#i can happily put it on the mason tag

[pulisicsgirl]

his girls (pt. 2) - christian pulisic

summary: Y/N goes into labor while watching one of Christian's games, and he is the sweetest, most supportive husband through the entire process

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings/tags: brief mentions of morning sickness, descriptions of hospitals and childbirth, a bit of sweet, dad!puli fluff, best friend!mason being the best ever

requested: yes!! here

notes: here's the part two of that request! I changed the end of it to give it a little bit more of a realistic timeline, but I hope you still like it! I have several Mason requests in my inbox, so I'll be working on those soon! Thank you all for reading!

read part one here

You took a long look at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, trying to make sense of the strange feeling that had been hanging over your head from the moment you woke up. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You couldn’t even identify what you were feeling—it wasn’t anxiety or dread, it wasn’t a giddiness or excitement. It was just there.

Your belly got in the way as you bent over the sink, washing out your mouth and tossing your toothbrush in the cup, now a mere two weeks from the fateful due date. As you stood back up, a dull aching that began in your lower back spread across the bottom of your round belly. You steadied yourself on the sink, pressing a hand to your stomach with a frown on your face.

This was new.

Before you could think too much about it, the bathroom door opened, revealing Christian, dressed and ready to leave. Chelsea had a home game today, and it was nearing time for him to leave in order to be there in time for warm-ups and such.

“Hey, I’m about to—are you okay?” Concern instantly washed over his face as your slightly hunched over posture. He stepped to your side, steadying you with one hand on your waist and the other on the side of your belly.

You forced a smile on your face, determined to reassure him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you spoke, but Christian didn’t miss the hesitation in your tone. “She’s just kicking really hard this morning.”

His eyes seemed to search every part of your face for several long moments—he wasn’t convinced, but also didn’t want to be pushy. He finally lets out a sigh, breathing a short “okay” before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he can with your belly in between the two of you before he speaks again.

“I’m about to leave, but Mason will be here in a couple of hours to pick you up for the game, okay?”

You nodded, beaming up at your husband. This was the first time in the last few months that you felt halfway decent during the week leading up to a home game, and after a lot of persuasion on your part, you convinced Christian that you would be fine if you attended the game. You missed watching him play from the seats of Stamford Bridge, and you wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

Knowing this, Christian had agreed, with the stipulation that Mason, who wasn’t currently playing due to injury, would pick you up, drive you to the stadium, and stay with you for the duration of the game. Mason had happily agreed to these terms, excited to get to spend time with you, as the two of you had become good friends over the years. Once the plan had been set in place, the excitement had overtaken you for the last couple of days, excited to finally be getting out and doing something that felt normal again.

“Alright, I’ll see you before kickoff, then,” Christian smiled down at you, placing a heartfelt kiss to your lips before he released you from his arms. He quickly knelt in front of you, kissing your stomach. “You be good today, alright?”

He stood and, after kissing you once more, walked out of the bathroom to leave for the stadium. As soon as you heard the front door close behind him, you let out a long groan as another wave of sharp pain passed across your belly. You leaned down, resting your forehead on the bathroom counter as you bent at the waist, hoping to stretch your back or your hips in some way to relieve some of the pain.

As quickly as it came, the pain passed, and you stood up straight once again, letting out a long breath. You were determined to make it to this game today. You certainly missed attending them, but more importantly, you knew Christian missed having you there (though he would never say it, unwilling to make you feel guilty for being so sick these last few months).

You changed into some comfortable maternity leggings and a XL Chelsea jersey with “PULISIC” written across the shoulders—one Christian had bought you a couple of months ago when he realized that you wouldn’t be able to wear any of yours (or his, for that matter). You then spent most of the next couple of hours laying on the couch, flat on your back, trying to breathe through short waves of pain as they continued to come and go.

You had convinced yourself that they were just false contractions, “Braxton Hicks,” as your doctor had explained them. They weren’t close together, so it was probably fine. Nothing to worry about at all.

That didn’t change the fact that they hurt like hell.

The doorbell rang and, being too lazy to get up an walk over to the front door, you simply yelled “it’s open!” down the hallway, knowing it would be Mason arriving to drive you to Stamford Bridge.

“Hey, there stranger!” Mason quipped, walking into the living room with a bounce in his step. You giggled at his remark, greeting him in return. “How have you been?”

“Oh, this little one is keeping me on my toes, but I’m doing alright,” you smiled at him, figuring he didn’t need all the details of your morning sickness, swollen ankles, or the copious number of times that you had to pee during the night.

You slowly rolled onto your side, something that had become normal for you as your pregnancy progressed—the extra weight and large belly certainly limited your mobility. Mason smiled at you, offering his hands to help you into a sitting position, which you gladly accepted.

Sitting on the edge of the cushion, you grabbed one of your sneakers, which you were glad you had the forethought to leave next to the couch before you laid down. You bent awkwardly, attempting to slip the shoe onto your foot.

“Need some help?” Mason asked sweetly.

“Would you mind?” you replied, feeling a little embarrassed. But Mason was already kneeling on the carpet next to your feet, taking the shoe from your hand. “Christian usually has to and up doing this for me, these days.” The two of you laughed.

Mason tied the laces of your sneakers, being sure to check with you to make sure they were neither too tight or too loose. He stood and helped you to your feet next to him, pulling you into a quick hug, since he hadn’t had the chance to do so when he first greeted you and you thanked him for his help.

You grabbed your bag (which Mason quickly snatched from your hands and tossed over his own shoulder), and the two of you walked out the front door.

Before you knew it, you had made it into Stamford Bridge, passing through security, walking through a few hallways before you found your way to the private box behind the players’ bench. You were able to catch Christian before he ran out onto the field to start the game, giving him a quick kiss and wishing him luck for the upcoming 90 minutes. He still seemed concerned with your slightly abnormal behavior, but you brushed him off again, sending him back to his team. He sent Mason a quick thanks, knowing that you would be in good hands, did his best to push his concern for you to the back of his mind, and left to go line up in the tunnel.

You settled into the hard stadium seats next to Mason, watching as the players filed out onto the pitch in two lines. The usual anthem played and the players greeted one another before they lined up for the opening whistle.

You watched Christian as he bounced on his toes, stretching lightly before the game began and shaking his hands to rid himself of any nerves. A sharp gasp left your lips as the pain returned, this time more intense than you had expected it to be.

Mason noticed this, and his eyebrows were furrowed in concern when you looked over at his face. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you repeated the lie you had told Christian that morning and turned back to face the pitch, unable to look him in the eye. You tried to breathe slowly through your nose to keep from ringing any more alarm bells in Mason’s head. The whistle blew, and the players began moving around the pitch, passing the ball between them.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes into the game before the pain returned, a sharp pain that spread across your lower back, your pelvis—all of it. Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed Mason’s arm that was resting on the armrest next to you. The soft whimper that left your lips, paired with your grip on his arm, caused Mason to turn quickly to you. Your eyebrows were drawn together, lips pressed into a line, and he knew something wasn’t right with you.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

You could hear the concern in his voice, though you couldn’t see his face, your eyes shut tightly. You didn’t reply for a moment, just trying to make it through the wave of pain. You felt Mason’s hand on you knee, rubbing it slowly as he wasn’t sure what to do to help you.

It finally subsided, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You blinked your eyes open, and found Mason’s eyes wide with concern for you. “What’s going on?” he repeated.

“I just…” you sighed. “I’ve been feeling some pain this morning, but I figured they were just Braxton Hicks contractions, but… I’m not so sure now.” Mason could see the fear in your eyes, and he felt helpless, not knowing what to do to help the situation.

“Would it help to get up? Maybe walk around a bit?” he suggested the first thing he could think of. You nodded and he helped you out of your seat, guiding you out of the box down into the player lounge.

Mason sat on one of the benches, bouncing his leg erratically. His eyes flickered back and forth between a screen that was showing the game and you, walking slowly up and down the lounge. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by watching you as you paced, but he was too worried to take his eyes off of you for longer than a few seconds.

Meanwhile, you were doing your best to take long, slow breaths—in through your nose, out through your mouth. The pain came and went, but your slow walking seemed to be helping the slightest bit.

After a few minutes, Mason approached you. “How you feeling?” he asked hesitantly.

“A little better,” you spoke, but seemingly too soon. You winced as another surge of pain began, and Mason reached out to hold you by your arms in order to keep you steady.

One moment, you were breathing through the pain, holding tightly to Mason’s forearms. The next, you felt a rush of fluid between your legs, soaking the material of your leggings. Your heart sank, blood running cold as you looked up at Mason with wide eyes.

This couldn’t be happening.

No, you thought, it’s still two weeks until the due date. But that didn’t seem to matter. The fact was: your water had just broken and this baby was coming.

Your heart began pounding, and Mason quickly guided you to one of the benches, sitting you down as he took control of the situation. “You stay right here. Don’t move, okay?” He squeezed your arms gently as he sat you down, trying to pull you from the state of shock you seemed to be in. “Just breathe. I’m gonna go get Christian.” He kissed the top of your head, stepping away from you to jog to the door that you knew led to the tunnel.

Mason grabbed the first employee he could find. “Go to Frank Lampard and tell him he needs to sub Christian Pulisic off right now. It’s an emergency!” They seemed confused but nodded anyway. They headed down the tunnel to speak to the coach, and Mason ran quickly to the locker room, collecting the things from Christian’s cubby before running back to your side.

He sat Christian’s bag on the bench before sitting next to you, taking your hand in his as you breathed through a new contraction. He placed his freed hand on your back, rubbing soft circles into it.

Out on the pitch, a noise of confusion passed over the crowd as the official lifted the board over his head with a Chelsea player at his side, signaling that a substitution was being made. A glowing number 10 on the board told everyone that Christian was being subbed off after only 15 minutes. The fans were confused and frustrated, a chorus of boos ringing out at the coaching staff’s decision.

The substitution was as much of a surprise to Christian as it was to everyone else. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, seeming offended by the early substitution. As he jogged over to the sideline, he tried to discern why he would be taken off so soon. He had felt that he was having a pretty good game so far, getting a couple good crosses and creating a few chances.

He patted his teammate on the back as he crossed over the sideline, still slightly angry.

He tried to brush past Lampard to get to the bench, figuring he could work it out at halftime, but Frank grabbed him by the upper arm before he could pass him.

“Mason said we needed to get you off the pitch. Said it was an emergency,” he spoke quietly to Christian, hand covering his mouth to preserve any privacy he could.

A chill ran down Christian’s spine at his words. “I gotta go,” he spoke to the gaffer, eyes wide.

Frank nodded, with a quick,  “Go. They’re in the lounge.” He had caught up with Christian after returning to the club and knew the situation.

Christian barely waited for his response, running down the tunnel, leaving behind a stadium full of confused fans.

When he barges into the lounge, he find you and Mason sitting on the bench. Your eyes are closed and you’re breathing slowly as Mason runs his thumb over your knuckles. Christian is instantly at your side, kneeling on the floor in front of you as he takes your free hand into his.

“Hey, baby,” he did his best to slow his racing heart, wanting to be strong for you.

“Hey,” you replied with a pained giggle at his heavy breathing.

“Is this happening right now?” He squeezed your knee gently.

“I think so, yeah,” you laughed.

He stood, kissing your forehead before he pulled his sneakers out of his bag, changing out of his boots and tall socks, shoving them back into the bag. He helped you to your feet. “Ready to go?” he asked and you nodded in response, unable to stop the nerves that were settling in your stomach. “Alright, let’s do this,” he smiled at you in his best attempt to be encouraging.

“Best of luck, you guys,” Mason spoke, hugging you both. “You’re gonna do great,” he said while you were in his arms. He spoke to both you and Christian but squeezed your shoulders to reassure you especially.

Christian took your hand in his, guiding you to the back exit of the stadium. He moved quickly, sure to be cautious of your situation as he tossed his bag in the back before helping you into the passenger seat.

The drive to the hospital was quiet. No music played as Christian held your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb when he heard you breathing heavily due to another contraction. His fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited for the traffic light to turn green.

Once you had arrived at the hospital, it was a whirlwind of events. Christian led you inside, explaining to the receptionist what was happening, and in an instant, they had you in a wheelchair, placing a ID band on your wrist and wheeling you to a hospital room. Before long they had you in a hospital gown, hooked up to all sorts of monitors and a nurse had come in to place an IV in your arm.

It all felt like it was happening too fast. Your head was spinning, overwhelmed by the sudden changes combined with the numerous emotions running through you right now. You were scared for the birthing process, excited to meet your little girl, worried that something would go wrong, hoping that your baby was healthy. Another contraction tore through you, and they were getting more intense and more frequent as time passed.

Christian pulled you from your spinning thoughts, sitting on the edge of your bed. His palm caressed your cheek softly, pulling your attention to him.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m here with you, okay?” he reassured you. He could practically see the thoughts swirling in a cloud above your head as your eyes had been darting around the room of busy nurses as they prepared for the arrival of your little girl. A nurse stood at your bedside, hanging a bag of IV fluids to keep you hydrated. Another was wheeling in a small cot for the baby to be placed in upon her arrival. Another was organizing various tools on a cart near the edge of the room, ensuring that the doctor would have anything they may need.

Christian’s thumb stroked gently across your cheekbone. Your eyes finally settled on his soft features, and you immediately felt a little more grounded.

“What do you need right now?”

“I… I don’t know,” you breathed.

“That’s okay,” he smiled at you, kissing your forehead in hopes of calming your nerves. He rested his forehead on yours, keeping your attention on him instead of the anxiety-inducing whirlwind in the room around you. “You’re doing great.”

You smiled at him, taking a deep breath as you looked into each other’s eyes. The moment that you shared calmed your racing heart, signified by the slowed beeping of the heart monitor.

Unbeknownst to you both, an older nurse in the room had noticed the change, turning to see the two of you, foreheads pressed together as Christian whispered softly to you. She nudged the nurse next to her, a younger girl who was in the first years of her career, tilting her head toward the bed. The two of them shared a knowing look, smiling to themselves as they quietly went back to their work.

After the initial frenzy of getting checked in and put into a room, labor turned out to be a long, slow, and miserable process. Fitting, you thought, after the kind of pregnancy you’d had. The doctor had come in a few times to greet you and Christian and did a couple of exams to see how far along you were. Progress is slow, but it’s there, she’d told you.

Christian had changed out of his football kit and called both of your families to let them know what was going on, promising to keep them updated as things progressed. After that, he hadn’t left your side, holding your hand through long, painful contractions and feeding you ice chips in between.

After a long contraction ended, you began to relax, taking a breath and looking over to where he was sitting in a chair by your bed, elbows resting on the mattress while he held your hand in both of his. His soft brown eyes shone in the soft lighting, and you admired the freckles scattered over his nose and cheeks.

You pulled your hand from his, reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin. He held your wrist, turning his head to quickly place a kiss to your palm. You felt your eyes get misty, tears springing to the surface.

“Thank you for being here,” you whispered, your lower lip wobbling as you spoke. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he beamed at you, reaching across your body to hold your free hand. “I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

“I love you, too Christian.” Before you could finish your sentence, another contraction began and you screwed your eyes shut, unable to stop the whimper that you let out. You felt Christian press his lips to your temple, now standing next to your head. He began whispering words of encouragement into your ears, talking you through the contraction.

A few more hours passed, and you were getting restless. You were desperate to be rid of the nearly constant discomfort and pain that you were feeling—desperate to hold your baby girl in your arms. You had gotten out of bed a couple of times, walking a couple of laps through the halls of the hospital with Christian after the doctor told you it could help relieve the intensity of your contractions and help move the progression of labor along more quickly. Christian walked slowly at your side, stopping and supporting you by your arms when another contraction would come.

Finally, back in the room, the doctor examined you one final time, letting you know that you were fully dilated and it was time to start pushing.

Anxiety ran through you immediately. Sure, you had spent the entire day wishing to be at this point so you could be finished with the whole process, but now, you were terrified.

Christian noticed the sudden change in your demeanor as the hospital staff began moving around the room again, preparing for your baby’s impending arrival. He took your face in his hands as he stood by the bed.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he repeated the same encouragement he gave you a few hours ago. “You can do this. I’m gonna be right here the whole time, okay? I’ve got you.” You nodded in response, but he could still see the worry in your eyes.

Everything was ready. The doctor was sitting in a chair at your feet, your legs placed in the stirrups of the bed. She talked you through what was about to happen, telling you to go ahead and push the next time you felt a contraction. You glanced towards Christian, and he smiled at you softly, nodding his head in encouragement. It wasn’t long before the first contraction hit and you begin pushing, crying out at the pain that seemed to tear its way through you.

Christian kept his promise, standing at your side the whole time. He held your hand, encouraging you to squeeze it as tightly as you needed to. He pressed soft kisses to your now-sweaty forehead, mumbling sweet encouragements in your ear about how incredible you were and how soon you were going to be able to hold your little girl.

What felt like hours (but had likely only been 20 minutes or so) had passed, and Christian could tell you were losing motivation. The nurses were doing their best to encourage you, patting your leg and cheering you on. It was a difficult process, but he thought you were doing it perfectly. You had never looked more beautiful than you did right now, he thought, in a drab, plain hospital gown, with sweat beading over your forehead, causing stray hairs to stick to it.

“I can see her head!” the doctor smiled up at the two of you from her seat at the end of the bed. “Keep going! You’re almost there!” With a renewed determination, you pushed hard, letting out a loud groan. Christian continued mumbling encouragement in your ear, using his free hand to brush the hairs out of your face, stroking his hand lovingly over then top of your head.

“One more! You’re almost done!” the doctor called out between contractions.

You breathed heavily, trying to relax in the short time of relief you had before the next contraction came.

“She’s almost here, baby! You’re doing amazing!” Christian said excitedly to you, a smile spreading over his face at the idea that you would be meeting your baby so soon. He brought your hand to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of it. He gave it a quick squeeze, encouraging you to make it through these last few moments.

It was another whirlwind of movement and emotions as you gave one final push and your baby was finally born. Her cries rang out into the room, and a wave of relief crashed over you. The doctor quickly placed the baby on your chest, a couple of soft towels wrapped around her as one of the nurses wiped over her face.

Several nurses called out their congratulations and encouragement, but you were just looking down at your baby.

Your little girl.

Her eyes were clamped shut, mouth open as she continued to wail. Her tiny fingers were grabbing at the skin of your chest as you held her tightly to you. You patted her back, trying to soothe her crying.

When you looked over at Christian, there were tears spilling down his cheeks, leaving trails in their wake that shone in the light. You used your thumb to wipe away another tear that had fallen. He brought his hand up to rest over yours on your baby’s back. She began to slowly calm down, her loud cries reduced to soft whimpers and coos, and you were sure the was the most adorable noise you had ever heard.

