentioned that your health has never been perfect and expecting a little one puts a lot strain on a person."

"I'll be alright I've lived through worse" Shan said reassuringly as Mowang ruffled his hair. It felt odd to have a father figure check in because they were worried about his health. Macaque didn't even check on him when he got the facial scar. Was this what parental worry was?

It was nice.

[asciendo]

I’m not going anywhere

Make it Right Series Chapter 19

Jean was the cocky bastard that walked around like he owned the place. Y/N couldn’t stand him so when the time came that you were his sparring partner, you couldn’t wait to teach him a lesson.

Little did the both of you know, that sparring match would be the start of your unexpected relationship with Jean Kirschtein, that will change your life, and the rest of the Scout Regiment forever.

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You ran to the back house of the Scouts HQ, it was abandoned and you and Jean would often sneak off in between training. You sat by the lake at the back of the house and burst into tears.

You knew he'd eventually find you, but you needed time to be alone before he did. Your heart felt like it was breaking—how could you be so stupid? So reckless? You wanted a family of course, but how the world is now, the titans, being trapped inside the walls with so many unanswered questions, and now you're bringing a child into this world?

Also, the thought of not being out there with the rest of the Scouts, you felt like you failed them. They needed you, and you couldn't do anything in your state.

Jean. You felt like you were ruining his life. He felt like he needed to protect everyone, now you added another person to that list. You started to curse at yourself for thinking about your child as a burden—but thinking about all that has happened, all the death—you did not want your child to experience all of that.

as you watched the water flow in front of you, you started wonder what the baby would look like. Would it have your H/C? Jean's golden eyes?

You knew you wanted a family with Jean, but you thought it would be when you were older and when the world was right, and safe.

***

Jean was slumped over the table in their dormitory, he couldn't stop thinking about you and if you were alright. Suddenly, he felt something light his forehead. He looked down to the table and saw a piece of bread. Looking up, he saw Sasha and Connie giggling. "What?" He spat.

"Nothing, you're just so...easy." Sasha giggled and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm sure she'll be fine." Armin smiled at him.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was just the flu." Connie stated nonchalantly. Jean knew he was overreacting, but seeing you pale and hurling every morning made him feel helpless in protecting you.

He couldn't help but think it was something worse than the flu and there was something wrong with your health. His father passed from a sickness that doctors couldn't explain, and he was nervous about that happening to you.

Suddenly, Erwin and Levi walk in and the Scouts all scramble to stand to salute. "Kirschtein, outside." Was all Erwin said before leaving with Levi and Jean's heart dropped. The last time he was called by Erwin was when his cousin passed. He looked around at the others and they were all looking at each other, concerned.

Armin gave him a reassuring smile, but Jean could tell he was nervous as well. When Jean left the room, the rest of the cadets began to worry as well.

"I-Is Y/N alright...I was just playing...I thought.." Sasha began to tremble as Connie stared at the floor. "If she's not okay—"

"She's fine." Armin spoke up, trying to sound confident but failing.

As Jean met with Erwin and Levi outside, he was thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to you. Did she have a heart attack? Some kind of disease? He wanted to know...so he could protect you.

"S-sir." Jean mumbled as he joined Erwin and Levi.

"Kirschtein, we have to talk." Levi began. Jean gulped, he felt like his heart was about to fall out of his chest. He looked at Erwin who had a solemn expression, he knew it was about Y/N. "Is it Y/N?"

Levi and Erwin looked at each other and nodded. "I-is she okay? What happened? Where is she? Is she..." all the questions that was swarming in Jean's head suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Is she dead?" Jean finally asked and he felt tears form in the side of his face. Suddenly, Erwin's solemn expression turned to a confused on and Levi was looking at Jean like he was crazy.

"W-what?" Levi asked with an annoyed look on his face. "She's not dead." Erwin stated and began to chuckle at Jean's question.

Jean let out a sigh of relief. The whole day he was imagining the worst things that could have happened to Y/N, knowing she was alive, he thought his ordeal was over. "Thank god." Jean breathed out while his two superiors were still gawking at him over his reaction.

"She's not dead but..." Levi began and looked at Erwin for a signal to continue.

"B-but what..."

"Jean..." Erwin began and Jean held his breath in anticipation. "Y/N is pregnant." Jean thought he misheard Erwin. "What?" he laughed but Levi and Erwin's faces remained the same. "No, that's not—"

"Are you sure?"

"She's been sick am I right? Vomiting every morning?" Erwin began and Jean nodded slowly. "It could be the flu.." Jean began and Levi shook his head.

"The nurse did tests, Jean...she's pregnant." Erwin finished and Jean stumbled back.

"Both of you are still in the Scouts—but she will be left behind on missions." Levi stated but Jean was still processing the information.

From inside, the rest of the Scouts were watching from the window. "I don't get it, he seemed find a few seconds ago...now he seems sad again." Sasha whispered as she chewed on a loaf of bread.

"I'm sure it's nothing, he would have been bawling if something bad happened to Y/N." Armin stated.

"But why does he look like he just saw a ghost?" Connie questioned. "Why don't we just ask him?" Eren said through gritted teeth.

"Not yet, he's still talking to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin." Mikasa answered.

"We'll try to prepare a room for her...and the baby." Levi finished, he seemed uncomfortable with the idea of a baby being in the Scouts HQ. "But, this is just to show you...be careful. What you do can affect people other than yourself, and it just happens to be your child." Levi's final remark caused Jean to break out of his trance, as he watched his superiors leave.

He felt frozen. Like his body wasn't responding to him. He felt like the world just shifted under his feet without realizing it.

He heard footsteps behind him, as he turned, he saw the rest of the Scouts were outside, looking at him cautiously.

"Jean...is Y/N alright?" Armin asked first. Jean remained silent as his friends looked at him with worry, waiting for an answer.

"She's okay, right?" Sasha whispered. Jean looked down, it was no use hiding it, how could you hide something like this.

"Y/N's pregnant."

Sasha dropped her bread, Connie spat out the water he was drinking, Mikasa's eyes grew wide. Armin and Eren just stared at Jean in disbelief.

"WHAT!" Connie shouted after a while, Jean just stared at him and shrugged. He turned away from them and began to walk away, leaving the rest of them dumbfounded.

He didn't know where he was going, he just needed to think. He thought of bringing up a child in this world, where life was uncertain, how was he going to lead his teammates when he would desperately want to survive for his child. Would he return to his selfish self? Would he focus on surviving rather than fighting for humanity to see his child grow up?

He was going to be a father. He was going to have a child. He always wanted this, a quiet, comfortable life in the interiors. But that all changed when he joined the Scouts. He thought he had to let that dream die, but at least he had you.

Y/N. he couldn't imagine what she was feeling. He stopped and closed his eyes. He's been so concerned about himself, when it was you that's experiencing this first-hand.

Jean went to the infirmary, but you were gone, he saw Hange talking to the nurse and he walked up to her.

"Jean..." she began as she saw him. "Where's Y/N?"

"She ran when she found out." She was looking at him with a sad expression, knowing the ordeal he was going through.

Jean began to think, the only place she would go, could go to be alone was the back house, smiling to himself, he left the infirmary and made his way to you.

***

You haven't left your spot by the lake. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had zero control. Even with how the world is, you felt like you knew what you wanted to do. Fight for humanity, make it better for your family, for you, for Jean...now you felt like everything you've ever known about the world has changed. Why did this happen? What were you supposed to do? There was no stopping it, you had to face yourself and the situation.

Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you, you knew it was Jean. You felt him sit behind you, then strong arms suddenly slide across your waist and pull you closer to his chest.

You couldn't hold it in. You burst out sobbing uncontrollably, your vision began to blur as the tears poured down your face.

Jean releases you for a moment, flips you over so your head rests on his chest. He doesn't say anything, but your somewhat comforted with the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes you in.

"J-jean..." you suddenly speak, face still buried in his chest. "I'm sorry—"

"Shhh." He cuts you off by pulling you closer, which makes you cry even harder. "I'm sorry—"

"Whoa whoa whoa, why are you sorry? This is on both of us." Jean pulls away to look at you. His face saddens at the sight of you, eyes puffy and face flushed from crying.

"W-what am I gonna do..." you begin, not looking at him, but more of asking yourself.

"Wait..what do you mena what are you gonna do?" you look at him confused. "I'm part of this as much as you are." Jean grabs your face and looks at you intently. "You have so much on your plate...you're training to lead a squad you're—"

"So?"

"Jean..." you begin but his face hasn't changed. "it doesn't matter, we're in this together." You've never seen Jean this sure about anything before. Even with leading the Scouts, you could tell he would question himself. Now, he's looking at you with so much assurance that you felt a sense of stability about the situation.

"How could we have done this? Bring a child, into this world...where there's death everywhere...we're trapped here—"

"I don't know." He stated, still looking at you. "I don't know...what we're going to do." He finished. "Jean, I feel like...I let the Scouts down...I feel—"

"Can you stop it?"

"What?" You were confused, you didn't understand how Jean seemed so in control over the situation when you were a complete mess. "Stop saying that it's just you...I'm part of this as much as you are. Stop taking all the guilt, put some on me..." you began to cry again, and Jean shushed you once more. "I know this isn't ideal. We're in this fucked up place, with titans, we're stuck inside this fucking cage, and we...we brought a child into this...we...weren't thinking...we both let the scouts down..." he looked away from you for a moment and you could tell he was beating himself up as well.

"But...it's not just you...it's me too. I feel everything you're feeling..not physically but...you don't have to go through this alone...I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm going to be a good father. You're going to be an amazing mother, I always knew that, and that's all that matters." Jean looked at you and you looked right back at him, at that moment, you felt there was nothing wrong in the world, no titans, no hiding within the walls, just you and Jean. At that moment, despite everything, you felt hopeful for the future, your future with Jean.

[markleesthighs]

Can I request a piece of writing with Badboy!Jaehyun and him changing throughout their relationship because his shy girlfriend has asthma and can’t be around him when he smokes cigarettes?🥺

-ahh i love this concept thanks for sending it in!

