#everyone was upstairs at once and the noises overwhelmed me so bad my parents didn’t get it and wouldn’t leave me to calm down

[nerdsandbabyteeth]

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[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired.  In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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[butgilinsky]

birthday boy // rc

warning; language, drugs, fluff and probably typos 

summary; when y/n comes back to the obx after moving away years ago, rafe can’t stop the overwhelming need to confess something

word count; 2.3k+

initially, y/n didn’t want to move away from the outer banks. she’d grown up on the island, and made her mark there. but her parent’s divorce was ugly, and ended in a strong hatred between her mom and dad. fortunately for her, the one thing they were able to agree on was their love for their daughter. 

her mom moved off of the island, taking y/n while her dad ultimately took the rest. her mom might have taken y/n off of the island, but her father seemed to keep her whole life back at the outer banks. she had fought to stay in the outer banks, begging her mother to move to a different part of the island, but it didn’t end up like that. 

moving off to college was something she’d looked forward to since the move. she hated the people where her mom lived, and when she moved to chapel hill, she was reunited with a few of her friends. 

she went back to the beloved island every once in a while, though she hadn’t been in a while. she still had friends on the island, and kept in touch with them the best that she could. 

but rafe cameron’s 20th birthday party seemed to be a good enough reason for y/n to return to the island for a bit of time. initially, she didn’t put much thought into returning to the island for the occasion, but kelce and topper’s incessant begging for the weeks leading up to the date finally got her to agree. 

so she packed a bag and called her dad. she got off of the ferry early in the afternoon, and smiled at the sight of her dad waited for her, leaning against his truck as she skipped over to him.

“thanks for this.” she whispered to him once she wrapped her arms around him, smile beaming brightly. 

“you’re welcome anytime, angel.” she laughed, though she appreciated the soft promise, and slid into the passenger seat. 

topper had called her almost every hour, making sure she made it off the ferry and remembered what time to be ready. he wanted to make this surprise perfect for his best friend, and y/n made sure to calm topper down as much as she possibly could. 

she slid a joint behind her ear and an extra in her bra, since it would crease or break in her pocket. she heard the loud honk outside of her house, apologizing to her dad as she ran down the stairs and outside, smiling widely at the sight of kelce and topper waiting for her.

“hey princess!” kelce yelled from the passenger seat, smiling when y/n walked up to topper’s window and gave the blond a loud kiss on the cheek. 

“hi babies.” she crawled into the backseat, leaned over the center console to smile widely at both of the boys. 

“rafe’s going to lose his mind.” 

the drive was short, her father practically living in the center of figure eight coming in handy. the girl was told over and over again about the situation at hand. it was going to be one of the biggest parties on the island, though that seemed like an extreme title due to how big the parties tended to be. 

she got out of the car but waited, giving kelce and topper time to run back into the party and make sure everything was good and ready. she waited for the text she was promised she’d receive soon enough, and smiled when her phone buzzed in her pocket. 

operation princess is a go

she laughed at the stupid name, but turned on her heel and walked towards the house. she pressed her finger to her lips when she saw people she knew, wrapping them in hugs but telling them to keep it under wraps for the time being. 

topper spotted her from a few yards away and stood on the porch with a megaphone, which made y/n roll her eyes at the dramatics of it all. he leaned over the railing, raising the megaphone to his lips and getting everyone’s attention. 

“everybody, everybody. it is with my greatest pleasure that i throw this birthday bash for the kook prince himself.” topper threw an arm over rafe’s shoulders, and y/n watched the boy throw his head back in laughter at his friend’s announcement. 

kelce stood behind the girl, ducking slightly so rafe wouldn’t spot him and ultimately find y/n in the crowd. that would’ve crashed the whole point of the theatrics. 

“though this party would be enough of a present, i got you something better than just a table of booze, and a crowd of people, my friend.” rafe grew confused quickly, eye trained on the boy beside him. 

“kelce, bring out the princess!” kelce threw his arm around y/n’s shoulder and walked her closer to the porch, watching rafe scan the crowd in confusion at what was actually going on. 

“didn’t think you could throw a birthday party without me, did you, cameron?” his head snapped down to the sound of her voice, being able to place her voice in any scenario. 

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he smiled widely at the sight of her standing in front of the porch, a bright smile on her lips. he handed his drink to topper quickly and jumped over the railing, not even bothering to reach the stairs that weren’t all that far from him. 

y/n laughed loudly when rafe reached her, lifting her off of her feet and holding her to his chest. the crowd erupted in a loud rumble of cheering, almost missing topper’s announcement to go back to their party activities. 

“how long have you been here?” rafe looked up at the girl still wrapped around him, his smile never faltering at the sight of her directly in front of him. 

“a few hours.” she shrugged, smiling down at her best friend. “but i brought you something.” 

she pulled the joint from it’s place behind her ear, wiggling in front of rafe before bouncing it off of his nose. his smile grew wider, neither of them realizing it was possible, and he set her back on her feet.

“you are the love of my life.” he said in a low voice, one that only the two of them could hear before he pressed a long kiss to the side of her head. 

he grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the house, only straying from the path when thanking people for coming. his hand clapped on the backs of various boys’ backs, and the girls nearby wrapped y/n in hugs, gushing about how they hadn’t seen her in years. 

y/n’s hand was grabbed quickly, and she was tugged upstairs and into topper’s room. she’d been in this room enough times, smiling at the sight of rafe opening the sam window she’d been through many times before. 

rafe crawled out on the roof first, grabbing y/n’s hand and helping her through the small opening. her feet hit the shingles of the roof and her smile grew, the breeze blowing by making goosebumps raise on her skin. 

she sat beside rafe, watching the party below her in an uproar. she smiled at the sight while she held the joint out to rafe to light it. 

“birthday boy gets the first hit.” he smiled through his eye roll and placed the joint between his lips. 

she waited for him to take a few drags before he held it back out to her, humming as his shoulders relaxed. 

“you still sticking your noise in snow caps?” rafe laughed at the girl’s terminology, though the familiarity of the situation spread a warmth that he didn’t often feel, through his chest. 

“nah. had a bad run in with it and top kind of forced me off of it.” he shrugged, trying to play it off as if it didn’t bother him, though the girl knew better. 

“am i totally ruining that with my present.” she held up the joint as a reference, laughing when rafe scoffed.

“c’mon, y/n. give me some credit.” she rolled her eyes but passed the joint back to him and leaned into his side. 

“i missed you, cameron.” 

he pressed his lips to the girl’s head in response, knowing that he’d never miss a person like he missed y/n. their goodbye right before she boarded the ferry all those years ago was proof of that. he’d seen her since then, but every goodbye seemed harder than the previous one. 

“i miss you every day.” he whispered, more to himself than to the girl beside him. 

the words struck a chord, making her eyes fall shut as she took in the moment. it’d be easier to be close to rafe if they didn’t lead different lives. if she still lived on the island, she would’ve made that leap years ago. 

“you know, you can come to the mainland every once in a while. the dorm bed’s a little small, but we can make it work.” she looked over at the boy, watching a small smile itch up his lips. 

“i’ll be sure to do that sometime soon.” she didn’t think there was much weight behind the promise, though it was enough for the time being. 

silence overtook them, passing the joint back and forth until it ran out. the party below them was still in full motion, but neither of them felt the urge to return just yet. 

rafe was still drinking in the fact that he was sat beside the girl he hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. every thought and feeling that he felt around her came rushing back at the side of her, though he was sure they never left. 

“what are you thinking about, birthday boy?” her voice seemed to soothe rafe instantly. his shoulders fell slightly and a soft smile spread across his face at the simple sound. 

“you.” she turned to face him, a growing smile beaming brightly back at the boy who was a little high on weed and completely drunk on her. 

“me? what about me?” she was slightly joking, not entirely expecting rafe to completely pour our a pound of his emotions onto the girl right beside him. 

but he did. 

“i missed you. i think about you a lot when you’re gone, and now you’re here and it doesn’t seem to change that. i hate that you had to move away, but i get it i guess. i guess i’m kind of glad you haven’t been around lately. you’re probably the only person i’d feel guilty about disappointing, and i’ve done a lot of that lately.” 

she leaned forward slightly, bringing both of her hands to hold rafe’s head between them while continuously smiling at him. she didn’t think anything rafe cameron told her would wipe away her smile at this point. 

the boy that had been her best friend throughout school, always by her side when she needed him and vice versa. the boy that helped her sneak out when her parents were yelling at each other a bit too loud. the boy that picked her up when she was too drunk to walk home. 

the boy she’d been in love with since she was 14, when he told steven richards that y/n was far out of his league. 

“there’s just this comfort you bring me, y’know? no matter how shitty it is at home, or how annoying people at school were, you’d walk into a room and i’d feel at ease. i don’t know, y/n i just-”

“i love you too.” she spoke softly, watching the boy tense momentarily before relaxing softly. he leaned into her touch and sighed out before pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand. 

“i know that’s hard for you to feel, let alone say it out loud, so i’ll say it for you. i’m in love with you and i have been for longer than i can remember. i’d do just about anything for you, rafe.” 

the boy’s eyes glazed over with a thing layer of tears, though he’d never dare to let them escape. the girl he’d pined for for years was sitting in front of him and saying everything he’d ever thought about her. 

“i love you.” his voice was soft, almost inaudible but it was enough. it was enough to make both of them smile widely, and though rafe felt like the world might open up and swallow him whole for admitting such a thing. 

y/n leaned forward, pressing her lips firmly against rafe’s. she held him close to her for as long as she could before the need for air was making her head pound. though when she pulled away, rafe moved one of his own hands to the back of her head and pulled her back quickly. 

the knock on the window behind them made both of them pull away and turn towards the sound. rafe groaned loudly when topper stared at the pair with a wide smile and a wave. 

“top, fuck off!” rafe tried to shoo the boy away but topper rolled his eyes. 

“i’ve been asked about where you are too many times, and it’s starting to piss me off. please go downstairs and say hi to people.” 

he turned back to y/n with a soft pout, though the girl laughed and cocked her head to the side. 

“let’s go mingle.” 

she got up to move towards the window but rafe pulled her back in for another kiss, one that made topper scoff while y/n laughed gently. when the boy finally pulled away he stared at the girl with a bright smile. 

“okay now we can go.”

[malfoysbtch]

Uneasy Promises

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Summary: Fooling around at Draco’s family parties had to eventually lead to the challenging topic of the future.

As you walked up the misty lane leading to Malfoy Manor with your parents by your side, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were drowning in the vast sea of emotions swarming inside your chest. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect of the night, as you often found yourself flirting and sneaking off with the son of the hosts. You were in your fifth year at Hogwarts together and, while in the beginning you were unsure of your thoughts on the boy, you soon found yourself thinking of him in a way you just couldn’t pretend was friends. You never would have made a move yourself if he hadn’t begun flirting with you at your first Malfoy party.

You fiddled with one of the rings adorning your fingers, feeling confident despite your anxious thoughts of Draco Malfoy that were now pushed to the back of your mind. Narcissa opened the very large door that led into their home, her and her husband Lucius greeting your parents. You stood to their side, allowing for the usual greetings and small talk before they turned and greeted you as well.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, always a pleasure to see you,” you smiled with a sense of pride as Lucius bowed slightly in respect.

Once everyone had said hello, the Malfoy’s led the way to the very large ballroom that was decorated with serpents and green and silver. You grinned a bit at the décor before your eyes quickly found Draco, your topic of interest for the evening. His eyes had already found you and were sweeping over your attire. For this particular party, you wore an emerald green fitted mini skirt that had a slit on one thigh. This was paired with a button up black shirt, the sleeve cuffs rolled up just below your elbows and the top few buttons left unbuttoned. The many parties you had attended with your parents were the only reasoning for you not struggling to walk in the black heels you wore.

Flashing Draco a flirty smile, you found your way to the drinks and made sure to grab two. “Always weird to see you without your two goons, Malfoy,” you offered him the drink, enjoying the brief moment where his fingers brushed your own. You weren’t sure what boosted your confidence this time around, but he didn’t seem opposed to the approach, which only provoked you.

“Not as weird as seeing you without your boyfriend stuck to your side, Y/L/N.”

A slight irritation arose in you as you had to explain to him once again that he was indeed not your boyfriend. You knew he wouldn’t be fooling around with you at parties if he really thought this. “I grew up with Hayden, I can assure you he’s not the one I’d want to call that.” You may have revealed too much by saying that but the smirk playing on Malfoy’s lips as he leaned closer to you pushed that worry away.

“And who,” he drawled in a husky voice barely more than a whisper, “would you like to call that then?” He had turned, now leaning his shoulder against the wall as he faced you. His face was close to yours and you could smell his overwhelming scent. You kept your gaze forward as you smirked, letting out a little laugh before speaking. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and you were glad that no eyes had found the pair of you in the corner, allowing your time together to be somewhat private. “Find an excuse to follow me upstairs.”

With this said, he picked himself up off the wall and walked to speak to his mother. After a quick exchange of words and a glance back at you, he disappeared into the hallway you knew all too well led to the upstairs of the mansion. You finished off your drink, setting it down before walking in the direction he did. You didn’t bother letting anyone know, holding onto the excuse of getting lost in the big mansion. You were sure, though, they knew you were bluffing when you made this excuse due to the amount of times you had been to the manor previously.

You felt the usual tingly excitement course through your body as you made your way quietly up the stairs. You knew more people had arrived, as you heard the noise levels rise significantly downstairs. Upon reaching Draco’s room, you stopped at the door and slid your heals off before pushing the door open and slipping inside.

Draco was staring out of a window, appearing deep in thought with his arms crossed over his chest. Taking this opportunity, you walked up behind him so he couldn’t hear you, dropping your heels on his bed on the way. You ran your hand along his shoulders, feeling him jump slightly beneath your touch. Humming slightly in approval of your touch, he turns and catches your hand in his before it drops back by your side.

Pulling you close by your hand, he places a hand on your waist while the other now rests on your cheek. The two of you had shared many moments like this previously, though it never seemed to result in the two of you becoming more. This thought ate away at you, making you constantly worry about why he wouldn’t make it official.

He kissed you deeply, his feelings being prominently gifted through the kiss. You kissed him back with just as much feeling, relishing in the moment until the kiss was broken. Once again, the worry had filled you, a worry that only he had the power to take away. You only hoped, this time it wouldn’t be temporary, the way it was when he kissed you; a temporary forgetfulness, one that ended not long after the kiss was over. Taking a slight step back, you looked at him with a mixture of sadness and anxiety.

His face fell, a genuine look of concern dawning the features you adored so much. “What’s wrong, darling?”

He tried to pull you closer once more as you shook your head, looking at your now bare feet. “I just don’t know what to expect and it kind of worries me.” You allowed a glance up at him, your hand falling on his chest as you felt it rise and fall, comforting you.

He knew what you meant, and he had been dreading this conversation since the confessions you had each let flow into the open the last time you had time alone like this. Closing his eyes for a moment, he contemplated his next words. “Please listen all the way through, okay?” He waited for your nod before continuing, “I would love nothing more than to be with you, but I don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

He could see you getting defensive, crossing your arms and opening your mouth to speak, but he quickly cut you off. “I’ll tell you everything, Y/N don’t look at me like that,” he let a small smile play on his lips at your expression.

You felt slightly bad as you saw the small smile he let slip, as this wasn’t the way the night was supposed to go. You were supposed to be wrapped in his arms, feeling his warmth and sharing long kisses until you knew you were pushing your limits on time. You laced your hand with his, sharing your unspoken apology but still knowing this conversation had to happen.

“I’m scared of what will happen with You-Know-Who. You know my father’s expectations of me, what I’m supposed to do.” He shakes his head, thinking of every way their relationship could possibly go wrong if it continued. “When I’m of age you know I’ll have the Dark Mark as soon as it can be possible and I can’t, I won’t, tie you into it. You’re not getting hurt because of me.”

You hated that his father made him do this, despite it being his way of protecting his family. You knew, though, that you couldn’t let Draco go through all of it alone. You loved him and you could never imagine leaving him alone in a situation such as that one.

“I don’t care, what happens I’m not going to just leave you,” you said in disbelief. It was your turn to cut him off before he got the chance to speak, “Don’t argue with me, this is my choice to make, Draco.”

He was unsure of how to argue, as he always said the qualities he valued the most in you was how strong and independent you were. He felt wrong taking that away from you, though he knew it was for your protection.

This argument continued for much longer than either of you intended, as Draco continued to insist that you should never put yourself at risk for him. You argued that you would never leave him to go through something like that alone, insisting that you were strong enough to handle it. While he didn’t doubt that you were strong, he wasn’t sure how anyone could handle how terrible the Dark Lord really could be.

As he agreed, finally, to be together despite the concerning future ahead of himself, he made you promise him to that you would protect yourself as well; that you would never put yourself in harm’s way for him. In that moment, as the he agreed and you made the promise, Draco did not realize how terrible the Dark Lord really would be to each of you, while you didn’t realize how difficult the promise you made would be to keep.

[aspiring-ginger]

Thunderstorms Ch. 2 (Fellowship x Reader)

Summary: Reader gets the Fellowship ready for bed, how the heck is she going to have room for everyone?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2,496

Pairing(s): Platonic Fellowship of the ring x fem!reader, eventual romantic interest (Lord of the Rings)

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A/N: This one was fun to write! Reader is going to have some nice moments with each member of the Fellowship before the final romantic pairing is decided, so this chapter has a bit of Legolas! I am keeping a tally of who you guys want the reader to end up with, so go ahead and put your votes in lol 

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Masterlist I Previous 

You left the fellowship standing around your kitchen table while you went looking for candles and flashlights. It did cross your mind that the majority of the fellowship wasn’t even human so they might be able to see better in the dark, but you needed the light and using just your phone wasn’t going to cut it. It was probably for the best that you needed to grab these anyway, so you could use this time to process what the actual fuck was going on. 

No matter how many times you pinched yourself, the fellowship was still standing in your kitchen. It was fucking bonkers and you knew it. Hopefully you would be able to put them all to bed quickly so you could sleep and when you woke up it was all a dream and there weren’t eight strange men in your house. God, you hoped it really was a dream. 