An hour later, Christian was sitting in the hospital bed beside you, cradling his daughter in his arms as you rested your head on his shoulder.

The nurses had taken her briefly to get her cleaned up. The umbilical cord had been cut and the placenta delivered. The doctor had gotten you cleaned up, stating that the birth had gone very well, with almost no unexpected damage done to your body, and you had finally been able to eat again.

You had fed your baby for the first time, and Christian marveled at the sight of it, enamored with the fact that you were able to produce your own milk to nourish her.

Christian had called some friends and family to let them know that the baby was here, and both of your parents were on their way over to meet their new granddaughter.

But for now, it was just the three of you: you, your loving husband, and your sweet, tiny daughter.

Christian put his arm around your shoulders, and you laid your head on his bare chest looking down to the sleeping baby. After a nurse had begun explaining the importance of skin-to-skin contact for bonding in the early days of your baby’s life, Christian had quickly torn his shirt over his head before taking the baby in his arms and cradling her against his chest. So now, he held you both in his arms, feeling his daughter’s soft breaths on his chest. You brought your hand up, nudging her hand, and she immediately wrapped her tiny little fingers around one of yours.

His heart seemed to swell with pride, feeling like it had grown 3 sizes that day. He thought that it couldn’t possibly be big enough to hold all of the love he felt for you both, feeling it spill over. His eyes felt misty as he looked down at you, wiggling your finger to bounce her hand slightly.

He kissed the top of your head, squeezing you both a little tighter. He felt completely content there with both of you in his arms.

His girls.

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cmpulisic Here's to the second girl that ever stole my heart

Baby girl is happy and healthy, and momma did amazing

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kpulisic She is the sweetest!

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yourbff congratulations!! 🫶

chelseafc newest member of the squad congrats to you both!

deedee_pulisic so excited to meet my niece!! happy for you both! 🤍

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[fruchtfliege]

wip tuesday 🐺

tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves and @opheliathiams !! Thanks guys :))

Theo pushes Liam down on his seat again with an eye roll he can't quite do now because he needs to drive and control Liam somehow.  

Thankfully, Mason finally answers the phone call – which they can all easily hear since Liam put it on speaker – and Liam is instantly distracted from his previous frustration with Lori by the voice of his best friend.

“What's up?” The sound of Mason’s staticy voice fills up the moving car. 

“Are you with Corey?” Liam asks, obviously excited to bring the whole gang to the fast food restaurant. “Do you want to go to McDonald's? I'm with-”

“I thought you said you had a date with Theo tonight-”

Liam hangs up. 

Frozen in his seat, Liam stares at his phone and nothing else. His heart stops beating. He's dying. He's already dead. 

“Is there any chance you didn't hear that?” Liam whispers even if he’s not sure why. He can't look anywhere else but his own thighs to confirm it. His face is all flushed. Theo and him never used the "d" word before...

“I heard it,” Alec happily chimes in. 

“Me too!” Lori exclaims with amusement in her voice.

Liam closes his eyes and curses. “Thanks, guys.” 

His phone rings again. It's Mason. Uh. Sure! Might as well!

“Yep?” Liam asks, still not looking at Theo. 

“Did you hang up? Something broke the line,” Mason says and his voice is even more staticy so he must be talking from his car’s bluetooth. 

“That was Liam's last crumb of dignity,” Lori informs him from the backseat. 

“What? Lori, what are you- Oh…” Mason says and his tone has everything of an apology. 

“Hey, Mason,” Theo greets him and the humor in his tone finally makes Liam open his eyes and look at him. But only for a second. God, he looks so beautiful and fucking annoying!

“Hey, Theo…” Mason says a bit shamefully. He clears his throat. “So big plans tonight, uh?” 

“Nevermind, you're uninvited to McDonald's! Eat whatever with Corey, I don't care!” Liam rambles quickly before hanging up again. 

Hearing a small chuckle, Liam turns his head and sees Theo who's obviously very amused. It's a small relief. Still, Liam lets himself fall into the seat without another word. If a big bad creature wanted to strike, now would be a great time!

No pressure tags: @aristarr @honestlydarkprincess @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb @theoceanismyinkwell

[landoncrris]

Hi love, I’m the one with the memory-loss-writing-idea. I wrote a little beginning. If it’s any good and you’re interested I would continue it :) hope you have a lovely weekend! xxx

*TW: memory loss and accident are mentioned

You were sat in a little booth, squeezed in between Sophia and Paula with some other friends right next to her. They were laughing, sharing inside jokes and having the time of their lives. The drinks in front of you were topped up every now and then and you would have been able to enjoy all of it just as much as they were, if it wasn’t for this one essential detail: You didn’t know them and their stories and jokes. Well, you did know them, you just couldn’t remember any of their faces or voices.

Because of a studiply drunk supporter at the Bridge, you had ended up being admitted to the hospital instead of celebrating the win with Mason and his family. You had hit your head pretty hard and alongside a gash right over your brow and a concussion, you also had to deal with severe memory loss. Lost memories that your doctors weren’t sure would fully return. You couldn’t remember anything from the last 2 to 3 years and since you had met most of your London friends during that timespan they all were strangers to you now. Including Mason. You were certain that you would never get over the look on his face the second he realised you weren’t joking and that you truly didn’t remember him. To you he was a stranger standing in your hospital room insisting on him being your boyfriend. He left your room devastated and in tears, with his perfect life shattered right in front of him.

*

Mason’s head snapped up the second his ringtone blared through the living room. It had only been two hours since he dropped you off at the club where you met some friends and while he had told you to call him whenever you wanted to be picked up, he was surprised it happened this soon. “Hi.”, he said, picking up the phone. “Are you okay?” The music was booming in the background and he could make out Sophia’s laugh in the background. Something that calmed him a little, knowing you were still with your friends and not on your own outside calling him. “I’m fine. I just want to go home. Can you pick me up?” His heart skipped a beat at you saying the word ‘home’. It was bittersweet to him. You’d moved in with him shortly before the accident, but because you didn’t remember any of your shared past, he knew that his flat might only be your home for so long.

You were somewhat forced into living with him after leaving the hospital. The doctors had made it very clear that you weren’t allowed to stay on your own and that a familiar environment – you had only laughed at that – would help your recovery. Within the weeks you had spent in the hospital Sophia had managed to earn some of your trust. She knew you needed someone by your side and did everything possible to make you see that she only wanted to be there for you. It took you a while, but eventually you gave in. Rationality winning over stubbornness and fear, because you were very aware of how much you needed someone to help you. Sophia was also the one who convinced you to live with Mason. There had been the thought of you moving in with her and Kai, but she hoped that Mason and the love he had for you would bring your memories back. She promised to only be one call away and while Mason was training at Cobham she came over to keep your spirits high and an eye on you. Yet, you were only meant to stay a week at Mason’s and with only a day left, this week was coming to an end rather quickly. A fact that plagued his mind nearly every second of every minute of every day. He couldn’t imagine being without you in his life, but he surely had to come to terms to that thought sooner rather than later.

hiii bestie!! so thank you again for sharing this with me/us, i really enjoyed reading this you have a true talent ngl!! like i really hope you continue writing this because i loved it and am really excited for how it could go on :’) manifesting a happy ending tho

[ladymarycrawley]

Chelsea FC Nursery - Mason Mount

Request: Is so basically one day you got called in to work and no one could look after your daughter who is about 1 so mason has to take her in to work and at first she is scared of everyone but then she warms up to everyone by the end of the day she doesn’t want to leave

Warning: pure fluff 💕 (a lil bday gift for the loveliest @masterclassbaby 🌟)

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​ @masterclassbaby​

Having a baby and having to deal with super busy working schedules wasn’t something ideal for newparents. Most of the time you succeeded in organizing everything perfectly: bath and feeding time, taking her to the doctors and everything in between but some other things got more complicated meaning you had to deal with unplanned surprises such as your boss unexpectedly calling you into work when it should have been your day off.

“You said you’d have been off today” Your boyfriend whined as his eyes were following you, rushing to get ready and have a decent look to get into work.

“Yeah baby, I know but that pain in the arse of my boss said he needed me asap” You huffed, struggling to put your wool sweater on and therefore swearing about putting your head in the wrong hole.

Mason bit on his lips as your frantic moves caused him to smile but he knew that seeing him smirking somehow amused would have gotten you on your nerves.

“What about Lyla? I’ve training…” He scratched the back of his neck, racking his brain to think about what to do with your baby girl: should he have called Lewis and asked him to look after his niece? 

“Fuck” You breathed out while swiftly checking if you got everything you needed in your bag. “I can’t take her with me, even though I’d love to” Lyla was sitting on the ground, peacefully playing with her toys, as you placed the look of love upon her.

“I guess I’ll came up with something” Mason muttered, holding your coat out for you to wear it as you were putting on your boots.

“Thanks” You addressed a little smile to your man, the man that never failed to make you feel loved. Gratefulness filled your heart during every moment you would spend with him, even during these harder time where those loving feelings could have been the last thing among your priorities.

You shared a quick peck before kissing Lyla goodbye. “I’ll see you tonight babies, love you!” 

“Bye! We love you!” He shouted back at you before closing the front door and looking at his daughter with a mixture of fear and hassle in his eyes.

“Okay bubs, what should I do with you? Mhh?” Mason clearly didn’t expect for his one year old baby to answer his question so the puzzled look she gave him elicited a laughter from him.

“Come here” That baby, the result of your love, was everything to him. He loved her to the moon and back and would have climbed the highest mountain in the world to see her smile.

“Mama?” Her little voice echoed in the room, calling for you.

“She had to go, baby, we’ll try to see if uncle Lewis can come over” Mason took his phone out of his pocket to dial his older brother’s number but he forgot he was out of town meaning he couldn’t have taken up his uncle and babysitter duties. He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. Things were harder than expected.

“Dada?”

“Cool…what should we do now?”

At that moment an idea came up to him like a genius stroke: he could have taken Lyla with him to Cobham so she would have plenty of babysitters who could look after her.

"Okay baby, you know what? Today you'll come to work with daddy, are you happy?" He was beaming with eagerness thanks to his idea, the best idea he could think of.

"Yes!" She squealed, wiggling her hands in the air happily, mostly to match the enthusiastic tone of her dad.

"You'll meet a lot of new friends, uncle Ben will be there…You'll love it" He tried to encourage her by listing all the cons about this new experience as he dressed her in an adorable grey tracksuit matching his own.

Lyla looked a little confused because, even being this young, she sensed that day wasn't going to be an ordinary one, most of all because her mum wasn’t there with her.

"Mummy?"

"She's at work, love, but she'll come back soon"

Even though she was definitely a daddy’s girl, she wanted to share that special day she was going to live with you but you weren’t there and that was kind of upsetting for your baby.

When Mason took his phone to dial Potter’s number to ask whether it was okay for him to bring his daughter to training, Lyla started trotting around the living room looking for you: she looked behind the sofa, underneath the cushions, under the table but you were nowhere to be found.

“Lyla love, what are you doing?”

“Mama”

If you listened closely you could hear Mason’s heart beat getting faster as he hated breaking his little one’s.

“You’ll see her in a couple of hours, sweetheart. You’ll have a lot of fun with dada!” He stated while preparing the tiny, pink glitter backpack with all her stuff.

At that moment, your doorbell rang and she lifted her head towards it expecting you to enter the house. It was uncle Ben instead, as Mason asked him to go to training together so the baby would have faced the new experience better but that wasn’t the case as she started crying when she realised it wasn’t her mum the one at the door.

“Hey princess, why are you crying? It’s me!” Ben asked, taking her in his arms and lifting her up in the air.

Mason huffed, shaking his head in despair as the last thing he wanted was making his child cry.

“She’s not happy about going to Chelsea nursery” Ben chuckled, kissing her temple sweetly.

“Nope, apparently not” Mason chuckled back, giving Lyla her dummy in the hope she would calm down a bit while holding her favourite plushie.

“Shall we go? We’re running late”

Mason nodded and put his training bag on his shoulder as he grabbed the pink bag with the other hand.

“You look so hot with the glitter bag” Ben teased him.

“Shut up, I drip too hard” Mason answered in kind, making his friend laugh out loud.

The two friends and teammates drove together to Cobham ready to train with the rest of the squad. The moment you got in the car Lyla stopped crying, looking out of the window quite intrigued about what the next destination would have been.

“We’re going to a beautiful place” Mason kissed her cheek, her big brown eyes looking all around while hugging her teddy bear tightly.

When they entered the training centre the first ones to welcome them were Kepa and Jorginho who grinned widely when their eyes fell on the baby girl in Mason’s arms.

“Look who’s here, hi baby girl” Jorgi took Lyla’s tiny hands in his.

“She seems a bit scared” Kepa giggled “hola guapa!”

“Yeah, she’s. Y/N got called into work and no one could stay home with her so I asked the gaffer if I could take her here” The Chelsea midfielder explained to his teammates.

“Dada” She moaned nuzzling in her dad’s neck.

“Daddy’s here, baby” He whispered into her ear as Ben smiled at her, brushing his hand against her leg affectionately.

"Oh there she is, our new staff member" Potter made his entrance in the room with that little joke about your baby.

"Yeah, thanks coach. She's a really quiet girl, I promise that"

"Yes, I just hope she's taken after her mother then" He moved closer to say hi to her but she got scared and nuzzled against Mason's neck once again. 

"She isn't anything like her father, mister" Ben joked, earning a glare from Mason as he really loved when people would notice the things he and his baby had in common instead of his best friend mocking him.

“Okay, I love having this little miss here with us but we should start working”

That was a good occasion for Mason to combine business with pleasure as he would train while keeping an eye on the most important thing he had, making some grimaces every now and then to make her laugh.

Once the training was over, all the Chelsea boys came to play with Lyla, Ben, Christian and Kepa in particular. The little girl already knew Mason’s football best friend but as soon as she met the American player she only had eyes for him: they laughed a lot together, even forgetting about her dad who was the love of her life.

Mason couldn’t have been happier about hearing his daughter’s careless laughters filling the room but he would have lied to himself if he would say that interaction didn't make him any jealous.

“Lyla love, it’s time to go home!”

“No!!” She protested, wiggling her tiny legs as she was playing hide and seek with the boys.

“Come on love, mummy would be home soon!” He tried to convince her by talking about her mummy, the most important woman of your lives.

“Come on Lyla, we’ll go on playing another day!” Christian tried to help Mason, giggling when she didn’t want to leave his hand.

“Well you forgot about your beloved dad rather quickly, you ungrateful child” Mason muttered as taking her in his arms, smiling against her temple before kissing it.

The whole Chelsea staff laughed at his joke before waving the loving baby their goodbyes.

"I'm home!" You sang before closing the front door behind you. The first thing you saw was your baby trying to "run" to you and it was the best, cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Hello baby! Come to mummy" You took her in your arms, peppering kisses all over her face.

Mason, who had the biggest grin ever hearing the two of you laugh wholeheartedly, made his way to you, to welcome you back.

"Look who's there"

"Hello mummy" He whispered against your lips, his voice a bit husky.

"Hello daddy" You replied to him in the same tone before giving each other a kiss.

"How was your day?"

"Tell mummy where did daddy take you"

"Where did you go??"

"To Cobham!"

"To - what?"

"Yeah, it was like take your children to work day"

"Mason" You glared at him, knowing full well that wasn’t the truth.

"I had no choice, Y/N as nobody could come and look after her"

"We should start looking for a babysitter" You sighed, placing your baby back on the ground. 

"No way"

"How dared you take my baby in that place?" You chuckled, placing your coat back on the hanger.

"We met a lot of new people and there was also uncle Ben!" Mason sounded way more excited than Lyla really was or should have been, from her dad's point of view.

Your daughter still had that look of confusion on her face, her eyes kind of tired and puffy from the amount of emotions she experienced that day. You smiled looking at her, taking her back in your arms.

"It was a busy day, wasn't it baby?" You cooed in her ear as she rubbed her little fist against her chocolate brown eyes, the same as her dad.

"Bedtime princess! Come on, let's go" Mason stated with his arms out for you to pass her to him.

"Did you already have dinner?"

"Yep, we ate some pasta daddy made and we watched a film we've never saw: Frozen" He rolled his eyes and said the last part of the sentence feigning annoyance with her baby watching the same cartoon over and over again.

"Oh really?" You answered giggling.

"Have you ever seen it? It's good actually"

"How many times did you watch it this week?" You asked, your mouth at the corner of his lips.

"That must've been the seventh time this week" He muttered smirking, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled as your gaze laid on your baby yawning.

"Good night, baby. Mummy loves you so much" You pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting her go with her dad upstairs.

While he was tucking Lyla in, you changed into your warm and soft pajamas, a big smile on your face as you couldn't have imagined a better life for you to live with such special people by your side you were lucky to call yours.

Mason came back in less than ten minutes, smirking. 

"What's that face for?"

He shrugged and hugged you from behind.

"She wanted her mama to sleep with her, I told her you were coming so she closed her eyes and started snoring one minute after"

You chuckled, your fingers grazing his forearms in soothing circles.

"You tricked her"

"It's for her good"

Mason pressed a kiss right under your jaw, making you shiver "Plus I needed her mama too…"

You turned to face him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You missed me?"

"You have no idea" He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I always miss you. I really wanted you to see her becoming friend with Christian and all the other lads…I think she has a soft spot for him"

"I missed you too…well, she's good taste, I guess she's taken from me" You blinked, clearly referring to you liking Mason.

"I guess, but I feel betrayed. I have to be her prince"

His line as a jealous father, madly in love with his daughter, made you chuckle, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.

"You'll always be her prince but let's say metaphorically"

It was his turn to laugh as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your vanilla conditioner he loved before pressing a kiss on your nape.

"You've a point there"

The two of you stayed like that in silence for while, Mason’s hands squeezing your hips and moving them along your back. 

"But I'll always be your prince, right?"

"Always" You trailed your lips along his stubble quite teasingly. You thought all those dad duties made him look even hotter than he already was so being away from him all that time was pure torture.

Sharing some intimate moments for the two of you had gotten more difficult since the birth of your princess but you always made sure to have some it was during moments like that where she was asleep in her own bed, that you knew you should have seized the opportunity. Mason started sucking on your neck’s sensitive skin as a sound which was something in between a laughter and a moan escaped your lips.

When his fingers slipped inside your pajama bottoms, Lyla’s cry got your attention and made you jump.

“Lyla’s crying” You whined, worried about your baby but also a bit annoyed with her worst timing.

Mason huffed and kept his hands to himself. “Hold on baby, daddy’s coming!” He shouted on his way to her bedroom “We’re just trying to give you a sibling, you could show some respect” He muttered out loud, knowing that would have made you laugh.

“Mase!!” You called his name with the intention of scolding him but the laugh his line and his bothered face caused you, made your intention fail.