You never thought you would end up dating Jaehyun. He was the complete opposite of you, loud, rebellious, and dangerous. You, on the other hand were someone who did well in school, kept yourself quiet, and followed rules accordingly. You met Jaehyun at one of his parties, your friend dragged you to it because she wanted you to get out of the house for once. She clearly dressed you up, putting on your makeup, clothes, and jewelry for you. You looked completely different, you weren’t wearing your soft sweaters and ripped jeans but a tight fitted dress that was riding up your butt. (You kept trying to pull it down) So when you entered the party it would be no shock that everyone drew their attention to you, including Jaehyun.

“Woah! y/n looks hotter then normal!”

“I’d tap that any day.”

“Who knew she had those curves under those sweaters.”

All these comments somewhat ticked off Jaehyun. He liked how you looked before, you looked cute and innocent, he liked that you were and looked different from his lifestyle. He admits that you looked hot, but he didn’t like that you looked like fresh meat for all the other guys drooling over you. When Johnny approached you, he snapped out of his thoughts. You still looked like an awkward mess while trying to talk to Johnny, but when he was about to whisk you away upstairs (probably to make out or something) Jaehyun stepped in and asked Johnny if he could talk to you outside. Johnny smirked and said

“Get it Jae, you sly dog. You are a lucky man.”

Drunkenly laughing Johnny walked off to hit on another girl for the night as you looked up with your innocent e/c (eye color) eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was blushing or if he had too much to drink. He dragged you outside almost like a strict dad pulling their child outside to scold them.

“What is all of this? Who do you think you’re fooling?”

“Relax, Jaehyun, I didn’t want to show up like this, I wanted to come in a hoodie and sweats and curl up in the corner with a book.”

“But why?”

“My friend dressed me up after seeing me in my outfit.”

To prove your point you kept tugging your dress down and attempting to take out your fake lashes. Admittedly, you had a crush on Jaehyun, but you thought you were just like everyone else, everyone has a crush on the bad boy, why would he want to date you? Part of you let your friend dress you up like this because you knew this is what Jaehyun liked, at least up until now when he’s confronting you about it. You sighed as you tried to take off your heels but you stumbled and fell into Jaehyun.

“S-sorry!”

“It’s alright you can hold on to me while you try to take off your heels.”

You thanked him as you held onto his shoulder taking off your heels and then laying down on one of the pool chairs.

“Shouldn’t you be going back to the party? I’m alright now, and I’m probably going to leave soon.” You said struggling to take off your left eyelashes.

“Nah, the party can survive without me, here I’d rather be out here helping you.”

Jaehyun said as he ripped off the lashes like a band-aid, it hurt so much that you began to cry. Jaehyun pouted (but you couldn’t see) as he dried your tears with his thumb, now holding your cheek. He was about to lean in for a kiss before you stopped him.

“Look Jaehyun, thanks for helping me, but I’m not interested in becoming one of yours. I’m sure you can find someone better.”

“I doubt a girl dressed like you would take off their fake eyelashes for me.”

“But, do you only like what you see? Do you only like me because I’m dressed like this?”

“No! I liked you much better in comfortable baggy clothes, curled up reading a book.”

You gave him props for remembering details of your conversation, but that doesn’t change the fact that Jaehyun’s a bad boy.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“Wait-“

Jaehyun dragged you to the garage to his motorcycle. “So cliche” You thought. He gave you a helmet as he invited you to hop on. You had nothing to lose so you put on his helmet and hopped on. You were holding onto Jaehyun’s waist as you awkwardly felt his abs through his shirt, he’s lucky he can’t see you blushing right now. He smelled like how you imagined, cigarettes and musk, with a feint hint of pine. You and Jaehyun arrived at the top of a hill, which had an amazing view of the city. You could see all the gleaming lights without all the cars honking and people yelling. There was a bench and Jaehyun sat and invited you to sit. You sat down and you continued to stare out into the city.

“So, is this your usual hook up spot?”

Jaehyun laughted “No, I’ve never brought anyone up here before.”

“Riiight, lemme guess this is your ‘special’ place.”

“I-I uhh, yeah, I used to come here with my mom when I couldn’t sleep, before my parents got divorced.”

“O-oh I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s alright.”

You both sat awkwardly as you were rubbing your arms from the cold. Jaehyun threw his jacket over you.

“I meant what I said at the party. You are different, and I like that about you. I’m not joking when I’m saying I want to ask you out.”

HUH!? He wanted to ask you out? why? what’s happening? Before you could answer he held your cheek, he looked even more gorgeous, with the light shining bright against his perfect skin.

“I won’t kiss you if you don’t want to.”

You kissed Jaehyun which made his eyes go wide as he kissed you back, holding both of your cheeks in his hands. You pulled back blushing awaiting his reaction.

“Was that your first kiss?”

You nodded

“I could tell.”

“Hey! I bet you’ve stolen so many first kisses.”

“You’re right but none of them were as good at yours.”

From that moment on you started dating, all your friends were worried that he was dating you for some bet but now you’ve been dating for almost a year now. Jaehyun invited you to eat on the rooftop with him, you’re usual spot for eating together. Jaehyun didn’t bring anything for lunch except for a box of cigarettes, which you had to get used to. He was caring enough to smoke a good distance away from you so it wouldn’t ruin your lunch. You, however has asthma, and always took your inhaler before lunch, knowing Jaehyun smoked often. But you forgot to take it today, so you were coughing more than usual. Jaehyun noticed this and immediately put out his cigarette to see what was wrong.

“Babe, was the smoke too much? I’m sorry, I-“

“It’s ok Jae, it’s just my asthma.”

“What’s asthma?”

“My airway is just more constricted than normal, meaning I have a hard time breathing at times.”

“Babe, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You seemed to enjoy your smoke breaks, so I just take my inhaler, which helps open up my airway before I come up here. But I forgot it today.”

Jaehyun felt bad, and you could tell, so you kissed his cheek in reassurance that it was ok. But as the week went by, you notice he gradually stopped smoking, taking only one cigarette break per day. The following week he stopped carrying cigarettes all together but instead had dum dum lollipops in his mouth. He would suck on the lollipop to relive his stress. Since he didn’t smoke, he found himself sharing lunch with you, stealing the last chip or eating the last gummy bear. You found it endearing that he would change a bad habit of his because of you.

“Jae, where are your cigarettes?”

“Well, I want you to be healthy and be able to breath and take your break when you have lunch with me, so I wanted to quit. For you.”

“But- I don’t want you to change because of me, that’s not fair if I don’t change for you. Like the night you met me, you didn’t want me to change, but what if you like-“

“Babe, I’m changing for the good of your health, it won’t change who I am and why I love you.”

Your eyes softened at his words and you kissed him tasting the blue raspberry lollipop he was eating earlier.

“Blue raspberry?”

He giggled at you identifying his lollipop choice for the day.

“Never change y/n, never change.”

[kirishwima]

May I have a request a finding out that the MC finds out that they are pregnant with RFA +V, V's is with Lucy?

yes, i love this prompt! however for V, I’d rather have Lucy still be their adopted daughter-changing the way she came to be their child doesn’t sit right with me, I hope that’s okay :)

I’ll use she/her pronouns for MC, but if you’d like me to change them then feel free to let me know <3

YOOSUNG:

* Knowing how much of an over-excited mess he’d become at the news, MC waited patiently for him to be done with work for the day, come back home, take a shower and finally come to flop down on the couch besides her, leaning his head on her shoulder.

* This was their usual routine, finding some time before bed to talk about their day, plans for tomorrow and what not. MC gently ran a hand through Yoosung’s hair, toying with the blonde curls. “So...I’ve got some news” she started, biting at her lip.

* Yoosung hummed, already dozing off on MC’s shoulder, blinking back the sleepingess as MC nudged him off her shoulder. “Baby come on, I think you’ll want to be awake to hear this” she laughed, teasing him as he stifled a yawn.

* “You’re saying there’s something more important than a full 8 hours of sleep?” he asked, fully aware of the irony-how in college he’d go nights without sleeping a minute to game, to the present, where he can’t function properly without a minimum couple hours of sleep before work.

* MC hummed, pretending to think as she tapped a finger to her chin. “Let’s see...would knowing you’re about to become a dad be important enough?” 

* She smiled, raising a brow as she saw the range of emotions running themselves over Yoosung’s face. Shock, confusion, excitedness-his mouth agape, eyes wide and teary. 

* “You-what-we-who-we-baby?!” he jumped off the couch, pointing to MC’s stomach as she bit her cheek to contain her giggles at his over-exaggerated reaction.

* “Yes Yoosung”, she affirmed, nodding down to her own belly, “there’s a baby right there. How...how do you feel about that?” despite the shaky grin on his face MC was still hesitant, worried how Yoosung might feel once this excitement wears off. Sure, they ocassionally discussed future plans, but never to great lengths, and it’s normal to freak out in such a situation and-

* “Are you kidding me?! We-MC we’ll be parents! Omigosh I’m-” he fell to his knees, leaning forward to lean his head into MC’s lap, his hands on her thighs gripping tight. 

* Gingerly he looked up, gently bringing a palm to rest on her lower abdomen. 

* “Hi baby” he whispered, not caring if the baby was old enough to hear him through the womb or not. He’d be sure to study all that later. “I’m-I’m your dad. I can’t wait to meet you buddy...”

* Honestly....both he and MC teared up at that. Neither of them really expected it, but they both couldn’t wait to be parents. 

ZEN:

* MC had taken a pharmacy test that came back negative, but her period was still running late. Confused, she decided to book an appointment to her gynecologist as soon as possible, worried what the implications of this may be. If not pregnancy, then what...?

* Zen had come into the room the moment she’d been on the phone, booking an appointment for the following week. He raised a brow as he heard her, but she simply smiled, holding up a finger as a cue for him to wait a moment.

* “Babe, what’s up? Everything alright?” he asked as soon as she hung up, coming close to wrap his arms around her waist.

* “Mm, yeah just, my period’s late and uhm-” she hesitated, unsure of how to continue. Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure of what was going on either, so how was she to explain it to Zen?

* She felt his grip around her waist tighten, his breath hitching. 

* “Wait-does that mean-could you be...?”