You managed to find a few scented candles that you currently balanced in your arms as you returned to the kitchen. The hobbits were still seated at the table, busy whispering to each other with wide eyes. Aragorn and Legolas seemed to be discussing something in Elvish. They both seemed tense so it could actually be an argument, but honestly you had no idea. Boromir saw you struggling with the candles, so he strode over and took several from your hands. You tried to protest but he simply waved it off saying it was the least he could do for your generous hospitality. He helped you spread the candles throughout your house and watched curiously as you lit them using a lighter. You caught the hobbits’ attention as well when you put the last candle down in the middle of the table. 

“What’s that, there? You tryn’ to use some sort of a weapon on us?” Sam asked, eyeing the lighter in your hands.

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m just lighting the candle, see?” You clicked the lighter so the small flame would come out of the tip, then lit the candle.

“Is that some sort of magic?” Pippin asked.

“Why are you lighting the candles now? Don’t you have any torches or candles already lit?” Merry chimed in.

You handed the lighter over to Pippin so he could get a closer look. Wait shit, was that really the best idea to give it to him, of all people? Well, it was too late now as he was already twirling it around in his hands and fiddling with the trigger to try and light it. It was only a tiny lighter anyway, it wasn’t like he could actually set anything on fire….you hoped.

“Hm? Oh, it’s dark because the power’s out.” Merry gave you a blank stare so you clarified, “Our lights run on electricity, not fire. The storm must’ve hit a generator or something, so the power’s not on. I can’t turn any lights on without it.”

“Does this normally happen, lass?” Gimli piped up from his spot in the corner.

“No, we haven’t had a storm this bad in a long time, and if the power ever does go out it’s usually only for a couple seconds.”

“Well, the candles smell wonderful.” Boromir added with a smile. You smiled back and excused yourself to get them towels. Seriously, they were making puddles on your floor. You saw the lights flicker back on in your office as you grabbed them. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

“Alright, the power’s back on now, but I’m not gonna turn on a ton of lights because it’s late and it’ll be bright.” You explained as you handed out the towels. 

Tackling one problem at a time- the power was back on, and the fellowship was drying off. Now you had to figure out where everyone could sleep. This was going to be a real challenge. Two could fit in your parent’s bed, two in the guest bed. One on the loveseat, and either one or two on the couch. You had a small pullout couch underneath your loft bed you had since childhood, but that would mean one of them would have to sleep with you in your room. That might not sit well with them wanting to preserve your honor and hospitality. They had their sleeping packs with them and you had a sleeping bag as well, but you didn’t want them to have to sleep on the floor. Especially since you had no idea how long they would be staying and they’d been on the road for so long it felt wrong to make one of them sleep on the floor. You supposed you could clean off the couch that was downstairs in the family room, but it was sort of dirty. Sighing, you explained this to them, which they all assured you it would be no problem should some of them need their bedrolls. 

“I’ll give you a tour of the house, and then you all can decide where you want to sleep.” They all nodded in agreement. “So, you’re standing in my kitchen. Do you have any questions?” You asked as you flipped on the light.

“Will you show us how to use your equipment?” Sam asked, “We’d hate to have you cooking all by yourself. And I’d like to learn to help, if I could.”

“Sure, but we can worry about that in the morning. I think we could all use some sleep first.”

You led them throughout your house turning the lights on as you went. They didn’t have any questions, but you figured that all this was overwhelming so you didn’t launch into any explanations unprompted. 

After some discussion among themselves they came to a decision- Frodo and Sam would sleep in the guest bed downstairs, Aragorn on the couch also downstairs (he wanted to stay close to Frodo in case anything happened), Gimli took the loveseat and Boromir the couch in the living room. Merry and Pippin would sleep in your parents’ bed upstairs. Legolas insisted he lay out his bedroll down with Gimli and Boromir, he refused to sleep in your room.

“Please, Legolas. You’ve been through so much, just take the pull out couch,” you pleaded, “We wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed or anything. I promise, it’s fine.”

“No, I could not. Elves do not sleep the way Men do, you need not worry. I will be alright.” 

“If you don’t need as much sleep as humans, then it would be alright if you slept on the couch! We wouldn’t disturb each other, and you don’t have to stay in there once you wake up. I just want you all to be comfortable. Please, it’s the least I could do.”

“Would it not be improper, my lady? What would your husband think?” Boromir cut in.

“What? No no, I’m not married. Nooo way. It’s just me in the house, my parents are out of town and won’t be home for a long time. Besides this is a...weird situation, but you’re my guests so everything here is yours. I would give up my bed if I needed to, but I have a feeling you guys wouldn’t like that.” They shook their heads. “There’s nothing wrong with a friend sleeping in the same room and hey it’s 2020 so it doesn’t matter what gender. At least for tonight. If you want to move tomorrow I promise I won’t be offended.” You offered a final plea. 

Legolas caved. “As long as it is what the Lady wishes.”

You held up your hand “Okay let me just get this straight- I’m not a lady. Just call me (Y/n), I don’t have a title. I’m not nobility or super rich or anything so you’re not offending my honor or whatever by calling me by my name.”

They nodded in response, but you weren’t sure if they would actually listen.

“Okay, you all can start setting up your stuff and getting ready for bed. I’ll bring pillows and blankets, and I can dry any of your clothes. I’ll get you all some stuff you can wear tomorrow.” 

You set everything up, the fellowship trailing behind you until their respective ‘beds’ were made. Just Legolas was left, so you told him to get ready however he needed and you would change in the bathroom. Oh shit. The bathroom. You would have to explain that to them. You called them back upstairs and quickly gave them a run down of the bathroom, water in the kitchen should they need it, and whoever was the first to wake would come wake you up as well. Racking your brain, there wasn’t anything else you could think of.

You set up the couch for Legolas, then climbed up into your bed. You weren’t sure if you should say goodnight. Honestly, why did you push so hard to have this elf sleeping in your goddamn room? You laid there contemplating if you really should say something, if it would be more awkward to say something or not say anything at all, it was taking too long to decide so if you spoke up now it might be weird-

“Thank you for the bed. Sleep well, (Y/n).” Legolas softly called up to you, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“It’s really no problem. Goodnight.”

You rolled over and tried to sleep. Minutes ticked by but you just could not fall asleep. Your thoughts were racing far too quickly. What if you said something while you were sleeping? Moved around too much? Made too much noise? Oh god, what if you farted? Why, why, why did you push so hard for him to stay with you? There was an elven prince sleeping underneath you. A real, actual elven prince. You flopped around in your bed to try and get a more comfortable position. Every time you did, you paused and winced realizing that your huffing and rustling around could keep Legolas up, too. Seriously, why did you think this was a good idea? By the time you finally began to drift off, you had no idea if Legolas was actually asleep. He hadn’t made a single sound since he bid you goodnight. Well, you could just apologize tomorrow for keeping him up.

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You woke the next morning to a soothing voice calling your name. You groaned as you looked around, who would be waking you up this early? Rolling over, your eyes met with soft blue ones. Oh. Legolas was still here, in your bedroom. It wasn’t a dream after all.

“Ah, good morning, (Y/n). I believe I heard some of my friends beginning to stir downstairs. I woke you so you might have time to dress before the hobbits bust down your door,” he chuckled, “They can get quite hungry in the morning, and I’m sure seeing a fully equipped kitchen has only made their hunger worse.”

“Oh, thank you.” You instinctively pulled your blanket closer to your chest. “Did you sleep alright last night? I’m sorry if I kept you up.”

Legolas’s laughter was bright and clear. “You needn’t worry. The dwarf snores far louder than your tossing and turning. I was still able to dream. If you like, I shall step out into the hall so you may prepare for the day in private.”

You hummed in thought. If the fellowship really was stuck with you now, they would eventually see you in your pajamas. It might be better if it was sooner than later so they could get used to it.

“Oh no, it’s alright. I’ll just use the bathroom, you don’t have to leave.” You climbed down your ladder and scooped up a bra and a brush, sticking them under your arm in an attempt to hide the fact you were carrying your undergarments. 

You went through your usual morning routine, double checking to put on deodorant and a little perfume. The non-humans had sharper senses right? You didn’t want to smell bad, ugh that would be embarrassing. As you exited the bathroom you heard loud snoring from downstairs. That must’ve been what Legolas was talking about. When you came back into your room, you found Legolas examining your things. His attention seemed to be on your bookshelf.

He had taken off his outer tunic and bracers leaving just his blue undershirt and trousers. His boots and socks were neatly placed beside the end table next to the couch. His weapons leaned against it as well, the string removed from his bow.

“Would you like some tea or coffee? Wait, do you guys even have coffee?”

“Coffee is not a common drink with the elves, but the halflings might enjoy it. Everyone enjoys tea.” 

“Cool. You can pick out what kind.”

Legolas followed you downstairs and into the kitchen. It was still early, the sun was barely poking over the tops of the trees. Gimli and Boromir were still asleep and Aragorn appeared to be waking up. There was no sign of the hobbits just yet. You pulled out your rather large selection of tea for Legolas to look through while you started on breakfast. Who doesn’t like waking up to the smell of food, right?

You didn’t have that much in your fridge so nothing too fancy, but you did have eggs and bacon. You took what little vegetables you had left and added it to the scrambled eggs- a few mushrooms, some spinach, a little onion, and some cheese. You put some bread in the toaster for good measure. Aragorn came up to join you, taking a seat across from Legolas. He launched into a conversation with him in elvish after saying good morning. Eventually, Legolas handed you a box of regular green tea and you put the kettle on. 

The others began to shuffle into the kitchen when breakfast was closer to being ready. Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas all offered to help, so you put them to work setting the dining room table and bringing kitchen chairs in to make room for everyone. You were quite pleased with what you were able to come up with, but now you definitely had to go to the store. Which meant leaving them home alone. Maaaybe not such a great idea. 

The hobbits seemed particularly happy with what you made, the mushrooms especially. Everyone happily sipped their tea and enjoyed their meals, making light conversation. Legolas and Aragorn were speaking to each other in elvish again, much to your annoyance, while Merry and Pippin described the dreams they had that night. Boromir and Gimli laughed on and added their dreams for good measure. It was easy to see how well everyone got along with each other, and the hobbits were kind enough to bring you into the discussion as well. This isn’t exactly how you thought your spring was going to go, but it sure was going to be lots of fun.

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[oboevallis]

Amelia is pregnant again and she and link decide not to tell anyone yet but they go to have lunch with Links parents and then they notice something and Maureen tells Link she knows because of the symptoms Amelia has

the mariners game

thank you so much for the prompt i really appreciate it!!! i hope it’s alright i incorporated this prompt into my unexpected series, i hope everyone’s doing well and staying safe

“Mom! Your not ready?” Scout exclaimed as his mother tiredly came down the stairs.

“Huh? For what?” Amelia asked rubbing her eye.

“We’re going to the Mariners game with Grandma and Grandpa!” Scout reminded his mother.

“If your too tired I’ll just take the kids, we’re meeting my parents there anyway so you don’t have to worry.” Link told her as he washed the dishes from breakfast. He knew she hadn’t slept well the night before, this pregnancy her morning sickness had been active at night.

“No, I want to go. Just give me a minute to get ready.” Amelia told him sleepily as she made her way back up the stairs. Once Link had finished the dishes he went upstairs to find his wife.

“Are you sure you want to go?” He asked leaning on the doorway to their bathroom.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Scouts been so excited for this, it’s all he’s been able to talk about. I don’t even feel sick right now, just sleepy. I’ll probably sleep in the car anyway, there’s always terrible traffic on game days.”

“Hmm, your favorite part.” Link smirked, Amelia didn’t necessarily have road rage but she was very impatient when it came to traffic. He went behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Have your told your parents about the baby yet?” Amelia asked as she brushed through her hair.

“No I haven’t. Should I of already done it?”

“No, I mean it’s still early. We haven’t told anyone, and we shouldn’t of even told the kids.”

“Well you had to make it clear we couldn’t have a dog.” Link smirked once seeing his wife roll her eyes

“No one in this house will let me live that down will they? The dog had an owner!”

“I know I’m just messing with you. You really can’t take a joke can you?”

“I can take a joke.” Amelia defensively stated.

“Not while your pregnant you can’t.” He immediately regretted him statement once he saw the look his wife gave him.

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Link looked over to see his wife fast asleep next to him. He knew she couldn’t of been comfortable sleeping in the car, and he felt guilty for not making her stay home.

“Dad? Do you think the Mariners are gonna win today?” Scout asked anxiously, the team hadn’t been doing great this season.

“I hope so, it’s gonna be a tight one. Especially with our star player out.” He had heard all about the players injury from Nico as he wanted his expertise, but they were optimistic he’d be back in play soon.

“I still don’t get the object of the game.” Addison admitted as she heard her father and brother talk about baseball.

“I think the word your looking for is objective. And your vocabulary has been so good, I’m really proud of you.”

“Benny uses a lot of big words. His dad is a English professor so he uses a lot of big words, so Benny has been teaching me.”

“That’s nice of him.” Link smiled, he was so happy his daughter had made a friend.

“Dad.” Addison whispered leaning closer to her fathers seat. “When we go to the baseball game can we get nachos?”

“Sure.” The girls father whispered back. “Why are we whispering?”

“Because mommy’s sleeping.”

“Why’s mom sleeping?” Scout interjected leaning forward to see if his mother was actually sleeping.

“Because she’s sleepy, she didn’t sleep much last night.” Link answered his son.

“She’ll be awake for the game right? It’s very important she watches the game with us, she’s gonna love baseball once she sees it in person.”

“I’ve been trying to get her to love baseballs for years, I just don’t think it’s gonna happen bud.” Link chuckled. “But she loves watching us enjoy baseball, her absolute favorite thing is seeing you kids happy.”

“Well I’m sure I can convince her, I’m her favorite.” Scout smiled.

“No your not.” Addison quickly said, offended with her brother. “I’m moms favorite.”

“Your mother doesn’t have favorites.” Link firmly stated before the conversation escalated.

“Dad, everyone has favorites.” Scout blatantly stated. “Moms my favorite, what about you Addie?”

“My favorite is mom too.”

“So mom is both of your favorites, not me?” Link faked jealousy, both of the kids were attached to their mother and he couldn’t blame them.

“Mommy is my favorite because she gives the best cuddles.” Addison admitted, looking to her brother for his answer.

“No she doesn’t. Dad gives the best hugs.” Scout defended his father.

“Scout’s right your dad does give the best hugs.” Amelia confessed she had woken up a couple of minutes ago, but she was entertained by the conversation so she kept quiet.

“Who’s your favorite mom?” Addison asked.

“I don’t have favorites.”

“What about you dad?” Addison asked realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with her mother

“Hmm.” Link seemed to contemplate this for a moment. “I’ve gotta say your mom.”

“You are ridiculous Atticus Lincoln.” Link looked over to see his girlfriend grinning at him

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“We’re gonna lose this game aren’t we?” Scout asked his father and grandfather.

“I think they can pull it together.” Eric confessed on the edge of the seat. The Mariners were pitching at the moment.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Amelia whispered to her husband before standing up.

“Where are you going mommy?” Addie asked realizing her mother was leaving.

“To the bathroom, do you need to go?”

“Nope.” Addison said turning her attention back to the game and leaned against her grandmother. “Are you bored?”

“Just a bit. I’ve been watching this game for years, your grandfather and father are big fans. So I’ve gotten used to it. It was more exciting when I got to see your dad play.”

“My dad played baseball?” Addie asked her father had never mentioned this to her, she had to remember to ask him about it.

“For a little bit when he was in high school, but I made him quit because it was too dangerous.” As this was true the real reason he had to quit was because his cancer had come back, and he was undergoing treatments. But she didn’t want to go into that with her granddaughter.

“That’s what mommy says, she doesn’t want Scout playing it and getting hurt.”

“How are you liking soccer?” The girls grandmother asked, she recalled her son telling about them enrolling her into soccer to help her socialize.

“Oh, I didn’t like it so my mom let me quit.”

“Well, do you have another activity that your interested in?”

“Nope.” Addie shook her head no. “There’s this book club at the library my friend showed me though.”

“That should be fun.” Maureen smiled happy to hear she was socializing, she knew how worried her son had been over it.

“They still haven’t scored?” Amelia asked as she came back sitting between her two children.

“Nope.” Scout popped the ‘p’. “They’re gonna lose.”

“Give them a chance they’ve got this.” Link optimistically smiled.

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“Can you believe they won?!” Scout exclaimed excitedly as the group walked into the burger place.

“I told ya.” Link smiled picking his son up.

“It was quite impressive.” Eric agreed as they sat down at the table. “I think the Mariners have a good chance at making the playoffs at least.”

“I hope so.” Scout toothily grinned. After everyone got their food and started eating, Maureen spoke up realizing the neurosurgeon wasn’t quite eating.

“You feeling okay Amelia?”

“Yeah I’m okay.” She forcefully smiled pushing the fries around her plate.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Link put his hand on his wife’s thigh in attempt to comfort her, knowing she was probably feeling nauseous at this time of the night.

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“You guys have made the best kids.” Maureen smiled as she stepped onto the porch where her son and daughter in law were.

“Thank you.” Amelia smiled as the woman sat next to her.

“It’s good that Addie is socializing. She’s told me she’s made a friend.”

“Yeah she has.” Link proudly smiled, he knew how much his daughter had struggled with making friends and was relieved she was starting to get more comfortable making friends. “She seems happier, she doesn’t get as overwhelmed when she’s put into a situation, but we’re still working on it.”

“Dad?” The three turned around to see Addison at the back door.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can you tuck me in? I had a bad dream.”

“Of course.” He smiled picking his daughter up causing her to happily shriek.

“He’s the best dad.” Amelia said as she watched the pair walk back into the house.

“I’m so proud of him.” Maureen agreed, she was so happy she got to see her son be a father. She thought she’d never even see him grown up. The two sat in comfortable silence, listening to the noises around them until the older woman spoke up again. “When we’re you gonna tell me your pregnant again?”

“What?” Amelia asked her voice going an octave higher, but when realizing the woman believe her she confessed. “Yeah I am. It’s still early though.”

“Congratulations.” The woman smiled brightly excited to have another grandchild.

“Thanks.” Amelia basked in the slight breeze, she loved sitting outside to think. “How’d you know?”

