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thefiery-phoenix · 10 months ago

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Can I request Yandere goo ? Thanks

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YANDERE KIM JOON GOO(GOO KIM) HEADCANONS

As annoying and childish he can be at times, he is well aware of his surroundings, he has a hidden darker twisted side to his childish personality and that side would make people SHIVER in their shoes. Despite his playful demeanor, you have to hand it to him, he is one determined person when it comes to you. You were having trouble fending off a few creepy men who started leering after you and made inappropriate comments about you as you were backed against the brick wall behind you huddled in fear. Goo was in a slightly pleasant mood, he just finished extorting money from a local gang and beat those schmucks with ease, he was almost longing for a fight when he saw you, a pretty little thing being bothered by creepy older men. He's always wanted to play 'knight in shining armor' to defenseless little things like you after all

"It's rude to make such comments about people like that you know, old man? How about I knock some of your teeth out and cut your tongue off? Or how about I gouge your eyes out so you won't look at someone with that filthy gaze of yours again?" asked Goo with a sinister smirk on his face as the men could tell by his tone he really wasn't messing around. However one of them stupidly decided to try punching him when Goo intercepted the punch and grabbed the man's arm as he kicked his shin and kicked the man to the ground swiftly, rendering him unconscious. The other men fled away in terror as Goo called out "OH COME ON, THAT WASN'T EVEN A REAL FIGHT, EVEN A MONKEY SWINGING A STICK CAN FIGHT BETTER THAN YOU MORONS!" as he cackled to himself while you still looked at him in confusion and terror as his smirk widened

"Well...hello there pretty...don't worry. I don't bite...yet..'' said Goo as he winked at you while his eyes surveyed your features. "Um...thank you for saving me'' you mumbled and bowed down politely as he chuckled softly to himself, how adorable you were, bowing to him and everything. What a goody little two shoes you were, it hadn't even been 15 minutes since he'd met you and he was already starting to like you. "You know, I don't go around doing things like this for free...I expect some form of payment sweetheart'' spoke Goo as he watched you closely. "I only have a few Won if that's what you're after'' you mumbled and tried to pull out your wallet from your bag. He couldn't believe he was doing this either but for the first time, he just waved his hand dismissively when you offered him your money

"Keep your money sweetheart, I expect something different from you...it would be such a shame to lose a pretty thing like you...let's stay in touch then?" he asked you as he leaned closer and his mouth was curved into a cheshire like grin which made you slightly nervous. Alarm bells started ringing in your mind when he stepped closer to you and something about him was just off putting and your gut was screaming at you that something was VERY wrong with the situation you were currently in. "Okay I guess?" you said hesitantly as his grin widened and he looked pleased. "Well, wonderful then. I'll catch you later. Don't miss me too much'' he spoke in a sing song voice as he winked at you and walked off in the opposite direction as he started humming to himself

You thought that would be the last you'd see of him but never have you been more wrong of something in your entire life before. He started appearing out of nowhere into your life and just managed to worm his way into your life and schedule, always following you around like some lost puppy with his usual smug cocky grin on his face. You don't need to know the details of how he managed to get your address, or how he managed to know where you did your part time job or what time you fall asleep...what you don't know wouldn't hurt your pretty little head. When he wants something, he goes through whatever lengths needed to achieve it even if he has to get his hands dirty so be it. He has no qualms of eliminating people from his path and making them drop dead like flies if he thinks they're getting too close to you. Don't you know that you belong to him now from the very moment he set his eyes on you?