* She turned around to face him, not surprised to find pure glee on his face-they’d discussed their plans for the future before, and they both had agreed they’d wanted to start a family together, just never decided on the when.

* MC smiled, running her fingertips across Zen’s knuckles. “I don’t know. I really don’t, but I guess we’ll find out once I go to the doctor” she shrugged.

* Zen hummed, leaning his head atop her shoulder. “Next week right? Tell me the time, I’ll make sure to make time to come with you.”

* “Wha-Babe you don’t have to-” MC started before Zen cut her off with a quick peck on the lips and a wink as he twisted her around to face him.

* “Shush. Whatever the doctor tells you, I’ll be there with you, and we’ll face it together. Always” he said, his smile softening. 

* And as a man of his word, Zen was there with her at MC’s appointment, holding her hand as her gynecologist took an ultrasound probe and looked knowingly at the screen, turning to face MC and Zen with a smile.

* “Congratulations you two”, they smiled, both Zen and MC turning to the doctor with wide eyes, “you’re about 5 weeks pregnant!”

* Now, if anyone asks, he won’t admit it, but did Zen jump up and down in that examination room, screaming and giggling like a kid? Did he cry and lean down to kiss MC, who was currently stuck with an ultrasound probe inside her and a little unable to cheer as excitedly with him? Did he have to clear his throat and apologise to the doctor who had to hide their laughter behind a cough? 

* Yes. Yes he did. 

* He’ll talk to MC’s belly non-stop, will be there for EVERY appointment and ultrasound, will cry when he first hears his baby’s heartbeat or sees the first 3D ultrasound. He’ll do every single bidding of MC, from weird cravings to holding her when the morning sickness hits, just 100/10 the best partner and father.

* Plus the first thing he teaches his kid is to never ever call Jumin ‘uncle’ :’)

JAEHEE:

* Okay listen, there’s a little backstory here that I can add thanks to my current weeks of working at an ObGyn and Fertility clinic;

* So Jaehee and MC, after establishing their coffee shop and having it run well for a few years, decided they were ready to take the next step and start a family together. However, there were many limitations when they tried to adopt a child, so they researched other options, and found that a single woman, can in fact, receive a sperm donor and an IUI (In Utero Insemination-just fancy terminology for ‘putting the sperm in the womb with a tube!), without too much of a hussle. 

* So they opted for this option. They sat through the paperwork together, mutually decided who it’d be who’d try and get pregnant-they both had no quailms about it so they kind of decided over rock-paper scissors lmao, and so the process began.

* However, even with modern day medicine, pregnancy in such means isn’t 100% guaranteed; in fact, the chances are about a little over 40%. So after the procedure the two worried, hoped luck would find them and they’d be able to start their own little family.

* A couple weeks after the procedure, Jaehee was manning the coffee shop whilst MC took a break back home to come take over the evening shift later on. It was a quiet day, not many people in the shop save for a few of their regulars and a couple friends, their cat Cocoa who’d now become the cafe’s mascot strolling around like she owned the place.

* Everything was peaceful...until MC came running, the bells over the front door jingling manically as she slammed it open and ran to the counter Jaehee had been standing at.

* MC panted, leaned on the counter to catch her breath as Jaehee fretted over her, a million worst-case-scenarios running through her brain.

* “MC? What-what’s wrong, what happene-”

* Before she could speak MC lifted her head, a huge grin on her face. “Jaehee. Baby we did it! We’re pregnant!”

* Jaehee was, for the first time in forever, at a loss for words, her lips slack, her hands dropping to her side as her brain short-wired. “We-we are? You took a test? You?”

* MC nodded along to Jaehee’s line of half-questioning half-realising, laughing as tears welled up in Jaehee’s eyes. She ran across the counter to MC, meeting her half-way into a crushing hug as they laughed and cried together. 

* “We’ll have a baby” Jaehee whispered into the crook of MC’s neck, the wetness of her tears pooling into the cusp of skin.

* “Yeah. Yeah we will Jae” MC nodded along, stroking soothing circles into Jaehee’s back.

* They were lost in their own little world...before the sound of clapping brought them back to the present.

* Of course the few customers in the shop had heard and seen everything, and both their regulars and their friends were eagerly cheering them on, some even whistling and yelling ‘congratulations’ at the two who were now a blushing mess.

* Even Cocoa the cat came by to meow at them, as if to say ‘eh, whatever, congrats I guess’ which was....probably the nicest thing this cat has ever done for them lmao

* And that’s the story of how their coffee shop had now become famous for the ‘super mom duo’ that runs it hehe

JUMIN:

* If you think this man wouldn’t get emotional over finding out he’ll be a father you’re a) WRONG b) REALLY WRONG and c) GOTTA PLAY HIS ROUTE ALL OVER AGAIN

* Will he be scared? YES! He’ll be stressed, but listen-it’s probably not for the reasons you’re thinking.

* When MC announces her pregnancy to him, it’s not over a candle-lit dinner or whilst lounging on the couch. Nah, this man is observant af, especially when it comes to the person he loves.

* He noticed her coming home with a pharmacy bag after work and frowned, instantly wondering what its contents were.

* “MC, you seemed in perfect health today, is something wrong? Should I call a doctor?”

* MC was quick to reassure him that no, she was fine, but was hesitant when explaining that her period was running late, worried how he’ll take the news-sure, they were married, but they never really explicitly discussed the potential of having kids and a family, she didn’t know how Jumin would react to it.

* “I see” he nodded, “You did seem worried, I was hoping you’d eventually talk to me about it. So you’re taking a pregnancy test? If it’s alright with you, can I wait outside for you to tell me the results?”

* If anyone else were to hear the conversation, it might seem like Jumin was cold, distant even. But MC could tell the little incantations in his voice, how his eyes gleamed, his mouth twitching at the corners-he was hesitant, yes, but also excited. And to be honest...so was she.

* So Jumin waited, his arms folded and foot tapping anxiously on the floor as he leaned on the wall right next to the bathroom door, holding his breath until he heard the door open, seeing the little stick MC held in her hands, how her shoulders shook as she looked down at it.

* “W-what does it say?” he asked, fearful of looking down at the test himself-he doubts he’d be able to understand it even if he did.

* “It’s-it’s positive. Jumin it’s-if this is right then I’m pregnant” she looked up to him, eyes welling up with tears. Jumin sighed, unable to contain a smile from forming on his own lips as he wiped away MC’s tears, holding her face in his palms.

* “We’ll book an appointment with a gynecologist first thing tomorrow, but if it’s true then...MC, I’m happy. I truly am.” He said, knocking his forehead with hers. 

* She let go of the test, put her hands around his back, feeling the soft shake of his body as he took in the new information. It was a shock to them both, but together, they’d be able to prepare for it. However...

* “Jumin...? Are you truly happy?”

* He leaned back, smiling down at her. “If I were the same person I was before I met you-before I fell in love with you...I wouldn’t be. Then again, I never would’ve been in this predicament if that were the case, but regardless, back then I would’ve worried that the woman coming to me with a child of mine would seek out only money and fame, not to give the child the love and nurturing it needs to grow up well and safe.”

* He let his eyes flutter shut, opened them again as he looked on, shakily bringing a hand down to MC’s abdomen. 

* “With you....with you I know it’s a child that’ll grow up loved, cared for. We’ll raise them together, and they’ll get to grow up as a child, not as a tool. That’s...that’s all I want for our child. To grow up loved, happy.”

* So...yeah. He’ll be scared, and boy oh boy the first time MC gives him his child to hold he’ll be so scared but also so happy I think it’ll be the first time Jumin Han will cry with joy, but overall? He’ll be one dang great father

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* Let’s assume that this all happens well after he finds his brother and leaves the agency-he’s still a hacker, but a ‘white hacker’ or whatever it is they’re called, often-times collaborating with C&R to strengthen their online security, doing hacking tests e.t.c. 

* He’s in a good place, his bond with Saeran is slowly improving, and his love for MC is constantly growing, so the two have had the time to talk about their plans for the future, about what they want and the relative timelines.

* Saeyoung always wanted a family-that much we’re all aware of. But...he never expected he’d be allowed to have one. Now that he’s given the opportunity to start anew he’s excited, but also terrified, waiting for something bad to come right round the corner and take it all away. So to now become a father...he’s not sure how well he’ll handle that responsibility.

* Well, he shares these fears one late night with MC, which...makes it all the harder for her to tell him when the tell-tale signs come up. When her period’s late, when it’s completely gone for one, then two months. When she feels sick in the mornings, nauseous and bloated, why she makes excuses for her odd behavior much to Saeyoung’s dismay.

* In fact, it’s actually Saeran that notices what’s up, quickly putting two and two together since he’s not the one MC is actively trying to avoid. 

* He confronted her about it, and she broke down, explained it all to him, how she’s done more than a few pharmacy tests to confirm her suspicion and they all came back positive, what Saeyoung had told her and why she feels terrified of telling him the truth.

* And Saeran...well, he’s dumbfounded.

* “You...are you really that stupid?” he asks, brows raised. MC can’t help it-even though she was crying whilst speaking to him, her tears stop at the sudden proclamation and she looks up at him wide-eyed. 

* “Listen, I know my brother’s an air-head and all, but do you really think that little of him? That he wouldn’t be over the fucking moon if you told him he’s gonna become a dad?”

* Well......talk about perfect timing, who happened to come back home and walk into the living room at the perfect moment to hear this very last bit of the conversation?

* Yup of course Saeyoung stood there, his keys dropped to the floor as he stared at his twin and his girlfriend, confusion and shock evident on his face.

* None of them spoke for a long moment whilst Saeyoung composed his thoughts.

* Then, with perfect calamity he simply took a deep breath, let his eyes fall shut. “Saeran, can you leave for a bit? I need to speak with MC.”

* Saeran merely nodded, throwing an apologetic look MC’s way before heading out the door, the loud thud alerting MC and Saeyoung to the fact that they were now the only two people in the house.

* The silence was deafening, constricting MC’s lungs like a monster’s tentacles around a shipwreck. 

* “Sae-listen, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, I didn’t know how to and I-”

* She didn’t get to finish her words. Saeyoung held a palm up, motioning for her to stop. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, breaths raspy and shaky.