“Your kidding right?” The woman laughed. “You were up nearly every twenty minutes at the baseball game to go to the bathroom, and at dinner I nearly thought you were going to throw up.”

“Yeah who was I kidding.” The neurosurgeon laughed along with her.

“Do the kids know?”

“Scouts over the moon excited, and Addie was upset at first but Scout’s helping her realize this is a good thing. He’s the best big brother.”

“He really is. Growing up my big brother meant everything to me.” Maureen confessed. “I think it’s one of the most important jobs.”

“It really is.” Amelia nodded think about her own brother who meant the world to her even if he wasn’t there anymore.

[sagesparrow394]

One Night of Normalcy

This is my @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift for @anyarally! I wish you a happy New Year, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Ship(s): Analogical, background Moceit

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and Virgil is spending the evening around his boyfriend’s house, and meeting Logan’s parents for the first time. All he hopes for is one night of normalcy, and to stay out of yet another of his parents’ fights.

Warnings: This fic contains domestic abuse, both physical and verbal. There is a gay character who is heavily implied to have been forced into a straight relationship.

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Virgil took a deep breath, adjusting his flannel shirt in the mirror. Today was the day: Christmas Eve, and he was meeting his boyfriend’s parents.

Virgil knew there was no reason for him to be nervous. When planning for the day, Logan had frequently reassured Virgil that his parents were kind and warm-hearted people, and they truly were according to Remus and Roman. The two twins had worked with Logan on a science project once and, having gone around Logan’s to complete it, knew Logan’s dads well.

Virgil went to his dresser, checking his reflection in the mirror, before reaching for his make up. After putting on foundation, he reached for his black eyeshadow, only to pause. Would black make him seem too angsty and edgy? He didn’t want Logan’s dads to think he was some evil bad boy - what if they thought Logan could do better and convinced him to break up with him? Maybe he should go for his purple eyeshadow… But what if they thought the bright glitter was too much? Maybe he should just not wear anything. But his face looked so bare without it!

He groaned, holding his head in his hands, before reaching out. If he grabbed the black eyeshadow, he'd use black, if he grabbed the purple eyeshadow, he’d use purple, and if he missed both, he wouldn’t wear any.

He felt something in his hand and opened his eyes. Purple it was.

When he finished applying it, he pulled on his hoodie, before heading to the door of his room. He gently pressed his ear to the door.

Things were quiet. Goo-

SLAM!

Never mind. He stood corrected. He stayed listening, trying to work out where in the house his parents were going as he heard their voices yelling.

“I can’t believe you!”

“It was nothing-”

“Nothing?! NOTHING?! Thomas, I told you one thing, one rule! And you fucking broke it!”

“Nico and I are just friends, we ran into each other in the food court, we were just talking. I don’t see what’s-”

“Just friends?! That’s not what it looked like! And by talking, I know you mean flirting, you fucking slut!”

Virgil winced as he heard the sound of a sharp slap. Maybe he shouldn’t leave. It would be safer to keep his door shut and not risk passing his parents. He’d text Logan, telling him plans were called off and apologising. Then, he’d curl up in bed and hope his dad was okay, and that his mom wouldn’t come and take his wrath out on him instead.

And that’s when there was a vibration in his pocket from his phone.

Logan: Dad wants to know what your favourite cookies are - I’m assuming he’s planning on baking some. I’m warning you in advance, he is very excited about tonight

And then another message came through.

Logan: Though I must admit, I am too. 💙

Virgil couldn’t help but smile a little. Okay, he’d risk it. He’d have to be quiet, but he’d sneak out and would make sure he got to Logan’s right on time.

He responded to the message and then pocketed his phone, before slowly pushing his door open. He tiptoed down the hall and then down the stairs, making sure to avoid all of the squeaky floorboards and steps. Then he tiptoed towards the front door. As he went, he passed the kitchen and couldn’t help but peek through the doorway. His mom was still screaming as his dad, who was nursing a red bruise on his face. He held his breath, quietly tiptoeing past, and heading to the front door. He opened it as quietly as possible, stepping outside, before closing it equally silently. He paused for a moment, and then quickly hurried off.

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Knock knock!

Logan looked up from his book at the noise, before hurriedly placing his bookmark in and putting the book on his bedside table. He got up from his bed, before running downstairs, where he caught his dad just about to open the door. “Dad, wait!”

Patton turned around. “What is it, kiddo?”

“I… It’s just… I don’t want you to come on too strongly. No offence, Dad, but you are… a lot. And I don’t want Virgil to feel overwhelmed straight away. So, maybe just head back to the kitchen for now, and I’ll bring Virgil in to meet you and Pa, okay?”

“Okay, okay, kiddo. But don’t leave me waiting too long,” Patton said as he began heading back to the kitchen. “You know how excited I’ve been to meet him!”

“I know, Dad.” Logan nodded. He turned back to the door when Patton was gone, opening it. “Hey, Verge.”

“Hi, Lo… I’m not too late, am I?”

Logan chuckled. “You’re early, actually.” He stood up on his tiptoes, pecking his lips to Virgil’s. “Come on, you can dump your stuff in my room, and then I’ll introduce you to my dads.” He took Virgil’s arm and gently pulled him along, heading upstairs.

When they stepped into Logan’s room, Virgil found it to be almost exactly how he’d imagined Logan’s room to be. There were glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling, arranged to form constellations. He had a bookshelf against one wall that was crammed with books - too many to fit properly on there. He had a desk, his laptop resting on it along with a bunch of papers strewn around and quite a few empty jam jars. A telescope was set up by his window. The sheets of his bed had a pattern of planets and stars.

Logan sat down on his bed. “You can put your bag down anywhere. By the way, if you want to wait a bit to meet my parents, I don’t mind. You can take as long as you need.”

Virgil smiled, dropping his backpack on the floor after getting something out. “Thanks. I think I wanna just spend some time with you for a bit.” He sat down beside Logan, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy before pulling him onto his lap. “Hey, Lo?”

“Yeah?”

“Merry Christmas.” Virgil handed a present he had gotten out of his bag to Logan.

Logan smiled, before reaching over to his bedside. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a wrapped gift as well. “Merry Christmas to you too.” He handed it to Virgil. “You go first.”

Virgil pulled open the wrapping, chuckling as he saw what was inside. “Oh my gosh, I love it…” It was a plush spider with cute little fangs, and purple patches that matched his hoodie all over it.

“I made it myself. Well, with some help from Roman and Remus as well,” Logan explained. “They’re much better at arts and crafts than I am. Though Remus did almost stab himself in the finger with the sewing machine…”

Virgil pecked a kiss to his cheek. “It’s perfect. Thanks, L. Now go on, open yours. I’m sorry if it isn’t as cool as what you got me…”

Logan rolled his eyes, tearing the paper. “Virgil, I’m sure, whatever it is, it’ll be perfect.” He pulled the last of the paper away, eyes lighting up as he held up a soft blue turtleneck sweater. “I love it! Thank you so much, Verge.” He pulled the sweater on. “How does it look?”

“Perfect.” Virgil hugged Logan close, smiling. “So soft… I love how you act so stoic and smart in front of everyone, but you turn into a cute little soft teddy bear when it’s just the two of us.”

Logan’s face burned a little. “Oh, hush…”

Virgil pressed a small kiss to his neck. “Love you.”

“... I love you too.”

They stayed there together, cuddled close. Virgil’s hand slipped under Logan’s sweater at one point, tracing the stretch marks on the other’s stomach, and Logan nuzzled gently into him in response. Unfortunately, however, the moment was ruined by Virgil’s phone blaring his ringtone - I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance. Virgil pulled his phone from his pocket.

“What is it?” Logan asked.

“My dad…” Virgil frowned at his phone. He didn’t want to get involved if his parents were still arguing… His mom might be even angrier if she’d found out he’d sneakily left. He declined the call. “It’s probably nothing.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You just hung up? My dad would freak out if I declined a call from him. He’d get scared I’d been kidnapped or something.”

Virgil shrugged. “Eh, it’s fine. It’s probably nothing. Anyway, I don’t want our time together interrupted.”

Logan flushed. “Sap.”

“You love it…” Virgil grinned, pinching his boyfriend’s cheek lightly, causing Logan to gently shove his arm.

“Me being chubby does not entitle you to be able to do that kind of stuff.”

“Hm… I think you’ll find that’s exactly what it means.”

Before Logan could react, Virgil’s hands slipped back under his shirt, pinching his love handles. Logan let out a small squeal, erupting into giggles. “Virgil!! Stop!”

Virgil grinned. “Ticklish, huh?” He continued tickling Logan’s sides, the other quickly going red in the face as he collapsed back on his bed.

“Virgil! Stop!”

“But your giggle’s so cute… I rarely get to hear it. Let me have this? Please?”

Logan frowned. “‘M not cute…”

“Sure you’re not.” Virgil leaned over and pecked his lips. “Definitely not the cutest guy I’ve ever seen.”

Logan raised an eyebrow as his face burned even redder. “Is your goal for today just to fluster me as much as you can?”

Virgil shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t until you said that. Now, maybe it is.” He ran a hand through Logan’s hair.

“You have to be careful, Virge. If you make me look all flustered and unruly, my dads will get the wrong idea when we go down and meet them.”

“... Good point.”

Logan chuckled as Virgil leant back, and he sat up. “So, do you want to go down and see them now? My dad will probably combust if I have to keep him waiting much longer.”

“... Sure.” Virgil paused. “You won’t leave me alone with them at any point, right? Nothing against your dads, but I just-”

“It’s okay, I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“Good…”

Virgil stood up, before offering Logan his hands, pulling him to his feet. The two left the room, starting to head to the kitchen.

“By the way, you know how your dad asked what cookies are my favourite?”

“Yeah. He wouldn’t trust me when I told him chocolate chip, and insisted I ask you to be sure and show him your response.”

“Well, you might be happy he didn’t trust you.” Virgil smiled. “I lied and said my favourite was Crofters cookies, since I know you love them. Surprise.”

Logan smiled back. “You didn’t have to do that…”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

The two arrived at the kitchen. Logan took Virgil’s hand, squeezing it comfortingly as he led him inside.

And there Logan’s parents were. One of them was standing at the kitchen counter, humming to himself happily as he made the cookies. He had ginger hair, freckles across his face, and was wearing a light blue polo shirt, khakis, round glasses, and had a grey cardigan tied over his shoulders. Sitting at the table, Logan’s other father was drinking a cup of tea while reading a book about Immanuel Kant and his work in philosophy. He was wearing a yellow button-up t-shirt and black pants.

“Dad, Pa? This is Virgil. Virgil, meet my Dad, Patton, and my Pa, Janus.”

“Hi…” Virgil awkwardly waved. 

Janus gave him a gentle smile, nodding in welcome. “Hello, Virgil. I like the eyeshadow.”

Meanwhile, Patton eagerly turned to face Virgil. “Hey, kiddo! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Lo’s told us so much about you!”

“He has…?” Oh god, what kind of things has he said? What if Logan made him out to be really bad? What if he was about to be kicked out or, even worse, hurt-

No, Virgil, calm down. This is Logan, your boyfriend who loves you. He wouldn’t make you look bad. Not to mention, Patton looks excited to meet you, so it’s unlikely Logan has said anything that would make them hate you.

“Yep! He’s always talking about fun things you’ve done together, and things he loves about you. It’s so nice for him to have someone - he’s been a lot less closed off since you two started dating.”

“Dad…” Logan muttered, face burning red.

“Oh, it’s okay, you know I’m just teasing you. Anyway, you two came down just in time! The cookies are about to go in the oven and I was thinking, while they cook, we could play some board games. Just some nice family Christmas Eve fun!”

“Family?” Virgil could help but repeat that in disbelief.

“Yeah, kiddo. You’re part of the family now. So, any games you like in particular? We have Clue, Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble, Sorry, The Chameleon, Spyfall… and quite a few others! We always get at least one new one each Christmas, so we’ve gathered quite the collection.”

“I’ll show Virgil the shelf of games and we’ll pick one out together.” Logan took Virgil’s hand, before leading him from the room. He led him into the living room and to a bookshelf in there. He opened cupboards at the bottom, revealing board games stacked upon the shelves inside. “Take your pick. Personally, my favourites are Clue and any trivia games.”

“I, um… I don’t really know board games too well.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

Virgil shook his head. “My family aren’t exactly the, uh, sit and play and have family time kinda people… I only really know the games that the YouTubers I watch play. But I have a feeling your dads aren’t really the types to play Cards Against Humanity.”

Logan chuckled a little. “No, they are not. Well, maybe Pa would, but Dad, definitely not. But are there any games here you recognise from YouTube that you would like to play?”

“Um, I’ve seen people play Clue, the Chameleon and Spyfall, and they looked cool.”

Logan nodded, picking up the three games. As he did, Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, you really, like, see me as part of the family? I mean, your parents barely know me…”

“Of course.” Logan stood up straight, the games in his arms. He paused. “It doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”

“No! No, the opposite actually… It’s nice.”

Logan smiled. He gently pressed a kiss to Virgil’s cheek. “Let’s head back to the kitchen. Then we can set up the games, and I can wipe the floor with you all and win them all.”

Virgil smirked. “Oh, I’m not so sure about that, L. I’ve watched enough videos to know the strategies. You’re going down!”

“We’ll see about that.” Logan grinned, heading back to the kitchen. Virgil was about to follow when his phone rang yet again. He pulled it from his pocket, frowning at his mom’s name. “Sorry, Mom, I’m having a fun night. I’m not getting into a fight with you.” He declined the call, before putting his phone on silent. Then, he headed to the kitchen.

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Playing board games with Logan, Janus and Patton was so much fun! Virgil had honestly never felt so comfortable around a group of people.

They played the Chameleon first. Janus had little to no competition, winning every single time he was the Chameleon, no one suspecting him at all.

“How are you so good at this?” Virgil had asked.

“I’m a lawyer,” was Janus’ only response.

Then it was Clue. Logan had been the winner of this one. He had gone full Sherlock mode, using deductive reasoning to slowly whittle down the options until he had the murder, the weapon and the place. All three games of Clue they played, he had won.

“You’re so good at this,” Virgil had sighed, staring at him admiringly.

“Elementary, my dear Watson,” Logan had replied, before pecking a kiss to his cheek.

Then, finally, they played Spyfall. Somehow, he didn’t know how, Virgil was the winner of this game. He expected to be a terrible spy due to his very clear nervous fidgeting. However, he was able to blend in pretty well - mostly due to the fact he was equally fidgety when he wasn’t the spy, fearing that his answers weren’t as convincing as they should be. Therefore, no one could tell the difference in his body language between games.

The whole evening had just been so fun. Virgil didn’t want it to end. He got to spend time with the adorable and smart love of his life, and experience what it was like to have parents who actually loved each other through Janus and Patton. The two of them had such a pure, loving relationship with the quick hugs and kisses they shared as they passed each other.

As they’d been playing, the cookies were baked and then left to cool. Once the games were done, Patton placed the cookies on a plate and put them on the table.

“Dig in, kiddos!”

Logan didn’t hesitate to take one, and Virgil did the same just after. He took a bite and his eyes widened. “Whoa, these are really good.”

“Aw, thanks, kiddo! My very own recipe. Logan asked me to try making cookies with Crofters, and he was my taste tester as I tried different recipes.”

Virgil chuckled. “I’m not surprised with his sweet tooth.” He smiled down at Logan, who flushed a little.

And then Virgil felt his phone vibrate in his pocket yet again. It had done so a couple of times while they were playing, but now Virgil was getting sick of it. Why were his parents so desperate to drag him, their teenage son, into their bullshit?! What was he supposed to do about it?!

He pulled his phone from his pocket, going to turn it off. Only to pause. It wasn’t his dad’s number, or his mom’s. It was an unknown number. Usually, he declined unknown numbers. Talking to people he knew on the phone was scary enough. Strangers? No way in hell. But… something about this felt different. Weird.

He gave Logan, Patton and Janus a look that said “excuse me for a moment”, before standing up. He pressed a quick kiss to Logan’s head, before heading out to the hallway.

Once he was gone, Logan turned to his parents. “So… what do you think?”

“Oh, kiddo, I’m so happy for you!” Patton smiled. “He’s such a sweet boy.”

Janus nodded. “And anyway, it doesn’t matter what us two think of him. The two of you seem very happy, and you clearly love each other very much. And that’s all that matters.”

Logan smiled. He got to his feet, walking around the table, before hugging both Patton and Janus close. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank us, Lo.” Janus reassured as the two fathers hugged their son in return.

As they were hugging, Virgil came back in. He was as pale as a sheet.

“Verge?” Logan pulled away from his fathers, frowning. He went up to his boyfriend, who was trembling in the doorway. “Are you alright?”

Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat, looking between the three faces staring at him, concerned. 

“My dad’s in the hospital and my mom’s been arrested.”

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Essays in Existentialism: Atlantis 6

Previously on Atlantis

The moment she woke, Clarke kept her eyes closed and just listened, realizing that things were not what she’d expected. She felt the familiar weight of her blankets, and she smelled the smell of her parent’s house, the smell as old as time, that she often never noticed, but after being removed for so long, inhaled greedily as she dug her face in her pillow. 

There were noises downstairs that finally registered before she opened her eyes, held her breath, and hid in the pillows. She heard some clamor of her parents making breakfast, coffee steam sifting up through the vents. She heard the squeak and chatter of some birds in the trees outside her window. For a moment, Clarke pretended that she was miles underwater, and there might be a beautiful girl awkwardly standing outside her door. 

But there wasn’t, and there wouldn’t be. Clarke rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling before digging the heel of her hands into her eyes and sighing. A day ago, she was in a beautiful palace, and now she was back at her parent’s house, without a job, without a career, without a mentor, without any idea of what was to come forward. 

Her body was completely healed, a feat that was mind-blowing considering her wounds and condition after the explosion and being stranded at sea. But now, when it was quiet, and she was safe in the familiar, Clarke realized the massive grief heaped upon her, that surviving came at a cost. 