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Lie To Me

Summary: Maybe the relationship wasn’t going to well after Mason came back from his holiday, especially after the truth came out.  

Song: High 5SOS Quote: “But I don’t love you,”

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“You’re so pretty.” Mason mumbled as he traced his finger down the bridge of your nose, your eyes fluttering as a warm smile made it onto your face, breathing in the moment of the love of your life being back home with you, no longer in Dubai where he’s been for two weeks. He was back home with you, expressing the love he missed sharing with you.

His lips touched your nose, and you felt your heart flutter at the sweet gesture of his, whilst his thumb swiped your bottom lip before pressing a light and soft kiss to it.

“So beautiful.” He muttered again before moving away from you and shuffling out of your eyes opened to watch him swing his legs over the side of the bed to sit upon the edge of it. His hands rubbed up and down his bare thighs. “I’m going to have a shower lovely,” he’s head turn to look at you with his cheeky grin, “wanna join.”

You hummed happily as you stretched, the dark blanket falling down from covering your breast, and Mason licked his lips at the sight of you. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Mason nodded as he leaned over to press another kiss on your lips before moving off the bed, your eyes followed his naked body into the bathroom. The sun that shone through the white fitted curtains bounced of his tan skin perfectly, highlighting his tone body and made him look heaven-like.

You sat up when your eyes couldn’t be graced with his bare nothingness, back against the cushioned headboard and you picked up your phone from the small, glassed table next to you. Eyes widening in surprise from the amount of messages, calls and mentioned via many social medias you was tagged in, you entered your password and clicked on the message that Ben sent after seeing the recent message saying, ‘I’m sorry.’

And you wished you never clicked on it, you wished your eyes never saw, but right in front of you on the glowing screen was your boyfriend, the one you dreamt of marrying, kissing another girl. And it wasn’t just one time it was so many times, the images showing them being handsy along with dark marks across his neck. The heart broke within your chest and into a million shards of glass, your forever was long gone as his poisoned lips touched hers.

You hurried off the bed in search for some clothes, hastily putting them onto yourself before sitting at the end of the bed, sniffling slightly as you stared at the phone. Yours eyes began to burn as you read Ben explaining that Dec didn’t see him with another girl, but he did say Mason did leave for a long period of time on one of the days, but Dec never thought anything of it. Ben didn’t go on the trip, but he furthered explain that those pictures all happened in one day and Dec said they were very drunk. Ben then mentioned that Mason was a dick and being drunk isn’t an excuse.

Ben asked if you wanted picking up, wanted to leave to think things through, Ben apologised so many times and told you to ring him when you can. But you didn’t respond, not yet at least. Your eyes were just glued on his face buried into some other girl’s neck, his hands around her waist as her arse was against his groin. Her little green dress was high up against her thighs and her head was thrown back onto Mason’s shoulder.

They were just both living in the moment whilst Mason forgot about his girl at home.

He forgot about you.

He cheated on you.

“Hey, baby, are you coming or-” Mason paused as he held the towel round his waist as he looked at his girlfriend sitting on the bed, chest rising and fallen as her eyes stayed on her phone. “Baby?”

“Lie to me.” You spoke quietly, voice shaky. It was the first thing that showed that from within you was breaking whilst you fought back any proof of hurting from the outside. “Lie to me.” You repeated, head turning to look at him with those sad eyes of yours that held back the tears that threatened to fall. “Lie to me and tell me the first thing off the top of you head. Just make something up.”

“What?”

“Just tell me you love me.” You told him. “Just tell me you love me and that be enough.”

“I love you?” Mason raised his brows as he got closer, but you just immediately stood.

“There you go…you lied.” You told him, hands shaking as you held your phone. “You never loved me.”

“I do love you.” Mason said as he tightened his grip on his white fluffy towel, the water of the shower was hitting the stoned floor of his inbuilt shower. “You know that I love you.”

“Yeah, because we all kiss other girls when we’re in love don’t we?” You shuffled the phone in your hand, holding it out to Mason as he took it from you quickly, fingers swiping through the images as h quickly realised his drunken mistake was discovered, that the world including you have discovered the thing he regretted the entire holiday and caused him to come home early.

“Baby-”

“Don’t call me that.” You interrupted; voice still quiet as you kept you calm. “Why did you do this to me? Was I not enough? Did I not love you enough? Was-”

Mason walked up to try and put his hands against your cheeks, but you pushed him away. “Baby, you know you’re enough. I love you so much and-”

“Did you fuck her?”

Mason said nothing expect staring at you with tearful dark eyes.

“Did you fuck her?” You asked in a dangerous slow pace.

Nothing.

“Did you fuck her?!” You screamed at him, and Mason gulped as he nodded slightly.

“I think so…”

“You think so?”

“Yeah I did but baby it was a mistake. I was drunk and-”

“Oh,” you let out a careless laugh. “That makes it all okay then. You was drunk. Honest mistake.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t fucking cry.” You spat at him. Your hand rubbed your eyes as you stopped the tears from falling. “Don’t fucking cry when you’re the one who fucked another women when you had one waiting at home for you.”

“I don’t want us to break up, Y/n, let me make this right. I don’t want to lose you, your my-”

“I’m not your anything.”

You brushed past him, and Mason instantly grabbed your wrist. You looked over your shoulder to look at those begging eyes of his, begging you to stay. The eyes that once looked at you with so much love as he kisses you on the ferries wheel, as he holds you in bed, as he always finds a way to touch you, the smiles he wore just for you, and the smirks he gave you at different times. The secrets and the talks all were once in those eyes of his. Words of him telling you he will marry you, and words of promises of having children running around and teaching them football. They would have your eyes and his cheeky mannerism. They were gonna be your children and they were going to be god damn perfect.

But those what his eyes held. Memories.

Memories that were fading into dust the second his lips touched another, the moment he took her to bed, and the moment he woke up with regret.

His eyes now held regret, pain, plead and heartbreak.

You tugged your wrist out of his grip. “I don’t want to see you ever again.” She glared at him. “And after today, there is no more me and you because I can’t love a man who kisses someone who isn’t me. I can’t be with a man who lies that he loves me. I can’t be with you as you hurt me in a way I never thought was possible.” She let out a sigh. “I wanted forever with you, but I guess there was something in you that didn’t want that with me. And I loved you. I loved you with everything I had. But it clearly wasn’t enough for you.”

“I love you.” Mason begged once more, and Y/n just gives a sadden smile and nods before she whispers words she hopes will break Mason’s heart.

“But I don’t love you,” pause, “...not anymore at least.”

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We Aren’t Just Friends - Mason Mount

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TW: alcohol, drunkenness, argument, smut 

“Go on, do another!” 

“Fill it up more than that!” 

“Down it!” 

Everyone was having a lot of fun. For a footballer’s party, a lot of alcohol was being consumed, but they were at the end of the season so everyone was happy to let go. As you were friends with a few of the Chelsea boys, Mason Mount in particular, you had been invited. 

Speaking of Mason, you had no idea where he had got to. 

You’d gone to refill your drink, pouring the punch generously into the cup you had. You had already had so much to drink, and the world was spinning a little. But the punch was so nice. 

You stumbled back through the crowd of people, not really sure where you were heading, preferably towards Mason would be best. Tripping over your own feet you ended up stumbling forwards, straight into the arms of the one person you were hoping to find. 

“Y/N! Are you ok?” Mason sounded concerned even when he laughed at your clumsiness. 

“Yup!” You stated rather happily considering the fact you’d just nearly gone arse over tit into the wall. Mason was still holding you up, his hands around your waist gripping you just enough to keep you upright. 

“How drunk are you?” Mason grinned at you, running his eyes over your face. 

“Not very.” 

“Ah. Ok.” Mason was still amused, not believing anything you said. 

“Although... “ You said, suddenly feeling another wave of dizziness. Your legs gave way again and Mason caught you once more. 

“I’m going to take you home.” 

“No…” You whined, “I’m having fun.” 

“I don’t think you will be when you’re on the floor.” 

This time you agreed with him. The floor didn’t look very comfortable. 

He put his arm around your waist to help you towards the front door. Mason hadn’t drunk anything, meaning he could drive you. 

Drunkenly you were smiling to yourself as you sat in the passenger seat of Mason’s car. That was how you were when you were drunk, you were happy. But you hated people helping you as you didn’t want to feel like a burden. You hoped to get into the house without inconveniencing Mason anymore. You’d already dragged him away from the party. 

However, Mason did help you out of the car and into the house. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You insisted, managing to put your keys in the door and get inside. 

“Y/N, I just want to make sure you’re ok.” 

“I know, I know.” You waved your hand at him. You hated forcing him to look after you like this. “I am fine.” 

“You’re not though.” 

“I am!” You yelled then, not meaning to be so loud but the last bits of alcohol in your system were talking now. 

Mason studied you after taking a step back. You felt an intense amount of guilt from yelling at him. 

“I only wanted to help, Y/N. Why won’t you accept my help?” 

You put your hand over your forehead. “Because I don’t want to bother you!” 

“What if I want to help though?” Mason couldn’t understand your reluctance to receive help and you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t just let you be. 

“Mase, can you just let me go and lie down.” 

“You don’t have to snap at me.” 

This was the first time that the two of you had ever snapped at each other. Neither of you enjoyed it. 

“I’m not snapping at you.” 

“You did.” 

“I’ve never snapped at you throughout the whole of our friendship.”

“Our ‘friendship’?” 

“Yes our ‘friendship’, what are you getting at?” 

Mason looked momentarily defeated, and when he didn’t say anything you turned and walked down your hall.

Years of flirtations, inside jokes, and little physical touches were hanging in the air around the two of you. 

“Ok, tell me what the fuck we are then because we aren’t just friends.” 

Mason’s outburst stopped you dead in your tracks. You stopped walking away from him, feet planted into the carpet. You had sobered up completely now. 

We aren’t just friends. 

You spun round, fast enough to shock Mason as he had started to follow you. He had stopped too, and now he was standing a hair’s breadth away from you, forcing you to look right at him. You both were breathing heavily, both feeling the waves of anger at the other. 

A quick and uncontrollable want to reach out and touch him flushed through you. You could feel his body heat radiate around yours, but you wanted him closer - you wanted to feel his body heat on you. 

Mason was looking at you with a fire in his eyes. At first you thought it was annoyance, but then you realised it was a stronger fire than that. It was a fire kindled by passion, a burning passion that was fueled by desire. 

“I know what we are, Mase.” 

“I’m not sure you do.” 

“Well you’d be wrong.” 

“Show me then.” 

In the next instant you both moved simultaneously. Hands were on each other, touching every part of each other that you could reach. You had never kissed each other before, that was the final push to bring you into the realm of ‘not friends’, and now you were. Kissing Mason felt like all the power in the world was at your fingertips, it was surging through you and creating a pleasant buzz over your whole body. 

Mason left your lips and began pressing kisses down your neck making you moan, surprising yourself with how he was managing to force you to come undone just by a few carefully placed kisses. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Mason said, voice low and husky with want and need. His actions were showing you just how much he wanted to do this. 

“You can do whatever you want to me, Mase, anything at all.” 

So he did. 

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Wonderwall (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader) Chapter 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Cuss words?

Word count: 1107

I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes since English isn’t my first language. 

*Peters pov*

I'm putting my books in my locker and I hear Ned behind me. "Join me, and together... we'll build my new Lego Death Star." He says while he's imitating Emperor Palpatine. "What?" I ask him, confused. I glance around and hear a cheerleader say: "So lame." "No way! That's awesome. How many pieces?" I ask him. "Three thousand eight hundred and three," Ned answers proudly. "That's insane." "I know. You want to build it tonight?" He asks happily. "No, I can't tonight. I've got the Stark-" I tell him. "Mm-hmm. Stark internship." He interrupts me. "Yeah, exactly," I say while picking up my textbooks. I close my locker and start walking down the hallway with Ned. "Always got that internship." "Yeah, well, hopefully, soon it'll lead to a real job with them." "That would be so sweet." "Right?" "He'd be all, "Good job on those spreadsheets, Peter. Here's a gold coin." Ned says while he's trying to imitate Mr Stark. I give him a confused look. "I don't know how jobs work," Ned says. "That's exactly how they work." "Oh." he chuckles. "I'll knock out the basic bones of the Death Star at my place. And, and then I'll come by afterwards..." He told me but I couldn't focus anymore. y/n was walking by with her friends, smiling and laughing. She brushes her hair back. I couldn't stop staring. My eyes meet hers, she smiles at me. "...because for the most part, the difficult thing is the base of it. The top half we can knock out in two hours, tops." Ned says. I wasn't even listening anymore. "That'd be great," I say, still mesmerised by y/n.

*physics class.*

"Okay, so how do we calculate linear acceleration between points A and B?" Ms Warren asks the class. She points at Flash, who is confidently holding up his hand. "Flash." "It's the product of the sine of the angle and gravity divided by the mass." He answers proudly. "Nope." Another hand goes up, but Ms Warren calls out a student who is having difficulty focusing on the class. "Peter. Are you still with us?" The teacher asks me. I was watching a video of Spider-Man on YouTube.  "Uh... Uh... Yeah, yeah." I say even though I have no idea what she's asking. I close the laptop, revealing a diagram of a simple gravity pendulum. Now I know it. "Uh... Mass cancels out, so it's just gravity times sine." I say, she nods. "Right. See, Flash, being the fastest isn't always the best if you are wrong." Ms Warren says. The class bursts out in laughter. Flash has turned in his seat and is glaring at me. Flash whispers to me: "You're dead." I turn to glance at a clock. 11:38 a.m. When I turn back to focus on the lesson, my eyes land on y/n. She looks at me and mouths "Nice save, Parker" then winks and focuses back on the class. God, she's just perfect. Well, my concentration flew right out the window.

*Lunch*

Ned and I are sitting next to each other. y/n is standing on a ladder and she's trying to hang up a banner for homecoming. Because she's short, she struggles to hang the banner up the wall without falling. Oh my god she’s so adorable. "Did y/n get a new top? I ask Ned. "No. We've seen that before, but never with that skirt." He answers. "We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy, though," I tell him. "Too late." Michelle suddenly says. Ned and I turn our heads to see her sitting at the end of our table. "You guys are losers." She says. "But then why do you sit with us?" Ned asks her. "Because I don't have any friends." She answers him. I look back at y/n. She's laughing. I wish I'm the one to make her laugh and smile. "You should tell her," Ned says suddenly. "What? Why?" I ask him. "You love her man, she probably likes you too" "I'm not gonna do that. She would never love me. She's y/n Stark. I'm just Peter Parker. She's fucking perfect. Also Mr Stark would kill me if he found out, I mean remember what happened when he found out about Mason and her. He was her first boyfriend and he forced them to break up" I tell him. “Mason was a jerk, you knew what he did… So he was right for ending it.”

*y/ns pov*

I'm talking and laughing with my friends. I see Peter looking at me a few tables away. I smile at him and give him a small wave, his face turns red. He looks away. Flash comes and sits next to me. He puts his arm around my shoulder. "What are you doing," I ask him. "Nothing," He says back, he glares at Peter and lets me go.

*decathlon team*

"Let's move to the next question. What is the heaviest naturally-occurring element?" Liz asks our team. "Hydrogen is the lightest. That's not the question. Okay. Yeah." Charles says embarrassed. "Uranium." Abe answers. Cindy Moon, who was frantically searching the books, glares at Abe. "That is correct. Thank you, Abraham." Liz says. "Yes," Abe says while pumping his fist in the air, I chuckled. "Please open your books to page ten." She says. I hear Peter talking to Mr Harrington. "Peter, it's nationals. Is there no way you could take one weekend off?" He asks Peter. "I can't go to Washington because if Mr Stark needs me, then I have to make sure that I'm here." He says. "You've never even been in the same room as Tony Stark." Flash interrupts the conversation. "He actually has," I say. "Wait, what's happening?" Cindy asks. "Peter's not going to Washington," Sally answers Cindy's question. "No. No, no, no, no, no. No. No." "Why not?" Abe asks him. "Really? Right before nationals?" Liz asks."He already quit marching band and robotics lab." Michelle tells the whole group. Her comment made all of us turn our heads with a suspicious look on our faces. "I'm not obsessed with him. Just very observant." She quickly adds. "Come on Peter, we need you. There’s no way we can do it without you," I say to him. “I'm sorry, I can't" "Flash, you're in for Peter," Liz says. "Ooh, I don't know. I gotta check my calendar first. I got a hot date with Black Widow coming up." Flash says, clearly trying to annoy Peter. Abe rings the bell. "That is false." He says. "What did I tell you about using the bell for comedic purposes?" Mr Harrington tells him.

Note:

I wrote this chapter over a year ago (almost 2 years) so I’m sorry if it’s bad. I still hope you enjoyed it.

The first chapter wasn’t that interesting but I promise it will get better, I just want it to follow the mcu storyline.

Let me know what you think of it!

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The Great Red Dragon

3x08

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9k 

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, blood, surgery, canniblism  

Author’s Note: I LOVE will graham and you can tell in this chapter i kinda went ham with my absolute adoration for him. Usually i try and hold back but im to sad to tonight so here is this love letter to will graham 

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar 

Official Episode Summary: As events jump forward three years, Jack seeks help as he pursues Francis Dolarhyde, AKA `The Tooth Fairy Killer'.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

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(not my gif) (can you tell i love will graham. i feel like its excessive now but he is so handsome in this episode and every epsiode but this episode too) 

Alana Bloom sat on an uncomfortable chair. The divider between her and Hannibal Lecter was a thick, clear plastic. To Hannibal they were sitting together at his desk. To her, to the reality of her, he sat in his jail cell. The two of them seemed comfortable with each other once again, now that there was no way Hannibal could lay his fingers on her again. 

It was the only reason Alana agreed to stay. 

“Congratulations, Hannibal. You’re officially insane.” 

In front of Hannibal were different and various papers. A newspaper sat there, detailing a family slaughtered in Buffalo. 

“There’s no consensus in the psychiatric community what I should be termed,” he said.

“You’ve long been regarded by your peers in psychiatry as something entirely Other. For convenience, they term you a monster.” Hannibal’s eyes flickered up, away from his papers and on to her. She had cleaned herself up since they were last close. The suit she wore made her look distinguished. Her hair up in curls. Sophisticated. 

“What do you term me?” he questioned.

“I don’t. You defy categorization.” 

“Do you still prefer beer to wine?” he questioned. She pursed her lips, remembering bad memories.

“Stopped drinking beer when I found out what you were putting in mine.”

“Who,” he corrected. She gave the slightest of nods.

“Who.” She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “This means you’ll be spared the federal death sentence. They had enough to convict you dozen times over.” 

“A baker’s dozen. Lest we forget Mason Verger. You’re welcome.” 

“You’re welcome Hannibal. The needle was guaranteed. But you beat it all on an insanity plea.”