He's also quite the delusional one, he believes that you both are in a relationship already from the very moment he laid his eyes on you. You just need to know about it. So when he sees you hanging out with some other random moron when you're at your part time job, he hates it. He just hates seeing you around other people, there are times when he feels like wrapping you in silk and locking you in a room and just throwing away the damn key so you wouldn't be able to leave his sight. With such delusional, possessive and obsessive thoughts churning through his mind, it will just fuel his desire to show you who you REALLY belong to. When it comes to him dealing with so called rivals for your affection, it's just straight up death for them. There's no in between, he doesn't even bother using his sword. However he won't be smiling since he views it as something serious when someone's trying to steal you from him, he views it as a threat for your relationship, even if you still don't know he CONSIDERS you both are in a relationship

He finds it amusing and endearing how unaware you are of your surroundings, it just boosts his ego that he's playing your knight in shining armor and feeds into his overly large god complex and gives him an impression that he's protecting you from all the evils of the world as your protector. He's amused about how you haven't managed to find out about the hidden tracker he placed in your phone, how he always watches you wherever you go even in the shadows, the little cute gifts he leaves for you at your doorstep, most of them being letters with the words 'I love you' written over and over again which would make you get creeped out. Then he'll have the audacity to PRETEND to be concerned when you tell him you have a stalker secretly pleased you're rushing into his arms for comfort. There's nothing you need to worry about, he's always there for you to keep you safe after all

It won't even be a full month before he decides to just kidnap you and take you fo himself, it'll be better for him to spend more time with you that way. When you wake up crying and screaming, he's confused. Why are you so upset, he's doing you a favor you know, he's keeping you safe. He just coos at you and holds you in his arms as he tells you about your current living situation with him, gently wiping away your tears and kissing your cheeks holding you in his arms and hugging you in such a way you won't be able to escape from his grasp

He's extremely clingy, privacy be damned. He's always holding you one way or another and he likes having you in bone crushing hugs and smothering you with his love and affection, don't try resisting him, just don't. He'll just see you being a grumpy little brat and smother you even more, your protests of indignation and pleas of wanting to be left alone would fall on deaf ears. Don't try anything silly like thinking of starving yourself, he'll make you sit on his lap and force feed you if he has to as he shoves spoon after spoon of food down your throat while he keeps talking on and on about the recipe of the dish he's feeding you followed by a story of how he had a fun day beating people up and traumatizing them. Your average and typical Tuesday 💀

Escape? From him? Don't make him laugh, honey. He'll find you easily without even breaking a sweat. It'll be like a silly little cat and mouse game, in his opinion, you're just bored and you're playing around and messing with him and he's more than happy to indulge into your little game and scheme. But he won't chase after you immediately, no, no. You'd try your best to get away from this blonde manchild of a madman and he'd just be sitting on the couch staring at his phone with a knowing smirk on his face, able to trace your every move. He'll lull you into a false sense of security wanting you to think that you've escaped from him, till he finally finds you and he just loves how your face falls in disbelief and utter shock when he comes strolling towards you like nobody's business, taking great pleasure that he burst your little bubble. "Had your fun darling? Time to go home now'' cooed Goo as he held your hand though the grip was a bit harder than usual

If you've received someone else's help to escape from him that's when things will get messy and complicated. He doesn't have a problem with you attempting to do it on your own because he knows you'll fail in the end and he'll find you eventually so he isn't too worried about that. What he doesn't like is you taking someone else's help and then trying to escape from him, it's like you're trying to leave him for them and his jealousy will just spiral out of control completely. You'll know something is seriously wrong when he doesn't have his usual smirk on his face and his face is grim and stoic as he glares at the poor soul who decided to help you escape from him, as he pulls out his sword and with one clean strike, the person is now on the ground dead with their blood flowing around their lifeless corpse. When he sees a potential rival, he always goes for the kill because no way would he spare some pathetic idiot who tried to take you for themselves

There's no escape for you from him at all. Not even Gun would be able to help you, as much as Gun says Goo is annoying he would actually ensure you're with Goo and won't leave him. If he's the one to find you after you tried to run away from Goo, he'll be quick in dragging you back to Goo and carry you like a sack of flour, telling you how silly and childish you were for running off like a little brat. Goo wouldn't hurt you or be mad at you but he'll impose some HEAVY restrictions around the place you both are living at barring all sorts of escape routes for you and cutting off internet access for a while till you can be trusted again that you won't pull a stunt like this again. You can hate him and scream at him as much as you want, your insults and pleas would just go into one ear and right out of the other