* “...about 8 weeks now” she admitted. 

* Saeyoung took a step closer to her, crumpled onto his knees as he wrapped his hands across her belly.

* “I’m-I’m going to be a dad” he whispered, mainly to himself, a declaration to make himself believe it, “and all I’ve done so far is make you worry-MC, I’m so sorry. I should’ve never, never made you feel like there was anything you couldn’t talk to me about. I’m-I’m worried. I’m terrified but I’m so happy-so, so happy” he mumbled the last words into the fabric of her shirt, hiding his tears on her body.

* MC wrapped her arms around her, stroked his hair as he cried. They eventually found themselves laying side by side on the carpet like a pair of teens wasted at a house party, holding hands as they stared up at the ceeling.

* “...Do you think they’ll be twins?” Saeyoung joked, relishing in the small huff of laughter elicited from MC.

* “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle another pair of twins in this household” MC teased back, “that’s like...quadruple the amount of pranks” she shrugged.

* They stared at the peels on the paint, content in the silence before Saeyoung propped himself up on his elbows, turning to his side so he could rest a hand on MC’s abdomen.

* “Think it-they-whatever, think our child can hear me?” he asked, trying his best to hide the creeping blush blooming up his neck.

* MC hummed. “I’m not sure”, she admitted, “but I think you should try and speak to them regardless.”

* Saeyoung nodded, taking a moment to compose himself. “Hey baby. Or babies. Or whoever it is in there” he laughed, “um, this-this is your dad. Don’t confuse me with your uncle, otherwise I’ll be super sad okay?!” He rolled his eyes as MC’s belly shook with laughter, waiting for her to calm down before he continued.

* “Listen...I’ve always dreamed of being a dad, and of having a big happy family. I’d tell my brother-that’s your uncle, I’d tell him every day when we were young that when we grow up we’ll live together in a biig house, and we’ll have a toy factory together, and I’ll have a direct line to Santa Claus so I could help him provide gifts to all the kids in the world-and that I’d have my own big family, and that my kids would always get any toy they want, and if that toy didn’t exist, then I’d make it for them. And...and I’ll do that for you too. So if there’s anything you want, start thinking about it, and I’ll make it for you. Anything.”

* He smiled, stroked his thumb across MC’s belly. “I need you to know I love your mom very very much. If she wasn’t here, I don’t think I’d ever be able to dream of having a family and being a dad again. So...so you should know she’s an amazing person, and that I’ll forever be grateful she stumbled into my life, and that she chose me out of everyone else out there.”

* He looked to MC, leaned back down to knock his forehead across hers.

* “Thank you”, he whispered, “thank you for the best gift I could’ve ever asked for”.

V/JIHYUN:

* This happened after the two had adopted Lucy. Their daughter was a bundle of joy, an angel that brought so much happiness to their daily life, that Jihyun could barely even remember the horrors of his past.

* Even if he were to ocassionaly have a nightmare or remember a horrible memory, MC would be there to hold his hand, or Lucy would be there with her big smile and tight hugs, the two chasing all the bad things away.

* Lucy was also equally happy, absoloutely adoring her parents and her uncles and aunt of the RFA-there was only one tiiiny complaint she had...

* “Mommy, daddy? Can I have a baby brother or sister to play with? Pleaaase?” she’d ask, sweetly blinking those big blue eyes of hers as if she was asking for a new toy or a candy, ignoring the awkward looks her parents shared trying to think of how to explain to her that they can’t just...bring a baby sibling to her on demand.

* This led to an awkward talk of the different ways babies come into a family; from the belly into the world, and then into the arms of a loving mom and dad, be it biological or not. Luckily, Lucy never seemed upset about being adopted; the two always worried wether it was right to tell her from such an early age, but Jihyun prided honesty above all else, so the two decided to ease her into the topic, making sure to shower her with love and affection so she’d know that how she came to be their daughter didn’t matter to them at all-they were just happy to have her in their lives.

* But lo and behold; her wish really did come true.

* One day Jihyun and Lucy were in the back garden playing with watercolours, making the white t-shirts they were both wearing a swirling mixtrue of colours. As Jihyun came back inside to wash up, he found MC in their bedrooms’ bathroom, holding something in one hand, the other covering her mouth as if in shock.

* “MC...? What’s wrong, is everything alright?”

* She turned to him, eyes teared up which only added to his worry as he looked down to her hands, finally noticing the stick she was holding.

* Slowly, he put two and two together, his brows raising. “You-this is....are you..?”

* MC nodded, biting her lip as Jihyun gasped, laughed, a quiet huff at first before he burst into a full laughter, tears welling at his eyes as he gripped MC by the waist and swirled her around, holding her tight. 

* Lucy walked into their bedroom at that very moment, peering in curiously at the commotion. “I wanna lift too! Me too!” she giggled, running to her dad with her arms extended. 

* Gleefully Jihyun picked her up, bringing both her and MC close for a family group hug. 

* “Lucy, honey, you said you wanted a baby brother or sister right?” MC asked, stroking her daughter’s hair as Jihyun held her up to their eye level. Lucy nodded furiously, her cheeks red, eyes gleaming.

* “Do you still want one now?” MC continued, biting her lip to stop from smiling. Lucy nodded again. “Yes!! Yes, I do, I want one! And I want to help them drink their milk and put them to bed when they have bad dreams. And when they grow up we’ll play together all the time!” she beamed, Jihyun hiding his grin into her hair as MC nodded along to her daughter��s words.

* “Well baby, you’ll get a sibling soon. Mommy has a baby right here” Jihyun explained, bringing a hand to touch MC’s abdomen, “and when they’re born you’ll be a big sister!”

* Lucy was in awe, staring at her mom’s belly like it was made of gold. “There’s a baby in there?!” she pointed, looking incredulously to her parents. 

* Jihyun nodded, gently leaning down to let Lucy back on the ground. “They’re still very very small”, MC began to explain, “but as they grow you’ll even be able to feel them kick and move”.

* Suffice to say, everyone in their little family was thrilled at the news. Jihyun was worried, ever a worry-rat even when Lucy was a baby, but Lucy was already preparing to be a big sister, insisting on coming along with her parents at every doctor’s visit, asking the doctors a dozen questions each time. 

* As the baby grew and MC’s pregnancy got heavier, she could see the worry plaguing Jihyun, a concern he refused to voice. But MC was no fool-she could tell what it is he was thinking.

* “You know”, she told him one night, as she rested her hands on her growing baby bump, “I wish they’ll have your eyes-that gentle gaze of yours, it’ll be really nice if they inherit it from you.”

* Jihyun sighed at her words, turning on his side to bring a hand over her belly. “I don’t...MC, you know what I fear. I don’t want them to be anything like me I don’t-I don’t want them to go through anything remotely similar to what I did, to be anything like me, like I was, like I still am if I stop trying to change-I want them to have a good life. Them and Lucy..I want them to be happy.”

* MC pouted, gripping Jihyun’s hand, interlacing it with hers. “What you went through didn’t happen because of who you were, only because of the circumstances you were put under. You’re kind-hearted, self-less, caring and gentle, and yes, you put others above yourself and are quick to carry all the burden even when there’s others around you willing to lessen the load. But none of those are bad qualities Jihyun. And improving yourself isn’t a goal-directed process, it’s an open-ended journey. I hope our kids grow up to be like you.”

* Suffice to say, Jihyun was floored. MC had read him like a book, and he knew that, even if he initially didn’t want to admit it. Eventually he laughed, shaking his head. “I love you, you know that?”

* MC rolled her eyes.

* “I sure hope so”, she teased.

I went a ~little~ overboard with these but listen I’ve been doing ObGyn work for nearly a month now so it had to serve as inspiration somehow hehe

-send me mystic messenger headcanons for character(s) reactions!-

[paperbagpetrichor]

If you do fem readers then is it okay for me to request Jotaro with a fem s/o who was around during the sdc era and acts very motherly towards Josuke and it just reminds him of how sweet she was to Kakyoin ? Like a really cute nostalgia fest where he ends up deciding he wants to marry her?

When the news first came from Morioh, both you and Jotaro had your reservations.  It had been years since the last time the two of you had faced a stand user.  It had been years since both of your lives were in imminent danger, years since you first fell in love, years since you’d been forced to hide around every corner, always bracing for a surprise ambush, years since you’d be left breathless at every other moment, cleaning your deep wounds and doing what you could to keep the group together, to keep going, to keep fighting.  It had been years since you’d both feared for one another’s lives.  Years since you’d lost your friends.  And if what you and Jotaro heard was correct, then the few years you both had been able to spend in each other’s company, recovering, hiding the memories that lay like scars across your hearts only for the sutures to burst open every now and then, trying to live as normal a life as you could, eventually getting used to the routine and thinking, for the first time in your lives, that maybe, just maybe, your trials and tribulations were finished, with only peace lying ahead, would be cut short.

“This isn’t our problem,” Jotaro had stated decisively upon seeing the sadness flood your face, “we don’t have to do anything.”

But with the declining health of his grandfather, and the thought that another innocent city was being plagued with such a curse, something deep within you steeled itself, deciding without so much as a moment of your input.  Putting Joseph through that hell again, especially in that condition, would just be cruel.  He carried the weight of the years past just as much as both you and Jotaro, if not more so for him blaming himself for causing the whole ordeal, he and his damned bloodline.  And Josuke.  More so than anything else, the thought of another innocent kid, still young and wide-eyed and hopeful, just trying to live a normal life in a city that was anything but, just like you and Jotaro and Kakyoin and everyone who’d been roused into action by Dio’s rude awakening...you couldn’t just let that happen.  You couldn’t doom someone else to the fates that you and your friends had suffered.  Not after it all. 

The resolve that had flashed in your eyes as you explained your side of the situation tugged at Jotaro’s heart.  With such a fervor in your voice, it was like you were telling him your destiny, what was necessary, not what should or shouldn’t happen, but what must.  When you spoke of the past, the way your eyes welled up with the beginning of tears forced him to close his eyes.  He wouldn’t have minded going by himself, in all honesty.  Of course, he’d hate having to be in all the chaos once more, and even more hate leaving you by yourself, but bringing you into it was another story.  