“I’m not insane.” Alana nodded. She understood that.

“You know that and I know that. A dozen or a baker’s dozen, enough people have died.” 

“You haven’t,” he pointed out simply. 

“A promise in waiting, isn’t it? A promise you intend to keep.” 

“I always keep my promises.” His lips flew into a small smile. Alana simply adjusted her spot in the seat.

-

“Get out of my chair, Frederick.” 

Chilton stood up from Alana’s chair. Since she had become the director of the asylum things had been changed. For the better. Chilton was crooked, despite his frequent placing in her chair. She walked over and sat down at her desk and reorganized the documents that Chilton had been messing with. 

“Shall we join hands in prayer of gratitude? ‘Thank you, Father, for allowing us to remove this monster, monster of monsters, from your flock. Thank you on behalf of the souls We will spare of pain.’” Chilton stood at the other side of her desk now. 

“Thank you on behalf of the monster.” She leaned back in her chair. “Was that the magisterial We?” 

“It’s our cabal, yours and mine. Hannibal Lecter will spend the rest of his life in a state institution, watching the diaper cart go by.”

“We lied. You wrote a book of lies,” she pointed out.

“Not difficult to see lies flying above my head, but it is almost impossible to shoot them down,” he pointed out. 

“You should be lucky that Y/N is a respectable woman. She should have sued you for what you insinuated between her and Hannibal,” she pointed out.

“You say that only because you couldn’t sue me for speaking the truth about you and Hannibal.” He dragged a finger along the desk. “I wasn’t invited to the wedding though.”

“You held the groom at this asylum when you ran it,” she pointed out.

“Still. I put the actual murderer in jail.” 

“I’m pretty sure they did that.” She picked up her pen. “Either way, Hannibal will shoot down your lies. He’s written a brilliant piece for The American Journal of Psychiatry.” 

“Everything he writes is always about problems he doesn’t have,” Chilton said. 

“What he’s written is going to be your problem. It’s not so much an article as it is a rebuttal.” She smiled to herself. “He has an acid pen.” 

-

Will stood out by the shed. The dogs were balancing around him, running around and barking happily. Will was bundled against the cold although you had been the person who threw all of the layers at him. The dogs kicked up the snow. He was repairing the fence out there, something to keep busy. 

He looked up the gravel driveway and a black SVU came down the track. 

He let out a sigh, caught by the cold. 

Jack Crawford came out of the car.

-

“Don’t want to talk inside?” Jack asked as Will handed him a mug of hot cider. Several stray dogs lay and mill at their feet as Will leaned against the porch railing. “Don’t want to let me inside. Come too far to let the cold stop me, Will.” 

Will pursed his lips.

“Bold of you to show up.”

“Where’s Y/N?” he questioned.

“Making dinner. She didn’t hear you coming up and was, lucky for you, unaware I was making two cups of cider.” Will was relaxed but his tone was uneven. 

“You don't want to talk about it here,” Jack said.

“I don't want to talk about it anywhere. You’ve got to talk about it, so let’s have it. Just don’t get out any pictures. There’s no point in doing that.” 

“How much do you know?” Jack questioned.

“Two families killed, in their homes, a month apart. Similar circumstances,” Will said. You and him and passed the newspaper to each other at breakfast. Looked into it. 

“Not ‘similar’. The same. You ever think about giving me a call?” 

“If I ever thought about it Y/N would divorce me on the spot. But I didn’t think about it,” he admitted.

“You know what it is,” Jack said. 

“I didn’t think about calling you because I didn’t want to. I don’t think I’d be all that useful to you, Jack. I never think about it anymore. I don’t believe I could do it now.” Will looked down at the lakeshore and Jack pulled out two pictures from his jacket pocket. He flipped them out on the table. Will looked down at them. 

“All dead. This freak seems to be in phase with the moon.” Jack tapped the photos. “Killed the Jacobis in Chicago almost four weeks ago. Full moon. Killed the Leeds family in Buffalo night before last. One day short of a lunar month. If we’re lucky we have a little over three weeks before he does it again.” 

“Will!” Your voice carried in from the home. Both men looked over. 

“Looks like your luck has run out Jack.” You opened the door to alert Will that dinner was done. Upon seeing Jack you stopped. For a moment you were wordless. You looked down at the two pictures on the table, at Will, and then back at Jack. You recognized those people from the newspapers. You took in a deep breath and held your composure.

“If you want to by any chance keep your head I would recommend picking up those pictures, putting them back in your pocket, getting off my goddamn porch and driving your car back to where you came from,” you said evenly. “And give me that cup of cider.” Jack handed it to you and you snatched it, allowing it to spill on your hand without a reaction. “We need Will’s help. More of these families are going to die,” Jack said.

“I’m not going to let this happen again. I let it happen once.” 

“You would sacrifice families lives for the miniscule chance one person gets a little hurt?” You stepped forward to him but Will lifted his hand. You stopped but you were still pretty close. 

“If that one person is Will then yes. He’s saved enough lives.”

“He isn’t going anywhere,” Will said. You looked up at him and stepped back. 

“Dinner is done,” you said and turned back into the house. Jack and Will shared a look.

“So,” Will started, pushing himself off of the balcony railing. “Joining us for dinner?” 

-

You sat beside Will who was at the head of the table. Jack observed the house. It looked simplistic, comforting. On the small shelf by the table were picture frames. Each one of both of you. One when you were fishing, a small fish in front of your face as you laughed. One of Will by the fireplace in the Baltimore house. A couple from the wedding of the two of you looking happier than Jack had ever seen. 

Jack had been at the wedding. Will invited him discreetly and because you were so distracted by your own happiness you couldn’t fight. You looked amazing. It had been a long time coming that day and when it did come everyone celebrated. There were even pictures of you, Margot and Alana on that day, cheering to a new beginning. 

“People dump small dogs here all the time. I can give away the cute ones, rest, stay around and get to be big ones,” you muttered, petting the dog at your feet. 

“You’ve always been a sucker for strays,” Will said.

“You’re not fooling anyone Will.” You stabbed at the plate and took a bite. Will placed a hand on your thigh and kept it there. You put your hand on top of his destreetly. 

“Got a nice life here,” Jack said. 

“I’m lucky here. I know that,” Will said. 

“Surprised there aren’t any kids yet. Bella and I wanted them but with my job we could never fit it in.” The mention of Bella would make you sympathize with him and he knew that. Despite having calmed down a bit you still held up a good face. 

“We have a lot of dogs although I can’t say we haven't been trying,” Will said. His face flushed a bit but you were so mad still you couldn’t even be flustered. Will knew there were some things you needed to say to Jack that you couldn't’ say in front of him. “I’m going to take the dogs out to pee.” He tapped your thigh once more before letting his hand leave as he stood up from the dinner table. You nodded numbly as he left, watching him go.

Your gaze went back to Jack. 

“When you came into his classroom that day I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but you failed me Jack. Countless times, you failed me.” 

“You left me there to die In Florence.” You smiled. 

“A fond memory.” You placed your fork down carefully. “You’re going to take him no matter how much I want to kill you for it.” 

“I have to. I’ll make it as easy on him as I can. He’s changed. It’s great you got married.” You nodded.

“He’s better and better. He doesn’t have nightmares anymore.” You paused and collected yourself. “He was really obsessed with the dogs for a while. Now he just takes care of them. He doesn’t talk about them all the time. Doesn’t worry about them.” 

“I know what it is I’m asking Y/N. And I wished to God I didn’t have to.”

You smiled slightly at what you were about to say.

“If he decides to go, and that’s a big if, he will not be going alone.” Jack nodded slowly. He figured this would happen. There was nowhere he went you would not follow.

“I know.”

“And you’re willing to deal with me for as long as it takes to get rid of this killer?” 

“If I have to.”

-

You sat on your bed. The world was quiet out here. You loved it. Will loved it. It was why you got it together, your first joint home purchase. Will was taking off his shoes and you put your arms around him from behind. 

He cuddled his head against yours. He could feel your breath against his skin when you spoke.

“I don’t want you to go, you know that.” 

“I don’t imagine you’ll let me go alone,” he whispered. “But you know if I go, I’ll be different when I get back.” You nodded.

“I loved you at your worst and I’ll love you for the rest of the time you’ll let me,” you promised. You kissed him tenderly and his hands rested on your cheek, moving your body with his other hand so that he didn’t have to crane his neck. 

-

Darkness moved around the bedroom peacefully. You slept beside Will but he was awake. He looked over at you and then slid out of bed. He pulled open a drawer quietly and took out a letter. The envelope is addressed to Will and Y/N, through the FBI. He hadn’t shown you this yet. He wasn’t sure if he should. 

But you had felt him get up. Years of feeling when he was having a nightmare trained you for that kind of moment. You sat up and slid out of bed. Will looked over to you.

“What’s that?” 

“I wasn’t going to show it to you.”

You walked over to him and put your arms around him from behind. You looked at the letter and the second you saw the handwriting you froze. 

“Is it directed to you?”

“Both of us.”

You took it from his hands and stood up straight. 

‘Dear Will and Y/N, we have all found a new life, but our old lives hover in the shadows, like incipient madness. Soon enough, I fear Jack Crawford will come knocking. I encourage Will, as a friend, not to step back through the door he holds open. I don’t doubt Y/N will protest against this ever happening but in case her will is not strong enough I must promise that there is darkness on the other side of the door and madness is waiting.’ 

You handed him the paper. 

“I’m calling the girls from down the street. Their teenagers will watch the dogs.” 

-

Will and you looked through the Leeds house. The two of you looked at the bloody remnants of what had happened there. You weren’t there to observe though. You were there for moral support. 

His eyes were shut for a while. You watched him stand there. You were silent.

Until he opened his eyes and a deep breath left his lips. You quickly approached him and hugged him tightly. He hugged you back, catching his breath in your arms.

-

“Jimmy you’re the light of my life,” Jack said.

“I know. The print’s smudged. Came off Mrs. Leeds eye. Never did that before. Never would’ve seen it, but it stood out against an eight-ball hemorrhage,” Jimmy explained. You, Will, Jack, Jimmy and Brian all stood in the morgue together. He kept stealing glances at you and Will whose thoughts were elsewhere. “I just...I can’t believe you’re back. I’m surprised you're back.”

“I’m surprised Y/N didn’t drag Jack's dead body in here,” Brian said. He hit Will’s back. “Welcome back.” 

-

Jack looked up from his desk to see Will and you standing before him. You were both looking at the information sheet. 

“You were asking about the dog. Last night, a vet called the police. Leeds and his oldest boy brought it into the bet the afternoon before they were killed,” Jack explained. 

“What’s going to happen to it?” Will asked.

“Please don't worry about the dog.” Will smiled a bit.

“What do you expect me to do?” he whispered. You smiled at him. Ever the sweetie. 

“Best you can, that’s all. Busyworks been a narcotic for me sometimes, especially after I quit the booze. For you too, I think,” Jack said. 

“There’s something else we can do,” you started. You paused for a moment. You and Will had talked this over just briefly but you understood it was what you needed. “We can wait until Will is driven to it by desperation in the last days before the full moon. Or we could do it now, while it might be of some use,” you finished. 

“Is there an opinion you want?” Will nodded slowly.

“We have to see Hannibal.”

3x09

[echo-three-one]

Hey, sorry to bother but could you please do Mason with a male reader? Where the reader was a Soviet who helped him escape when he was captured, and after that the reader start working for Adlers team so they can be close to each other? If your not comfortable with a male reader you can do gn ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

HELLO anon! Sorry it took me a while to finish this. If you noticed, I was working out on a multichapter fic. But here is your request.

I hope you liked how I did this. I tried my best to make it a nice read.

Step 8 : Freedom

You happily pant as you finally see the outside walls of the horrible prison compound. Thanks to Reznov, you managed to escape hell in your own way. As havoc began around the prison, you planned to take the road less traveled. Away from the gunfire and chaos, your own personal safe route. It worked.

"It worked!" you screamed from the top of your lungs raising your fists up the sky. From the distance you see a train chugging its way along the tracks.

"Bingo." You smiled and laughed at the luck you're having today. One big leap and you're finally free.

You leapt and quickly held on to the train's ladder climbing up to the top and holding on to dear life. A few meters ahead, you see a truck with a turret making it's way toward the side of the train.

A person jumped over the train and reached his hand toward the car. Much to his dismay, the car quickly rerouted away from the train and the man who escaped yelled.

"REZNOOOOV!!!!"

You frown at the thought of Reznov not making in out. He was one of the key persons why you're here right now. You slowly crawl toward the man who started to mourn at the loss of his friend.

"I'm sorry." you console the sad man as he looked at the spot where he last saw Reznov, followed by the sound of cars and gunfire.

"NO!!!!!" he yelled, you manage to cover his mouth with your hand as to not raise suspicion to the people inside the moving train.

"We can talk about him later if you want, for now we just have to find a way to safety." you hush him as he slowly realize that your words make complete sense. He then grabs your hand and puts it down, turning to the peaceful river beside the train tracks.

"Reznov told me this train stops on a nearby settlement. We could drop there and use the crowds for cover. But I'm pretty sure no one will be after us. Reznov did his best to divert all attention away from me." he mutters, you could barely hear him through the chugging of the train but his lip movement guided you to understand him clearly.

"So, what brings you to Vorkuta?" Alex turns to you, his face still looks sad from the mourning and you think it's appropriate to divert conversation away from the center of stress.

"Oh, you know. The usual." you chuckle, avoiding memories you didn't want to recall.

"What about you? What's your deal?" you ask back. He looks like he was debating whether he'll answer honestly or not, and you accept the fact that he's not going to trust you that easily.

"Same as you, I guess." he replies. You could see the lie from a mile away, as it was impossible that he did the same offense as you, but you still nodded to him in agreement.

"Your accent... It's different." you notice, even his build is different. It makes you wonder from what side of the world he originated and how he truly made it to Vorkuta.

"Yeah." He replies, turning his head toward the horizon, his hair blowing against the wind. You quickly find solace in his company, sharing the same experience of hell for the last few months, you find his presence comforting.

"There's our stop." You tell him, raising your voice enough that he could hear it. He nods in thanks and turns his head back to look at the view.

~

After your signal, you both simultaneously jump to the small mound of soil, it's texture felt familiar for you as you once stepped on this exact ground years ago. You look at him with a smile, showing how excited you are to be finally free.

Alex Mason pats his hand to wipe off the soil on hands, and lookz at you while you're staring at him.

"Hey, Is there mud on my face?" he looks at you, concerned at his appearance. This surprises you and you shake your head, looking down as fast as you could trying to hide your facial reaction. This man is clearly making you feel different things. Things beyond your control.

You take a deep breath and clear your face as you look at him to tell him you know someplace you can stay while you make your next plans.

"I know a place. You could make a few calls there, you know, home." You say as he follows beside you.

"What about you, where will you be?" you turn to him and see his curious face. Trying hard not to smile at how cute it is.

"Me? Wherever the wind brings me." You reply with a smile, slightly rolling your eyes to see if he's looking at you. He just hums, maybe thinking of your open ended answer, or maybe just thinking of what he'll do once he gets home.

~

You plop yourself onto the hard wooden platform you once called a bed, sighing in relief once you felt your muscles relax. Holding on to a metal bar for a few hours was exhausting, especially after you fought for freedom just moments before it.

You take a peek at the suspected American, who you tagged along, who happens to take his shirt off and stare at his visage in the mirror, splashing water on his face at intervals.

You knew it feels wrong, but you can't help but stare at his wonderfully sculpted back, how his broad shoulders tense when he raises his hand to wash his face, and you even catch yourself staring at a single drop of water slowly trickling down to his pants. Holy Shit. You thought to yourself as you quickly turn away and shift your position.

"So... uh.. I'm sorry I still haven't got your name. What's your name?" he says, making you turn to him, trying hard not to stare away from his eyes. You want to look down but you can't, you shouldn't.

"Y/N." You reply, gulping after the answer.

"So, Y/N. I'm Alex Mason. Thanks for the help." he smiles and reaches out his hand. Of course you trail your eyes down at his hand, catching a glimpse of something beautiful in the background.

"Yeah, sure. No problem." you shake his hand, feeling it's roughness, feeling it's warm grip against yours.

"So, where could I make the phone calls you promised?"

"Right by the reception. I'll lead you there." You stutter and quickly lead him to the telephone.

While making your way down, you told him that this establishment once housed you in your earlier years of living. He looks interested in your story as he provides you more questions about yourself, to which you answer truthfully. His communication skills are good enough that it makes you very open to him, leaving no story incomplete.

While he makes his call, you couldn't help but look at him mouth each word, like a spy of sorts but you are just looking at his lips. Yes. You think that you're being way too creepy but there's something about him that's magnetizing your eyes. Like an unstoppable force.

Evening came and you are both back on your room, he tells you that he's actually going back to the States tomorrow as his coworker arranged a flight for him. But what he says next would literally change the course of your life.

"I told him, I brought along a trustworthy ally..." he sits down on his bed, spreading his leg a little and crossing his arms. You remain quiet, you didn't want to get your hopes up, but whoelse would he bring but you? You could feel your heart thump faster.

"..that is if you agree to help us. Are you? You told me you have nowhere to go. I think that's enough of a reason to fight more. I don't know how you got to Vorkuta, but if you're housed there, you must be a brave warrior. Something we needed right now. So, what do you say Y/N?" he stood up and reach his hand out again, you look at him in the eye and felt that he too, was taking a big risk. A risk of letting you in and fight along side him, without knowing who you really are.

You slowly stand up, your eyes trail from his eyes to his reached out hand, as you reach out yours and shake it, feeling that same feeling again from earlier.

"Let's go." you say, smiling as you entrust your future under his guidance. Something you never expect to happen but a choice you made that you'll never regret.

[ratanslily]

Why not me?

book: mtfl

ft: Ava Lawrence, Mason Jennings, Noah Harris

a/n: sooo... i was thinking of writing a little something for the lis being ghosted because ANGST. so here it is i guess?? Been in an off mood today so i may not be good but lemme pour it out anyway-

tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

••••

AVA'S POV:

i heard there's a fireworks display tonight... wanna watch it from my dad's boat? drop by 7 pm.

[no response]

..

she must be surprising me, for emma never ignores my texts, right?

tonight im gonna ask her out to prom and hope she chooses me over the others, for not only the prom but her entire life. I pulled out my sketchbook and started designing a flower crown to gift her when we'd go to prom together. As i sat on the dock waiting for her, I couldn't help but admire other couples in nearby boats holding hands and gazing at each other with promise in their eyes. I happily sighed, hoping that one day it would be me and her.

I'd crown her with flowers, as a token of my love for her, for she is my Queen.

We'd dance together at the prom, hold hands and I'd be the happiest girl in this whole world.

for she would be mine and I, hers.