He likes physical intimacy and physical affection a lot. He just likes to hold you and be around you. However he gets agitated and will sulk and annoy you if you decide to ignore him. This one time when you were reading a book, he spoiled the ending for you and you just glared at him and didn't even bother to look at him for the rest of the day to which he got really sulky and started whining and complaining and annoyed you till you finally relented after he caged you in his arms and tried to guilt trip you with the expression of a kicked puppy. He'd like to do cheesy domestic things with you like applying flour to your cheeks and nose and running off while you chase after him. He's too far gone in his delusions of building a future with you. You both are already a couple in his mind, the next step is straight up marriage. Besides, you'd look so pretty with HIS ring on your finger, proving to the world that you're his and his alone...

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like-rain-or-confetti · 4 months ago

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In the Circle. (Alec Volturi x Reader)

Escaping the Volturi was no easy thing and you wish you weren't surprised when it was the twins of all guards to be sent after you. Alec seemed more driven than Jane to hunt you down and retrieve you. He was like a dog with a bone, taking off into the forest after you and catching up fast until he tricked you into staying still long enough to use his gift, making a ring of black mist around you.

The black mist twirled and circled around you, but didn't touch you. The waves, twists and turns of the most collapsing in on itself was almost calming- had it not been possible danger. You didn't know enough about Alec's gift to determine if you stepped through it if it was a one touch and you were finished or if it took time. You also didn't want to find out. Jumping it was another matter. It bought the guards time to catch up. Realisation crashed down as you realised you were stuck. Trapped. You knew it...and so did Alec.

Alec stood by a tree, hands slightly outstretched, staring you down as the mist descended from his hands and slowly seeped into the loop. "I'd ask you why you'd run off but...it doesn't really matter. You're coming back either way. It's whether you'll come back intact." Alec began, his eyes roaming over your body before meeting your eyes again. "Come back willingly...so we don't have to hurt you. I'd rather not. I don't want to see you hurt." He took a step forward, his eyes a little more intense, his tone more forceful. "You wouldn't really leave me. You're just a little lost. A little afraid. It'll pass. The volturi...it's not...easy. I understand that. We've all been there." The tone shifted back into the soft innocence he adopted previously to lure you back.

The words were smooth as silk. The words were correct. He clearly understood the turmoil you felt. Yet the delivery, try as he might, it was off. It came off sing song-y. He understood it but he didn't feel it. There was no recollection of such a feeling in his delivery. It made you consider he wasn't telling the truth. The only way he could be telling the truth was if he had changed so much that the feeling was a distant dream that couldn't be brought to the surface. Regardless, his intent was clear. To lure you back. Even if you weren't sure why he wasn't just using force. Somehow, that made it worse.

You knew you had to be careful. So very careful. If Alec didn't get his way, his calm demeanor would switch immediately. It was something he never grasped or if he did, he didn't care. It wouldn't be the first time he made himself sound innocent- almost childish to get his way or provoke a false sense of security. Perhaps it worked on Aro, but to outsiders and especially to you- it was creepy. The voice and attitude not matching the twins ages, and it made your skin crawl.

There was nothing stopping Alec from using his gift or even attacking you outright. Yet he stood as still as a statue, staring you down, silently daring you to go against him. Even if this was a chance he didn't give anyone else. Then again, some whispers around the guards said Alec was very particular about you. Dare anyone say...attached. "Why are you doing this?" You pleaded. Alec smiled and in that strange, eery mimicked childish tone of innocence he replied. "I just want you to stay with me." Then everything went black.