And thus the two of you arrived in Morioh.

When you first saw Josuke, you knew, without a doubt, that you had made the right choice.  Despite the awkward greeting and less than desirable circumstances in which it came about, with Jotaro explaining what was to come and what may lie ahead, you simply smiled, all of your fears temporarily melting away like background noise as you took him in.  Jotaro has played his part of the stoic informant, and, of course, left the younger boy confused and startled, so you stepped in, beginning, “Sorry about him.  He’s just trying to help.”  A small laugh escaped you at the deadpan glance your boyfriend cast your way.  “It’s nice to meet you, Josuke.  I’m [y/n] [l/n].”  A pause, and then, “I like your hairstyle.”

From then on it was very clear that he preferred you to Jotaro, or, for the matter, just about anyone else.

Even on day one, you had begun mentoring Josuke.  His stand wasn’t too similar to yours - if anything, tutoring by Jotaro would’ve made more sense - but your boyfriend often had his hands full, and, when he didn’t, simply ignored the other boy.  It was clear Josuke and his friends were in danger, but they were still young - if they were going to face anything even remotely similar to what you two had in the past, you’d ensure they weren’t going into this unaided.  The majority of your free time, when not spent on Jotaro, was devoted to helping plan the growth of the others, or else just keeping a watchful eye on them.  Somehow, they seemed a lot rowdier than most of the kids you’d known at that age...or maybe that was just years of peace and quiet having mellowed you out.

But you didn’t mind.  In fact, neither did the group, who quickly grew well-acquainted with you, frequently inviting you on their outings.  If anything you played chaperone.  Lookout.  But you were also the peace-keeper - settling spats every now and then, offering advice, trying to guide them as best as you could.  Whenever the group needed meet-ups, you were there, be it at a restaurant, after school, at the park, or even in someone’s home (or, in the case of you and Jotaro, your adjacent empty hotel room that your stand had managed to snag a key for).  You made sure that Josuke wasn’t attempting something ridiculous and tended to his own health (something he seemingly always forgot in the process of thinking of the others), Okuyasu always went home with a meal and extra support, and Koichi with your best wishes and temporary safety from Yukako.  Of course, some nights, especially those after stand battles, you’d join the sleepover every now and then, checking in on the group to make sure they weren’t staying up too late or getting involved in dangerous shenanigans.  If they ran out of snacks, you rushed to the rescue.  Didn’t feel like going out to eat?  Home-cooked meals, as best as the shoddy hotel kitchen would allow.  Waters always stocked the fridges free-of-charge, and, despite yourself, every now and then you’d slip in a few sodas.  They’d more than earned it.

Jotaro wasn’t oblivious, of course.  Your usual presence at his side dissipated into emptiness, and the sounds of the hotel doors being swung around signaled your coming and going, even in the middle of the night.  Whenever you went shopping you brought back far more than enough for the two of you.  The notes you’d leave on the counter should you be gone by the time he’d awake always explained where you were and a reminder, in your distinctive handwriting, with a small heart after it, to call you if something happened.  Some days you’d completely overwork yourself keeping up with your corral, and others, especially if a plan was set into motion, you’d spend sleepless and worried.

“They’re not your kids, you know,” Jotaro snorted lowly one night after being awoken by the sound of doors opening and closing, your light footfalls and the sudden disappearance of your blankets beside him in bed.  Looking harried and hassled, you’d run back and forth, until you seemingly finished and collapsed beside your boyfriend with a sigh.

You tilted your head and gave him a nod.  “I know,” you began slowly, catching your breath and resting your head atop his shoulder, which you found much more preferable than any pillow, “but don’t they remind you of back then…?” 

The softness in your eyes, illuminated solely by the starlight sneaking in through the thin, drawn curtains, framed your set face, eyebrows gently tilted downwards as though you were trying your best to hide a sort of nostalgia but some still managed to seep through.  Gentle curves on your frame pressed against him, and for a moment he averted his gaze, reliving the same moments that you undoubtedly were.  Back then, you’d been...well, equally as sweet.  Not a day had gone by without your love and care poured into the actions you took for all of the Crusaders, especially shared among the younger of the group.  How easily you’d managed to fit in with Kakyoin and eventually even Jotaro himself.  When you’d chosen to stay behind with Kakyoin in the hospital after his eye injuries, at least for the first few days, insisting that you’d be alright but that someone needed to look out for him - that he wasn’t going to go through those times alone, that nobody would be alone.  How you’d always stayed up, pensive, on watch for enemies for far longer shifts than any of the others, insisting you were fine even as your eyelids drooped and the stress manifested itself on your face.  

That same look that was there now, and had been ever since arriving in Morioh.

“So what was it this time?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and giving you a gentle squeeze, tethering the two of you to the present.  “Someone wet the bed?”

You flicked him and rolled your eyes, letting out an exasperated “Jotaro.”  Nevertheless, as you offered him a squeeze back, knowing all too well that the memories flashing throughout your mind were undoubtedly mirrored in his, you confessed, “Nightmare.”  For a moment he looked ready to speak but you cut him off.  “And you know...what I was thinking.  Thankfully, it wasn’t that.  Still, poor Josuke was really shaken up…”

It didn’t take much to replay the Death 13 scenario in Jotaro’s head, where you’d been the only one to believe Kakyoin from the get-go.  What you’d done back then - offering the shaken lilac-eyed boy your blankets and extra pillows, tending to the fire and making conversation to reassure him everything was alright, long into the early hours of the morning - was almost a carbon copy of your recent actions.  Jotaro let out a small sigh.  No matter how ridiculous he’d continually brush it off as, you genuinely cared for those kids.  Just like you’d cared for the Crusaders - for Kakyoin and himself.  

But now things were different.  You didn’t have to involve yourself with them.  Like he’d said a million times before, this wasn’t your fight, and you didn’t need to try to make it.  They would’ve been fine without you.  No, you chose to.  It was their fight, but in turn yours, and while they might’ve done alright without you, they wouldn’t have had anywhere near the same level of care and protection you provided them with.  The devotion you showed was like that of a family member.

Like you were their mother.

And what a wonderful real mother you’d make.  What a wonderful person you were, from the bottom of your heart and soul to the soft snores that had begun to escape you as you drifted off to sleep against your boyfriend, who merely shook his head at it all before giving you a ginger goodnight kiss, mulling over his own thoughts as he held you against him, in tune with the gentle rising and falling of your chest.

Never would he have imagined himself ever having you.  Not even a girlfriend, for that matter - after the displays of ‘affection’ he’d received during his school years, he’d lumped all of it together as nothing more than a cry of attention - but now he had you.  Never would he have imagined he’d hold you as you fell to sleep, almost ten years deep into your relationship.  Never would he have imagined he’d have a family.  A wife, and maybe someday, some children, his children.  Your children.

But now he had you.  And he was certain that he could have it now, sharing the rest of his life with the amazing woman he’d fallen in love with.

Never one for traditional romance - if it hadn’t been four in the morning, and you hadn’t been asleep, and he slipping into sleep’s grasp himself - he would’ve proposed right there and then. 

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Announcements

I may or may not have part five here for everyone! Now I’ve not got much to say since I REALLY have to go make dinner for my lovely granddad, but, hope you enjoy it!

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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“Not that I’m complaining…but is there a reason you’re in here before I am this morning?”

  You looked up at Taishiro in alarm, eyes wide as you went still in his large and overly comfortable chair; Eijiro had told you that Taishiro wasn’t due to arrive for another hour or so. Though, if you thought about it properly, you couldn’t quite recall how long ago that was now.

“Um…well Eijiro offered me a ride…?” You smiled nervously, eyes glued to the amused mafia boss; watching him as he approached you at a leisurely pace, apparently unbothered by the fact that you were currently occupying his chair.

“I was under the impression that you were going back to work today, since you took yesterday off.” He spoke carefully, gently setting his phone down onto his desk and shrugging off the expensive looking suit-jacket; taking care to hang it up so that it wouldn’t wrinkle.

“Right.” You nodded your head as you spoke, agreeing with his statement before letting out a soft noise of surprise when he used a hand to pull the chair away from his desk. Turning you to face him, though all you got at first was a front row seat to stare at the defined muscles hiding behind his silk button-up. The golden colour nearly matching his eyes; however, it lacked the warmth his gaze always seemed to hold.

“Then would you mind explaining to me why you’re sitting in my seat?” He tilted his head to the side, watching you closely while he leaned down towards you; using the chair to brace himself and causing a wave of heat to rush through your body.

“Was I wrong to assume it would be polite to say good morning to my new boss?” You tilted your head to the side, mimicking him with a cheeky grin on your face; enjoying the way his eyes widened in what looked to be pleasant surprise.

  “No, no you weren’t…”

  ~  ~  ~

  You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, standing behind Taishiro while he gathered everyone in the building. He had explained to you that he wanted to properly introduce you to his family; especially since it would now be your family as well.

“Alright, everyone’s here? Fantastic! Now, as you all know, I’ve had Tamaki and Eijiro running some important errands for me and today you’ll be seeing the results of those errands” Taishiro spoke loudly, his tone lacking the gentle warmth it seemed to have when he spoke to you alone and for some bizarre reason, you found that you enjoyed the authority-filled tone that his voice carried at the moment. It was a side to him that you hadn’t seen before, only heard about from Tamaki and Eijiro when they told you stories about the still mysterious mafia boss.

  “(Name)?”

  You blinked away your thoughts as Taishiro turned to you, one hand extended out towards you with a look of vague concern hidden in his golden orbs; a look that disappeared the moment you offered him a reassuring smile, simultaneously taking his hand and allowing him to pull you close to his side.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Miss (Name). Not only is she our newest member to the family but she’s also a certified doctor; any injuries are to be reported to her immediately! Until her office is properly set up for any and all medical needs, she’ll be keeping me company in my office.” Taishiro moved his hand to your waist as he spoke to everyone, his warm touch relaxing any nerves that you might have had about being introduced to everyone at once.