When it got to be too much, when she cried silent tears that covered her face and left her chest fluttering and aching, Clarke wiped her face and took a few deep breaths, hoping to find some sort of center amidst the flood of absolute pain that washed over her entire body. She wanted to take another sleeping pill and pass out until her heart didn’t hurt anymore, but that seemed unwise. 

As soon as she made it down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, Clarke realized she’d made a horrible mistake and should have stayed in bed. 

“Clarke! Oh my God!”

“We were--”

“I’m so glad you’re--”

“You look!”

The chorus of voices erupted and she took a step back, confused and overwhelmed by the outpouring of her closest friends as they began to circle and reach out and smother. 

“Okay, okay, back up everyone,” Abby jumped in carefully, keeping the horde from her terror-stricken daughter. “Give her a moment to breathe. I’m sure she’s not used to being around people, they had her in isolation due to exposure during the explosion.”

“But luckily, she didn’t come in contact with any of the pathogens she was studying,” Jake smiled graciously behind the island as he added more pancakes to the pile forming on the large breakfast display. “Better safe than sorry though.” 

“You should have seen your mom. I think she nearly got arrested for trying to break into a government installation,” Raven offered with a smile as Abby hit her shoulder. 

“Come sit,” Octavia hurried, clearing more of a path. “You must be hungry.” 

“Not really,” Clarke smiled softly and took the seat anyway. 

The friends shared a look as Clarke sat there and looked at the display of everyone trying to be normal. Abby hovered, rubbing her daughter’s back, soothing away the worries that remained. No one knew about the ten minutes ago, where she broke down and clawed at her chest in her bed. No one. 

“Your appetite will come back,” her mother promised. “Let me make you a little plate. Everyone can dig in. Your friends have been anxiously waiting to see you.” 

The general hubbub of people moving about the kitchen really only settled well after Clarke had a plate set in front of her. She ate a blueberry and nodded, smiling at her mother to tell her not to worry. It felt like before, like how it always was, since middle school, the whole gang fighting over this and that, piling over each other to eat. Even when college and life took them different ways, they were never far off. There was something grounding in it, just like her sheets, just like the noises of the morning. 

“So what happened, Clarke? We only heard bits and pieces on the news,” Raven explained between mouthfuls of Jake’s famous pancakes. “They kept repeating the same things, over and over again.” 

“What did they say?” 

Clarke already knew the story. She’d been held in a government facility for six hours and briefed on how to behave and what to say. She had a business card with FBI on it and Agent Barne’s number hidden in her sock drawer. 

“Just that a bad storm led to the ship sinking. I can’t imagine how bad it must have been,” Octavia shook her head. “At first they said no survivors. We all thought you were dead for seventeen hours.” 

“I’m… I’m…” Clarke furrowed and shook her head, looking guiltily at her food, afraid to meet their eyes. “I’m so sorry.” 

“But you’re not,” Bellamy interrupted. “And you don’t have to talk about what happened.” 

A pointed look was exchanged between him and the rest, warning them to behave and not push. 

“There isn’t much to tell,” she shrugged, perking up a bit and deciding to pick up her fork. “The storm was bad, and then I woke up in a government hospital. I wish there was a better story. I was checking weather reports in the navigation center, and I think we hit a wave or gust and I must have hit my head and blacked out.” 

“It’s not every day that a concussion is a blessing,” Jake offered, finally taking his seat with the rest. “But it must have saved you.” 

“A blessing,” Clarke repeated, contemplating the word for a moment before taking a big bite of breakfast. “Like these pancakes. I feel better already.” 

The group chuckled and refused to talk about the accident again, while Clarke ate and smiled until she couldn’t any longer. She explained that she was still a little drowsy, and wanted to lay down. Every person promised to be back and see her again, demanding that she call if she needed anything at all. With grateful and long and tight hugs, her lifelong friends filed out as Clarke slipped upstairs. 

It truly was exhausting, to finally think about it, to remember the storm and her colleagues and all of the people who died. The numbness-- that was the true blessing of Atlantis. There wasn’t time to grieve when her body was overloaded with stimuli, unlike now, where everything was mundane and allowed her to think. 

Clarke slipped into her childhood bed again, and she pulled the blanket over her head, rolling into herself tightly before drifting off to an uneasy sleep. 

XXXXXXXXXX

For about a full week, Clarke existed in a fairly mundane routine of recover that all at once suited her and drove her nuts. Simultaneously, she felt prepared to do something-- anything-- and yet, could not imagine doing anything other than nothing. Her body and mind and soul needed time to come back, and she knew it. It didn’t make it any easier for her to stomach, but she begrudgingly listened. 

Every morning she got up and had a special breakfast her father made, even though her appetite was minimal and favored banalities. And then she would take a walk, sometimes with a friend, sometimes alone before coming home to shower and read or watch tv before a nap. Usually someone came by in the afternoon before dinner to occupy her, keep her busy, keep her doing something. Then came a family dinner, every night, her mother arriving right on time to join them. Dinner led to a movie, which then led to sleep. 

It was a safe and easy schedule in which she didn’t talk about anything with anyone. 

Until the arrival of the invitations for the funerals for the people finally confirmed dead after the concluded investigation into the crash and retrieval of bodies from the water, an initiative led by the Atlanteans as a gesture of good faith. 

Two weeks after her return, Clarke found her schedule consisting of funerals, nearly every day, each more difficult than the last, but as the final crewmember standing, as the only representative of her research team, she sat there at each and remembered with everyone else, commiserating in their grief. It helped and hurt, as any cathartic thing is meant to do. 

The third week she returned somewhat to her normal schedule with an intermittent funeral, the last residual ones ending quickly. 

A month after her return, Clarke felt marginally normal, except that she had no idea what the future held. 

It took five weeks for her to schedule an appointment with the university, despite her mother and father telling her she could take more time. 

Only after six weeks, did Clarke allow herself to really think about her time in Atlantis. Most of the time, she found herself daydreaming about Lexa in some form because it was one of the few thoughts that made her feel unburdened and less heavy in her chest. But, she actively kept herself from thinking too much, often shaking away the thoughts when her mind began to drift. 

After the nightly movie, and after she excused herself to sleep, Clarke sat at her desk and look at her laptop, knowing full well what was about to happen. She moved to lift the lid and then stopped, closing it and drumming her fingers along the top before looking over her shoulder at her closed door, straining her ears to hear anything. 

Though it was quiet, she hurried to place an old sweatshirt near the bottom of her door to block out any light, listening again, closer to the hall, at the familiar noises of her parents getting ready to go to sleep. 

Satisfied that no one would see her, Clarke ripped open her laptop, and quietly as she could type, logged in and began to type her query. 

L-E-X

Backspace.

A-L-E-X-A-N

Backspace.

P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S O-F A-T-L-A-N-T-I-S

Enter.

In the dark room, the glow of the screen colored her face, but she didn’t care. She bit her lip and looked at the photos first, and upon not finding many, looked through the first few search results. Little was known about Atlantis, let alone the heir to the throne, and any pictures that existed were not good. 

Mildly disappointed, Clarke slumped back in her chair and toyed with the scroll, debating what to do with no information and how deep, exactly, she was willing to dive into conspiracy theories and doctored photos. 

Backspace.

A-Q-U-A-G-I-R-L

Enter. 

Clarke paused only to look back at her door and close her laptop slightly, though not all the way, when she heard a sound in the hall. She held her breath and waited for her parents to go to bed before opening it fully again. 

There were more search results for that name, and Clarke mildly regretted it, because the images of Lexa, in a skin-tight suit, with a weapon, was a little disorienting. And then she stood beside her father, who was, even though it was an understatement, an actual mountain of a human. Lexa had his eyes, his chin, his grin, and goodness, did she have a similar fitness regime. 

Slowly making her way through the gallery, Clarke smiled to herself when she thought about Lexa, shy and with red-tipped ears, kind and gentle and soft to her for no reason at all. And then she looked at Lexa’s biceps. 

“Fuck,” Clarke sighed and shook her head. 

Backspace.

A-Q-U-A-G-I-R-L -B-I-C-E-P-S

Clarke hesitated before smiling to herself. 

Enter.

XXXXXXXXXX

The meeting at the university didn’t turn up much good news, as the semester was just ending and the summer was approaching. With an epic catastrophe to handle and fix, the powers behind all decisions, didn’t have any answers other than to enroll Clarke the following semester to finish her degree requirements. 

It was fair and just and gave Clarke time to recover and get back into thinking about existing again. Of course, Clarke found anything reasonable to be exhausting, in and of itself, and so she hated having to wait, hated losing her research, hated everything about everything that left her stuck. 

Three days later, however, she found herself back at the Spindrift, unsure of why she was there, and marvelling at how it operated when it was opened. People were buzzing about, familiar with their duties, as if it hadn’t opened merely two months prior. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Agent Barnes,” Clarke smiled, shaking the agents hand as she approached the waiting area. 

“Thanks for coming down.” 

“I don’t think I had a choice.” 

Clarke looked over her shoulder at the two men that picked her up for her ‘appointment.’ When she looked back, the agent was not amused. 

“You are being formally offered a position here, at the Spindrift.” 

“I might formally ask why?” she furrowed and looked at the blue folder that was handed to her, complete with the seal of Atlantis on it. “I’m still in my degree program for the Masters, and haven’t decided to complete the doctorate…. Is this salary serious?” 

“Government salaries are never a laughing matter.” 

“I could make three times this in the private sector.” 

“Yes,” the agent nodded. “And you would never work with any Atlantean healers or products ever again.” 

“Why me?” 

The agent opened another folder she was carrying. 

“You searched Atlantis comma Princess Lexa six times,” Barnes read from the folder, dragging her finger along the words there. “And Biceps comma Aquagirl, approximately a dozen.” 

The manilla folder shut quickly. 

“Per the queen herself, in conjunction with your university and the United States government, you are being offered a position at the Spindrift for research in intercontinental knowledge sharing.” 

Clarke furrowed and shook her head, not sure of what she was following entirely. There was certainly some mortification in there, she knew that, felt it eating her alive in front of the agent with an inability to change her inflection at all. 

“I find this idea the best case scenario, and you to be a complete risk to yourself and the sanctity of Atlantis,” the agent muttered, tossing the folder on the table. “Accept it so that I can watch you behave yourself and stop doing searches online of a reclusive and dangerous foreign entity that only you have visited.”

“You… you-- you hacked my computer?” 

“You are an intern and only living non-Atlantean who has been to Atlantis, of course your government is watching you.” 

“But why? I don’t know anything.” 

“You know enough.” 

“Who else has seen this?” Clarke blushed, though she attempted to hide it as best she could. There surely was no surviving this level of mortification. 

“No one.” 

“Was my offer made because of-- because I know--” she paused and took a breath. “Who did this?” 

“This offer was asked for by the Queen herself on behalf of one of her greatest medical researcher. Apparently you are the only person this researcher could tolerate.”

That feisty old broad, Clarke thought to herself as she shook her head. 

“How is… um, how-- How is the-- uh-- How is Aquaman? I heard about a battle before--”

“You have seventy-two hours to think about this. I will only ever communicate with you regarding official matters in this office, and anything relating to activities done by Atlantean royal family are unofficial until commented upon by official state representatives.” 

“You sound like a blast at parties.”

The agent didn’t move at all at the comment. 

“I’m sorry,” Clarke apologized. “That was rude. You are just so-- intense.” 

“I’ve worked fifteen years with the King to make this a reality. If I wasn’t intense, it would be for nothing.”

“Can I ask about, um, the Prin-- about Lexa?” 

“Officially, no.” 

“Unofficially?” 

“Unofficially, no.” 

“But you just set it up like you would say something unofficial.”

“I cannot control any inferences made.” 

With growing frustration, both at the agent and herself, Clarke pursed her lips and looked down at the seal on the folder. It was something, and some sort of direction in a time when she very badly needed it. 

“Unofficially,” the agent finally started, lowering her voice. “Just save the pictures. Why would you keep searching the same thing?” 

“After a brief, embarrassed pause, Clarke nodded and looked back at the agent. 

“I’ll look this over and get back to you. Unofficially or officially or whatever, thank the Queen, if you see her.” 

The agent nodded instead of arguing, nudging her head slightly so the agents would continue to escort the scientist back toward the entrance. 

XXXXXXXXXX

Three months after her shipwreck and rescue to an untouched land, hidden in the depths of the sea by a beautiful princess with a mythical bloodline and inheritance in the shape of a trident, Clarke sat at her desk in a very small cubicle, in a very small office, with six other research associates. 

It was a very tedious job for the first few weeks, and just on the horizon was the actual research that Clarke hoped would lead to figuring out what the healer did to heal her so quickly, and if she could figure out how to help other people. 

There was an element of escapism to worke each day, enough that Clarke found herself staying late to avoid her worried family’s glances and the mothering that all of her friends did. It was appreciated but also extremely stifling for someone who was stubborn and willingly admitted it. 

“You heading out soon?” Wells asked as he shouldered his bag and looked over the cubicle wall to see Clarke’s small desk, covered with pictures of Atlantean books. 

“Yeah, in a bit,” Clarke nodded, not looking up from the notebook she was writing something down quickly. 

“I could wait around and we could go grab dinner. There’s this great place in town. Only like fifteen minutes from the main gate.” 

“I’m not sure how long a bit is going to be. I want to finish looking at this property sheet before we get samples next week.” 

Kind and bright, Wells was a soft-spoken doctoral student with a knack for keeping an eye on Clarke without being overbearing. Always firmly pressed in his khakis and tucked primly with his button downs, he hid behind thick-rimmed glasses, but ran marathons. He wasn’t overwhelming in the eye he kept on his co-worked. Sometimes, Clarke thought he might even fancy her a little bit.

When Wells didn’t say anything, Clarke looked up and offered a smile as he debated the next step for the evening. 

“Get out of here,” Clarke told him. “I won’t be too much longer, and some quiet will help me.” 

“If you’re sure.” 

“I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“Have a good weekend.” 

Clarke watched him nod and returned to her work, doing her best to transcribe an ancient language with limited training and the most basic knowledge of what some of the ancient plants used. She felt like an archaeologist, investigating something she would never truly understand, and yet she’d been there. She’d heard the words spoken. 

The ‘little bit’ she mentioned gradually turned into a while, and the evening settled outside on the water, calming it until the waves were nearly non-existent. There was still a fading light outside when Clarke closed her notebook and shut her laptop for the evening, and it only truly disappeared after she shouldered her bag and shoved in a few folders to work on over the weekend. 

With a final look around the office, Clarke nodded and made her way to the door, preparing for two long days of her parents making sure she was alright. She needed her own place, and enough space to stop thinking about--

“Lexa?” 

The same smile, the same caught look in her eyes, the same stance, the same eyes-- the entire package looked back at Clarke expectantly. Gone were the formal Atlantean clothes, and in their place was simple jeans and an old sailor’s sweater, a shoulder lovingly patched by expert hands. Gone were the intricate braids and armor, and instead a wild mane perched itself atop Lexa’s head, blown about by the wind and her hands in equal measure. 

“You’re here late.” 

“You’re here.” 

“You said you’d be close.” 

Without meaning to, Clarke took a step forward before catching herself. Lexa tucked her arms behind her back, ever vigilant to remain proper and royal. 

“Have you eaten?” Clarke finally broke the quiet. 

“You were my first stop after my grandfather’s. I don’t know my way around land that well.” 

“I’m honored.” 

“Care to show me around?” 

The question came with a grin, and Lexa extended her elbow willingly, waiting for Clarke to take it again as she hadn in the Hanging Gardens. That was all she needed, to remember that it hadn’t been a dream, that three days, three months ago happened. 

There really wasn’t a question to it at all. 

Clarke nodded, smiled, and took the arm offered to her, and whatever else would come attached.

NEXT

[kristinee]

Princess

Pairing: Topper Thornton x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Road Head (this is dangerous, please be safe), Unprotected Sex (stay protected or you’ll get infected, Y/N is on birth control yktv), Topper calls you Princess constantly, Praise, I know it’s smut but like, its cute

Word Count: 1.7K

Request: “can you write an imagine with topper where you guys become like the kook prince and princess and you guys go to midsummers and it gets heated😏 and then he takes you home to finish what he started so basically smut with topper loll”

A/N: I know Topper had such bad tendencies but I kinda fell in love with him. He’s such a cutie and I feel he really sacrificed himself in the end because he loved Sarah so much he wanted to truly see her be happy even if it meant being with someone else. Anyway enough with the fluffy Topper stuff. I didn’t edit this or read it over cause I was rushing slightly. This is my first smut so enjoy.

It was your favorite day of the year, Midsummers. A day where you could dress up and be around your people, the kooks that is. It was even better this year though because you finally had a boyfriend to escort you which was always something you had wanted since you were a little girl, seeing these beautiful girls walk around like princesses. It was all you wanted and you hoped this would be your year now that you qualified to be in the running for Kook royalty. This year you were nominated alongside your boyfriend Topper, you had promised him an extra special surprise, win or lose. With those ideas pumping you took a while on deciding which dress suited you best. You decided on a beautiful silk dress that hugged all your curves and even had a leg slit, enough modesty for your family but enough exposure to prepare Top for a night of teasing. With your dress fitted, heels on and makeup done it was time to go so your family drove up and immediately went about their business but you met Topper in the lobby, his suit was color coordinated to match your dress and you couldn’t help but smile at the little things he did to make you happy. “Is that my girl?” he whistled as he saw you walk in. “Give me a little twirl” You laughed at the comment but did it anyways, twirling into his arms. 

Everyone had always told you not to get with him, that he had dated Sarah Cameron and you’d never be what she was but he quickly debunked those rumors. You guys were perfect for each other and as soon as he and Sarah split he became such a sensitive, considerate guy and you couldn’t be more thankful that he was no longer the asshole everyone knew him as. Topper Thornton.

By the time you finished in the lobby, it was time to hear Kook Royalty results. You were up against some of your friends and you didn’t want to sound stuck up but you and Top were the best couple there, or well, the least fake. These girls were in it for the money and the idea of being seen with some preppy athletic idiot or the guys being seen with some barbie doll. It was nice knowing you’d never have to worry about being that stupid. You were literally shaken out of your thoughts when you felt Topper���s hand on your shoulders. “Y/N we won. Hello?” You blinked a few times, looking at the huge smile on his face. Even if you had just thought about all the good things you remembered most of all how arrogant he was. You were in for a night of him showing off his Princess which meant he was in for something even more annoying.