#oneshot #one shot #twilight #the volturi #alec volturi #reader

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nogenderbee · 4 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @stellas-starry-stories13 request: reqs are still open????

damn bro

did you like increase the amount of reqs or smth

Anyway

akito, toya, and rui with a gf who can sing rlly good but she doesnt think so and like they basically have to convince her she has talent

ty pookie

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kinda yeah hihi I usually do 10 and this time I did 15 >:D Anyway hope you don't mind the fact I made it little oneshot hihi 🤭

Anyway I had a bit of fun here so I really hope you'll also like it!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, TW: small swear in Akito part

Akito came over to the playground the two of you were often meeting up. He saw you using this time to practice so he quietly walked closer and closer behind you. He didn't wanted to be creepy but also knew if you hears him, you'd stop singing... And can you really blame him for just wanting to enjoy the beautiful melody?

"Goddamn why the high note..."

He could hear you complain to yourself... and just by the way you couldn't reach the high note, he could hear your voice was most definitely strained...

"Don't. You'll make your vocal cords worse."

"A-Akito?! When did you got here?!"

"Just a while ago. Here."

He replied shortly an just reached out his right hand holding bottle of water for you to take.

"Take it easy."

"Eh... I seriously want to learn how to sing finally..."

"You're already great at singing, don't bullshit me. I'll shut up your mouth myself if I'll have to. You're literally one of the best singers I know so don't damage your throat like that."

He said a bit done with how self conscious you seem to be about your singing, when he's admiring it every time he hears your voice! It's him who's supposed to be jealous of the other's talent here, not you!

He only furrowed his eyebrows more and crossed his arms when he saw how unconvinced you looked. With small sigh he realized there might be just one way for you to listen to him...

"You're... actually my idol, believe it or not..."

"I... am... what...?"

You stops there just looking at each other in silence, you trying to figure out if he's serious, while he tries to nad faint from emberassment.

"Let's get this date going. What was it? Cafe?"

He said standing up straight and turning towards exit of the playground, thinking he found great excuse to forget about what he said and takw your attention somewhere else.

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @stellas-starry-stories13 @hakulivesformusic @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 @aluvslink - come get your pancakes lover!

Toya thought it's gonna be a normal home date for you! He casually rang on your doorbell, hoping for you to answer, but when he was on 5th ring, you didn't answer the door or any of his phonecalls... he got seriously worried... So he used the spare keys you gave him in case of an emergency and opened the door for himself.

"Y/N? I'm sorry for barging in like this but... you didn't answer and I'm really worried now... Are you alright? Did something happen?"

He slowly walked into house, raising his voice ever so slightly to make his presence known. His legs slowly lead him to your room... he also gave a little knock on the door once he arrived, but he was a little hesitant when he heard you were apparently... listening to his groups song?

After few minutes you opened the door for him a little bit surprised. But before you could even said anything, he quickly explained himself, not wanting you to have any bad suspicions about him.

"You weren't answering at doorbell or my phone calls... I got worried and used the spare keys. I'm sorry..."

"No, no... it's my fault for listening to music too loudly..."

He looked over at your computer screen and noticed the song named "Aun no Beats", covered by Vivid BAD SQUAD. His first thought was that you might be having negative thoughts about yourself again, but he didn't wanted to jump into conclusions... so he decided to ask first.

"May I ask why were you listening to my groups song?"

"I just... you sound really nice in that cover! And... I just wanted to... enjoy it?"

It was clear lie to him. Now he was sure you were doubting your singing talent again, so he swiftly took your hands into his and placed a soft kiss on it's back, not hiding with his words he knows true reason behind your actions.

"You're amazing singer, my dear... Every time I hear your voice, it feels like my voice is being blessed by an angel... You're incredible at what you're doing, trust me."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @stellas-starry-stories13 @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover!

Since Rui has practice with his group today and you were free, and he didn't wanted to leave you alone... he invited you to join! He honestly didn't mind you wanted to sit in audience~ Everyone have their preferences after all!