I could almost imagine the joy in her eyes seeing fireworks spelling "PROM?" with hues of orange and pink as per the bisexual and lesbian flags

Minutes trickled by and still there was no sign of her.

She'll come, im sure of it, I assured myself.

the clock struck 7 and as the sky was painted in vibrant shades of pink and orange, realisation dawned upon me,

she chose one of the boys.

fireworks danced in the sky above me as i sat, hugging my knees and feeling like the loneliest person in the whole damn world.

a couple looked up at the sky, and exclaimed, "Ah, whoever put this promposal fireworks up, must've gotten a yes for an answer"

but boy, were they wrong.

she chose someone else, for sure, but..why not me?

•••••

MASON'S POV

wanna meet me at the airport? i have a flight planned and id love to take you up

[no response]

---

hey, hey it's okay. she must've seen your text and must be on her way, i told myself.

Today, i was nervous. Nervous because i was gonna pour my heart out for her. nervous because I was gonna ask Emma Price, that woman i knew and loved from my childhood days, out for prom. Maybe she'd say no? Maybe she'd say yes? Maybe we, of all people, would get our very own fairytale ending? or maybe this could end in a disaster?

my thoughts were distracted by my phone ringing and I picked it up as quick as i could, expecting emma on the other side but it was chad.

"Hey, we're all set and in position, get your girl, bro!"

I smiled, knowing that Emma would for sure love a promposal with a view of the JV standing to spell "PROM?" when she's high up in the clouds by my side.

Hours passed by, and the sky turned from bright blue to a mix of blue and orange, signifying the incoming sunset.

Everyone hustled by, eager to reach their destinations. Everyone, except me.

For my destination.. never arrived.

I sank to the ground, letting my tears flow freely.

why emma? why not me?

•••••

NOAH'S POV

hey, can you meet me at the beach around sunset? there's... something special i wanna show you

[no response]

--

I got off my bike and glanced around the beach. I had so many memories here, which made it the perfect spot to organise my promposal for the most special girl in the world, Emma.

Emma was the one who had my back when no one did. She welcomed me into her world with open arms and treated me like a normal person, not someone who just returned from juvie. She smiled at me and make me feel at ease when people gave me the side eye. the more i spent time with her, the more i realised that she was the one i was looking for.

I wanted her to accept me. not only as a prom date but as her partner for life. if she allowed me, that is.

i made preparations to set up fire in the shape of PROM? enclosed in a heart. To show the risks i was willing to take for her, even if those risks were a bit dangerous. lighting the fire, i leaned by my bike, looking out as the ocean basked in shades of orange as the sun dipped low.

at any moment now, emma would pop from behind and cover my face with her hands to surprise me, but i would always know it was her.

minute by minute, my anxiety grew as i watched the orange in the sky fade away to dark blue as the waves crashed along the shore.

I looked back, expecting to see Emma, but instead saw the fire i set extinguishing out.

maybe our love burned out with the fire too.

i always thought highly of the beach since my family got along well here, so i believed nothing could go wrong. but as i watched the fire die out,

i knew i was wrong.

I know I didn't own her or anything.. but why not me?

[formerprincess]

A tale written with fangs and claws || Chapter 58

Chapters: 58/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Nolan (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Alpha Liam Dunbar, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Dunbar Pack, Bisexual Liam Dunbar, Werewolf Theo Raeken, Alpha Theo Raeken, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Mates, Liam and Theo are mates, Top Theo Raeken, Bottom Theo Raeken, Top Liam, Bottom Liam Dunbar Series: Part 1 of Morning Dew Pack

Liam has to take care of a very important matter. And there is an invitation...

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Liam immensely enjoyed working for Ellie. She was happy to show him her craft, teach him things, but she was also very easygoing, and as long as she saw him trying, she loved him and was thrilled with his performance. Also, Ellie knew about the supernatural, so she completely understood when he looked at his phone after it chimed with a text, just in case his pack needed him. Not that anything had come up in the few weeks since Liam started working for her, but he liked to have this option. He didn't have to hide anything, and Liam realized how much better he felt with that.

When work was slow, they talked about a lot of things and Ellie taught Liam some things about supernatural creatures. She had laughed loudly at the story about the fairies in their garden and proceeded to elucidate the different variations of fairies and elves. There were plant fairies, water fairies, sun fairies, and almost that many elves classes. Just like there were different weres out there. Liam felt kind of silly he didn't know about any of this and one day voiced his thoughts. Was he simply ignorant or just blind?

"Neither. You're from a town where none of those things exist. Don't blame yourself for that", Carlie said. Carlie was one of Ellie's three best friends, the other two being Libby and Simone. All three were at Ellie's age and the friends had a weekly meeting at the shop where they sat together, talked about their lives, drank tea or coffee, and ate cookies. Carlie herself was a petite woman with short spiky hair and big square glasses. From what they had told Liam upon first meeting, they all were elves but Liam secretly suspected Carlie of being a pixie. She was cheeky, witty, always said what was on her mind, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. Needless to say, Liam liked her. "Yeah, but I also feel like I should know more." "You know enough. About Onis and Berserkers and Kitsunes and hell and other terrible things. You're twenty. Most guys your age know how to party and wear their base caps the wrong way." She bit into a cookie. Liam laughed. "My boyfriend likes to wear his caps the wrong way. He looks hot with it. But he also knows other things." "You have so much time to learn still. Don't worry. Even we old ladies don't know about any supernatural being out there", Simone comforted him and filled her cup with some more tea. She was the opposite of Carlie; tall, thin, and the quietest of the bunch. "I also agree with Carlie, you know about terrible things, traumatic things, things one should not know about. Especially not this early in life. But unfortunately, trauma is also experience. " Liam made a face. He sat down on the armrest of one of the chairs Ellie had placed around. "I just could have lived without some of those experiences. I mean, I could have gone without the experience of being homeless but hey. Maybe that's just me." Ellie put her arm over the backrest of her chair and turned to look at Liam. "When have you been homeless?" They talked about a lot of stuff but Liam's life story, she only knew parts of it. Good parts. He didn't want to deliver sob story after sob story. Liam had a good life, he knew some people had it worse. He cherished that. Now he exhaled loudly through his nose and then he told the four women how the hyenas came into town and caused havoc, how they finally destroyed the house and left the pack picking up the pieces. He ended with the move to the new house.

After he finished, his listeners were shocked. "You experienced all this and you still find it in yourself to be such a happy and polite young man?" Libby asked in awe. She was usually full of life and laughed loudly, her afro curls always bouncing around her round face, but now she was stunned. Liam shrugged. "What's the option? Turning bitter? It worked out in the end. Doesn't mean I will ever forgive them for what they did but no one died, at least." "You are a terrific young man, Liam", Ellie praised. He smiled softly. "Thank you."

The store door opened and Angela, Ellie's oldest daughter, stepped into the shop. She was a lawyer and used her breaks to visit sometimes. She greeted everyone happily and hugged her mother. Liam ran to get her a fresh cup and dragged another seat to their circle so he should sit and interact with the group. She squeezed his arm in a silent thank you as she sat down and accepted the cup. "What were you guys talking about? Is everything okay?" She asked good-heartedly. "Liam just told us about those horrible, horrible hyenas who destroyed his house" Libby filled her in. Angela raised both eyebrows. "I hope none of you were harmed." "Everybodys fine. We managed to get out in time before the house exploded. I'm just grateful I got my brother out of town before it happened." "Oh, you have a brother? I didn't know that." Angela loved kids and had specialized in family rights. She claimed she liked to help kids get justice. "Hm." Liam nodded. He walked to the cash register where he left his phone and while he walked back searched through his pictures. "Landon. He's almost ten." She showed her and the rest of the women the picture and they all cooed how much alike the brothers looked. "You said you brought his out of town? So I take he's usually living with you? Your parents must appreciate such a tight brother's bond." Angela was surprised but happy. Liam hesitated. "Landon's not my mother's son. We're half brothers. Same dad. Well, father. Sperm donor. My biological father is...he's a piece of shit. Alcoholic. Abuser. You get it. I didn't even know Landon existed until we met months ago by a pure coincidence. The circumstances don't matter but in the end, Theo and I took him home with us. Not a chance I would have let him stay with that man. So he lived with us in the house. Until I brought him to the lake to keep him safe. He lives there now." Liam missed Landon terribly but they were all still so young, they could not care for a child properly. Byron and Lana were perfect for that task and Landon also liked them. He blinked. "But enough of sad stories. Let's talk about something different, okay?"

****** He was cleaning up after Ellie's friends had left. After he had basically pleaded for a change of topic, the talk had revolved around lighter topics and ended on a very funny note. Now Ellie was in the back, doing some accounting, and Liam manned the front of the store. Angela was the only one still there. Now she stepped to the cash register where Liam was currently filling some jars with bagged candy. "I'm going to tell you something, not as a friend but as a lawyer, okay? And I need you to listen." She looked serious and Liam tensed. What happened? "Did I do something wrong? Is your mother mad at me?" "No. But listen." She tapped both index fingers on the counter. "You need your biological father to sign his rights over to you as fast as possible. What you said about him, having him in Landon's and your life is dangerous and not good for either of you. So you need to act fast. Have him make you Landon's legal guardian." Liam frowned. "I planned on doing so once I turned twenty-one. I wasn't aware I can do it now. Thought I had to be twenty-one." Angela shook her head strictly. "No. You need to do it now. In most states, anyone who is eighteen years old can become a guardian. Look, who tells you your father agrees to it in a year? He still holds guardianship and can make decisions for your brother. If he does not sign over his rights, he has so much time to cause harm. You said Landon's almost ten. That means another eight years of having the right to decide about medical procedures, school enrollment, the living situation. Even if Landon stays with you, all it takes is somebody checking who is the legal guardian for Landon. Could be school, could be a doctor's office, or if he gets in trouble it could be the police. If he's in the hospital. For eight years, you have to always fear for this to happen. If your father does not sign his rights over." "If he does not do it on his own, I will take him to court." Angela shook her head even more firm this time. "Honestly? They will ask you where Landon lived for the past year. Legally, what you and Theo did was kidnapping. If you manage to get a strict judge, that alone will cause you to lose the case. Landon will get sent back to his father and you're probably not even allowed to see him. I told you, I'm not telling you this as a friend. As your friend, I understand why you did it, as a lawyer I have to inform you about this likely possibility. The only chance you have is to have your father make you his guardian." It was a hard pill to swallow and Liam gulped. He had been naive, he realized now, and considered it all easier than it was. And maybe Landon had to pay the price for his neglect. "Thank you, Angela", he mumbled sadly.

****** Liam sat in his car and watched the house across the street. The sun was beating down and these barren landscapes made the air even drier. The dusty roads stirred up sand whenever a car raced by. Bleak. He cast a look at the passenger seat. All documents he needed were laying there, including a pen. Now all that Liam was left to do, was get out of the car, walk up to the door, and get a signature. Angela's stern talk from days ago had left Liam rallied. Once he was home, he had told Theo about everything and the couple had to admit them taking Landon out of the house had been a stupid move from the legal point of view. They had emotions get the better of them and now this potentially harmful situation had arisen. Theo had supported Liam in whatever was needed to ensure he would become Landon's guardian but the Beta was also not a lawyer and as much at loss as Liam.

Thank god for Angela. She had helped Liam set up the documents Emmet had to sign and those documents Liam grabbed now when he exited the car. Theo was not with him, his boyfriend didn't even know Liam was here. Nobody knew. This, Liam felt, was something he had to don his own. Maybe to find a deserving ending. Maybe to test his control. Or maybe this was stupid but then again, Liam could proudly admit he was doing stupid crap now and then. Stiles, according to his own claim, could show Liam a list.

He let out a shaky breath when he walked through the unkempt front lawn. Some new beer bottles and cans had gathered around the chair. Emmet was not there but Liam heard his heartbeat through the ajar window. You're not going to kill him, Liam. He does not deserve you getting your hands dirty. Liam knocked at the door. Inside the house, he heard some bottles falling and Emmet's slurred voice mumbling.  Then scuffling steps and the door opened. And the young Alpha had to gasp and take a step back. "God, you stink!" The stench of booze, beer, and sweat made him almost gag. Disgusting, his man. "You. What do you want?" Emmet slurred angrily and grabbed the door for support. Liam turned his head away and took a few breaths. He willed his nausea down and turned to face his father. "How long have you been drinking, alkie?" "What do you care? Why are you even here? I don't want you." "Trust me, I don't want you either. But I need something from you and that means I have to come here. I would rather be somewhere else, believe that." "What? Want money for the little gremlin? I'm not giving you a dime." Emmet swayed on his feet. "I don't need your money. Go inside, before you fall flat on your face. I'm not catching you." Liam pointed inside the house. His father made a step towards him. "I should beat the crap out of you for talking to me like that and not stop til you're whimpering. Do you know who I am?" "A sorry excuse for a worm." Liam pushed his biological father by the shoulder and he stumbled back. As drunk as he was, he didn't stand a chance against an Alpha.

Emmet was taken by surprise but managed to catch himself at the table. He spewed a few curse words in Liam's direction before he shuffled around and fell on one of the chairs with the grace of a sack filled with potatoes. Liam closed the door and followed inside. His nose twitched and he wanted to retch at the smell and how dirty everything was but he kept himself from it last minute. This was not for him, this was for Landon. "How's your mother? Still wailing about how horrible I am? The slut should be lucky an honest man wanted her." "My mother is neither a slut nor are you an honest man. Don't mention her or I break your nose." Liam felt his anger building up. This was a test for his control and he might fail it. "Piss off! She's the reason you're such a weak bastard. Wonder what happened with the other one. He's just as weak. Cried whenever I hit him. Begged me to stop. Just like you. Oh, I remember you. Your mother screamed and cried when the ambulance came. I would have left you on the ground. Would have taught you a lesson." "I didn't need a lesson, I needed a father who loved me!" Liam slammed the papers on the table. "Here! Sign this!"

Emmet grabbed it after a few tries and dragged it over the table. He narrowed his eyes at the print. "What should I sign?" "Those are the papers for you to make me Landon's legal guardian. Sign and we're out of your hair forever." Liam balled his hands and felt his fingertips itch. His claws wanted to come out, his wolf furious at the man in front of him. Years of pent-up rage welled up and dared to spill over. He could kill Emmet and probably nobody would shed a tear. Laughter disrupted his thoughts. Emmet had left the papers on the table and laughed. It boomed in Liam's ears. His blood rushed through his veins. This man was mocking him. "If you really think I'm signing this crap, you're mistaken. Know why? Because you bastard want me to and you get nothing from me!" Emmet was still laughing but decided to underline his words by spitting in Liam's direction. It landed on the carpet between them. His claws almost broke through and he was ready to lunge but a voice in his head stopped him. No. Not like this. Not him. Maybe it was his wolf who was even stronger than Liam's human side burdened with IED but it was enough to make Liam pause. If you kill him, you'll never become Landon's guardian. Keep the little one safe.

Liam exhaled loudly through his nose and closed his eyes for a second. If even the animal inside him knew better, he would follow. Had to follow. All for his little brother. Landon didn't deserve a murderer for a hero. He opened his eyes and stared at Emmet. Suddenly Liam was seven again, cowering at the floor while his father screamed at him and walked closer and closer. He had put his arms up back then, in a feeble attempt to shield his body from the hits, and pleaded for the man to stop. Fear. Panic. Pain. But this time Liam didn't feel panicked. He was not afraid of this drunkard calling himself a father. Instead, Liam felt disgust and maybe even pity. This guy had nothing to live for. It gave the young Alpha a strange sense of calm. Out of the two of them, Liam was the better man. The better person. IED or not. The condition didn't rule him as much as it ruled his father, and Liam had quite a lot more on his plate.

He sat at the opposite of the table and took the pen in his hands. "And why wouldn't you? What's in it for you? Just to be petty? Just to put one over on me?" Emmet snickered. "It will bug you forever, that's good enough for me." He reached for a bottle of booze and uncorked it to take a swig. Liam glared at him. Then he put the pen down. His glance landed on his bracelet. The bracelet he shared with Theo. Suddenly, he got an idea. Maybe it was time to see if he could take a book out of Theo's playbook. He raised his head and crossed his arms on top of the table. "Okay, fine, don't sign. We will play your game. I will send Landon back to live here." Emmet eyed him. "You're bluffing." "Not at all. He will come and live with you again. But be aware. I will be around every damn day." "And then what? What will you do? Punch me? You're no match for me", Emmet sneered. "If you lay so much as one finger on him, and we both know you will, I will call the cops on you. They will come and they will arrest you for domestic violence. And yes, Landon may be sent to foster care but I will make sure you will be sent to prison. There is no booze, no beer, no schnapps in prison. But the people there love people who abused kids. I know people and I will make sure every inmate knows what you did to two little boys. That's what will be awaiting you. No freedom to get wasted like you're doing now every day. Think about it." His biological father still eyed him suspiciously. "No way you would ever let him live here again." "To get you locked up, I would do other things. Landon too, by the way. All to make sure you will rot in hell. He's tough, he will take whatever you might to do him. Maybe I will move in as well. One happy family. With me comes my boyfriend, obviously. By the way, how's your hand?" He looked at Emmet's fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle. Father and son stared at each other, accessed each other until Emmet snorted. "Your mother raised you better than this. I call bluff. You don't have it in you, weak shit!" A cold, dangerous smile appeared on Liam's face and he leaned closer. "You call my mom a slut and other horrible names, yet you forget I also inherited DNA from you. We both have IED. Wanna find out how much more alike we are? If I'm as cruel as you are?" He gave his father a death glare. "You want to start a war? I'll raise you World War III. Your choice. Either don't sign and feel the whiplash or sign and you will never have to see us again." Liam placed the pen on the papers and waited. His heart was thundering inside his chest. That was not his usual way to carry on negotiations and he had no idea if it worked. Theo made it always seem so easy and pulled it off without a hitch. But Liam knew he was not that good. Emmet grabbed the pen and fiddled with it. He scribbled his signature at the marked fields, an unruly chicken scratch but his signature nonetheless. "Get the hell out of here. If I see you on my front lawn again, I will shoot you." Liam's hand shot towards and he pulled the documents towards himself after the last signature was done. "I have better people to be around than you. Give your liver a break once in a while." He got up just in time as Emmet's hand shot towards his throat. The alcoholic missed by far and his hand thumped on the table. "Fuck off, you piss baby!" The sound of the splintering bottle hitting the wall was the last thing Liam heard from his father when he now left the house without so much of a goodbye.