The party went off great and it had probably been the best Midsummer’s so far and by this time the dance floor was full of teens while the adults were upstairs in the country club to get away from the noise and you could finally be a little more touchy with Topper without worrying about your dad giving him a death stare. An upbeat song came on and the timing couldn’t have been better as you pulled Top in close behind you, pressing him up to your backside. You felt his hot breath down your neck as he exhaled and placed his hands on your hips. The rhythmic swaying and little bit of alcohol you snuck fueled something fierce inside you and it was only a matter of time before you proposed a genius idea. “Hey babe.” his swaying stopped. “What’s up, are you good?” 

“Yeah yeah I’m fine, I was just thinking. What if I told my parents I was sleeping over at Becca’s house and you just take me to yours since I know your parents like to get drunk and stay at that fancy hotel down the way.” You didn’t even need him to speak to get a reaction. His body did it for him as his dick hardened at the thought, he knew what you were after. “You know..” his mouth came closer to your ear. “I think that would be fantastic Princess.” Just the name was already causing a heat between your thighs. “Okay, I’m gonna go let them know. Meet me at your car.” As you walked away you felt his eyes on you. He was ready to take you right there.

After explaining the plan to your drunken parents you headed straight for Top’s car. It was easy to spot in a crowd mostly because of how nice it was, being new and all. If he didn’t care so much about the leather seats and the suede lining you would’ve fucked him there but that made the drive all the more fun. It was only a few minutes in until his hand found it’s way to your thigh and you found yours on his. You couldn’t deny that you were beginning to get needy but it was starting to become overwhelming. He had been focused on his driving the whole time so you were waiting for a good window to open up so you could flirt a little and get him riled up but as soon as the window opened, it was slammed shut with a call from Rafe. “Hey dude what’s up, I’m just on my way home right now.” The frustration was getting to you so you decided you’d show Topper just how frustrated you were. Your hand was still resting on his leg until you decided it was time to move as you slowly began to rub his thigh in circles, moving inside his thigh, just slightly brushing his cock with the edge of your hand. His eyes shot toward you and you innocently smiled continuing the slight motion. “Uh yeah I’m still here, say that one more time.” With the plan in action, you moved up your hand, now rubbing his cock. He was already fully hard as you heard a little groan slip through his lips. “Oh yeah I’m good, my head’s just hurting real bad. Those shots did me in. I’m down the street from my house though.” You weren’t. “So I’ll talk to you tomorrow, see ya” You bent over the gearshift, shifted yourself to get comfortable as you planted a kiss on his cheek while undoing his belt. It was risky to do while he was on the road but there was no traffic this time of night and Topper was one for risk. “Are you okay with this babe?” you sat back on your feet before going down again. His hand caressing your cheek before gathering your hair in his hand and pulling you in for a kiss. You’d take that as a yes. His belt had already been undone so you pulled down his zipper. You pulled down his boxers and his slacks in one go. You took a second to just admire it before spitting on your hand and wrapping it around his cock, pumping it up and down. “Mmm, that feels so good.” You began to swirl the tip with your tongue before he hand bobbed your head up and down. “That’s it baby, we’re almost home.” You moaned just enough to get a reaction out him as he groaned once again, stopping the car in his empty driveway. You slid your mouth off his cock, wiping the spit from the ends of your mouth and pulling up his pants. You got out of the car and headed for the door. You’d never seen someone unlock a door so fast. You both threw down any extra belongings you had by the door and ran upstairs to his room. It was a beautiful place and his room was no exception. He had a massive bed with an ocean view terrace. You guys had definitely fucked there a few times.

The door closed behind both of you as you pushed Topper back on the bed. “Let me take off my dress, I paid too much to get cum stains on it.” You both laughed before you stripped it down along with your heels. He stripped too, all but his boxers “I’m so glad I get to call this mine.” Top sat up, wrapping his hands around your waist and bringing you down on top of him. You straddled his waist as you planted hot kisses on his neck down to his abs. You stopped right above his underwear. “I think I need to finish what I started.” You pulled his boxers down yet again, continuing the process until Top’s grip on your hair pulled you up off of him and up to his face. You could feel his heart beating with the closeness as your lips connected in a passionate kiss. You stopped for a moment of silence, only filled by heavy breathing. “I..fucking...love you.” the phrase that fell from his mouth ignited many things inside you. Your hips pressed together, preparing for the moments to come. “I love you too baby, let me show you just how much.” Your hand moved down your own chest to your heat. Moving to grab his cock as you positioned it below your entrance. You slowly lowered down, adjusting to his size. “Fuck” You’d done this a few times before but it felt new each and every time. Topper set his hands on your hips and began to help you move up and down. The sounds of skin coming together and moans and groans were beginning to fill the room. Your hands exploring each other's bodies. 

He soon flipped you over so he was on top. His eyes looking down all over your body “Tell me what you want Y/N.” “Please just fuck me.” His eyes lit up as he positioned himself back inside you moving even harder and faster than before. “You make me feel so good baby” You felt yourself on edge. “I’m so close,” you were breathing harder than before and everything just felt so hot and heavy “Me too, cum with me.” Your breath synced as you both reached your high. He pulled himself and laid there with you, arms wrapped around each other “Love you Princess” “Love you too Top.” The hug tightened and you two stayed there until you fell asleep.

[artificialqueens]

White Noise (What an Awful Sound) Ch.2 (Crystal/Gigi) - Meta

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter! I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it. Please leave any feedback/opinions/suggests you have, I love reading what people think about my work! :)

“Gigi, breakfast is ready!” The sound of her mother’s voice woke Gigi up. She rolled over to check the time on her phone, 9 am. Ugh, who the hell wakes up this early on a Sunday? Her parents must really be laying into the new “suburban” lifestyle. Breakfast together early every morning, family dinners. Oh maybe they’ll even have movie night! Gigi ignored all the texts she’d received from her friends back home while she was asleep, rolling herself out of bed and walking to the bathroom. She rummaged around in the box labeled “Gigi’s Toiletries” in her mom’s beautiful cursive. Pulling out her face wash and moisturizer before turning to the sink where her toothbrush rested from the night before.

Once back in her room Gigi picked out an outfit for the day. Scanning through the clothes she’d already put away in her closet, she decided on a long, pale green skirt that had a small slit revealing some of her left leg and just a cropped white shirt. Gigi gave herself a quick once over before rushing downstairs.

“My god, would you look at that. Sleeping Beauty has finally joined the rest of the living.” Gigi’s dad said. He was sitting at their dining table sipping coffee out of a mug and scrolling on his phone. Gigi was willing to bet all of her savings he was looking at Facebook. These damn 40’s somethings, always on their goddamn phones. Just shameful.

“There’s so evidence to prove I’m not sleep walking right now.’’ She said, taking a seat next to her father.

“You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and got dressed.” Gigi’s mother replied, poking her head out of the kitchen.

“Right…so what’s for breakfast?” She eyed her father’s plate but he had already eaten what was on it.

“Cereal for you since you decided to take so long.”

“Paul stop it,” Her mom hit his arm playfully before putting a plate of waffles in front of Gigi, “apparently, your father’s version of unpacking the kitchen is only taking out the waffle iron.”

“Hate to say it but I’m not surprised.” Gigi said.

“I am shocked and appalled by how little you two think of me, really. Just wow.” He replied, feigning hurt. Gigi’s dad stood from the table, taking his plate into the kitchen and placing it in the sink. He whispered a small ‘thank you’ before pulling Gigi’s mom in for a kiss. The teen just ignored her parents, public displays of affection were normal in their house. Gigi had a theory that her father was so affectionate to make up for how much time he spent at work back in LA, always hugging, kissing, or holding her mother’s hand just to let her know he’s still there.

“Anyway, Gigi honey, your father and I need to go to the store and get some things for the house. Do you want to come with us?” Gigi just shook her head, she could use this time to unpack her room some more. “Okay, well we should be home before 4. Please don’t forget, we’re going over to have dinner with the Methyd’s at 5.”

“I will be ready, promise.”

Her parents made their way out the front door, her mom yelling something about wearing a jacket if she left the house. Please, like Gigi was gonna leave the house. Where would she go? To hang out with all her friends here in Missouri? No Gigi was going to go back upstairs and unpack her room. She hated living out of boxes, even if it had only been a day. Back home she waited until the very last second to pack up all her things. Nicky, her best friend, had told her to ‘stop stalling and pack your shit already’ to which Gigi argued that she hadn’t been. Now she was willing to admit Nicky had been right. Just because she refused to throw some random crap she’d had all her life into a box didn’t change the fact that the ‘For Sale’ sign outside her house was real. But now Gigi was ready to settle into her new room.

About an hour later Gigi had made good progress on her room. She’d just finished organizing her books when she heard a crash followed by a lot of expletives that she was glad her parents weren’t around to hear. Gigi walked over to her window, trying to see what was going on. She chuckled to herself as she watched Crystal struggle with an easel on her porch. “Oh my god she’s losing a fight to a fucking easel.” Gigi said, slipping on a pair of white sandals before running downstairs and out the front door. She made her away across the street, still smiling at the sight.

“Want some help?” She asked, finally reaching the other girl.

“Jesus, fuck. You were not supposed to see this.” Crystal laughed. She ran a hand through her curls before looking up at Gigi, a fake pout painted across her face. She is way too adorable for her own good, holy shit.

“Well, too bad.” Gigi said. She bent over and started picking all the art supplies that, she guessed, had been knocked over during the struggle.

“I can’t get it to stand up. I don’t know what’s wrong, it was fine up in my room.” Crystal sighed, giving up and letting it drop to the floor. Gigi nodded.

“Okay, well how many times did you let it do that?” She joked.

“I-I may have dropped it three times while dragging it down the stairs, yeah.”

“I think I may know what your problem is.” She said.

“Wow, you know I am so glad Missouri has someone of your intelligence level living in it now. If it wasn’t for you I would still be fighting for my life against that thing.” Crystal pointed in disgust towards where the easel lay on the porch. Gigi just laughed in response. A silence fell over the girls. To Gigi’s surprise, for one of the only few times in her life, it wasn’t an awkward silence. Crystal wasn’t expecting a response from her, instead she turned her attention to focus on organizing her paints.

“Uh, okay, I, um, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out today?” Gigi shifted in her spot, running a hand awkwardly through her hair. Crystal raised her eyebrows and smiled.

“Actually, I’m just not entirely sure I can handle a full day with you,” Crystal said. Gigi’s eyebrows furrowed, “I mean you just have such an overpowering personality.”

“Right, yeah, I’ve heard that about myself many times.” Gigi nodded in relief.  Just as she finished talking Crystal phone vibrated, she pulled it out of her back pocket to check the notification.

“Well Ms. Gigi Goode, you’re in luck. My friend Lux just asked me to go thrifting with her. Wanna come?” Crystal stood up and walked closer to Gigi. She bit her lip while waiting for the brunette’s response.

“Oh um, yeah sure. I’d love to.” Gigi said. In that moment she was positive she would’ve said yes no matter what Crystal invited her to.

Crystal ran inside to grab the keys to her car and say bye to her mom before dashing back to Gigi and grabbing her hand, “Okay let’s go.” She pulled Gigi toward her car, her skin burning where they’d made contact. Crystal’s car was very old and a horrendous mustard color but she loved it because it got her away from her parents. She was the only one in her friend group with a car, which meant all her friends loved it too. Gigi had to admit, Crystal was not a very good driver. She was always just a little bit too far over the speed limit for comfort and drove with her left leg up on the seat. They drove in silence, well Gigi was silent. Crystal couldn’t help but sing along to every song that came on as they made their way in town to the thrift store. Crystal’s taste in music was definitely different from Gigi’s, playing songs from King Princess, Cage the Elephant, and Hozier, whereas Gigi was more of a pop girl. She basically played Dua Lipa on repeat 24/7. Sitting so close to Crystal while Cherry Wine played throughout the car made Gigi feel overwhelmed, she tried to slow her breath as she stared down at where their hands both rested on the console. She resisted the urge to intertwine their fingers together, missing the feeling from earlier. She studied the other girl’s fingers, the way they dance ever so slightly to the music, the chipped purple nail polish she wore. She had rings on almost all of her fingers.

“You okay?” Crystal asked, glancing at Gigi out of the corner of her eye. She looked like she was going to be sick. But as soon as Crystal spoke Gigi snapped out of it, smiling and peeling her eyes away from their hands to look up at Crystal.

“Yeah, just uh- never mind.” Gigi stopped herself from saying something stupid. She felt foolish, she hadn’t even known this girl for 24 hours and she already had the urge to profess her love to her. She didn’t even know if Crystal was gay. Well, actually that’s not true, she listened to King Princess and Lana Del Rey. The girl was definitely some flavor of gay. Plus nobody that dressed like that was straight.

“What? No, tell me!” Crystal pouted.

“It’s nothing. Just your music makes me feel like I’m in a coming-of-age movie or something.” Gigi said. She tried to fight off the blush creeping across her cheeks. Crystal just laughed, making Gigi regret she said it.

“I like to listen to this kind of music when alone or like painting. It makes me feel calm and inspired. Or like I’m gonna be the next great sapphic artist,” Well, shit, there it was. The confirmation Gigi needed to insure her gaydar wasn’t completely broken. She swallowed hard, not wanting to show any reaction. “I just need to find my muse.” Now it was Crystal who was stealing glances at their hands, moving her hand just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from Gigi’s. Missing that same heat when she reluctantly pulled her hand away so she could pull into a parking spot.

The girls made their way into the small shop that was filled with very loud clothes. The way Crystal dressed suddenly all made sense. There were only three other people in the shop, they were all standing together loudly talking about how horrendous the huge bubble gum pink dress in front of them was.

“Oh thank fuck, finally. Crystal you have to try this on!” One of them said, grabbing the dress off the rack and running up to Crystal. She stopped and gave Gigi a confused, but welcoming look. The girl looked so much like a fairy, Gigi had to suppress the urge to ask her how Tinker Bell was.

“Hi, I’m Daya.” Another girl, the tallest in the group, came up to them and put her hand out for Gigi to shake.

“Gigi,” She said, taking her hand. Gigi couldn’t help but notice how pretty they all were. What the hell is in the Missouri water?

“That’s Lux,” Crystal said pointing to the small blonde who was being swallowed by all the fabric of the dress she was holding, “and that’s Daegan.” Crystal pointed to the girl who was standing next to Daya.

“I really like your hair.” Gigi said, looking at Daegan’s bright pink hair. She wished she could pull off a color like that but alas she was destined to have boring brown hair for the rest of her life.

“Oh, my god thank you.” Daegan said, “I like her, Crystal can we keep her?” She made puppy dog eyes toward the girl who just laughed.

“Excuse me, hello?!” Lux huffed from under the dress, “Can we get back to Crys trying this on please.” She whined.

“Holy shit, yeah babe you have to try it on.” Daya said pushing past Gigi and taking the dress from Lux. Gigi felt her heart drop into her stomach. Babe? Crystal had a girlfriend? Not just that but a fucking hot girlfriend? Ugh the homophobia of it all. Gigi just walked over to the nearest rack and started looking through all the clothes, trying to ignore the giggles coming from Crystal as Daya pushed her into a dressing room.

A few minutes later Crystal emerged from the dressing room, pulling the thick velvet curtain back dramatically. She walked confidently out into the middle of the store and spun around for all her friends to see.

“You’ve never looked better.” Daegan said as she pulled her phone out to take a video of Crystal dancing around like an idiot. Crystal curtsied and let out a ‘thank you’ in a horrible British accent.

“I think we found your prom dress!” Lux added jumping up and down like a little kid. Crystal made a disgusted face.

“I’m not going to prom, and even if I was, I would never wear a dress.” She put a finger in her mouth and pretended to throw up.

“Ugh not this again. Crystal Elizabeth Methyd you’re going to prom, you have to,” Daya crossed her arms and stared sternly at Crystal for a few seconds before giving up and turning to Gigi, “Tell her she has to go to prom.”

Gigi looked between the girls confused. What kind of power did they think she had over Crystal? They’d just met, you couldn’t even classify them as friends yet. Shouldn’t Daya be the one to convince Crystal, she’s the one that’s her girlfriend here not Gigi. “I-I’ve never been to prom before but I’m sure it’s really fun. My mom says everyone should go to at least one of their proms.”

Crystal rolled her eyes, “Your mom sounds like mine.” Why couldn’t her friends just leave it alone? She already told them a million times she wasn’t going, although the thought of seeing Gigi in a prom dress did intrigue her. Crystal turned around and walked back into the dressing room.

The girls stayed in the shop for a couple of hours, trying on ugly hats and way too big sunglasses, before Lux declared that they had to leave because she was hungry. Crystal bought three button up shirts, that Daegan said looked something her dad would wear, and a bright turquoise and pink windbreaker that Gigi’s mom definitely would have owned in the 90’s.

They all climbed into Crystal’s car, Daegan complaining that making her sit in the back was transphobia. Crystal just ignored her and opened the passenger door for Gigi. She felt awkward in the front, shouldn’t Daya be sitting here so they could hold hands or something? Gigi ignored her thoughts, enjoying the way Crystal’s perfume smelled.

Being in the car with Crystal’s friends was very different than being with just Crystal. Daegan immediately stole the AUX to play Megan Thee Stallion, Doja Cat, and Nicki Minaj while Lux complained that she wanted to listen to Grimes. Crystal just ignored them trying to focus on driving with all the yelling going on around her.

They had finally calmed down, Lux accepting that there was no chance in hell Daegan was changing the music for her, until the question of where to eat came up. Daya voted for Taco Bell while Daegan complained that they had Taco Bell last time. Lux suggested Chick Fil A before being shut down by Crystal, reminding her that they no longer supported the restaurant because of their anti-lgbtq beliefs. Lux rolled her eyes while Daegan joked that the only reason she ate there was because their hatred for her existence made it fun.

“What about pizza?” Gigi offered. Before anyone could protest Crystal said yes, giving everyone in the back seat a stern look. They all murmured reluctant okay’s before changing the subject to gossip about someone from school.