But nonetheless, he still kept a close eye on you when he performed... and he was glad he did because he noticed that look in your eyes that told him everything. The way you were sadly looking at the current singer... the way your face turned into a frown during someone's higher notes... he could tell you were thinking about your own talent not being enough again...

So the first chance he got, he approaches you sneakily and surprised you with sudden hug! He tried to appear cheerful to not let you know he figures you out, so you wouldn't turn to defensive mode.

"How's my pretty singer doing~?"

"Oh- uh... I'm good! But I wouldn't say I'm-"

"Yes, you are... You're great singer, darling. Please don't doubt yourself..."

In the end he can't hold back the honesty... he just finds it so hard to believe, how someone as amazing as you doesn't see what an amazing person they actually are...

"Just trust me on this one! It's not any plan or trick, I promise on RoboNene!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 @sillykana-13 @aluvslink - come get your crazy inventor~

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lovetei · 2 years ago

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could you write obey me boys with an idol mc? like they just somehow became famous on devildom 🕺 like these kpop/jpop idols! i was thinkin abt a newjeans like concept (attention, hype boy and cookie specifically)!

Hmm, that's so cute. I wanna see the boys watching your private life through your videos!

Damn... This made me want to redo my ROYAL Universe, I put such a small effort in that I feel sorry :')

Never mind, I'll redo it later.

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Obey me universe where MC is an Idol

IDOL Universe: Introduction

Warnings: MC uses gender neutral pronouns, manipulation, slightly dark themes

Links: Masterlist

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Frilly skirts and sexy tuxedo's

The one and only idol that threatened every other groups in the Devildom by simply playing their songs intro,

Dancing at the largest stage of the Devildom is basically your normal by now.

Getting invited at parties where the wealthy and the influential can only enter

Your influence spread like wild fire all across the eighth rings of hell until no one in the Devildom don't know you.

But that isn't enough,

After you conquered the lower class of demons you climbed your way up to meet the socialites

And now here you are, on one of your highly earning concerts but this one is different

There's a different face among the crowds

There's Leviathan

Sitting in front with no one beside him

That's weird, your manager told you that every ticket are sold out and the VVIP tickets are sold at the same day...

No way...

Did Leviathan bought all the VVIP tickets?!

Yes, yes he did.

He even bought a special fan meet ticket.

"Hi! Good evening!" You cheerfully greeted to your only fan that managed to afford your over the top VVIP fan meet ticket.

"Have a seat." How weird, the rumors said he's all shy and stuttery but the person you're seeing right now is no weeb, it's the grand admiral.

"Ah, yes... Thank you!" Even though nervousness is starting to cloud your senses you need to keep your idol persona or else some nasty news will dug themselves up from the graves.

"I must say your pricing is totally over the top but I expected it from an idol whose at the top of the current food chain." Wow, how blunt.

"Yup! This ticket allows my fans have more indept conversation with me!" You smiled with your usual bright grin.

"Yeah, I almost thought it's a bait for those in the noble class. You know, for them to brag about how they managed to get their hands on such ticket." He replied as he took a sip of the coffee in front of the two of you.

"I'll go straight to the catch." He voiced out as soon as the mug landed on the glass of the coffee table.

"I want you to perform for my birthday." You almost choked up on your own spit after what he said sinked in.

"Aw... I'm deeply sorry but my manager won't allow me-" Is what I'm about to say but my manager barged into the room, sweating adn excused herself saying she has something to say to me.

She went closer and whispered something to me "He's willing to pay hundred of billions Darling! Hundreds of millions!"

What? Is he some type of freak? Why would he pay hundreds of millions just to have some idol like me to dance and sing around for his birthday?

MC, Devildoms brightest star who's hiding something

MC who secretly despised all the creepy people in the fan meets

MC who washed her hand throughly until it scratches every fan meet because of the amount of disgusting people that touched them.