It only dawned on him what just had transpired when he was in his car and already on the road. Liam stopped at a red light and breathed a sigh of relief. "Holy shit!" He had faced Emmet Dunbar, that one man he hated with a burning passion, the one who had made his childhood horrible and hurt Liam, Ilona, and Landon so much. Against what he had wanted to do to him, Emmet had left the meeting completely without a cut, Liam was incredibly proud of himself. Even though now, that everything settled, his hands shook and his heart raced, adrenaline pumping through his body. That had the potential to go so, so wrong and yet Liam stood tall. He glanced at the papers safely sitting on the passenger seat. Not only had it worked out without Liam losing his temper, but it had also really worked and he was Landon's guardian. The threat of Emmet interfering with their lives and taking Landon away again was erased. Liam wanted to cry.

His phone chimed and Liam almost hit another car. "Jesus Christ!" He accepted the call over the speaker. "Hey, Theo." "Hey. Say, just out of curiosity, where the hell are you? Nobody knows where you left. It's not like you to disappear like that. What's going on." Liam bit his lip. "I was at Emmet's." "Emmet? Emmet Dunbar? Your father? What the fuck! Is he still alive?" "Shh, let me explain. I told you about what Angela said and I went to get his signature. Yes, he's still alive, I didn't touch him. Even though I wanted to." He heard Theo closing a door and birds singing in the background. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have accompanied you." Yeah, good question. Liam didn't know for sure. "I guess...I needed to burn this bridge alone? Prove to myself I can stay calm around him. I'm not like him in any capacity and while I know you and I absolutely adore you for always being there for me, this was something I had to do alone. You understand? Maybe for my own peace of mind, I dunno." Theo was silent for a few moments. "Yeah, I understand", he finally confessed. "Did it work, at least?" A smile broke out on Liam's face. "Yep. Have all the signatures I need. Thanks to you as well." "Thanks to me? What did I do?" "Well, let's say you're a good teacher, even if you don't want to be one. I'll tell you everything once I get home, okay?" Theo laughed. "Okay. Love you." "Love you too."

****** Landon's face appeared on the screen in front of Liam and as soon as he had a picture, the child waved animatedly. "Hello, Liam!" Videocalls were a good way to keep in contact even if they could not see each other in person. Liam happily waved back. "Hey, Landon, how are you?" "I'm good. Zack and I built a fort." Landon launched himself into a story of all the things his best friend and he had done. Lana and Byron appeared in the background of the call but they simply waved and let the boy talk. Liam put his chin in the palm of his hand and listened with a smile. Seeing Landon so carefree and hearing about him being a normal child was all he ever wanted. It came nine years too late and Liam knew his brother must have been affected one way or another by his upcoming but now that he was out of Emmet's claws, Landon was in for an amazing life. After he was done, Landon asked about Liam's life in Seattle. Now it was the older's turn to talk about college, his pack, the fairies (Landon loved this part and he asked thousands of questions). Theo had joined Liam for a while and laughed softly. "He's like you", he whispered into his mate's ear and kissed Liam's cheek before he disappeared out of the frame again after a wave in Landon's direction. Liam chuckled but then he finished his story. "One more thing, Landon. You know we took you away from Emmet, right?" Landon shivered at the mention of his father's name but nodded bravely. "Do I have to go back? Please, don't make me go back!" "No, no, hey, I would never. That's why I'm telling you. He signed all the papers. I am your guardian now." Lana and Byron appeared left and right from Landon. "He did? Oh, how wonderful, Liam." Lana was touched. Landon scrunched his nose. "What does guardian mean?" "It means Liam is responsible for you now and Emmet can never hurt you again. Say you want to go on a class trip, for example, the school has to ask Liam and not your father anymore", Byron patiently explained to him. Landon considered. "So, he can't get me?" "Never again. He's out of your life for good", Liam promised firmly. His brother beamed at the adults. "That's amazing!" "Yeah, it is." Lana stroked through his hair. "But, Sweetie, you have to get ready for bed now. Tomorrow's a school day." "But I want to keep talking to Liam. I'm not finished." Yes, Landon could be stubborn. "We can talk tomorrow, Laddie. After school, yeah? Now you have to get ready for bed. Sleep is important. I'm going to bed now too. Theo does too. See?" He rolled to the side and tilted his screen so Landon could see Theo brushing his teeth with the bathroom door open. Theo waved. It wasn't that he actually wanted to go to bed but he had tried some licorice Mike had brought home, not from Ellie though, and after eating it Theo claimed to have a bad taste in his mouth. Landon huffed. "But we talk tomorrow", he insisted. "Werewolf promise." Liam raised his hand solemnly to swear. "Good Night, Laddie." "Good Night, Liam. Good Night, Theo." Landon stood up. "Good Night, you two," Lana called out and then disappeared with Landon.

Byron sat on the desk chair. "I know he signed but did the meaning with your father go well?" "It did. As well as possible with this man. I was pretty surprised at my control. At a certain point, I was ready to snap but somehow my wolf made me pull back and I got more level-headed." "That's the Alpha in you. Even if our personality or our urges say otherwise, sometimes the Alpha part can balance it out to keep the peace. It is impressive how well you learned to work with your wolf." The praise was nice because Liam tried. Sometimes it felt like all he did was running in circles but then he proved to everyone (and mostly himself) he was a good person and improving. "Speaking of Alpha and peace, Liam I forwarded an email to you just now. Have a look at it, maybe Theo should do so as well."

Theo had dried his mouth and now walked over to lean on Liam's chair while Liam opened the mail Byron had forwarded. It included a word document and when Liam opened it, it turned out to be an invitation to a meeting held in a hotel in Seattle. "Liam, part of being an Alpha are pack politics." Liam whined. "I told you I'm not good at that! What is this? An Alpha congress? I can't go there." "Maybe let the man talk before you cut and run", Theo suggested and smoothly avoided the contact between Liam's elbow and his stomach by moving aside. "I know what you said, Liam, and this is no pressure but I wanted to inform you. The invitation is indeed for an Alpha meeting. No congress, just a few Alphas coming together and talking." "About what?" Liam saw himself on a stage, in front of hundreds of Alphas, a whole auditorium filled with them, and making a fool out of himself. People would laugh. It would be a degrading experience. "Life. This and that. No one is expecting a speech from you, Liam. See I've been to a few of those meetings. There are only packs living close by attending these meetings. They're mostly boring. You stand around, do some small talk, maybe eat a quick snack, and leave. But they can also help you get a better idea of which packs are around yours. In the area. It can be interesting, if only so for scouting. But, of course, that does not mean you have to attend. It's no declaration of war not to go there. Just like you cannot declare war by saying a wrong word if you go." "Those are all Alphas, experienced Alphas probably, and then I show up. Junior McJunington. What will they think?" "Screw what they think. So what if they're older or more experienced? You're you and that's awesome" Theo passionately declared. "Thank you, Dr. Seuss", Liam hissed. He frowned and scratched his cheek. "I have to think about this." "As it is your right. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with." "If I should attend, there will be no problem? I can just show up there?" "The invitation is addressed to the Alpha of the Morning Dew Pack. They seemingly didn't get the memo about the change in our pack but that doesn't matter. The invitation is for you, not for me. Actually, no Beta can attend the meeting. And no Alpha mate either unless they're specifically invited." "I have to go there alone??" Liam shrieked. In his mind, he had Theo by his side. Maybe Brett and Caden since both could be real charmers and have intellectual conversations. Corey would have also a good match despite him being as insecure as Liam in those settings. Byron rubbed his hands together. "Those are the rules. But I know, alone or not, you will be just fine. Should you go or not. This is not something I can do for you. The decision is all yours. Just one more thing, to be fair. you will be the youngest in this group. By a few decades, I suppose. That's why I don't think they will pay you much attention. They're just curious." "Great", Liam said sarcastically. "Given my track records with strange Alphas so far, this will be a marvelous experience."

****** "I don't think you should go. What if that's a trap?" Tim worried about Liam's safety. Liam had informed his pack about the invitation right the next day and after classes, they were sitting in the living room and discussing this. "I think he should go. Just to check the others out. Maybe he can make allies?" Brett opposed. "I also think Liam should go. Byron said he has been to a few of those meetings. I don't think it's a trap", Sadie tried to dissolve Tim's worry and he gave her a grateful look. "The two strange Alphas I met in the last year have both tried to kill me. You understand I'm not keen on walking in a room full of unfamiliar Alphas?" Liam questioned. "I think that should be the reason you go", Ever stated, "to show all of them you're not afraid. If they plan on messing with you, you will look them in the eye. Maybe then they won't underestimate you." "I just don't see the purpose of those meetings. From what Byron said it sounds pretentious." Corey looked peeved. "Oh, it is", Lori confirmed. "But they are not that rare. I don't think you have to be scared, Liam." She offered a genuine smile. Liem returned it cause he knew she was trying to make him feel better. "What do you mean by not rare?" "Well, they're not, if you have Alphas of the old school" Brett took over from his sister. "Modern Alphas just meet up, talk, like Scott with Satomi. They don't even call it an Alpha meeting and send out fancy invites. Those are practices of the old guard, mostly well-esteemed werewolves who love to use those meetings to gossip. Ever seen those movies with scenes in Gentlemen Clubs? Country Clubs? Those are the people to expect at those meetings. Byron's not that far off when he says they won't spare you a look. You're - and don't take this the wrong way - not their type of person, if you know what I mean." "The Alpha from my parents' pack also attends such meetings. They always gush about the delicious and expensive things they eat there. But this woman also has a rich husband and considers herself playing tennis and golf as labor. So, pretty much pompous, entitled snobs", Sadie said. Maya rolled her eyes. "I also know about those meetings but I'm so glad I never met an Alpha going there before. Eh, no offense, Liam." Liam groaned. "Okay, just the danger of becoming the new hot gossip for the elite wolves around. Yeah, I think I'll pass." "I would still go", Caden chimed in. "It's a good opportunity to get to know how many are around. Do you know that? They invited Byron so their radius must be quite large but how many packs live between Seattle and the lake? Wouldn't it be good to know in case we need help? What if the hyenas come back? Having some werewolf allies would not be that bad."

He had a point. They all did. Liam was still torn. For once because he was afraid of making a fool of himself, then for the reason not to offend another Alpha and start a war, and on top of it, he now came to the realization just how different those Alphas seemed to be. He looked at his boyfriend. "What do you say?" Theo had listened to everything and had made up his mind. "You should go. For all those reasons. Byron said there will not come anything bad from it. He would never let you go to any event if he feared something might happen to you. If he says you can go, I believe him. And yeah, it is a good way to get information. Maybe there are not that many packs around.  But you will only find out if you go." Since most of his Betas said he should go, he considered. Maybe it was a good idea indeed. Only one problem: "If it's that high class, what should I wear?"

Fifteen minutes later Liam regretted that question. He stood in his bedroom while Theo, Brett, Mason, and Sadie sat on his bed. Sadie throned between the other guys, one leg crossed over the other, and looked like she was having the time of her life. Liam was the poor victim and had to model several outfits for the self-proclaimed fashion experts of his pack (he knew Theo could dress good but at this point, Liam felt betrayed) who all had other ideas of the perfect outfit. "That dress shirt is perfect for you. Not too out there but also not too normal" Mason praised Liam's current outfit consisting of black pants and a dark grey dress shirt. Liam hated it. It was not even one of his shirts but one of Theo's Mason had just grabbed. His boyfriend had not protested (see, there was the betrayal) but now shook his head. "That's not the outfit to go." "Absolutely right. Liam, grab the one I hung there." Sadie pointed at the clothes and Liam grumbled but grabbed them and stalked into the bathroom. When he emerged again, he was wearing jeans, a blue slipover with a white button-down shirt underneath. Liam felt like he was a kindergartener dressed by mommy. "Now you look like back in Devenford. Then again, maybe this private school flair is exactly what you need", Brett snickered. Liam glared at him and Theo scoffed before he handed Liam the third outfit. Liam glared at him too for good measure and disappeared into the bathroom again.

The outfit Theo had picked for him, Liam didn't even know where he got it. He had never seen Theo wearing this particular combo. Cloth trousers, a polo shirt and a sports jacket over it. "How the hell do you get this? And why do you get this?" He asked once he emerged from the bathroom.   Interesting, Theo became a bit sheepishly. "I got it for some occasions? Maybe a job interview?" "This is so not you." Liam eyed himself in the mirror. "This is so not me either. What were you thinking, guys? None of your outfits were good." "You wanted us to help you", Mason defended himself. "I wanted to get suggestions, not become your dress-up doll", Liam replied sharply. Sadie sighed. "You're being difficult. Don't you want to make a good first impression?" "A good impression as himself, shouldn't that be the goal?" Caden had walked into the room and crossed the arms in front of his chest. He looked at Liam. "You look strange. Actually, you look like me whenever my aunt visited the family. Horrible." "How do you look when your aunt visits?" Brett had to know. Caden pulled out his cellphone and searched a bit before he handed the phone over. Brett snickered. "Okay, thanks for the laugh. So dapper, oh my. One would not think that since you're almost only ever wearing more casual clothing." Sadie giggled. "Does Ever know you can look like that?" "As a matter of fact, yeah. She doesn't like it. I can relate. But my aunt is quite old-fashioned and conservative. She came to town, we dressed like that, covered up our tattoos, the whole shebang. We just never liked it. Liam doesn't like dressing up either." "Tell me about it. That's a topic we have had since we're friends." Mason rolled his eyes. Liam wanted to glare at him but if he was honest, his best friend was right.   So he raised his shoulders. "I have dress shirts. I just happen to like t-shirts and jeans more." "Hence why I think you should wear that", Caden stated. "You are not like the type of Alpha who wears expensive clothing and the latest brands. You're Liam. We like Liam. Why do you want to be somebody you're not? Just to impress people you probably will never see again after that one time?" "That's true." Even Theo had to admit that. "I know when you're comfortable and you never are when you dressed up to a certain extend." "I still think if the occasion calls for it, you should make an effort", Sadie insisted. "It's not about what you want; it's about what our Alpha wants. Liam goes to the meeting and Liam has to represent himself and our pack. He should do it as his truest self possible", Brett retaliated. She pouted.

But then she got up from the bed and walked towards Liam's open closet. She dug around there for a while before she pulled out a pale blue t-shirt. It was a new one, Liam had only worn it twice and he loved how soft the fabric was, it felt good and comfy on his skin. Sadie handed it to him. "The color makes your eyes pop. That and that one light blue jeans you have. If you walk into a room full of strange werewolves, bright colors make you look friendlier." "That's Sadie. If you can't dress them up the way you want, at least get into chromatics", Brett praised.

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Quite a Liam-centric chapter but then again he's the Alpha and Landon's brother. And he had to make decisions. Now the question is, what will happen at the meeting? What do you guys think? All I can say is, I'm excited about the new chapter.

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.31

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Rose and Priscilla take care of all the floral arrangements. Rose talks with Priscilla about something that’s been weighing on her mind. Willy has a similar conversation with Mrs Mason.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​ @sleepiesapphicxoxo​

Charlie and Willy stayed behind to help Mrs Mason clean up the kitchen. Rose and Priscilla made their way outside. They walked up to the glass elevator.

"Whoa" Priscilla sounded in amazement. "Is this a glass elevator?"

"A flying glass elevator" Rose corrected her friend. She pressed the button and the elevator dinged as the door opened. "After you" She urged Priscilla.

Priscilla gave Rose a questionable look. "Is it even safe to fly in this thing?"

"Of course it is. Willy, Charlie and I fly in it all the time" Rose assured. "I'd be more worried about walking right into the door though" Priscilla stifled a laugh. She could only assume that Rose had walked into the door a few times. Rose gave her a warning glare. "It's not funny when Willy does it, and it's not funny when I do it"

"S-sorry" Priscilla muttered over her stifled laughter. She stepped into the elevator and Rose followed after her. Rose closed the door and Priscilla couldn't help but notice all the buttons. "Are these all rooms that are in the factory?"

"Yep" Rose said, popping the 'p'. She pressed a button and the elevator made its way to its destination. She looked over at Priscilla and smiled amusingly when she noticed that she was still looking at all the buttons. "Having fun there, Cilla?"

"Can you explain some of the rooms to me?" Priscilla asked. Rose was happy to oblige with Priscilla's request. She pointed out her favourite rooms and explained their purpose and what was made in them in great detail. Priscilla loved seeing her explain with such passion and excitement.

Rose noticed the way Priscilla was smiling at her. "What?" Rose asked as she copied the contagious smile.

"I just love seeing you get so happy" Priscilla told her. "That's why I can't wait to see you get married. I know on that special day, your smile will be so bright, the sun will be jealous of you"

Rose giggled a bit. "How poetic of you, Cilla"

"Let me correct myself" Priscilla said, holding up her index finger. "The sun should be jealous of you now. It will never burn brighter than you"

Rose didn't giggle but snorted with laughter as she playfully hit Priscilla on the arm. "I should get you the make the speech, considering you have such a way with words" The elevator landed in front of Harry's flower shop. It was a cute, brightly colored little shop with playful banners and baskets of beautiful flowers hanging from the awning. The two girls stepped out of the elevator.

"Harry's Fanciful Flora and Fauna" Priscilla read the name.

"This is a cute little place" Rose said. She took in a deep breath and she could smell the flowery scents. "And it smells delightful"

The two girls entered the shop. Harry could hear the bell ring and so he looked over to see who his new customer was. He was surprised to see Rose and Priscilla. "Rose, Priscilla. What an unexpected but pleasant surprise!" He greeted them.

Priscilla smiled weakly at him. She was still unsure about him but remembered that she was here for Rose. "Hi Harry"

"This is a pretty shop you've got here" Rose complimented.

"Thank you" Harry smiled appreciatively. "What brings you two by today?" He approached the two of them. Priscilla made sure to keep close to Rose, but Harry kept a reasonable distance from them.

Priscilla smirked at that, feeling rather pleased. Maybe Harry really has changed.

"Well, as you know Willy and I are getting married and..." Rose started.

"And you need a bouquet?" Harry finished for her.

Rose nodded. "Yes. And other arrangements purely for decoration"

"I'd be glad to help you with that" Harry said. He ushered them over to a table. "Why don't we all sit and you can tell me what you're thinking of?" Harry grabbed a notebook, and then the three of them sat at a table. "So, Rose, what do you want for your special day?"

"Well, I want a bouquet of roses. They are my favourite flower after all, and it's the most romantic flower in my opinion" Rose explained.

Harry jotted that down. "Roses for Rose. What colours would you like?"

"Red and white. The red represents love, and the white can represent new beginnings. But when you put those colours together, they signify unity"

"Love, new beginnings and unity" Harry repeated. He smiled as he wrote down the colours. "Perfect for a wedding"

Rose smiled at that sentiment. "It really is" She said dreamily. "Now, Priscilla here is handling all the decorations so you'll be working closely with her"

Priscilla smiled and held out her hand for Harry to shake. "Put it there, partner"

Harry chuckled at the gesture but shook her hand nonetheless. "I'm looking forward to collaborating with you"

"Honestly, me too" Priscilla admitted.