They finally pulled into a small pizza place with picnic tables scattered out front and a burnt out sign that read ‘The Big Slice’. Daya and Lux grabbed a picnic table while Crystal and Daegan went in to order, Gigi opted to stay outside and wait for them to come back.

It was kind of awkward without Crystal there and Gigi found herself racking her brain for something to say. The other girls hadn’t said anything since they sat down either, instead staring at their phones.

“Uh, so uh Daya how long have y-you and Crystal been dating?” Gigi asked, nervously looking between her and Lux.

Daya choked back a laugh, “What? Crys and I aren’t dating. Ew that would be like dating my sister.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I-I just heard you call her babe and assumed.” She couldn’t help but feel relieved, hoping her face didn’t show it. Lux busted out laughing at the idea of Crystal and Daya together and couldn’t stop.

“I call everyone babe, don’t worry.” Daya assured her. Gigi swallowed, oh god could she tell that Gigi liked Crystal. She thought she had been discreet when she looked at her but apparently not.

“Oh I’m no-” She started to protest.

“What’s so funny?” Daegen asked as she and Crystal made their way to the table. She sat in between Daya and Lux while Crystal planted herself right next to Gigi.

“S-she,” Lux tried to get out, pointing at Gigi, “she thought you two were dating.” Daegen joined in and after a couple of seconds Daya found herself laughing too. Gigi tried to laugh but it just came out as an awkward chuckle. The only one who wasn’t laughing was Crystal. She wore a horrified expression, her eyes bouncing between Gigi and Daya. “Why, why, uh um why would you think that?” Crystal’s eyebrows furrowed as she turned attention completely to Gigi. But she just shrugged and said it didn’t matter.

The conversation was forgotten as soon as the waitress brought out the pizza and everyone was too busy stuffing their faces to talk about how bad of a couple Crystal and Daya would make.

As time passed it became easier for Gigi to be around Crystal’s friends, she actually enjoyed how loud they all were. With everyone else fighting to talk over each other no one really noticed Gigi’s lack of input. Thank god, she used to hate how her friends back home would always try to pull her into the conversation. Why couldn’t they understand if she had something to say she would goddamn say it.

“Oh shit. It’s almost 4. My parents are gonna be home soon and I promised I would be there to get ready for tonight.” Gigi said looking down at her phone. She started to stand up from the table.

“Oh okay, I’ll uh drive you home.” Crystal said, standing up too.

“You don’t have to, I can just walk or uh call a lyft or something.” Gigi said, secretly hoping Crystal would insist.

“Excuse me, what about us?” Lux whined.

“Also what’s tonight?” Daya asked.

“Huh? Oh Gigi and her parents are coming over for dinner.” Crystal mumbled, knowing there was bound to be teasing from her friends. They all raised their eyebrows but before any of them could say anything inappropriate Crystal pushed Gigi toward her car. Crystal yelled at them to find their own way home.

“I hate you, bitch!” Daegen shouted at Crystal. She just put up her middle finger and held it up as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Don’t let her make you listen to One Direction Gigi!” Daya added before Gigi closed her door, unable to hear them anymore. She couldn’t help but laugh.

The drive was quiet, but this time it wasn’t a comfortable silence. Both of them wanting to say something but too afraid to say it. Crystal put on the same music from before, calm love songs that made Gigi feel like she never wanted them to stop driving.

“Why did you think I was dating Daya?” Crystal asked abruptly, pulling Gigi out of her daydream.

Gigi’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?” God why was she bringing this up again? Gigi never wanted to think about that again.

“C’mon I wanna know,” Crystal pouted, “please!” She begged, turning to look at Gigi.

“It’s nothing, I uh, heard her call you babe and I just assumed,” She shrugged trying to look anywhere but at Crystal.

Crystal didn’t respond, instead they just fell back into uncomfortable silence. Gigi tried to come up with something to say. God the one person she actually wanted to talk to and she couldn’t come up a single fucking thing to say.

“This doesn’t sound like One Direction.” Gigi said.

“Yeah I uh, I only bring that out with people I like,” Crystal shot her a devilish smile, “sorry.”

“You’re such an ass, oh my god.” Gigi laughed, hitting Crystal lightly on her shoulder. She watched as Crystal picked up her phone and unlocked it, quickly changing the song to ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ making Gigi laugh even more. “That’s more like it.”

Crystal finally pulled into her driveway, reluctantly putting the car in park. Gigi lingered in the passenger’s seat, not wanting to miss the heat from Crystal’s body. She slowly unbuckled her seat belt, grabbing the handle to the car door.

“So uh, I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” Crystal asked, unbuckling her own seat belt.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m looking forward to it.” Gigi pulled herself out of the car.

She was halfway down Crystal’s driveway when she heard her name. Gigi spun around to face her, “Yeah?”

“I had fun, uh with you,” She stopped as if she was searching for a difficult word, “today. I had fun with you today.” She ran a hand awkwardly through her hair.

Gigi chuckled, “I had fun with you too, Crystal.”

“Okay, good.” Crystal spun around and stumbled cheerfully up the stairs of her porch, turning around to wave at Gigi one last time before disappearing into her house.

Gigi continued walking back to her own house, smiling the entire way.

[chinawof]

Tiny Dresses. Gender Reveal Pt 3

Overwhelming was putting it lightly. Since she’d seen those balloons she had been swept up in conversations, and plans, and there were oh so many people around. She just needed a moment to herself, which was how she found herself wandering upstairs and out onto the balcony for ten minutes. 

It was calm and serene up here, even with the noise and music from downstairs, China settled onto the sofa, and left her eyes close momentarily, taking in the breeze and the early evening sunlight. 

As she sat there she felt the very clear wriggling of Baby Bean, her daughter stretching out her limbs and getting comfortable. 

Chi tried to hide her smile as she settled back and rested a hand on her bump. 

Her daughter. Their baby girl.

It would take some getting used to of course, but at least now she could begin to get lost in ideas of a little one running around, a perfect mix of her and Liam, with her pup sisters. 

At least now they could focus on pink nurseries, and clothes.

Chi gulped as she realised that she’d brought some clothes, and they had definitely been for a little boy. She would have to look into more little girls clothes for their baby now.

She heard footsteps walking out on the balcony a moment later. Chi opened her eyes, and turned her gaze to see who it was. Hoped that they realised she just needed a little break; but she was sure they would.

Her own heart was racing when she saw the one person she didn’t think she would see for months, or years even.  

“Hi, dad,” Chi whispered out softly, and felt conscious all of a sudden of her hands on her bump. She moved them and shifted when he sat down on the sofa beside her.

“I was wondering where you had gotten to,” There was a familiar chuckle that instantly brought China comfort. 

“It’s just busy down there,” she explained softly.

“I know. Everyone’s really excited and having a good time, but that can be a lot, especially right now,” He glanced down to her bump so carefully covered by her yellow maternity dress. 

“Yeah, it feels like a lot right now.”

MJ settled his hand on her arm softly, giving a comforting squeeze, “And you’ve got to get used to everything. Sierra told me you thought the baby was a boy,” there was a smile on his face, one of amusement and memories, “your mom did that with you, you know. She thought you were a boy. She was so certain,” he chuckled and Chi couldn’t help but laugh herself at that, “must run in the family.”

Feeling a little more comfortable now, she settled her hand back on her bump. Bean had been very calm since her grandfather had sat beside them. China wondered if she was trying to listen and focus on the new voice she hadn’t heard before. 

“But I know your mother and I are very glad we got you, and not that baby boy we wanted. And I know you and Liam are going to love this baby so much.”

It was such a change in tone from months ago, when he’d packed her bags, sent her on her way, and closed the door behind her. Tears rose gently in her eyes, Chi giving a small nod to her father’s words.

“We raised such a strong baby girl,” he carried on musing, still looking at China even when her gaze dropped so her tears didn’t fall, “Always taught you to do what felt right and stood by your values,” to her surprise, he settled his hand softly on her bump where his granddaughter rested, “I’m proud of you, China, for turning around and telling us you were doing this. You’re going to make an amazing mother.”

She crumbled then. Those were all the words she needed to hear.

Suddenly months worth of fears and worries were slipping away as fast as the tears were cascading down her cheeks.

China turned and buried her face into her dad’s shirt and sobbed for a while, like she used to do as a child, getting lost in his warmth and comfort. His hold on her was everything she needed and more.

MJ let her pour it out until the crying had ceased. Pressed a kiss to the top of her head and mover his hands to her shoulders making her sit up and look at him. He dried her eyes with all the tenderness a father could have and gave her a proud grin, “That baby girl is going to be so lucky to have you.”

Chi nodded, trying to salvage her make up with a dab of her finger beneath her eyes, but it was too late, she knew. She could see the smear of mascara in her peripheral. 

Something else entered her view and she looked up to see Liam standing in the doorway to the balcony, looking a little cautious and worried. It was understandable, after everything that happened with her and her parents, finding her and MJ on a balcony together with her crying was probably a worrying thing to see. 

She gave him a smile and beckoned him over to her side, waiting for him to cross the balcony and reach her, before she locked her hand in his. 

MJ was the one who broke the moment by standing himself, and, surprisingly, he gave Liam a pat on the back. “You’re going to make a great father.” He told his soon to be son in law with a smile. “Oh!” Quickly he turned around and picked up a gift bag he had set down near the sofa. “For you two,” He offered it to them and China took it, “Well, for my granddaughter, really.”

China looked to Liam with a smile and saw the relief and happiness on his face realising things were okay between her and her father had obviously settled many worries that were nestled in his own mind.

She moved to let Liam sit beside her and they opened the gift together.

A small little pink dress and a pink diaper cover to match, with the tiniest little silver baby shoes. A grin grew on her face at the sight of them. She held the dress up to her bump, seeing the size of it, as if that would help. 

“It’s perfect,” China grinned, “Thanks, dad.” 

Setting it down again she stood and hugged MJ once more, tightly as if to make up for all the lost hugs over the past few months. 

“Only the best for my grandbaby,” He said back, smiling to Liam as he hugged China. 

When they broke apart he excused himself to go back downstairs while China and Liam got to take a moment by themselves. 

It wasn’t long before she was half laying on the sofa, her head pressed against Liam’s chest, just enjoying the calmness of the moment. “We’re going to have a little girl running around soon,” she mused softly, her eyes were closed, but a smile was fixed on her face.

“The pups are going to love her,” Liam agreed with a laugh, his hand smoothing over the curve of China’s bump affectionately, where Bean was once again wriggling around, probably hyper with all the candy mama had eaten today already. 

“They are. And all her big cousins, too. They all looked so excited when they found out,” besides from the twins who looked slightly disappointed to have another girl in the family and not a boy. She chuckled softly at the thought.

“Thank you,” Liam pressed a kiss to her temple gently as they sat there in the evening breeze. 

“For?” China finally opened her eyes and glanced up at him, her make up still as bad as it had been before.

“For giving me a family.” He whispered, then stole a kiss. 

“Thank you for having a family with me,” China added back when they broke apart, before kissing him a little more. 

She heard the commotion of downstairs still happening, and as much as she wished she could stay on this balcony longer enjoying their last night together in Wyoming, she knew they had to be polite and there were so many people down there that she adored and wanted to spend some time with. 

Wyoming would still be here. She smiled at the thought of returning one day soon with their baby girl in their arms. 

China kissed him once more for good measure. “We’d better get back to the party,” she informed him, finally moving to stand with his assistance now her bump was getting so big it had become a little hard to do on her own at times. 

Liam agreed with her, moving to fold up the tiny baby dress. 

China caught herself looking at the small item in his so very big hands and wondered for a moment if their baby would actually be that small. She couldn’t wait to see him with their daughter. 

“I’d better fix my make up,” China caught herself, blinked her gaze away before her broody side came out, “See you in a moment,” she headed into their room to fix herself back up, a smile set on her lips. 

[lifeistooshorttowasteyourtime]

Chapter 4

In the following months, the fear increased among the population after the news of the construction of a prison called Nurmengard in which anyone who opposed Grindelwald was being locked up. This caused many wizards to leave, looking for safer places, especially outside the country. There were even San Mungo healers who left, causing Maia to spend more time in her work, although she accompanied the Scamander brothers and Tina in their research trips. She also taught Queenie basics about potions and healing spells. Fortunately, the youngest of the Goldsteins learned fast and had innate talent, although unknown until then, causing her to help from time to time in San Mungo and also helped Maia when they returned from some wounded expedition.

Theseus mood was worst every day, they didn’t seem to make too much progress against Grindelwald's army that were spreading with alarming speed across Great Britain while their leader was still missing. Newt tried to placate his brother, defending Professor Dumbledore when Theseus reproached the man's attitude in the matter. Everyone was aware of the friendship Dumbledore and Grindelwald had shared in the past, some even suggested that their relationship was deeper than friendship, and that it was precisely this relationship that produced Dumbledore's reluctance to take part in the war. However, everyone also knew that he was probably the only one who could stop the tenebrous wizard.

-I don’t know that Dumbledore but if it’s him who can stop all of this, he should do something- Jacob commented one night while he was with Queenie and Maia in the living room while the other three were in a ministry’s meeting.

Queenie turned her head to Maia.

-Really?

-Queenie, please, don’t read my mind- Maia said with a small smile.

-Sorry.

-Really what?- Jacob asked intrigued.

Maia sighed and sat straighter in her seat while she was stroking Scamy, which was sleeping on her legs.

-I also think that professor Dumbledore should do something but I know him, I know his moral principles. Believe me, Dumbledore is one of the persons who has fight the most about the equality between the pure bloods and the half-bloods or muggle borns. If he hasn’t attended our petitions, it must be because of something really relevant.

-What can be so important to not wanting to stop the murderers?- Jacob commented frowning.

-I don’t know- the healer sighed.

Not much later, Queenie and Jacob went to bed, though the man stayed an hour more to keep Maia’s company. She was alone blowing out the fire in the chimney when Newt, Tina and Theseus appeared with not friendly faces.

-Maia, what do you know about the inferi?- the auror asked the moment he saw her.

-N-not much… Just that they are corpses that had received life but don’t possess intelligence, though they can be manipulated, why?

-Grindelwald is trying to make an army with them.

The woman looked at Newt and Tina who sighed nodding.

-And… And what is the ministry going to do?- Maia asked.

-It seems it’s not working yet but we have to be alert.

Tina walked to her with a shy smile.

-I know it’s late but, can we eat something?

-Of course, Queenie has made enough for your return.

-I’m not hungry, I’m going to bed now- Theseus said –see you tomorrow.

With not another word he went upstairs.

-Please, make yourself comfortable- Maia said with a small smile -I’ll take the dinner.

-No, you look tired- commented Newt -we’ll prepare it.

-Alright- she smiled remembering the promise she made of not exhausting herself -have a good night.

Maia took Scamy in her arms and said goodbye to her friends again before going upstairs. Nerveless, before going to her room, she saw light coming from the man’s bedroom. She approached and knocked softly saying.

-Theseus? May I come in?

-Yes, come in- she heard immediately.

The woman opened the door, hearing the snores of Jacob who was sleeping peacefully in his bed. Theseus was standing next to his bed, with pajama pants and an interior shirt. Maia coughed blushing a bit.

-I wanted to know if you were alright.

Theseus smiled a bit.

-You are very observant and you make sure that everyone is well, it hasn’t gone unnoticed the relaxing potion in our teas. My brother told me that during your adventure almost three years ago, you used to go down to his suitcase to see how he was after a day without progress.

-Well, I don’t think it’s anything bad.

-I’m not saying it is, on the contrary, between aurors we have to take care of each other so the situations we face don’t overwhelm us. And though you aren’t an auror, you are a Hufflepuff- Maia smiled and readjusted Scamy in her arms -I’m fine, just a little bit frustrated, but I know we are going to win. We have to.

She nodded.

-We will.

Jacob snored loudly, making the both of them to look at him, Maia laughing softly.

-I’m going to make a silence spell- joked Theseus though with his serious voice.

Maia laughed again and smiled at him.

-I let you rest, goodnight Theseus.

-Goodnight Maia.

The next morning, the healer was the first one to get up, a habit to prepare everyone's breakfast. However, she didn’t expect to find Newt and Tina asleep on the couch. Surprised, she covered them with two blankets after checking they were cold. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to find Jacob there, who smiled at the scene.

-Have they been here all night?

-That’s what it seems- Maia approached him -let’s let them sleep while we make the breakfast.

The two of them went to the kitchen and, while they were preparing the food, Maia looked at Jacob by the corner of her eye.

-Ey, Newt and Tina… is it me or there’s something?- she asked with a smile.

-I’m not sure. Everything we lived in New York was… Intense and I know that they had a connection, you know? I know they care for each other, maybe it’s something more, but I couldn’t confirm anything. Anyway, I don’t think they would to anything if they feel something after the end of this.

Maia smiled at him and they kept making breakfast in silence.

That night, Maia and Queenie arrived home shortly before Theseus and Newt did, the women were exhausted after a busy day in San Mungo while the brothers had gone to visit their parents. Jacob and Tina had arranged the dinner they had put on the dining-room table.

-Oh!- said Queenie approaching Theseus –don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure your parents will be safe.

The auror looked at her and nodded, looking after to Tina who sighed because she knew Theseus didn’t like Queenie to read his thoughts.

-Let’s have diner?- Jacob purposed with a small smile.

The six of them sat at the table when they heard a noise outside the house. Everyone looked towards the door, except for Maia who rose and went towards it, opening it before shouting and jumping to the side, just in time to avoid a ball of fire that entered the house. Quickly everyone got up from the table and Theseus left the house to find three men throwing the same fireballs in the direction of the house, they could not see it, but they sensed that it was there. Immediately Newt went out to help his brother while Jacob helped Maia to get up off the ground. Tina raced to the kitchen to retrieve all the potions of Maia and Queenie, who watched one side of the room flaming, she picked up Newt's suitcase that was on the coffee table before going to the shelves to pick up the books that were helping her to learn. Maia casted water spells, but soon realized that it was evil fire. Tina also noticed, noting that the fire also came from the top floor.

-WE HAVE TO GO NOW!

-I’M NOT GOING TO LEAVE MY HOUSE!- Maia shouted trying to make the flames disappear.