MC who thinks everyone, everything is there to help them get on top of everything

MC who practiced the 'genuine' smile the crowd loves so much.

MC who can cry on command that faked their cry on live stage a they accept their most recent award.

MC Devildoms brightest star

MC who's willing to be in a dating scandal with the avatar of envy if it means it'll raise their popularity and their net worth.

#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me crack #obey me idol universe #obey me au #obey me leviathan #obey me idol mc #dark obey me

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saintmuses · 11 months ago

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❝𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩❞

Pairing:

Chris x Rockstar!Reader

Summary:

It was 1978, she was living her life on stages. She had her whole future planned out which was playing in front of crowds until she dropped dead. Well that was the plan until the night she met Chris.

Warning(s): soft SMUT. Slight Oral (m-receiving). Slight fingering. P in V. Attack/threat (from a stranger). Minors, dni!

Word Count: 3k

For some reason, this particular night called her. Called out to her in a certain fashion with a seductive tone with a voice as a sin.

She didn’t know why, but she was ready to fall in the deep abyss that was the night sky filled with clusters of stars. To her, the stars reminded her of gold dust from afar; the closest thing to her was the gold glitter smeared on her cheekbones that was brushed upwardly and gold eyeshadow that looked like fallen dust.

It was nineteen seventy-eight, and Y/N could practically taste the anticipation on her lips as she could hear the rising excitement of having her on stage at .

Clad in worn-out converses, bell bottom jeans and skin tight tank top, she was the lead singer and one of the songs her band had written and produced ended up playing on the radio.

It was music to her ears, flowing in one ear with gold glitter and coming out with dust in gold dust because she drained every critic, every success, it was the most powerful thing in the world. The power that the words held over them. Sending them into a trance-like state, and she couldn't blame them because if she was in their shoes, she would've felt the same.

Her voice nearly faltered when her eyes landed on a lone guy standing by the wall, far away from the sporadic crowd, gripping the base of the microphone with one hand and holding the spine of the stand with the other; she was surprised by the fact that she could see him in the crowd like this. Pulsing, erratic, a unified wave with the strobe lights flashing red and blue over the nightclub.

Her voice then faded into the low range, whispering the words of the song that was blasting across the place as she raked her eyes down his frame.

She could tell that his hair was somewhat shoulder length and dark, almost as dark as the wall behind him, maybe even closer to black. She could tell there was a mustache adorning his skin between his nose and his upper lip, and he was handsome despite of it. He would've been just a regular nobody, and she would be none wiser, but the thing about him that drew her in like a moth to its flame was the holster hidden underneath his leather jacket.

And that was why she could tell he wasn't a regular nobody. Maybe nobody in her world, but as far as it goes...he wasn't a nobody in his world; of that she could tell. He was dressed in dark colored pants, a patterned buttoned up shirt beneath the leather jacket he was adorning that were clearly custom cut for his body.

Who carried a gun to a nightclub? Or even a bar? He was at a high risk of destroying the place with a sea of crowd full of intoxicated people and a few were all high on powdered addiction.

She felt like she was singing the words to him. Maybe she was, but no one had to know. She was nearly flustered when she knew that he knew she was looking at him as she growled into the microphone -with the words that drove through the crowd relentlessly- due to the smirk that lilted his lips.

Those lips from afar, are the ones that she wanted to kiss. And she didn't even know him. Just a mere stranger from the sideline, an observant, a bystander. A handsome bystander at that. All she knew was his eyes were on her, and she relished in the attention that he was giving her. There could be many men in one room that could be so handsome, but she would single him out.

It was electrifying.

Her painted lips trembled slightly at the sight of his face as he stared at her. It wasn't the one of those creepy stares that she would get every now and then. It was more of a romantic novel stare like one of those movies that border-lined dramatic on romantic scenes. She didn’t know him. Yet, she didn’t care because she had a feeling she will know him very soon.