“Wait, so we just go to the little lady with our injuries now?” You didn’t see who had asked the question, there were a few too many people to catch the face belonging to every comment that was being made; but the question put you on edge to some degree. It was hard to adjust to such a drastic change in your life, though you would have to learn to cope.

“Yes. That’s exactly right, however, I expect each and every one of you to treat her as you would myself. (Name) is important to me and if she has any trouble with a single one of you, she’s been instructed to go straight to Tamaki and Eijiro, who will be in charge of her safety; which means that if I ever catch wind of somebody hassling our lovely little doctor, I will personally deal with them.” The room went surprisingly silent at Taishiro’s obvious warning, each of his men staring at you with wide eyes and a little more respect than they had initially had. It seemed being as close as you were to Taishiro had some benefits that would be good for your health.

“Since it appears that I’ve gotten my point across, is there anything you want to add? (Name)?” You looked up at Taishiro slowly, giving a timid nod before taking a deep breath and stepping forwards; dragging everyone’s attention to you, Taishiro’s previous threat still hanging heavy in the air.

  “I know that I’m new…and that I don’t have a very good idea of what everyone gets up to…but I won’t tolerate any stupidity! If you want me to treat your injuries then I expect that you will all do your best to remain unharmed! Taishiro often calls you all his family, each and every one of you are precious to him and now that I’m a member too, I hope that you won’t mind if I think of you in the same way…but it’s because of that, that I’ll be so strict about your wounds and how you care for them. Family means that we watch out for each other…so please, rely on me to take care of you and I’ll do my absolute best to ensure your health!”

  Your cheeks burned as your words developed into a concerned shout, embarrassment filling you the moment Taishiro burst into laughter from behind you; though you could tell he wasn’t laughing at you. The looks that Tamaki and Eijiro were giving you were enough to reassure you of that.

“Listen to that everyone! Her first day and she’s already concerned about everyone, seems like we’ve picked a wonderful woman to become our doctor” Taishiro’s laughter dropped into an amused chuckle while he waved everyone away to continue with their tasks, finished with your introduction and your embarrassing self-announcement.

“Speaking of taking care of our injuries…” Eijiro smiled sheepishly as he approached you, holding up his bandaged hand and making you roll your eyes; vaguely amused with his willingness to have you look at his cut.

“You don’t mind, do you Taishiro?” You glanced back at Taishiro who simply shook his head and motioned to the office you had been relaxing in earlier, a smile decorating his features.

“Not at all, (Name). As I said, my office is yours to use until we manage to get your own space organised.” He turned his back to you as he spoke, retreating to the office that would temporarily be your space to take care of his men and the clumsy red-head that you had managed to befriend.

[starlordquill]

break my face

a/n: I was just kinda proud of this, so I wanted to post it for the hell of it. I literally wrote this at like 4 am.

word count: 949

pairing: dick grayson x oc

summary: The injuries Dick sustains each day start to worry River, but he does his best to reassure her.

Getting seriously injured made it unnecessarily harder to get home. River and Dick were both sore, bleeding, and unbelievably tired.

The moment they were safely back in their apartment, River made quick work of patching up Dick's injuries. Thankfully, he wasn't suffering too badly, but he took the brunt of the hits during a scuffle with some criminals.

Seeing Dick worn out and beaten up, dark bruises already forming rather quickly, broke her heart. This was a normal sight, though it wasn't one she hated any less. Crime fighting was dangerous, that she was more than aware of, but it was hard to see him like this. Even more so when he seemed to be so used to the pain and stiffness.

River helped Dick change and limp over to the couch once they were both patched up. She was just about to head to the kitchen when he pulled her into his lap. Whether the effort pained him or not, he didn't show it.

"Dick, you're gonna hurt yourself," she protested. River tried to move so he didn't make his bruises any worse, but he whined and tightened his grip around her waist.

"No, just stay here," Dick pleaded. "I just wanna hold you for now."

"But dinner—"

"Dinner can wait." It was impossible to resist him when he gave her the cutest, saddest look that he knew would make her stay.

Sighing in defeat, River rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him, careful not to hurt him. "If my stomach starts growling soon, I'm blaming you."

Dick chuckled and brushed her hair from her face. "You love me too much to move," he said. "You're trapped now. I've trapped you, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Even when he was hurting, Dick's humor shined through brighter than ever. Especially when he was hurt, now that she thought about it. As much as it worried her, it at least made her feel better knowing he couldn't be brought down so easily. Part of her couldn't help feeling bad for not helping him more than she had. He might have suffered a lot less if she'd paid a little more attention.

Amazingly, as was apparently his superpower, Dick seemed to sense her sour mood. He glanced down at her as she fiddled with the fabric of his shirt, trying her best to busy herself as she let her bad thoughts fester.

Dick placed a hand on her cheek, smiling weakly as she looked up at him. "Hey, I'm fine," he said. "You don't have to worry about me so much. I'm a tough guy."

She knew that. Deep down she knew he was tougher than even some of the stronger metahumans they knew. It didn't make her worry any less.

"I know," River sighed. "I just can't help but worry every time." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Sometimes I wonder if I could be doing more to keep you safe."

With as powerful as she was, she should be able to keep from harm much easier, but it was so easy to forget that he was just human, unlike her.

River averted her eyes knowing Dick wouldn't let her sit with that thought for too long. It was always hard for him to hear her be so self-critical.

"You did the best you could. That's all I, or anyone else, could ever ask for. I'm fine, and that's what matters."

Deep down, River knew she should be happy he was alive and breathing. And she was happy. God, she was so happy he was okay and here with her. If anything happened to him, she wasn't sure she could bear the sorrow she'd undoubtedly feel.

Sensing that she wasn't totally reassured yet, Dick wracked his brain for a joke. He hated seeing her so distraught. If he could do anything to make her smile, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Dick placed his hands on her cheeks, suppressing a laugh at her cute, squished face. "You know what I always think is the best part about being in recovery for a few days?" River thought for a moment and shook her head. "I have my wonderful little angel to nurse me back to health and keep me company."

Though it wasn't the answer she expected, River blushed, smiling despite her flustered state.

"There's that smile I adore so much," Dick whispered, his thumb brushing over her lower lip lightly. He wanted to commit that smile to memory and never forget how adorable she looked. Every time she laughed or smiled, it made his heart soar and his brain melt in the best way possible.

"Dick," River whined, burying her face in his chest. She tried to hide how red her face was, but it was impossible to hide from him now.

"What? You're so cute when you smile like that, babe."

"Alright, you dork. You already got me flustered, what more do you want?"

Dick pretended to think for a moment, that beautiful bright grin of his making her heart skip a beat. "Well, now that you ask, I'd like a kiss. Or two. Maybe five for good measure."

River laughed, shaking her head. His strange sense of humor never got old, and she loved it so much. "Fine, but then we get up so I can make dinner. I'm starving."

"Fine by me." Dick puckered his lips expectantly. Snorting, River leaned in and gave him a few kisses, just as he asked for.

Even though they'd have to get up eventually, she was content to stay in his lap and savor this moment for as long as possible.

[bxthharmon]

Never Go Home Again, Pt. XIV || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 2500

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: fighting / injuries / mourning

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy.  teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: John B and Sarah escape, leaving the Pogues in the hands of the police

A/N: promise i didnt cry while i wrote this oops. tysm for all of the support and love i got from this, i appreciated every single note. tysm to all the friends o made and ppl i met by joining this fandom. ily. new fluff series tho!! and i hv another idea for a series as well :)

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

JJ pushed the door, you and Kie glancing at each other in anticipation, excited to see the famous boat. He glanced back at you, similar emotions playing on his face. The boat came into view.

You felt your face drop at the anticlimax, wondering how the (no offence to JJ) unimpressive boat had caused such a stir. “Hey, girl.” JJ stroked the boat, not noticing the amused eyebrow raise he received from you. “A 1983 Formula 402 SR1.” He introduced, pulling the covers away, “The Phantom.” He looked back at you excitedly, and you nodded, humming noncommittally. “The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under 16 hours, Y/N.” you looked at Kie, shrugged. “40 years old!” he continued, “40! And still the fastest thing Kildare’s ever seen.”

“It’s kind of a junker.” said Kie.

“Gotta say, bro,” you frowned, “As someone who’s walked through Beverly Hills, this is… pretty trashy.”

“Really, guys?” he whispered, “She’s right here. She can hear you. Let’s just put it this way, you would not be smokin’ weed right now if she never existed, okay?”

You sighed, and Kie shrugged. “I just hope it runs.”

“Oh, no, she’ll run all right. She’s faster than any of the boys in blue have got.”

You turned, confused at the sound of an engine.

“Pope! Finally.” Kie clarified.

“Yeah, what’s goin’ on with him?” you asked, and JJ rolled his eyes, a clear you don’t want to know look flashing over his face.

“Hey there. What’s going on?” 

You turned, shoulders slumping. Rafe.

“JJ? How you guys doin’?”

A whistle sounded behind you, and another guy appeared, one you didn’t recognise.

“What the fuck?” you frowned.

“Well, well…” the new man said, the three of you bunching together. You heard a gun click, and saw the man holding it to JJ’s chest.

“JJ,” you whispered, “what the fuck is going on?”

“See,” the man pressed on, “don’t think I forgot about me and you on the side of the road. I’m here, because I want my motherfuckin’ money.” He grabbed JJ’s neck, headbutting him as you and Kie jumped forwards, trying to pull them apart as Rafe pulled you both back, an arm around each of your waists.

Kie broke free, and Rafe threw you to the floor, pulling her back. You heard a slap resonate as you got to your feet, tackling whoever this other man was. He threw you away again, pointing the gun to your face. JJ was down, cradling his rib, and you gulped.

“Who the fuck are you?” you spat.

“Hey,” he laughed, “I’m Barry, your boy stole from me.”