Jacob went outside with Scamy in his arms, the creature whimpering and trembling in fear, followed by Queenie carrying the suitcase, in which she had kept the books. Tina went to Maia, taking her by the waist to drag her out.

-Please, it’s useless- Tina begged with effort.

Finally Maia gave up when she saw that the flames were beginning to corral them, but she went to the shelf and took a large tome and a photograph that was in a frame. Both women rushed out and, once outside, they turned to see how the house was consumed by the fire. Maia felt pressure on her chest, a pressure that wouldn’t allow her to breathe and she dropped what she had in her arms, she would have fallen to the ground too if an arm hadn’t caught her around the waist. She didn’t look but, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Newt's hair that was also looking to the house. Though her ears were clogged, she heard Theseus call Tina to help him take the three men who had been stunned into the ministry.

The fire destroyed the house completely in a few minutes, but Maia couldn’t stop looking even to the ashes to which it was reduced. Newt's arm didn’t move from her waist, but Scamy had hugged her leg. Jacob had picked up the things from the floor and caressed the back of Queenie who had leaned on him. Shortly afterwards, Theseus returned with Tina, both gazing briefly at the ashes on the floor before addressing the rest.

-The minister has been informed of everything and these men have been placed in custody, we have been granted a house where we can settle, it’s next to the ministry and we have connection to the flu network, so we can’t be detected with the apparitions.

Maia looked at him squinting her eyes.

-Detected?

The auror sighed and looked at his brother who frowned confused.

-It seems those men found your house because Newt and I were detected when we apparated from our parent’s house. They have been watching us and today they could find us.

Maia started to breath hard and took Scamy before pulling away from Newt. She took a few steps back from them while they all looked at her concerned.

-They have burned down my house, my home, and I’ve lost everything because YOU have been detected?

-I’m truly sorry Maia- said Theseus approaching her –if I could go back time and change everything that has occurred…

-But you can’t!- she interrupted him bursting into tears –I’ve lost everything. EVERYTHING!

Scamy began to cry, hugging her neck and she leaned her cheek against the soft hair of the demiguise. Theseus approached her and wrapped his arms around her, allowing the woman to collapse leaning against him. The auror turned his head and the rest went to them, clasping each other's hands before Theseus disappeared with all of them.

They landed in the middle of a large hall, all pulled away, except Theseus who continued to hug Maia, who was crying hard. Scamy moaned and let go, going into Newt's arms, who was looking at his friend very worried. Queenie sat in the chair that was nearest, overwhelmed by the feelings in that room. Maia's pain, Newt's concern, the anger and guilt of Theseus ... Tina crouched in front of her sister, brushing her hair away from her face.

-Tina- said Theseus looking at them though still holding Maia –take your sister to other room. You all get installed and, please Queenie, when you are better, I would appreciate if you make a sleep potion for Maia.

Tina took her sister by the elbows and, with Jacob's help, they took Queenie inside. However, Newt stood where he was, his suitcase in one hand and the other holding Scamy against his side. Theseus looked at Newt, who was still staring at Maia and murmured:

-I’ll make that potion.

-Thank you Newt.

Maia's eyes were closed, her lips trembling and with her cheek resting on the chest of Theseus as her arms hung at her sides, without strength. Almost without effort, the auror lifted Maia from the floor and carried her to one of the armchairs, crouching beside her on the floor.

-I swear I will do everything in my power to rebuild your house, give you a roof where you can return and where you can resume your life.

The woman looked at him, sipping from her nose, admiring the nobility of the Gryffindor in the conviction of his words. She wanted to tell him that maybe they didn’t survive to see that oath taken, but she could not find the words, so she just held him by the hand and gave him a squeeze.

Scamy came running and sat on his owner's lap, touching her cheeks with his fingers and his big, sad eyes staring at her. Newt entered the room only a minute later, kneeling beside Maia and offering her the cup of tea with the sleeping potion. She took it and looked at him with her swollen eyes, causing Newt to sigh and squeeze his lips before murmuring:

-I’m so sorry… I’ve known we could be hunted, I-I…

The woman sighed closing her eyes and shook her head.

-I don’t blame you for what have happened…- she opened her eyes and looked at him –I guess we are exposed to anything. At least we are all safe and sound.

The brothers looked at each other sharing a silent conversation for a moment.

-It will be better if you take this and go to sleep- Theseus suggested with her authoritative voice, although in a gentler voice that what was normal.

She nodded and drank the tea in a swallow while Theseus took Scamy.

-I’m going to put him into your suitcase, your other demiguise can take care of him- he informed Newt before going to the said suitcase.

Newt only nodded and watched the potion make effect in Maia, whose eyelids flickered slower until they closed. She turned her head to him, a lock of hair crossing her face. Newt pushed the strand back and stroked her cheek saying:

-Try to rest, I will be by your side when you woke up.

Maia nodded, her head resting against Newt's shoulder. He picked up the cup and left it on the floor before taking the woman in his arms. Theseus looked at him and nodded his head. Tina stepped out of one of the doors of the long hallway, a door she had left open so that Newt could step in the room with Maia. There were already three beds in that room, one occupied by Queenie who was a little pale, so Newt laid Maia to one that was next to the window since Tina pushed the sheets and the duvet down. Tina took Maia’s jacket off while Newt took care of her shoes and covered her carefully.

-Her pain and sadness were suffocating- Queenie commented in a small voice -poor dear…

Newt looked at her and swallowed as Tina cleared her throat and said she was going to help Theseus and Jacob with the rest of the house. Queenie got up from her bed and went to Newt, putting her hand on his shoulder.

-We’ll take care of her Newt.

-If we survive, where she will go?- he asked observing how Maia was sleeping.

-We’ll find a solution… But today it’s really late and we need to rest. All of us.

Newt looked at her and nodded before be sure Maia was properly covered.

-Rest Queenie- the magizoologist murmured before leaving the room.

-You too Newt…

Instead of going in search of the rest, Newt returned to the living room, sitting on the couch and covering his face with his hands for the guilt he felt to be partly responsible for his friend being homeless.

The next morning they let Maia sleep, while Tina and Theseus were in charge of ministry, and Queenie and Jacob set up their new house. Newt, however, wanted to stay in the house to be with Maia since he remained very worried. He prepared her breakfast, and accompanied her in silence while they ate, but the healer did not say a word, just nodded and sad smiles in the form of gratitude.

Later, Newt peered through the half-open door of the girls' room. His friend was sitting in her bed, looking out the window at the street. He supposed that it made her very sad. The views were so different from the ones they were used to, just another reminder of the misfortune she had endured. Sighing, he knocked on the door, smiling a second as she turned and looked at him.

-May I come in?

The woman nodded and got up from the bed, walking to him until they were in the middle of the room.

-Do you need help?- she asked trying her voice to sound normal.

-No, I just want… Em…- he took his hand from behind his back, showing his Hufflepuff scarf. He took it with both hands and put it around Maia’s neck with a small smile -I know we can’t replace all you have lost but… We can start with small things for his new chapter.

Maia’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked a few times to make them disappear.

-But it’s your scarf, Newt… Why?- she asked moved.

-Because your pride of our house, because I think you are the person who represents the most the qualities of a Hufflepuff and I want you to have it.

The woman took both ends and pulled them gently before circling her neck with one of them, holding the other in both hands while smiling at it. The scarf was discolored and some threads were loose, but for her it was perfect. She looked up and sighed wiping a tear, but still smiling.

-Thank you very much Newt.

He simply looked away with his typical half smile and shrugged. He was a little startled when she hugged him by the waist, resting her cheek against Newt's chest. The magizoologist hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head while gently squeezing her. They parted as Pickett stepped out of Newt's pocket and climbed onto Maia's shoulder, making her laugh. The creature hugged her cheek, tickling her with his leaves.

-Thank you Pickett.

The man observed them and smiled offering his hand.

-Do you want to go down my suitcase?

She smiled and took his hand letting him lead her to the suitcase where the creatures made her feel a bit better.

[silentscene]

Be Careful Pt. 6 (Jun) // SVT Mythology Series

When you’re a descendent of a greek mythological being, you meet a lot of interesting people. He wasn’t one to care about others. You weren’t one to mind.

Genre: Angst, Comedy, High School au, Mythology

Word Count: 2572

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“So how are you doing in school?” your mother asked, using her knife to slice another piece of steak on her plate.

Your eyes glanced up at her. She wasn’t actually looking at you. Her eyes were preoccupied by whatever news report she was reading on her phone. For some reason, you found your shoulders slumping down in response. Had you actually been expecting her to engage in a conversation with you for once? Maybe. The thought caused a tinge of heaviness in your heart, but you shook your head and chose to ignore it. She was waiting for your answer, whether or not she was genuinely listening.

“I’m good,” you answered curtly.

“Hm… good,” she hummed.

You wondered if that was a default reply or if she had actually heard what you said. Your fork pierced into a steamed broccoli, its green stem soft and pliable… kind of like you. You chuckled internally as you thought about the comparison. You were, in a sense, soft. You were a push over, and very pliable when it came to what other people wanted, especially your mother. But maybe that was just your personality?

Stuffing it into your mouth, you finished the rest of your meal in silence. The only noises that could be heard was the soft patter of rain drops outside your house and the tapping of your mother’s fingers on the screen of her smartphone. 

When you were done, you quietly thanked your mother for the food and walked your empty dish and cup to the sink, washing them and the utensils before going upstairs. After changing your clothes, you washed up, getting ready for bed even though you knew that you’d be staying up much later. Homework was your priority. After all, it was the one thing your mother had been strictly adamant about ever since your parent’s divorce.

Ah… the divorce. Just thinking about it made your lips form a small frown as you settled at your desk. Ever since your parents had split up your mother had become engrossed with her work. You supposed it was her way of coping with it, and who could blame her? Things ended quite messily and it wasn’t something most people would want to linger on.

The divorce was also the reason she never really spoke to you unless you had done something to anger her. You had come to the realization that your mother believe that if she acted like everything was fine, everything, in turn, would be fine. It was a simple philosophy - not one you really agreed with, but simple nevertheless. 

Most kids your age who went through similar situations would usually act out in an attempt to get his or her parent’s attention, but not you. You were soft. You were a push over. You weren’t the kind of person to grasp for other’s attention, even if you wanted just a little bit. In retrospect, that was probably why you had become so focused on your studies over the past few years. You were reflecting your mother’s philosophy in order to live alongside her harmoniously, even if that lifestyle wasn’t one you particularly enjoyed.

Pulling your hair back into a ponytail, you set your tarp out across your desk and placed your AP Art painting on top of it. You had to make sure your pieces were completed on time or else you wouldn’t have enough for your portfolio. Taking a deep breath, you dumped your brushes and paints out onto your floor, picking out all the ones you were going to need. You foraged through your things before suddenly freezing in place, fingers retracting.

The cigarettes from Ray laid there amongst the brushes and tubes of color, all still in decent condition. “Shoot!” you cursed in your mind, heart racing. With widened eyes you quickly snatched them into your hands, dashing over to your trash can ready to dump them. You couldn’t be caught with these in your possession. Who knew what you’re mother would do if she found them? She would skin you alive 

“Have you every wondered why I’m so calm all the time? It’s because these things relieve all the tension from my life,” Ray’s voice echoed in your mind.

You hesitated, hands suspended over the waste bin.

“It can’t hurt to have some stashed somewhere,” he told you.

Your eyes stared at the cigarettes in your possession, the rolls of white and tan looking more are more harmless the longer you looked at them. Maybe, keeping them wasn’t such a bad idea? You contemplated the idea for a while before walking to one of your drawers and grabbing a small makeup bag, tossing the handful of cigarettes into it before zipping it up tightly and shoving it into your backpack. Your conscience was aching in the back of your mind, telling you not to keep them, but there was a small part of you that was curious. Could these thing really relieve your stress?

Settling back at your desk, you pulled out your paints and nodded to yourself assuredly. You wouldn’t try one right now, but maybe, when things were too overwhelming, you could find a lighter and test the waters. There wasn’t anything wrong with giving yourself the option to try something once, right?

“I’m telling you, he’s the worst person ever,” Selah complained as you grabbed your wallet out of your backpack.

“That sounds like an exaggeration,” you said.

The two of you were currently in the lunch line, which was moving at an unfortunately slow pace afternoon. Your stomach growled as you got a whiff of the day’s meal selection: freshly grilled burgers (or veggie burgers for people like Selah) and mouthwatering fries. Normally, you would be in the art room painting away at this time, but today you body felt weak. All those all-nighters you had been pulling were finally taking their toll on your body and you knew you needed to eat something or else you’d end up passing out.

“No, I’m being serious! He’s so rude. Do you know what he said when I said hi to him yesterday?”

“What?”

“F*ck off!”

“Wow, okay,” you chuckled, “That’s pretty rude.” 

“And he’s so pessimistic about everything,” Selah whined as she slid her tray over. 

“Not everyone is a people person like you,“ you hummed, eyeing the food .

“He’s not the most open minded person, but I want to try to at least be his friend,” she replied with a pout. 

You nodded your head as the two of you finally reached the front of the line. The two of you grabbed your respective meals and paid at the cash register before walking through the crowded eating area. It was in that moment that you realized that all your close classmates were in the art room, and therefore, would not be sitting at a table out here for you to dine with them. A worried expression crossed your face, and Selah noticed.

"Hey, you know you can sit with me and my friends, right? They won’t mind,” she said with a reassuring grin.

“You sure?” you asked nervously, “I don’t want to impose or anything…”

“Are you kidding me? Y/N, you’re my cousin! And you’re super cool at that! They’ll love you,” Selah laughed, nudging you playfully.

“Okay, thanks,” you said gratefully, smiling as she led you to her usual table. 

As the two of you neared, you heard a boisterous voice call your cousin’s name.

“SELAH!” a bright eyed boy yelled happily as he waved the two of you over.

“That’s Mingyu,” your cousin whispered to you, “The one I told you about that transferred at the same time as me.”

“Ah,” you nodded, remembering prior conversations the two of you had about him.

You were so caught up in reminiscing that you almost didn’t notice the boy sitting beside Mingyu until he coughed slightly, grabbing your attention. Dark brown eyes were staring back into yours, irises flickering with both confusion and… nervousness? You weren’t too sure about what emotions he was conveying, but the one thing you were sure about was the fact that Wen Junhui had just locked eyes with you.

“Shoot!” you screamed internally. Your mind replayed the time you had called out his name on accident, causing your cheeks to begin to heat up in emabressment. It hadn’t been that long ago either, so he would defiantly remember it. Oh how you wish to be back in the art room with your brushes.

“Hey Mingyu and Jun, this is my cousin, Y/N. She’s gonna sit with us today because she decided to be a normal human being and eat for once in her life,” Selah laughed as she sat down at the table across from Mingyu.

You followed Selah’s example and sat beside her, which just so happened to be right across from Jun. Great.

“H-Hi,” you greeted nervously.

“Hi Y/N!“ Mingyu replied cheerfully, “Selah talks about you all the time! It’s so good to finally meet you!”

You smiled, slowly becoming infected with how joyful this guy was. It was like a disease or something.

“All good things I hope,” you giggled lightly, causing the boy to nod his head quickly.

“Of course! She told me that she has this incredible cousin who works super hard and is an amazing artist that goes here, but that she is always so busy so that’s why I’ve never seen her,” he explained before taking a sip of his coke.

“Haha, that’s pretty accurate, besides the incredible and amazing part,” you chuckled as you took a knife to cut your burger in half.

“Y/N just stop, okay? You’re always so hard on yourself it’s painful to listen to,” Selah groaned as she shoved you slightly 

“I’m just being honest,” you shrugged your shoulders, causing her to complain even more passionately.

A smile curled up your lips as you watched her and Mingyu begin a long debate about what the definitions of  the words incredible and amazing in an attempt to convince you that those adjectives fit you perfectly, but you ended up drowning them out halfway through as your senses filled themselves with your burger. You were starving 

As you chewed your food, you noticed that it had already been a few minutes and Jun was still staring at you. Even if you didn’t look up, you could feel his burning gaze on you as you ate. It actually made you quite uncomfortable, but you understood why he was doing it. After all, you did call his name out randomly that one time. It must have been awkward for him to sit across from you. 

Unknown to you, Jun was having a mental breakdown.

“Oh my god she’s sitting right across from me! What do I do? What do I say? Oh god she’s smiling! She’s smiling! Oh shoot she’s looking at me! Come on Junhui, do something! Say something! Anything!”

The boy gulped.

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” he said calmly, easily masking his anxiety with his collected demeanor.

You blinked and nodded, dabbing your lips with your napkin before replying, “Yeah… You know my name?”

“We, uh, went to middle school together,” he answered, heat slowly making its way up his neck in nervousness.

“Oh, right,” you answered in a hum, your expression suddenly breaking into a smile, “I just didn’t think you’d remember me. 

His eyes widened. 

“How could I forget you?” he asked, a little too eagerly.

He coughed awkwardly, trying to come up with a good recovery, “I mean. Our school was relatively small compared to other ones.”

You stared at him, shrugging before a beautiful laugh escaped your lips, “It was small, wasn’t it? We had a couple of classes together.”

“Algebra One and Computer Lab,” he hummed, taking a bite out of his food as he watched your eyes light up in remembrance.

“With Miss Morgan and Mr. Tray!”

“I always thought that was a weird last name…" 

“Everyone did. Do you remember that one time Antonio drew on the board before he came to class?”

“And he drew a giant lunch tray wearing a tie and wrote ‘MR. TRAY EXPOSED?’ Yeah,” Jun laughed, a huge grin on his face.

“That was so dumb. He got a detention for that too,” you giggled, beaming brightly at him.

Jun felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest. Here he was, sharing a conversation with the girl he had been crushing on for years! And she was laughing with him! Jun felt like he was on cloud nine.

“Hey, why have we never talked before?” you asked, tilting your heat in curiosity as you stared at his features. 

“I… don’t know,” Jun replied, brows furrowed as he thought about it, “I mean, you’ve always been so smart, with honor classes and all that. I don’t think I’ve had a class with you since middle school.”

“Well that’s a shame,” you said, a frown your face as you looked at him with compassion.

“She’s just being nice, like she always is,” Jun thought to himself sadly. He knew you were too good for him .