She nibbled her bottom lip when the drummer took over for the solo, and her eyes were heavily lidded as she mentally beckoned him to come to her. To come closer to her, to lessen the distance between him and her with the crowd in between.

To suppress the electricity charged tension that she had felt earlier before coming upon the elevated platform, she then knew it was him that was making the night called to her. She then shifted her hips to shimmy them to the beats of the drums as it echoed throughout the room.

Her eyes were still on his as she finished the song. She wouldn't be able to look at the song the same way ever again.

Every time she would sing the song in the future, she would remember the icy eyed man in a leather jacket.

Y/N dipped the rag into the running warm water and raised it in front of her as she stared at the dirty mirror of the small dingy bathroom, then dragged the damp cloth across her face to clean up the gold dust off of her cheeks.

When she was at the age of sixteen, she ran away from home; her mother and her father died in a robbery gone wrong sending her and her brother to their guardian. There were more secrets in the family, and more lies that she couldn't take anymore and ran out of the town ever since.

She was a runaway from the quiet town of Massachusetts and had ended up in California after weeks of long days and lonely nights where people paid her no mind and not an ounce of sympathy in their hearts. It had been one cold rainy night on the street in Los Angeles where she met her very first friend and bandmate.

They had a simple idea. A seed, really. It was a tiny seed that slowly turned into roots then it erupted into a wild thing. A simple idea was to form a rock band, whereas everyone chased their dreams, and had been crushed when life deemed to not be satisfied enough to give them what they deserved after a lot of sacrifices and dedication.

Somehow, Y/N and her bandmate were able to make it come true. It was a small dream, really. It went from two, a guitarist and a singer. That was a rough draft; then they somehow got three more. A dream became a reality when she was eighteen when she heard her song on the radio for the first time. She wasn't always the avid music lover; she'd settle for classical music.

When she was a little girl, she wanted to be a doctor; to follow her father's footsteps. After her parents died, that desire went from being a doctor to a writer. A writer about horrors, she supposed. Granted she had enough of them to last a lifetime.

Between running away from a small town in Massachusetts to arriving in a severely overpopulated city that is Los Angeles, music had become her only source of comfort. she had constantly listened to Fleetwood Mac, David Bowie, ABBA, Meat Loaf, the Runaways, and etcetera on the radios in the random vehicles as she raised her thumb in the cool days of spring and hot days of summer to hitch a ride or two across the States to realize that the music was her lover. Then from that point on, it manifested into a dream.

No matter how much she played the music, sung into the melody's lips, her lover, she would always be the imposter; inside of the rock persona, she was a nobody, a nineteen-year-old from the quiet town who escaped from her past, because nothing will change the truth about herself.

Y/N sighed as she pulled her leather jacket around her frame tightly as she stepped through the back door and into the October air. She glanced around when she felt a shift in the air; she already sent her friends to the hotel earlier and wanted the night to herself so she was on high alert.

Before she could take a step on the way out of the alleyway, she felt a presence looming over her, and she turned around. She let out a groan when her back slammed against the rough wall, and she opened her eyes to see an unknown man hovering over her with his hand wrapped around her throat, constricting her airways along with a knife to her skin.

"Ah, pretty thing." The man hissed; his eyes flashed maliciously as his lips curled. "Why won't you fight back?" He asked after he realized she wasn't taking control of the situation.

"Are you stupid?" She hissed gasping as she struggled to breathe, "you’re holding a knife to my neck."

He bared his teeth in response which revealed his fury, and he reared back to shove the weapon into the juncture of her neck.

She squeezed her eyelids shut in preparation of the pain that she knew she would feel once his knife cut into her skin, but nothing happened until she heard a gun going off and she felt his fingers loosening the grip on her throat; so, she opened her eyes to see a stunned face reflecting back at her, his eyes were wide, unseeingly and his mouth was agape before collapsing onto the pavement.