Harry averted his attention back to Rose. "So, the bouquet is figured out. What about the decorative arrangements?"

"Definitely irises and orchids" Rose decided.

Priscilla's eyes widened as she pictured an image in her head. "You can have those arranged on an arch"

Harry agreed with Priscilla's idea. "That's perfect. It'll take some time, but they can be woven together along the length of the arch"

Priscilla squealed in excitement. "Oh, that would look amazing. Then you add some lights and a canopy to the arch, it would look even more amazing" Priscilla looked to Rose. "How do you think that would look Rose?"

"Oh, I love it!" Rose said happily. "Then that just leaves table arrangements, which I'm thinking of daffodils and lillies for"

"Okay" Harry nodded as he wrote down the note. He then proceeded to read back Rose's requests. "Red and white roses for the bouquet, orchids and irises that are to be woven into the arch, and daffodils and lillies for table settings"

"That sounds right" Rose confirmed. "And thank you for doing this, Harry. It means a lot to me. Y'know, considering..." She trailed off.

"Yeah" Harry nodded, knowing what she meant. "Don't mention it, Rose. I see you as a friend now, and friends do nice things for friends"

"How much will all the flowers cost?" Priscilla asked. "I'm willing to pay anything"

"No charge" Harry denied Priscilla's offer. "Consider this my gift to you, Rose, and Willy as well considering this is his wedding too"

"Wow" Rose was shocked at his kindness. "Thank you, Harry" She got up and walked over to him. Then, she hugged him, which surprised Harry. Still, he hugged her in return. "Come to the factory tomorrow. You and Priscilla can start planning tomorrow"

"I'll be there, Rose" Harry said. He guided them to the door.

"Just wait one second, Mister" Priscilla said to him, pointing a finger at him. She glared at him, and Harry swallowed a lump in his throat, scared he had done something wrong. Then, Priscilla's glare was replaced with a smile and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "See you tomorrow, partner!"

Harry laughed and hugged her back. "You too, partner"

With that, the two girls left the shop. They stepped foot inside the elevator and started the trip back to Mrs Mason's house. Rose was rather pleased with what she got done today.

Her dress was figured out, she had the music taken care of, she was going to have an amazing cake, and the flowers were going to be beautiful. She knew that Priscilla would make the wedding look absolutely perfect, no matter how she decorates the meadow for the wedding, and her mom was a wonderful cook so the food was going to taste great. Her friends and family were going to be there, but the most important part was that she was going to be marrying Willy. It really was going to be the wedding of her dreams.

"Rose?" Priscilla spoke up, knocking Rose out of her daydream. "When you and Willy are married, do you know if you two will be having a family of your own?"

"I'd love to start a family with him" Rose admitted. She couldn't help the smile from appearing on her face as she thought about it. "We'd have a girl named Fleur and a boy named Dulce"

Priscilla raised a brow. "Fleur and Dulce?"

"I'm named after a flower, and Fleur means flower. So she'd be named after me. Willy makes chocolate and candy, and Dulce means sweet. That means he'd be named after Willy"

"That's really cute" Priscilla cooed. She noticed how quickly Rose's smile changed to an unsure look. "What's wrong?"

"It's just..." Rose paused, and her eyes began swelling with tears. "I don't think Willy even wants children. He doesn't even like children and--"

Priscilla stopped Rose. "Willy doesn't like children?" Rose shook her head. "Well, he likes Charlie doesn't he?"

"Everyone likes Charlie" Rose countered. "He's such a sweet boy. He's kind, honest, helpful, and he's always putting others before himself"

"Uh huh" Priscilla nodded.

"But you should have seen how Willy was with the other children on the tour. He couldn't stand them"

"Could you?"

"Absolutely not!" Rose scoffed. "Augustus could not stop stuffing his face. Violet was too competitive and arrogant for her own good, and do not get me started on the disgusting gum chewing! Veruca was just a spoiled brat. Mike was just plain rude and thought he was smarter than everyone else, when he clearly wasn't. Oh, and he hates chocolate. How could you hate chocolate!?"

"Hmm" Priscilla hummed. She had a knowing smirk on her face. "Even I can't stand those kids, and I haven't even met them"

"What's your point, Cilla?"

"My point is that Willy didn't like those children because they were rotten. I'm sure that he would love his own children unconditionally"

Rose managed a small smile. "You think so?"

"Absolutely" Priscilla wrapped her arms around Rose, bringing her into a hug. "Believe me, Rose. Someday, you're going to be an amazing mother and Willy will be an amazing father"

And little did Rose know, that Willy was having a very similar conversation with Mrs Mason as we speak.

******

Mrs Mason was washing dishes, Willy was drying them, and Charlie was putting them away. "I wonder how it's going for the girls" Mrs Mason wondered.

"My Rose is probably having fun" Willy said. A smile came to his face. "She's been having lots of fun planning the wedding"

"What about you Charlie?" Mrs Mason directed to the young boy. "Are you excited for the wedding?"

"Very much so" Charlie answered. "I've never been to a wedding before. This'll be the first one for me"

"She's gonna look so beautiful..." Willy mused quietly. He looked up and stared at the wall, his thoughts wandering to Rose. "Not that she doesn't look beautiful every day. She shines brighter than the stars! She is my starshine, after all" He giggled dreamily. "But the thought of seeing her in a pretty, pink and puffy cotton candy dress"

"That'll be some dress" Mrs Mason commented. "I can't wait to see how it turns out. Rose is going to look like a pretty porcelain doll in that dress. I can already tell" Her heart swelled at the thought of her daughter-figure in a beautiful dress, getting married to the man she loves. She started to cry.

"Patricia, you're crying!" Willy noted.

"Are you alright, Mrs Mason?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, I'm fine" Mrs Mason assured the two of them. She grabbed a paper towel and started dabbing her eyes with it. "I've always seen Rose as a daughter, and now she's about to get married to an absolutely wonderful man" She smiled at Willy as she gently pat him on the cheek. "Albert and I never had the chance to have children, and it was something we both wanted. That's why I'm grateful to have you three in my life. You're like my own children"

Children.

That word echoed in Willy's head. It got him thinking. "Patricia, do you think I would be a good father?"

Mrs Mason smiled at him. "Of course you would. What's bringing this up?"

"Because, I wasn't sure about it at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I do want to have children with Rose" Willy then frowned. "But, I don't know how to bring it up with her. I don't know if she even wants children"

"She's always wanted children of her own" Charlie assured him. He smiled as he thought of a memory. "She once nursed an injured bird back to health. That's when she decided that she wanted to be a mother someday"

"But, would she want them with me?"

"The girl is already marrying you, is she not?" Mrs Mason said. "She's going to be your wife. Of course, she'll want children with you. And both of you will be wonderful parents when that happens" She assured him as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "And my goodness, will they be gorgeous kids" With her other hand, she grasped Willy's chin and tilted his head around to get a good look at his face. "Just look at you. Mix in Rose's DNA and that's twice the gorgeousness"

"Thanks Patricia" Willy smiled at her. He turned to looked at Charlie. "And thank you, Charlie. I think I'm ready to talk about kids with Rose"

Mrs Mason smiled as she pat him on the cheek again. "And besides," She started. Willy couldn't help but  notice the mischievous grin on her face. "Making the baby is always fun"

Willy gasped. "Patricia! Charlie is right there!"

"We're back!" Rose announced in a sing-song voice. Her and Priscilla stepped foot into the kitchen.

"Starshine!" Willy exclaimed happily. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. "I missed you!" He started peppering kisses all over her face.

Rose giggled. "I haven't even been gone an hour, cocoa bean!"

"I know" Willy said, nuzzling into her neck as he sighed dreamily. "I just love you so much" He perked his head up to look at her. "It feels like a lifetime whenever I'm without you"

"Oh, my sweet, sweet cocoa bean" She cooed as she took his face in her hands. She stroked his skin with her thumbs. "I missed you too"

"When we get home, there's something I want to talk about with you. It's something important"

"There's something I want to talk about too. But, we still have one more thing to do"

"And what would that be, starshine?"

"We have to invite your father to the wedding"

Rose was expecting him to have a frown or some other worried expression on his face, but she was taken by surprise when he grinned excitedly. "What are we waiting for then? Let's go see my father!"

[mementotori]

I was tagged by @orime-stories for an OC dump, thank you so much! I keep going back and forth lately with the characters I’ve been obsessed with but as the last OC I talked about with @mad-mod was Cory; Wayhaven it is.

OC INFO MEME

BASICS

Full Name: Coraline Rana Hasna Mazanderani-Black...Cory please tho

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi Bi Bi

Pronouns: She/Her

OTHER

Family: Rebecca (her mother in Wayhaven Canon)

Birthplace: The Town of Wayhaven

Job(s): Detective, A Beacon to Inconvenience

Guilty Pleasures: None too many but she looooves chocolate.

Phobias: Absolute failure-she doesn’t take it well. She also super hates clowns which is really fun to explore in Book 2.

Hobbies: Well when she actually does take a moment for herself, Cory really enjoys arts and crafts in general. Her most favorite thing to do out of anything is pottery, she can take her time and mold it to how she wants it to be; she just finds it to be cathartic when she can do things she can control.

MORALS

Moral Alignment: Definitely neutral. I’d lean to lawful neutral but she’s got too much of a rebellious streak still in her that lends to being true neutral.

Sins: lust / greed / envy / gluttony / pride / wrath / sloth

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

THIS OR THAT

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in-between

hard-working / lazy

RELATIONSHIPS

OTP: Adam all the way, babey. Not many people put her on her toes and at first she and Adam were like oil and water. She’s incredibly stubborn and gives him a run for his money every single chance she gets. But you can’t tell me Adam doesn’t like that shit you know he likes the little bit of fight. I’m excited for more books to come out over the years because I’m in love with the character development. The Wayhaven Police Station is never dull when Cory and Adam are in the same vicinity.

Acceptable Ships: Ahhhhh you know I love me some Falk x Detective. I don’t think there’s another member of UB I’d ship her with tho.

BROTP: Cory adores @mad-mod Detective Veronica. They’re best friends and have been through a lot together. Out of UB she gets along almost too well with Mason. She’s also pretty close to Verda, they have a lot of the same ideals even though Cory is a little more outspoken when she doesn’t agree with someone’s opinion.

NOTP: BOBBY. SHE HATES BOBBY AND SHE’LL DIE ON THAT HILL. She thinks he’s such a sleaze, and since Bobby is Veronica’s ex it just makes it even more personal. She has many nicknames for him but if she’s trying to be somewhat cordial she’ll call him ‘Robert’ and she hopes he hates it.

This was so much fun thank you again! I’m obsessed with Wayhaven. I think Mishka is such a wonderful writer and the story is so engaging, she truly deserves every good thing that comes her way and I hope she can continue to happily write the rest of her tale. Anyone else who wants to do this please feel free, I wanna see your OC’s!

[btsqualityy]

BTS Second Pregnancy Series #8: Interacting With The Baby

26 weeks, or 6 and a half months, pregnant 

Kim Seokjin

“Jeez,” you muttered, setting your hands on your bump and rubbing in the spot that your baby had just kicked. This baby was definitely more active than Kaiden had been when you were pregnant with him, and it was times like this that made you realize that.

“You ok Y/N-ah?” Jin wondered and you nodded slowly. 

“This baby is definitely busier than Kade was,” you chuckled. 

“Are you in pain?” He checked as he sat down on the couch next to you and set his hand on your belly.

“No, it just always surprises me,” you replied. You heard a noise and then looked up, seeing Kaiden walking into the living room and then climbing onto the couch next to you.

“Are you ok Mommy?” Kaiden asked, noticing the look on your face and you chuckled when you saw the mini pout on his face.

“I’m ok sweetie,” you assured him. “The baby is just kicking Mommy a little bit too hard.”

“Oh,” he murmured, moving closer to you so that he was face to face with your stomach and he watched as the baby kicked you again. “I saw their foot!”

“Yeah?” You giggled and Kaiden nodded excitedly. He then lifted his hand, poking your stomach where you had felt the baby kick last. The baby then kicked in that spot again, making Kaiden giggle as he felt the outline of their foot. 

“That feels weird,” he said and you nodded in agreement.

“It feels weird for me too,” you told him and you watched as your two babies played “tag” back and forth with each other.

Min Yoongi

“Mommy, I’m ready!” Kinsley announced happily and you looked away from the mirror of your vanity to examine her outfit. The two of you were getting ready to head to the BigHit building to pick Yoongi up before heading out for lunch.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have on your shoes,” you chuckled and she looked down at her bare feet. “Go get your socks from your bottom drawer and then put on your converse.”

“Ok Mommy,” she nodded before running off to her room. You then turned back to the mirror, putting the finishing touches on your makeup before straightening up all of your products and putting them back in their rightful places. Kinsley then walked back into your bedroom just as you were closing the last drawer, her socks and converse on her feet.

“Here, come here and I’ll tie them for you,” you said as you stood up and Kinsley walked over to you. You then lifted her up and set her on the edge of the bed, bending down to tie her shoelaces. 

“Mommy?” Kinsley called and you hummed in reply. “Does it hurt having Kammie in your tummy?”

“Mm, sometimes but only when she moves around too much,” you told her. 

“Do you like having her in there?” 

“Sometimes,” you repeated as you looked up at her. “I like having her in there to keep her safe but like I said, it can hurt sometimes.”

“If it hurts, why is she in there?” Kinsley wondered and you bit your lip as you tried to figure out an age appropriate way to explain it to her. 

“You know how Daddy teaches you how to play new things on the piano sometimes? And it can be really hard to do right at first but when you do play it like Daddy, it makes you feel really happy?” You said and Kinsley nodded in understanding. “Well, having Kammie in my stomach is kind of the same thing. It can be hard but when she’s finally done growing and can come out, it’ll make me really happy.”

“And Daddy too? And me?” She asked and you smiled softly, nodding your head.

“Daddy and Kinsley too,” you confirmed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Here, you wanna feel her moving?” You asked and Kinsley nodded. You grabbed her hands and set them on the side of your bump, where Kamryn was having a field day. 

“Cool,” Kinsley murmured.

“See, it’s hard but it’s cool too, to feel her moving around,” you told her and she nodded with a small smile on her face.

Kim Namjoon

“What story do you think Maia wants to hear tonight?” Namjoon asked you and you hummed slightly as you thought for a few seconds.

“Mm, surprise us,” you finally shrugged. Namjoon nodded and turned around to face the books that were laid out on the dresser in your bedroom. Just like during your pregnancy with Mason, Namjoon loved reading to Maia as a way to bond with her. Just then, he walked over to the bed and climbed in next to you, smiling when you immediately cuddled up to his side and laid your head on his shoulder. 

“Ready?” He chuckled, and you nodded as you noticed that he had the book “Cinderella” in his hands. 

“All set,” you nodded and Namjoon opened the book before beginning to read. You set your hands on top of your bump and rubbed it softly as you felt your baby girl’s legs kicking away. 

“Mommy?” You suddenly heard and you looked up to see your bedroom door being pushed open, Mason’s head peaking inside. “Daddy?”

“Hey, what are you doing up out of bed buddy?” Namjoon wondered as he stopped reading. 

“Scary dream,” Mason murmured and you sighed softly. 

“Come here Myungie,” you called as you held your hands out and Mason immediately barreled into the room, climbing up onto the bed and squishing himself in between you and Namjoon.

“You wanna listen to the story?” Namjoon asked him and Mason looked up at him. “We’re reading to Maia.”

“Can I read it?” Mason asked and you smiled softly. 

“Yeah, go ahead buddy,” Namjoon chuckled as he handed the book to Mason. Mason had been doing pretty good with his sight words and the book was worded pretty simply so Mason was able read it pretty easily. Even when he came to a word that he didn’t know, Namjoon was right there to help him figure it out and it made you smile to see how much your oldest baby was growing up. 

“Did Maia like the book Mommy?” Mason asked once he finished reading and you smiled as you reached over and pushed his fringe back out of his eyes.

“She did. Look, feel,” you said as you grabbed his little hand, placing it on your bump. “She fell asleep.”

“It’s a good story,” he nodded, making you giggle. 

“You wanna sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?” Namjoon asked him and Mason nodded quickly, and you knew his nightmare still had him a little shaken up. 

“Come here then,” you said as you moved to lay down, holding your arms open to Mason who snuggled up as close to you as he possibly could. Namjoon reached over and turned off the lights in the room, laying down next to the both of you.

“Good night Mommy, good night Daddy, and good night Maia,” Mason yawned loudly and you kissed his forehead.

“Good night buddy,” Namjoon said as he ran his hand over the top of Mason’s head. 

Jung Hoseok 

“Mommy, Mommy!” You heard both Lennox and Berkeley shouting and you closed your eyes before taking a deep breath. 

“Just when I think that I can start a new book,” you huffed as you closed the book in your hands before reaching over and setting it on the bedside table next to you. Just as you did, Lennox and Berkeley burst into your bedroom with Hobi trailing close behind them.

“What’s going on kiddos?” You giggled as you watched them crawl up onto the bed and sit on either side of you. 

“Can we play with the baby?” Lennox asked excitedly.

“What do you mean ‘play with the baby’ Len?” You wondered.

“Daddy told us how,” Berkeley spoke up and you looked at her before looking up at Hobi. 

“They told me that they wanted to figure out a way to play with Hendrix while he’s still inside of you so I googled it and we found a way that we’d like to try,” Hobi explained. “Only if you feel like it, though. I told the kiddos that you were relaxing.”

“Does it involve me having to move?” You checked and Hobi shook his head with a laugh. “Alright then, go for it.” Hobi nodded and walked over to the bedside table that was on his side of the table, opening it and rummaging inside for a few seconds before pulling out a flashlight. 

“So babies can see light just like we do while they’re in the womb,” Hobi started to explain as he sat down on the bed next to Berkeley. “If we put this flashlight on your belly, he should be able to see it and move towards it.”

“Well, he’s on this side,” you said as you rubbed the left side of your belly next to where Lennox was sitting. “So try the right side.” 

“Here Princess, hold it to Mommy’s belly,” Hobi said as he turned the flashlight on and handed it to Berkeley. She then pressed it to your belly and you all waited with bated breath, until you finally felt your youngest son moving towards your right side. 

“Did you guys see him?” You checked and Lennox and Berkeley both nodded rapidly. 

“My turn!” Lennox exclaimed and Berkeley reluctantly handed the flashlight over to him. You watched with a smile as Lennox held the flashlight to your bump again, and you were happy that the twins were getting to ‘play’ with their little brother. 

Park Jimin

“Baby, it’s ok,” Jimin whispered softly as he held you in his arms, your face hidden in his chest as you cried. This pregnancy was just as hard, if not harder, as your pregnancy with Noah was and you found it a little bit more difficult to deal with the changes to your body this time around.