You looked over to JJ, who swiped at Barry’s legs. Next thing you knew, Barry was holding up JJ’s face, punching repeatedly. You tried to pull him off, but he slammed you into the equipment behind. You touched your temple, feeling something sticky. You looked at your fingers, seeing the bright red of your own blood. Next thing you knew, Pope was hitting Rafe in the back with a crowbar, and the two were fighting. JJ tripped up Barry, and you kicked the gun away, kicking Barry’s face in the process. You looked around, trying to ignore the throbbing in your head as Kie tried to get Pope of Kie, and you attempted to get to your feet. You looked up, seeing your two friends stopping Pope from killing Rafe, and a choke lef your body. You doubled over, touching your temple again, blood trickling down the side of your face and onto your collarbone. 

JJ grabbed your waist, guiding you to the car, where he sat down next to you, inspecting the cut on your head. He frowned, biting his lip slightly.

“You good?” he asked, “Not concussed or anything?”

“If I am, I haven't noticed.”

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“Dude, where is he?” Kie fretted, looking to Pope, and then down at where you were sitting in the grass.

“Give him a second, he’ll be here.” Pope assured.

“He’s comin’.” JJ said from inside the Phantom. “He’ll be fine.”

Sirens approached, and you stood up, Pope offering you an arm for support as the car stopped in front of you. Panic was coursing through the group, a sudden rush to board the boat, until you let out a laugh. “John B?”

“No way.” 

“No effing way.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Shoupe let me take it for a spin.” he joked, frowning slightly at the sight of your bloody face.

“Okay, that’s believable.” you joked, letting him hug you.

“I’ll take that, for now.” Kie laughed, pulling him in next.

“It wasn’t easy bro,” JJ piped up, “but I got the Phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday. You ready to go?”

“Where’s Sarah?” he frowned.

“She’s not with you?” you asked.

“No, no. We got separated in the swamp.” he explained. “She said she was gonna meet me here.”

“We haven’t seen her.” said Pope.

“Well I’m not leaving without her.”

“John B, look at me.” JJ said, and the group’s attention turned to him, “I know you feel bad for leaving, but there’s no time, man. You’ve got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it’s a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, okay? Once you get there, lay low, alright? Hang out for a couple of weeks, then go overland, cross the border at Brownsville, you got that? Brownsville. You - hey, you got that?”

“Yeah, yeah, Brownsville.”

JJ stood, stepping across the boat, hopping off, “Alright, saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let’s do this. Yeah.”

“Hey, hey.” John B faced all of you, standing in a row. “I’m sorry for… basically throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing.”

“Hey, John B, yo…” JJ sighed, “We were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right? At least we did it together though.” he threw an arm over your shoulder, and you threw yours over Pope’s.

“Pogue style.” you joked, “Am I a pogue?”

“Yeah.” John B muttered, “You’re one of us.”

“Now get out of here, please.” Kie interrupted.

“Now.” Pope instructed. “We’ll see you in two months, down in Mexico.”

��Love you.” JJ called, the four of you watching as your friend moved around the boat.

He paused, turning back to you, “Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?”

Under your arm, you felt JJ’s shoulders tense slightly, “Don’t forget!” he called, “Cross the border at Brownsville!”

“Got it!”

You all stepped apart and pushed the boat away, watching the motor splutter to life and speed off. JJ’s hand slipped into yours, and you leaned back into him, closing your eyes for a brief second and inhaling the smell of the salt, pines and mint that he radiated. You and JJ moved away, letting Kie and Pope have a moment, and you nudged him when they kissed, holding back a small giggle.

“Hey, we can go on double dates.” you grinned, hearing sirens for the thousandth time that day, and, as if by instinctive, tensing as if to run, “We gotta go!”

You stepped forwards, but were immediately met with the bonnets of two police cars. You swore, looking at your three friends. You all raised your hands, observing the panic, and tensing as Shoupe yelled in your faces.

They drove you back to the field tents, and you found yourself sitting in the same seat as before, this time between JJ and Kiara. You interlocked your hand with JJ’s, feeling him rub the pad of his thumb over your hand, reassuring you that it would all be okay.

You swept your eyes over the Officers passing through the tent, a perturbing silence falling over the group. After five minutes, a paramedic came over, asking to look at the cut on your temple. You obliged, standing up and removing your hand from JJ’s, barely looking back as the paramedic took you to sit in the back of an ambulance. 

A second paramedic cleaned the cut and stitched, while the first one asked you questions to gage whether you had concussion. When they were done, the second one, a young woman, sat down next to you, looking as if she wanted to speak.

“What’s up?” you asked, glancing at her as she looked down, embarrassed.

“How are you?” she asked, “Like, emotionally.”

You looked at her again, this time noticing the concern in her dark eyes and the blush in her cheeks. “Holding up.”

“I know this is weird, and you don’t know me, but this kind of stuff has long lasting effects on your mental health.” You nodded dumbly. “Your friend, the blond boy?”

“JJ.” you whispered.

“Check up on him, okay?”

You nodded again, looking across the dark, rainy green and seeing his fuzzy silhouette in the tent. “Yeah,” you murmured, “I will.”

After a watery hot cocoa, you stepped back into the tent, watching relief play over each of the three pogues’ faces. You sat down  next to JJ, linking your fingers again and leaning your head onto his shoulder. He kissed your hairline, the simple gesture providing a moment of peace.

“Are you okay?” you asked, the question surprising him.

“I’m fine.” he assures you, unconvincingly. “Or, I will be.”

“Am I your girlfriend?” you whispered, causing him to look you in the eye.

“Yeah.” he nods, “If you want to be.”

You smiled, an unnatural feeling amidst the growing chaos, pulling your lip in with your teeth slightly, “I love you, boyfriend.”

“I love you too, girlfriend.”

You looked up, rain slamming down onto the tent as people shouted, running around. You hadn’t noticed the sudden growth of activity until then. You looked back at your friends. “Shit, what’s happening?” Kie murmured, and you looked around again, unable to work out any coherent information.

JJ was shaking next to you, and on your other side, Kiara was trying not to cry. You stood up, unable to stay in the suffocating row of seats. JJ leaned forward slightly, the loss of contact shocking him. Then, the neon coats came in. Shoupe, Bratcher, the other officers. You waited expectantly, feeling the others stand beside you.

“Did you find them?” Pope asked.

“No.” Shoupe stated, and you let out a shaky breath.

“So they got away?” Kie asked.

“We, uh…” Shoupe looked down, “We lost them.”

You swallowed, closing your eyes for a second.

Sarah, your first friend. Sarah, who invited you out to parties when you had no other friends. Sarah, who would stay up late, texting you, when you couldn’t be alone with your thoughts. And John B, always dragging you into petty dramas and persuading you to come out with the Pogues. The one who had finalised your placement in the tight-knit group.

You looked around, seeing various emotions scattered over your friends. Pope - denying. Unable to think that they might really be gone. Kiara - standing in shock, processing the idea. JJ, angry.

He was holding Shoupe by the collar, yelling, and almost by instinct, you reached for his shoulders, trying to pull him back, but knowing you weren’t strong enough. He was being pulled away.

“JJ.” you managed, your voice seeming to ground him as he softened, breaking from the loosened grip to look at you, to take in the tears that you didn’t realise were falling.

You felt aware of other people entering the tent, but you paid them no mind, pulling JJ into a hug, soft but tight, cradling him as sobs racked both of your bodies. You stood like that for a few minutes, face buried in his shoulder, him breathing in your hair. You clung to each other, the loss taking hold of you in a cruel fist, tightening around your chests second by seconds as the reality hit. There were hands on your back, soothing ones, voices in the background, asking questions, answering them, promising to see each other tomorrow.

Eventually, you stepped away.

He had an arm over your shoulder, and you had an arm around his torso as you slowly made your way down the tent, neither of your parents present. For the first time all week, you wondered what your dad was up to. You felt raindrops splattering over your face as you ambled down the soggy path to the road.

“JJ?” you broke the shocked silence. “Would you like to stay at mine tonight?”

He looked down at you, processing your words for a second. “Yeah.” he rasped the words, practically choking them out. You walked home slowly, the rain hammering you both, but neither of you able to care. You walked past the Chateau, and a fresh wave of tears shook you both. You fumbled with your keys, the torrential rain making your grip slippy as you struggled to find the right one. You unlocked the door, both of you stumbling in, hooking your coats over the radiator and then walking up the stairs, not caring about your volume. 

You undressed slowly, hanging all your clothes out in the bathroom to dry, and then finding JJ, broken and still, standing in the middle of your room. You unbuttoned the black shirt, pulling it from his shoulders and letting it drop. You helped him out of the rest of his clothes, providing a pair of joggers to him. You hung his clothes up with yours. Only then did you realise you were still just in your underwear, and pulled an oversized top over your frame, unable to place who it had belonged to before you. You sat down in the middle of your bed, legs crossed, and tugged JJ’s hand ever so slightly, the movement forcing him to look down at you. He sat down beside you, and slowly as ever, you guided him to lie down. You lay on your back beside him, staring at the ceiling as, once again, you turned the day’s events over in your head.

You looked over to JJ, who was looking away from you, taking deep breaths. He rolled, turning his back to you. In response, you rolled too, curving your body around his back, and wrapping an arm around him, resting your hand over his heart, and pressing your cheek to his spine.

As you breathed, you breathed for him. For everything you had been through, and everything you were yet to experience. You breathed, and lived, and died for him. Your heart pumped for him, for his love. You loved him, with every bone, every fiber, every cell in your body, and in that moment of pure, mutual vulnerability, you swore to yourself, I will always love this man.

You closed your eyes, savouring the feeling of your weariness, your pain, your worries sifting away. Your breathing evened with his, and you felt his heartbeat under your fingertips, the rhythm guiding you to sleep, gently and kindly welcoming you into a dreamless slumber.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

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Not Alone

A/N: Happy Holidays to you all!

I recently found the tv show Peaky Blinders and me being me, I created my own character into the fandom during the very first episode. This was meant to be an introduction of sorts to that oc of mine but I decided this works just fine as a reader insert fic. Now, because I'm currently on episode 2 of season 2, there's bound to be mistakes and I hope I have made the characters even some justice. 

For what's it worth, I know nothing of Christmas traditions in the Shelby family so in this they just have a nice family dinner whereas the reader has spent their holidays quite differently before.

The reader is a child in Tommy Shelby’s care.