“Not really,” he laughed, his fists clenching the sides of his pants to hide his bitterness, “I’m a dangerous guy.”

“Do you fight? Is that why you always come to school covered in blood?” you blurted out.

Jun could see regret instantly hit you as you bit your bottom lip. He was sure you hadn’t met to say it in such a blatant way, but that didn’t make your words sting any less.

He smirked and leaned over the table slightly, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes, “I don’t know. What do you think, sweetheart?”

You stared back at him for what seemed like an eternity, your eyes shining with curiosity. Jun couldn’t help but stare back. Although he was putting up a cocky front, inside he was dying. Your eyes glimmered like stars in the middle of a clear night, bright and breathtaking.

“I don’t think you’re the kind of person to fight for no reason,” you finally answered, your eyes curving up along with your lips into a warm expression.

Jun was taken aback. This was a first for him. He had never encountered someone who didn’t assume he was some sort of punk who went out of his way to look for trouble, and to be honest, he wasn’t really sure how to handle it. He wasn’t sure how to handle you.

Slowly leaning back into his seat, Jun hummed lowly and continued to stare at you, his confident demeanor unwavering. 

“Interesting,” he whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear.

The two of you remained in a silent staring contest for some time before Mingyu and Selah engaged the two of you in a new conversation - something about conserving water and movie ticket prices. Jun wasn’t really paying attention though, his mind was too preoccupied by your unexpected response. Is that how you actually saw him? Or were you just being polite? He groaned internally. You were defiantly going to be taking up his thoughts a whole lot more than you usually did.

You laughed at one of Mingyu’s lame stories, tucking your hair behind your ear as you did so.

Jun sighed quietly to himself, completely love struck. Man, you were stunning.

[flamingredanon]

Abandoned!Top-hat!Henry's first meeting with Dimitri. It goes far better than anyone (other than Galeforce) expected.

Weeks had flown by since Henry first came into Galeforce's family. Henry was still quiet around alot of people, but was talking more around Galeforce and especially around Charles. But there was one more person Henry hadn't met yet, Dmitri Johannes Petrov, Galeforce's long distance husband.

Most everyone that Galeforce knew suggested that they wait before introducing Henry to Dmitri, siting that Henry is still technically a criminal despite his age, and Dmitri is only going to scare the teen. Even Charles had his worries about letting Henry meet Dmitri, but Galeforce knew his husband more then anyone and soon the three of them were packing for a week at a winter lodge.

Normally when Galeforce and Charles visited Dmitri, they just stayed at the living quarters of The Wall, but with Henry still antsy around alot of people and all the noises at The Wall at any given time, Dmitri suggested the lodge to meet up at.

Galeforce's van soon arrived at the lodge they would be staying at and everyone was getting all their suitcases in, well Henry was getting most everything in for everyone, something he always did back on The Airship. Though once Henry could properly look at the wooden lodge, he was awestruck by everything.

The sound of a car pulling up broke Henry out of his wonderment as an older gentleman enter the lodge with two suitcases. Henry guessed that this stern looking man was this Dmitri that was staying with them. It didn't take long for Charles to run from the upstairs bedroom into a tackle hug into Dmitri. Dmitri ruffled Charles' hair as Galeforce snuck in and gave his husband a smooch, Dmitri returning the kiss in kind.

Dmitri approached Henry and offered his hand for Henry to shake "You must be Henry. I am Dmitri Johannes Petrov, but you can call me Dmitri or Mr Petrov if it makes you more comfortable." Henry hesitated for a moment, but then shook Dmitri's hand, Dmitri giving a soft smile.

Soon everyone had everything unpacked and Galeforce decided to make a quick trip to the local town for takeout for the night, taking Charles with him and leaving Henry alone with Dmitri. The two sat quietly for a few minutes before Dmitri went into his room and came back with two cinnamon scented candles. Dmitri set the candles on the nearby table and lit the two, letting cinnamon fill the air.

"I'm sure you have heard alot about me and my workplace from your... former parents." Dmitri wanted to call those people so much worse but understood that they were still Henry's parents in a way. "I have only heard a few things. Like when I was little my dads always told me bad little children were sent there if they didn't behave and do as they were told. And that The Wall was a place where prisoners were tortured and locked away from the outside world."

Henry looked down on the floor as Dmitri spoke "The Wall is a prison, but it is also a rehabilitation center. There is no torturing or evil crimes being done there, alot of people would be in deep shit it if it was. I am the Warden of The Wall, my job is basically paperwork and help keep The Wall running. And if somehow a "bad kid" was sent there, they would be given the love and support they were never shown before and found a family that would love them."

Henry was still looking at the floor but squeaked up an odd question "Mr Petrov, is it weird to still want to call my old parents my parents, even after abandoning me that day? I know you and Mr Galeforce are my new dads now and I'm really happy being a part of a family and everything everyone has done, but I've known my dads for so long and..."

Dmitri put his hand on Henry's as he spoke "It isn't weird at all. You've probably known them since you could crawl and it is only natural to call them such. Galeforce and I aren't going to force you to call us something you are uncomfortable with. But we are going to still be your fathers and Charlie your brother. I know we all have a long journey ahead, but we will be there for you."

Dmitri didn't expect Henry to hug him so tight, but Dmitri returned the hug. The two began talking about other thing when Galeforce and Charles returned with the takeout. Galeforce went to set everything up in the kitchen as Henry and Dmitri got up to help. Henry did have one more question to ask "Mr Petrov, why did you light the two candles earlier?" Dmitri chuckled as he spoke "When I was young and got nervous or overwhelmed about something, I would either light a small scented candle or pull out something scented that helped me focus on calming down. I saw you were nervous and decided to pull them out." Henry gave a soft smile as he placed the silverware on the table.

The rest of the family trip went well, Henry getting to know Dmitri more and the family bonding together. It would still be alot longer before they could have the family trips at The Wall, but Galeforce and Dmitri didn't mind the change of pace, especially since it was for their newest son. They couldn't replace being Henry's parents, but they could be new caring ones for him.

[rpausandwhatifs]

Unexpected: Isla's 1st Xmas Event | Future AU|| Day 6: Fake Date

"Are you sure you can't come?" Isla whined as she FaceTimed her girlfriend, pouting her lip out.

"Babe, it's late, you're getting on my nerves and I'm already in England with the headache, the heartache, and the bitches... it's bad enough Elliot brought his stray pet-"

"Persephone~" a small voice whined from behind the ginger.

"If you actually say anything else, yeah, ima fucking kick you!" She yelled behind her.

"Persephone... please, I just.. can't you just get on a flight? Steal your dad's card and go?..." Isla pleaded.

"No.. they locked up our stuff. I'm talking to you on Bryony's laptop, such an angel that woman," she rambled, "I told her I wanted to make sure you didn't want anything from over here that I could bring with me after holiday, that isn't my mother's head on a spit."

"Where's she?" Isla asked as she wiped her tears

"Nandos I'm sure, or Wagamama or someplace with my dad cooling off...we couldn't even get her to come to Bath once we got to Manchester to see Dan's parents," the girl sighed, rubbing her forehead and temples.

"Sorry baby...I..I think I'm just nervous that he's bringing me to this party that you've always told me about-"

"Isla, sweetie..I'm telling you it's better that Reiner is taking you-"

"But I'm your girl.."

"And you're Reiner's girl. At least for tonight...I've already told you those people usually don't like the drama that we bring..at least with Reiner..you can hide.." Persi explained, a small tear falling down her face.

"I didn't wanna fucking hide! Persi, listen, what is it you're trying to prove to me?"

Persi was extremely quiet while she wiped her eyes and pushed her hands through her hair. The girl knew that she had to say it, "You gotta see why I hated being there...or.. knowing you..you might like it. Forcing myself to be normal when all I craved was chaos...personally it's fun from what I remember..but have a that little taste of normality..see if it fits you..."

Isla started to wipe her own eyes as she heard Persi's words. She made sure her moments weren't going to be ruined anymore. The girl's heart swelled as she chuckled a little, "What if I get bored?"

"Reiner will make sure nothing happens to you. We already planned an alternative date just in case...”

“Will you be there?”

“No, just..go on a date with your boyfriend, god!” Persi snapped playfully.

~~~

“Does it fit you?” Reiner asked, watching Isla looking at herself in the mirror and she kept tugging at the dress.

“I don’t really feel like..wearing a dress...” Isla said as she smoothed the fabric for the tenth time, really not understanding where her distaste for this dress came from. She was so excited before the boy picked him up and suggested they get dressed at his house with his family just for a taste. So far, she was very surprised at how small Rosanna was and how alike Mark and Reiner looked. She wasn’t one to fuck someone’s dad, but if Mark is anything like Reiner, it’s not happening. She had never seen a couple so excited for their eldest son to be dating and it was making Isla slightly uncomfortable. 

Apparently, this was the house where the party was going to be held, and she was excused from setting up. However, she got to sample all of the sweets and watch Ro record for her video- something she was used to, but it was the fact that the house was full of dogs and family and noise. The fact that they had to remain upstairs and wait until they were nearly done downstairs- Reiner even leaving their makeout session to help his father with adding onto the already excessive Christmas decorations. Her parents tried to give her great experiences around the holidays, but slowly but surely Isla was understanding why Persephone allowed her to come with just Reiner.

“She’s not allowed in the main part of the house, you know,” Reiner commented as he attentively fixed his sweater and his collared shirt underneath. 

“She didn’t tell me that,” Isla said as she finished putting together her makeup look. She had almost cried when the kids and Rosanna had offered if she needed help with her makeup. This was becoming a tad much. They hadn’t even eaten yet. 

“Yeah..let’s just say..it was for the best and it took..many..many tries. She used to be a very impulsive and aggressive kid. That’s why it surprised me when I started to fall for her because I started sneaking her into my room so she had someone to talk to or sober up with-”

“She’d drink when she was here?”

“When the legal age to drink in England is 18, yeah..She knew her way around a drink from a very young age. It kept her from breaking things...” he replied, looking straight at himself in the mirror with regret and nostalgia.

“How many-”

“8 years. Her hormones made her worse and so she started to get worse and so that’s when my parents had pulled her parents to the side and told her that they couldn’t have her here for the sake and safety of them and everyone else’s kids...She had realized it that year that there was something wrong and there wasn’t much anyone could do, but she promised and told me she just wanted to be better. She doesn’t hate the holidays, just what they’ve always meant for her,” Renier explained as he watched his girlfriend lose her thought and her body become still. 

Isla had been so lost. She knew that Persi had issues, and Reiner got tired of this, but this was just too much. This overwhelming sense of family. The consistent teamwork and overbearing support. She needed someone to yell in aggression. A curse word. Hell, some straight hard liquor. There is no neglect, no abuse, no lack of love. It’s all love. The girl was no longer excited. She now feared for her life. A gentle hand on her back and a slight kiss on her cheek made her body heat up and she quickly turned to see Reiner and herself in the mirror. Her makeup was stunning. Her dress was beautiful. His sweater was warm, and his cologne was intoxicating. Her body automatically turned and kissed his lips. “I need Persephone-” she gasped, looking frantically, shaking her head, “I-I can’t do this!~”

“Yes you can,” Reiner said, “You deserve this-”

“No! It’s too perfect! I can’t...I can’t breathe...! I told you I don’t like this dress! I-...where’s Persi...?”

“She’s in England, babe-”

“THEN TAKE ME TO ENGLAND! Take me out of this house with all these decorations and these smells, a-and the fucking SOBRIETY!..This energy is too much, it’s unfair...how can you do this?!” she looks up at him, pulling her carefully done up hair out of its style and trying to keep her voice hush.

“First of all, take a few breaths while I get you some water. Sit down and take the makeup and the dress off. I’ll get you some clothes that’ll fit you-”

“I can’t do clothes right now...” she said as she simply shook her head and hypenventilated.

“That’s fine...” He said as he walked into his bathroom and she immediately nearly ripped the dress off. 

“I’m sorry~..I-I just...I just can’t...” she said, curling herself up on the bed, “I need Persi...Is she safe?”

“Yes...Yea, Mom..She got some really bad cramps and just started throwing up...Uhhh, she’s feeling better, but she’s gonna need to rest up...Yea she’s got medication...It’s probably endo..I can still come down to the party, if you need extra han- Oh thanks...I-...just send Sylvan to bring the food..I don’t think she’s eaten since this morning..Alright, enjoy your party...Yea I guess so...Alright, Mom, bye,” Reiner said as he got off the phone with his mother.

“I actually do have endometriosis, babe” Isla said, watching him strip out of his clothes. 

“Well, lucky guess. I just didn’t want them running up here from the party in the basement or calling an ambulance-”

“Reiner~~ when did you get so bad- lying to your parents like that?” Isla smirked, biting her lip, propping herself up on her elbows, her anxiety beginning to subside. She was baffled, but she would think about it later. Maybe there was something to her ruining experiences for herself even though there wasn’t anything that ruined it before there to do so. Not even her mother. 

“Look, Persephone didn’t always be out of commission for the rest of the party, and was perfectly fine to go back down- the party is in the basement by the way- well, the grotto...I dunno what they call it anymore. Anyway, that’s how we started hanging out, almost any time she came over before she stopped,” Reiner said, crawling into his bed with Isla, laying on his folded arms, “She told me that this might happen, so that’s why I’m not upset- 1. Because she does this all the time..and 2. You did this before I kissed you. So-”

“Is this the alternative date she told me about?” Isla asked, cutting him off.

“Yeah, it’s alternative because this was hers...And now it’s yours too..This is the most..even relationship, I’ve ever been in- given all the parallels,” Reiner giggled before getting a forehead kiss from her, “Thanks.”

“Did you start doing this to look for a reason to look for you to not go to these parties anymore?” she asked, giggling as she snuggled up to him as she kisses him a little.

“Totally..”

[kieraiivibes]

You’ve Gotta BEE Kidding Me!

Hey Guys! This is just a quick story about a person experience of mine that I wrote about for Language Arts. I thought it might be fun to share, so I decided to post it! Hope you enjoy it! P.S. I changed all the names. (except for my dog)

One day, my language arts teacher told us to write an essay telling the class about a crazy event in our lives, and even though I didn’t know it, I was in for one heck of a ride. After Mrs. Hamilton read us a previous student’s work, everyone was sufficiently excited. We went to work brainstorming ideas on pieces of scrap paper. As I sat there contemplating which of many events to write about, I remained blissfully unaware of the nightmare that lay ahead of me.

At the end of the day, I had to walk home. I was just turning into my driveway when I noticed a small sign at the edge of the lawn notifying me that the lawn sprayers had come over for a brief visit. After quickly scanning the small sign, I continued into the house. I kicked my flip-flops off in the basement before heading up the stairs to see my dog, Senna. As I opened the door, the small brown labrador retriever wiggled and vibrated with excitement. However she also looked pretty nervous. Looking back on it, that probably should have tipped me off that something was wrong, but I just assumed that she had to be let out. I shrugged off my backpack, plopping it down in the usual spot before trotting over to the back door and opening it. Senna took off running at full speed up the hill, and I stepped outside onto the porch. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a ploink on the glass. I turned around, curious as to what made the noise, and saw this BIG ASS BEE on the INSIDE of the house! I let out a cry of alarm and instinctively backpedaled off the porch. As Senna came bounding back up to my side, I was drop-kicked in the gut with the realization of just how bad my situation really was.

Ok, so I'm stuck outside with no shoes on & standing on chemical-covered grass, my only companion is a stir-crazy labrador retriever, & I have no leash to keep her on. I left my backpack inside, so I have no cell phone, and my parents won’t be home for another two hours. Great.

As I analyzed the situation, Senna made a bid for freedom and darted between the houses towards the front yard. Panicked, I sped after her, pausing briefly to yell curses at our oak tree for dropping stealth traps, also known as acorns, in the grass where they were all but invisible. When I finally caught up with the wiggly mass of brown fur, she was viciously attacking a passing girl, slowly smothering the poor thing to death with her signature snuggle attack. As I attempted to pry my pupper off the saliva-drenched schoolgirl, I was hit with an idea. Once the girl was gone, I ran across the street, dog in tow, and rang the neighbors’ doorbell. After about a minute and no reply, I slowly walked away, only to spin back around at the sound of a door opening.

“Hey Lunalletta,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Whatcha doin’ here?” I smiled and quickly explained my situation, relieved to have help. After I finished, Mrs. Reyes nodded and told me to wait while she went inside and got wipes for my feet.  When she came back, I quickly wiped my feet clean of any chemicals. After that, we headed off towards my house.

As my garage door slowly rose upwards, Mrs. Reyes inquired as to whether or not I would head upstairs with her. Deciding I owed it to her to at least offer backup, I told her that I was going upstairs. She nodded her head before tromping up to the second floor, rolled-up newspaper in hand. I followed along, attempting to keep the dog behind me to no avail. As Senna darted past us into the other room, we started looking for the bee. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, preparing me for the battle that was about to take place. Suddenly, Senna came trotting back into the room, snorting violently and shaking her head. Terrified, I stood rooted to the spot as Mrs. Reyes rushed into the other room, ready to take on the furious yellow intruder.

The two foes faced each other, both waiting to see who would make the first move. Suddenly, Mrs. Reyes went in for the attack. She swung her newspaper with speed and strength, but the bee dodged out of the way before it could be smashed. It went straight for her face, but Mrs. Reyes was ready. She took a couple steps back before grabbing the newspaper with both hands and bringing it down one, two, three times, crushing her attacker.

I stood there, mouth agape as Mrs. Reyes walked over to the trash can and scraped the bee off her now bloodied weapon. When she turned back around, Mrs. Reyes smiled at me, and my mouth seemed to finally unfreeze. Praise and thanks tumbled unbroken from my lips, momentarily overwhelming her. However, once she had absorbed what I said, she scooped me into a hug.

“Anytime, sweetie!” Mrs. Reyes chirped. As we walked down the stairs, she tucked the newspaper into her back pocket.  We said goodbye, and I pressed the button to shut the garage. Suddenly, I realized I still held the wipes she had lent me. “THE WIPES!” I yelled, and chucked them through the gap underneath the door. The last thing I heard before the garage completely closed was a burst of laughter, then silence.