“It’s not ok,” you shot back, angry at the fact that you were crying but you were still upset so that just caused more tears to stream down your face. “I feel fucking terrible and I just want them out.”

“I know baby, I know,” he murmured softly. “I know you’re tired and you have a right to be, but you’ve still been doing an amazing job in looking after our baby despite that.”

“Really?” You whispered as you lifted your face to look up at him, and he nodded with a small smile.

“Of course you have,” he replied, leaning down and leaving a soft kiss to your nose. “Our baby is so lucky to have such an amazing mom.”

“Jimin-ssi,” you giggled softly as he left gentle kisses all over your face. 

“Want me to pamper you tonight? Help you feel a little better?” He wondered and you nodded quickly. He then had you lay down on the bed and he went to grab some cocoa butter before rolling your shirt up so that the hem sat above your bump.

“Little one’s getting pretty big huh?” Jimin smiled as he rubbed a generous amount of cocoa butter onto his hands before beginning to gently rubbed the skin of your bump. 

“Yeah, they are,” you nodded in agreement, a soft moan escaping your lips when Jimin began to rub a little harder which made him chuckle. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize jagi,” he assured you, moving down to the side of your bump and massaging there firmly. You just closed your eyes and laid there, enjoying the feeling when you suddenly felt your baby moving. 

“Jimin-ssi,” you called as you opened your eyes and looked down at him. “Did you feel them?”

“Yeah,” he murmured in awe and you groaned lightly when you felt the baby move over to the side of your stomach that Jimin was massaging. 

“Someone wants to be closer to Daddy,” you pointed out, making Jimin grin widely before he leaned down and kissed your bump multiple times. 

Kim Taehyung

You were asleep in your and Taehyung’s bed alone, Taehyung still off at the studio with the members. Usually, you would’ve still been awake to wait for him to get home, but your pregnancy made you easily tired so staying up was almost impossible for you these days. 

“Jagi?” You heard a deep voice whisper quietly and you opened your eyes, seeing that Taehyung was tiptoeing into your bedroom. 

“Mm, hey Tae,” you mumbled, reaching up to wipe your eyes. “How was your day?”

“Good, good. Got a lot done,” he murmured as he quickly stripped out of his clothes, putting on his pajamas and climbing into bed with you afterwards. He immediately moved over to you, laying his head on your chest and setting both of his large hands on your belly.

“How was your day? Was Munchkin good?” He asked in quick succession, making you chuckle.

“It was good,” you nodded. “I picked Spence up from school and then once we got back here at home, I helped her paint you a picture. It’s downstairs on the kitchen table for you too, by the way.”

“Cool. How’s Squirt doing in here?”

“He’s doing good. He’s been pretty calm all day, except for when Spencer was listening to Hobi’s mixtape and was screaming all of the lyrics and dancing around the house. I don’t know if he was trying to dance along or if he was trying kick his way out of my stomach to turn off the music.”

“Aww Squirt,” Taehyung laughed as he looked back down at your bump. “Your sister’s just a little out there, like Daddy is.”

“Isn’t that the truth?” You teased with a laugh.

“But you’ll get used to it, just like your Mommy did,” he continued on. You then shut your eyes, the sound of Tae’s deep voice talking to your son lulling you back to sleep again. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Hey Kook?” You called out as you gently knocked on the door of his home office, making him look away from the screen of his computer. While you were putting Ava down for her nap, Jungkook had popped his head into her room and told you to come to his office after Ava fell asleep because he had something to show you.

“Come here,” he beckoned you inside with a wave of his hand, and you stepped into the room and walked over to stand next to his chair. 

“What’s up?” You wondered as you looked at the screen of the computer, noticing that it was on his recording software. “Did you record a new song?” 

“First off, sit down,” he said as he set his hands on your hips, guiding you down to sit on his lap. “Secondly, yes I did record a new song.”

“You want me to listen to it?” You asked as you made yourself comfortable against him. 

“Actually, I wanted Aria to listen to it,” he chuckled as he grabbed the pair of headphones that were sitting on his desk. “I wrote it this morning and recorded it right after.”

“Ah, I figured that’s why you were MIA all day,” you giggled. 

“It’s not perfect or anything yet, but it’s a slow tempo song and I think it’ll be nice for her to hear,” he explained and you nodded. He then set the headphones over the expanse of your belly before leaning over to his computer and pressing play on the song. You could hear the music through the headphones and you understood why Jungkook wanted the baby to hear it,, given how soothing the melody sounded. You felt your baby girl start to move around and you smiled as you looked over at Jungkook.

“She’s definitely hearing it,” you chuckled. “Can’t tell if she likes it yet or not, though.”

“With how much you complain about how hard she can kick, I think she’d definitely let us know if she didn’t like it,” Jungkook laughed, making you do the same. 

“You’re such a good Daddy Kook,” you told him, and he looked up in mild surprise. 

“Where’d that come from?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged lamely. “I just know that I can be a lot when I’m pregnant, with the hormones and all, so I just wanted to remind you just in case I haven’t lately.”

“Well, thank you Y/N-ah,” he smiled, puckering his lips for a kiss. You playfully rolled your eyes before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. 

[littledemondani]

can you...please? | jim mason x fem!reader

Warnings: sub-ish!jim, oral (male & female receiving), mild dirty talk, pwp

Word Count: 1.0 K

Request: anonymous said: “Fuck I rly need some subby Jim asking me to use him by sitting on his face”

Summary: After having an emotional day, Jim asks you to take the reigns in the bedroom.

A/N: I would’ve answered this in an ask, but, I got carried away and it became too long. hope you all enjoy it! x

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“What was that babe?” you ask, surprise and shock laced through your voice.

Jim got quiet, frozen in place as he silently scolded himself for letting slip the one thing he never thought he’d ever say to you. It had been on his mind for weeks now, the idea of you taking control in the bedroom and using him as you pleased. He needed an outlet, a way to relinquish all the stress he had from keeping himself together, to not turn back to the life he used to lead. 

He finally got the courage to look you in the eye, his own eyes welling with tears. He opens his mouth to speak, stuttering a bit before finally saying: “Use me...however you want just, please?” 

The tone in his voice was desperate, needy, with a hint of sadness in it. You knew he was going through a lot, knew how hard it was to pull yourself out from the grip of addiction, having gone through it yourself. You nod, bringing your hand to cup the side of his face. “Okay, Jimmy. Don’t worry, I got you, babe.”

You gently push him onto his back and pull his boxers down, softly moaning as his cock springs free. You wrap your hand around it, leaning down to give a few teasing licks to the tip. He whimpers at the contact, bucking upwards on instinct as he grips tightly onto the sheets beneath him. You smirk, pressing a tender kiss to the head before kissing down the shaft to his balls. You take one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you gaze up at him through heavy lids. Jim whimpers, flicking his eyes downward as you start lazily stroking him.

“Mm, shit..” Jim breathes, rutting against your hand. “Baby..” his head tips back against the pillow, soft groans leaving his lips as you rub your thumb across the head of his cock. You pull off his balls with a pop, licking back up his shaft.

“Your cock is so fucking perfect, Jimmy,” you say, letting spit dribble out onto his cock. “So thick, heavy, veiny..” You take him into your mouth, moaning around him. You bob your head a few times, getting him nice and hard before pulling back.

He whines at the loss, snapping his head up to get a look at what you’re doing. You slide your panties down your legs, flinging them off to the side. You climb up his body, pressing open mouth kisses up his abdomen to his chest before pressing your lips to his. You kiss him sloppily, tangling your hand in his hair. “Tell me what you want,” you breathe, swiping your tongue along Jim's bottom lip. “I wanna hear you say it.” 

“Use me as your own personal fuck toy. Please…,” Jim pleads, gazing at you with so much need behind his eyes. “Ride my face, baby…”

You smirk, positioning yourself over Jim's face, your knees on either side of his head. “If that’s what my baby wants, then that’s exactly what he’s gonna get.” You place your hands on the headboard as you lower yourself onto Jim's face, moaning hotly as he swipes his tongue along your folds.

Jim puts his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He licks over your outer lips, eyes fluttering as your taste floods his mouth. He brings two fingers to your lips, spreading you open and continuing to run his tongue over you. You slowly start rocking your hips, sighing happily at the pleasurable feeling. “Jimmy..that feels so good.” 

He whimpers, flicking his gaze up at you. He circles his tongue over your clit, relishing in the way your face scrunches in pleasure. He repeats the action a few more times before running his tongue back down your cunt to your entrance, dipping his tongue inside of you. You pick up speed a little, angling your hips so his nose brushes against your clit with each movement you make. 

“Oh god..fuck,” you moan, your head dropping down to get a good look at Jim. You hold his gaze, biting down on your bottom lip as you continue grinding against him. “You like this? You like it when I grind my pussy on your face?”

He nods eagerly, groaning against your cunt. He begins working his mouth feverishly, eyes rolling as you grind even harder. “Suck on my clit,” you demand softly. “Go on, Jimmy.” 

Jim immediately takes your clit into his mouth, sucking gingerly on the swollen nub. You move your hands from the headboard to just above his knees, moaning loudly as you swivel your hips. “That’s it..” you breathe. “Fuck, you’re being such a good boy sucking on my clit like that.” You reach for his cock, stroking him at a steady pace.

He bucks up against your hand, increasing the speed of his suctions. He grips onto your hips tightly, almost hard enough to leave small bruises. You toss your head back as your orgasm nears, grinding your pussy even faster. “I’m close, Jim. So fucking close.” You let go of his cock, bringing your hand to your mouth and licking your palm, wrapping your back around him. “Do you wanna cum too, Jimmy? I can feel you throbbing like you want to.” 

He moans, thrusting upwards in response. You giggle breathlessly, pumping him at the same speed of your grinding. “You’re gonna have to wait until after I cum, can you do that?”

Jim nods, eyes closing as he focuses on bringing you to your climax. It doesn’t take much longer before your orgasm rocks through you, screaming his name as you gush all over his mouth and chin. You let go of his cock, grabbing hold of the headboard as you continue grinding your cunt against him, wanting to draw out your orgasm as much as possible. 

Once you’ve come down from your high you remove yourself from his face, chuckling breathlessly. “That was...so good.” 

Jim looks up at you with glassy eyes, giving you a small smile. “Thank you..for that.”

You smile in return, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Don’t thank me just yet,” you say, winking at him as you settle between his legs. “I do believe I said you could cum after I did.” 

//

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otp tag.

tagged by @solasan​, thank u!!!!!   tagging: @ritualism​ and @editoress​ i think all my other Wayhaven ppl have been @’d already

PENNY AND FELIX EDITION

DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice?

i neither! penny if i had to choose, but shes usually p good at keeping cool. and felix doesn’t seem like a shouty person anyways.

who threatens to leave but never actually does?

N/A

who actually keeps their word and leaves?

N/A

who trashes the house?

N/A

do either of them get physical?

N/A

how often do they argue/disagree?

i think their first disagreement is in book 2 when Felix got hurt during Sanja’s rescue. Penny feels super guilty about it and is worried Felix is brushing it off when he has a right to be upset. She’s kinda haunted by that whole situation and the choice she had to make. Other than that, they definitely never really argue. At most in the beginning Penny was just kind of oblivious/flippant because she’s socially awkward lol

who is the first to apologize?

both lmao

SEX.

who is on top? who is on bottom?

Felix is a little top  you cant convince me otherwise

any kinks?

not really

who has the strangest desires?

i think they’re mostly just cute in bed without anythnig crazy going on

who’s dominant in bed?

  FELIX!! in the cute ‘i got this’ kind of way. Penny’s shy so definitely not her.

is head ever in the equation?

duh

if so, who is better at performing it?

felix has the charisma but i think penny has the technique

ever had sex in public?

 they did almost fuck in nate’s library 

who moans the most?

Penny!  Felix thinks its cute

who leaves the most marks?

FELIX LOVES HICKIES. hes sad that they don’t last super long on him, but she tries anyway.

who is the more experienced of the two?

I think they’re pretty even actually

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

latter

how long do they usually last?

im sure it varies

rough or soft?

soft!!

is protection used?

YES. penny is ON that shit. Though she wouldn’t be against having kids one day.

does it ever get boring?

nah they’re too cute and in gross cuddly love. Does felix look like he’d EVER get bored of the detective

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

it didnt  happen but again, nates library. Penny was secretly kinda into it 

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children / do they have children?

 I don’t think either are seriously considering it for a while but Penny is a good 50/50 on it!

if so, how many children do they want/have?

just one, maybe two.

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

Felix! Penny’s a little more standoffish in general with physical affection, but she does love cuddling Felix. If he wants to cuddle she’s p much always down for it.

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Felix. Have you heard what that boy says

who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

Felix! Though only in private. He know’s Penny’s shy and its cute to do it when shes working or something. He likes playfully distracting her.

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Probably for a good while, though Penny has a tendency to get antsy. Usually it just means her getting up and him happily following after her though

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

video games! She showed him Animal Crossing and it was over

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

on the couch!

SLEEPING.

who snores?

Penny...

if both do, who snores the loudest?

Not loudly , but again penny.

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

they share a bed!

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

depends!

what do they wear to bed?

Penny wears pj shorts and a cotton shirt, pretty simple. Felix is probs similar

are either of them insomniacs?

Penny DEFINITELY is. Thankfully Felix doesn’t sleep a lot so she’s rarely disturbing him!

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

YEP. Especially after book 1, she started having nightmares.

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Felix is a koala.

who wakes up with bed hair?

Penny. Felix somehow always looks fucking perfect and she’d be jealous if she didn’t think it was so charming.

who wakes up first?

Penny. Even if Felix is just lazing about, she’s one of those responsible people or something.

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Felix tried. keyword being tried. 

what is their favourite sleeping position?

Penny sleeps on her side and Felix clambers around either with one leg over her or spooning her usually.

do they set an alarm each night?

Penny does!

who has nightmares?

Both :(. Hard to tell with Felix how often for him

can a television be found in their bedroom?

Penny doesn’t have a TV

who has ridiculous dreams?

Felix for sure. Sometimes involving stuff pertaining to the Echo World and Penny is like ??? and he doesn’t know how to explain it.

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Felix

who makes the bed?

Felix, because he insists. Penny goes back and straightens it out

what time is bed time?

 bed by 1

any routines/rituals before bed?

felix insists on brushing their teeth together bc he thinks its cute (penny does too). its how she first actually got a glimpse of his fangs

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

neither! though felix DOES complain.

WORK.

who is the busiest?

penny. felix is  busy keeping himself from dying of boredom

who rakes in the highest income?

n/a

are any of them unemployed?

n/a

who takes the most sick days?

Penny, though very rarely. She usually saves them for days where she wants to work from home because the office got too overwhelming.

what are their jobs?

Vampire Agent vs Police Detective

who sucks up to their boss?

 Felix tries to charm Rebecca. Rebecca just sighs.

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Felix. Got distracted

who stresses the most?

PENNY. though she usually takes things in stride, she’s a little up tight.

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

Penny is fine with being a detective and doubly fine with being an agent.

are they financially stable?

yeah!

HOME.

who does the washing?

Penny. We know what Felix’s stance is on laundry considering he hides his socks in Mason’s hamper.

who takes out the trash?

Felix , and he acts like a hero

who does the ironing?

Penny! She wears nice clothes that definitely would require ironing. 

who does the cooking?

Penny is a serviceable cook, though she tends to cook the same things. And sometimes still eats like a (healthier) college student because she doesn’t have the energy. Felix LOVES using it as an excuse to order food.

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Felix.

who is messier?

Felix. More just disorganized

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Felix. Again, boy clearly hates laundry

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Neither. Unless Felix yoinked the keys - then they could be anywhere.

who answers the telephone?

FELIX. First ring, always. 

who mows the lawn?

city slickers for life so neither

who does the vacuuming?

both. felix likes doing it and danciing

who does the groceries?

Penny because felix will bring back a bunch of things they didnt need

who takes the longest to shower?

Penny. She uses so much water

who spends the most time in the bathroom?

neither!

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

nah theyre secret agents

how many cars do they own?

just penny’s little clunker

what’s their song?

waterfalls coming out your mouth // violet hour (especially this one) // sugar

do they live in the city or in the country?

small town

do they own their home or do they rent?

penny’s renting but wouldn’t be against owning a little flat somewhere

do they enjoy their surroundings?

wayhaven is home and comfortable for penny! she was actually falling out of love for it before she got promoted, now she feels protective over it and the supernaturals shes now aware live there.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

felix goes insane waiting until they can meet up again. penny is often thinking abt him but is eager to get work done so she can do it even sooner

where did they first meet?

abandoned warehouse in book one - though the first meeting SHE remembers is him kissing her on the hand... romance...

who spends the most money when out shopping?

i feel they both are pretty similar! Theyre Fashionable, though Pennys really good at budgeting.

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

listen it doesnt happen in canon but if you do the combat training route with felix he fucking puts your hands up his shirt

any mental issues?

penny has anxiety and has been diagnosed as autistic since she was, like, 12. felix clearly has some shit he’s not letting himself fully mourn but OKAY BUDDY

who finds it amusing when the other trips over? 

penny laughs when felix trips just because he’s like a beautiful ragdoll and always ‘saves’ himself in really funny ways. felix is such a prince charming i think he’d see her tripping more as an excuse to be dashing and handsome at her and save her from face planting than laugh. 

who’s terrified of bugs?

penny definitely isn’t. could see felix losing his shit over a spider.

who kills the spiders around the house?

PENNY. doesn’t kill them though.

do they have any fears for their future?

Penny’s worried that loved ones might get put into danger due to ... everything. Verda found out about vampires and wasn’t hyped, so she’s worried about their friendship and his saftey most of all. She’s also worried about making ‘tough’ choices like the one at the end of book 2. It’s not a pleasant dilemma.

their favourite place?

Penny’s apartment!

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

felix FOR SURE

who pays the bills?

both, but penny set it all up on autopay bc felix would forget.

who’s the tallest?

Felix! He’s like what, 5′7-5′9? penny’s 5′3.

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Both! Penny’s shy when doing it but she loves felix’s reaction because he’s always super excited.

who wanders around in their underwear?

neither

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

felix. duh

what do they tease each other about?

everything! penny teases felix over how energetic and goofy and ~suave~ he is. He teases penny over being bashful - but she actually teases him more! He teases her over ROMANTIC stuff.

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Penny. The waistcoat, Felix. Why. No

who crushed first?

FELIX DIDDDDDDD. Penny got flustered but is very :/ at relationships bc she struggles socially and the only serious relationship she had prior was fucking BOBBY. So she straight up doesn’t trust that felix is being genuine at first. Also she’s a lil bit oblivious.

any alcohol or substance related problems?

nope!

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

neither

who swears the most?

probably felix, though I don’t think he swears a lot either?