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Title: Not alone - a Christmas story of sorts

Summary: There is supposed to be a family dinner but you are nowhere to be found. Tommy is not happy. It's up to him to search you and find out why you made a run for it.

Warning: There are some curse words and talk of a person’s death by beating but nothing graphically described! 

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Secretly, Tommy enjoyed this time of the year and especially this day, Christmas Eve. Everyone in the family had been busy with something or the other lately so there had not been many occasions when they all would be gathered into the same place for any other purpose than to speak about business. 

Today was the one day, one night when none of them was allowed to speak about business and the whole family would be around the same dinner table. And Tommy found the idea surprisingly relaxing this year. 

All thoughts of relaxation blew from Thomas Shelby's mind the second he stepped inside their home. His Aunt Polly greeted him at the door with an alarming look on her face. 

"What now?" Tommy asked, his voice strained like he didn't actually want to know the answer. 

"It's the bloody girl, that's what now!" Came the voice of the eldest Shelby brother. Tommy frowned, turning to face his brother who seemed almost ready to beat someone. 

Polly pushed Arthur inside. "Calm down, you idiot!" The oldest brother looked ready to protest but one look from the younger Shelby man made him huff and turn on his heels to march somewhere else in the house. 

"We can't find Y/N. She's nowhere in the house", Polly said. 

Tommy's lips tightened to a thin line. What the fuck was going on in that child's head?! If it had been any other time he wouldn't worry that much because he knew that despite you being only just shy of eleven, you could handle yourself better than most boys your age. However, lately, there had been some… disagreements in the area between some people. Because of this you, Finn and even Ada had been strictly forbidden from going out of the house after dark without one of the brothers or Polly.

Placing his cap back on, Tommy placed a reassuring hand on Polly's arm. "I'll find her. She can't have gone that far." With that, he stepped back outside. 

Now, if I were a little girl, where would I go, Tommy thought. Fortunately, he knew you better than you cared to admit and it didn't take the man long to make his way to the stables. 

A faint, flickering light shone from an empty stall in the back and Tommy made his way over in brisk space. He had every intention of getting you and showing you right then and there what exactly he thought about your disappearing act. Once he got you in his sight, every thought of punishments seemed to vanish for the time being. 

You were hugging yourself in the back corner of the stall, a candle half-burnt in front of you the only source of light. Even in the little light, Tommy could see the tears staining your cheeks. Had someone got to you, hurt you?

"Y/N, what's the matter?" 

 Not hearing Tommy get in, you got startled by his voice and looked up at him with wide eyes. You knew you'd be in trouble for leaving the house but you had sort of hoped the Shelbys wouldn't notice your absence this quickly. Trouble or not, you had no intentions of going back just yet. Averting your gaze and turning your head down to stare at the small flame, you said something so quietly that Tommy wasn't sure he heard you correctly. 

"Mind repeating that?" 

You shouldn't have. The change in the leader of Peaky Blinders' tone should have been enough to shake you out of whatever frenzy you had gone into. This time, you were having none of it. Thomas had walked in on you at the moment you had felt most vulnerable and you hated it. Hated yourself for giving in to tears. So, you told the head of Shelby family exactly what was on your mind. 

"Like you fucking care. Leave me alone", you repeated, a hard edge in your voice that you didn't know yourself you could muster up in the first place. 

You kept your eyes still away from him so you didn't have much of a chance to try and avoid the hand that suddenly grasped your arm in a vice-like grip. You let out a yelp as Tommy in one rough movement pulled you on your feet, stomping on the candle in the process so that the stick snapped in half and the flame died out. His other hand went to the back of your head, squeezing just enough that it didn't hurt but made you feel uncomfortable. 

"What the hell, Y/N?" He gave your shoulder a shake. 

The gravity of the situation started to dawn on you just then. You were so deep in trouble you didn't have words for it. No one talked back to Tommy the way you had. Not without serious consequences. 

"I know you know you're not allowed out alone after dark, so I'm going to ask this only once, and you better have a damn good reason for this - what are you doing here, Y/N?" 

You didn't know how to explain. Not in a way that Tommy would understand. So, you stayed silent, eyes cast down while the pressure on the back of your neck increased. 

Tommy started to be beyond angry now. Fine, if you wouldn't cooperate, he would teach you some manners, alright. "If that's how it's gonna be", he said darkly. You felt your chest tighten at the thought of the punishment Tommy would no doubt lash down to you. Taking a firm hold of your wrist, Tommy started to pull you with him. That seemed to get some life back to you. You tried to dig your heels into the ground to slow you down but soon you were out of the stall and near the exit of the stables. Panic flooded you. 

"No, wait!" You struggled in the hold of the man who had been like a brother to you from the day you were born.  

Tommy didn't relent, instead, he seemed to get tired of your resistance as he suddenly turned on his heels, and picking you up from the waist, he hoisted you over his shoulder. "You had your chance, princess." 

You felt your eyes burn as you gave up. "It was for Steve", you said, sniffing. 

Tommy went still. You could hear the shakier breath he took before muttering a few curse words. Steve had been your brother. When you were only a few months old your parents had died and your older brother had stepped up to take on the task of raising you. Your brother and Thomas Shelby along with Freddie Thorne had grown up together. When they went to war together, you had been left into the care of Peaky Blinders. When the war ended, none of the men came back the same. Your brother… he took it heavier than most. Ever since coming back from France, Steve had been getting weaker and weaker, growing more ill by every day that passed. Until, just a few months ago, your brother had been killed. Tommy and the rest of the Shelbys, save maybe Finn, knew who was responsible for your brother's death, but they didn't share the information with you. All you knew, was that some men came to your apartment and started beating the life out of your brother. You had managed to escape by biting the man who had been holding you, and you had run straight to Tommy. 

The Peaky Blinders were quick to get to your place, but Steve, who had already been weak in health, couldn't get over the beating. He had died a few hours later to his wounds. Steve and Thomas had made an agreement, unknown to you at the time, that should anything happen to your brother, the leader of the gang would take you to be his ward. You were relieved, of course, that you didn't have to leave the place you had grown up in and live with some strangers. Poor circumstances aside, you had liked living with Polly, Ada and Finn when the men were fighting in the war. But now? Everything was different. Tommy and the rest of the Shelby brothers were home and you had trouble settling in. You were an outsider in the tight-knitted family of blood and kin - and you were neither. 

Somehow, everything had been harder the closer Christmas came. Everything had felt… darker in ways you had never imagined you could feel. You missed your brother. 

Thomas put you back down on your feet and placing both his hands on your shoulders, he lowered himself to be at an eye-level with you. There was a hard edge on those blue eyes, one that you had seen many times before, but you also saw the barest hint of something else. Something that you - despite being just a child - knew not many, if anyone, saw in Tommy, especially these days. 

"You miss him, eh?" Even though the question was presented in a rhetorical way, you tilted your head to nod. Of course, you missed Steve. He had been your brother.  

Tommy heaved a sigh. “Is that why you choose today of all days to pull this escape act?” 

You hesitated. “No”, you admitted. “It’s a family night”, you continued more quietly, turning your head away. 

“Yeah, it is. So, Y/N, explain to me once again why you are not home with the rest of us.”

Your throat seemed to tighten up. “Yeah, well, I’m not family, am I?” You managed to choke out. 

Ah, so this is what this is about, Tommy thought. Taking a surprisingly gentle yet firm hold of your chin, he turned your head to look at him. “Listen to me carefully now”, Tommy began, “because I’m not going to repeat myself. You are a part of this family now, Y/N, whether you like it or not, and whatever it is that is going on in that stubborn head of yours, you’re going to forget it, come home and sit down to the dinner table with us.” 

Tommy’s words served to ease some of the tightness in your chest. You couldn’t help what you did next - you leapt forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. “But, Finn said-” you started to utter. 

“Finn? Since when has he had a say in anything that I have already decided?” Tommy pushed you back to look at you and interrupted sharply. 

“Never, but he said that this night was for family and since I’m not a Shelby, I shouldn’t be there… and I missed the holiday traditions we used to do with Steve… and it all just became too much, and - I’m sorry, Tommy!” You finally cried, the dam of tears bursting.

“Maybe you are not a Shelby by blood, but you have been family since the day I signed the papers.” 

You frowned. “What, what papers?” 

“The papers that say I’m your legal guardian.” 

You looked at him with wide eyes. All this time you had figured out that the agreement between your brother and Thomas Shelby had been purely verbal and not official in any way. All this time, there had been a small part of you fearing the day some police officer or parish workers would drag you away from Birmingham. You had never asked Tommy much about the agreement because you didn’t want to bother him or seem ungrateful for the fact that he had taken you in. But. Had you heard the man right? Were you really his, proper and legal? 

"Come on, what would Steve say if he saw you know, eh? All teary-eyed, and misbehaving on Christmas Eve of all days", Tommy said, the barest hint of teasing in his voice. He placed his hand back to your neck and pulled you forward until your foreheads were touching. "You are not alone, Y/N. Remember that." 

You sniffed and grabbed a fistful of his jacket as best as you could. "I will try", you promised. You then pulled back from him and wiped your cheeks with your hands. "How much trouble am I in?" You asked quietly, biting down on your lip. 

Tommy stood up and looked down at you. Your red eyes from the crying and the sadness, anxiety and the bit of innocence still left in you that shone from within you. He didn't want you to lose that last bit just yet. Besides, he knew how much your Christmas traditions had meant to you and Steve. Maybe, just this one time, he could let you off the hook. 

Offering you his hand, Tommy shook his head and ruffled your hair with his other hand. "Come home with me and you are off the hook - and I'll have a word with Finn, alright?" 

You didn't know what to say, so you just nodded and took the hand offered to you. As you made your way back to the house, you leaned on Tommy in a way you had never done before. 

Surely, the family dinner with the Shelbys differed in more ways than one from the customs you had had with your brother, but in the end, you realised it didn't matter. You still honoured the memory of your brother and you would never forget the holidays you two had spent together, just the two of you, but it was time for you to move on with your life. After all, what really mattered during this time of the year was that you were not alone. 

You were not alone or an outsider, and every single member of the family - even Finn - made sure to show you that you were exactly that; you were family.