Her eyes followed to see a familiar man she saw in the audience earlier, the one who she couldn't take her eyes off all night, standing in front of her with his fingers gripping a handgun in his hand and drops of blood splattered his face.

"You alright?" he asked, his hand -the one not holding the weapon- was reaching for the handkerchief inside of his leather jacket, tugging on it and pulled it out as he placed the weapon back into his holster.

The man whipped the cloth into a loose form as her eyes drew to it; it was white, a stark contrast of himself. White was pure, from what she could tell he was not pure, and she was certain that he weathered a lot of burden in that regard.

She snorted, "I am…” she trailed off, eyeing him. “But who the hell are you?" She asked, shaking her head slightly.

"Chris." His eyebrows shot up with a smirk, then he wrapped the cloth around his face to wipe off the excess of her attacker's blood.

"Well, Chris. Thank you for saving my life." She grumbled, straightening her leather jacket, dusting off some lint off of her shoulders before looking at him.

"You don’t like it when someone saves you?" He asked after stuffing the cloth into the pocket of his pants.

She nodded, pushing a several loose strands away from her face. “Don’t like owing someone a debt.”

He inclined his head towards her, "Let me take you to some place nearby and we can talk more about this," he gestured for her to come with him.

“Can I trust you?”

“Aye, I did save your life after all.” A smirk curled his lips before walking away while pulling out a case of cigarettes out of his leather jacket pocket.

"My mama had warned me about men like you," she said playfully as she slid into the booth underneath the bright lights of the quiet diner. A stark contrast to the night lights in the crowd of the bar.

He clasped his fingers on the top of the dull surface of the table, chuckling slightly, "she told you to stay away from IRA men, eh?”

She shook her head, “no. Dangerous men.”

“Not dangerous around you,” he murmured causing her to blush. “What made you want to sing?” He was genuinely curious.

She looked at him, eyeing him before she exhaled softly. "It was sort of a dying wish; my life has been filled with death and none of people did what they wanted to do…my life was dull ever since my parents died and I had to do something about it. It's like a bucket list, except there's only one thing on the list to do before my death. So, when I die, at least I did something meaningful with my life.”

It had been during one hot summer day in nineteen seventy-six when he heard her voice for the first time. He could recall her voice sent shivers down his spine when it blasted from the radio in his borrowed vehicle, he didn't know who she was then; However, he knew he had to know her.

It was enticing, her voice. When he went across one of the local record stores, he found what he was looking for, and he had remembered his eyes widened, his jaw slacked, and his fingers were gripping on the cover.

He was a fool when he thought that he was done playing a schoolboy with a crush on some hot girls back in Ireland, but the proof was undeniably on the cover that he's holding.

He was curious about the voice of the music, so he had bought it and had listened to it. It wasn't until over a year later, he heard that Y/N and her band were going to play at a bar which happened to be near where he was staying at.

He was already enraptured by her voice, but until he walked into the sporadic room, she had captured his attention to her beauty that the others did not have. By the time she was done with the show, he knew he had to have her.

"Thank you," she murmured while fiddling her thumbs.

He tilted his head sideway. "For what?"

"For saving my life." She smiled softly.

He allowed a small smirk to grace upon his face while gazing at her. "You can thank me by telling me how you were introduced to a different world." He said expectantly, ignoring the tension that rose between them. It wasn't the time yet.

She hummed before telling him the story from the very first night she almost died.

A few hours later, he drove her back to his rental place which happened to be a dingy little motel, and now they're in the assigned room of his.

"I...I don't really do this stuff," she stammered, flushing heavily under his heady gaze.

One thing had led to another as soon they walked into the living room. Electricity surged between them with phantom rope tied them together, and they had to give into the feeling. The tension had exploded literally and figuratively.

It was undeniably inevitable.

He walked closer to her, loosening the jacket, and she forced herself to keep her arms by her side from touching him. She felt the weight of his hand pressed against the lower part of her back as he reached for her. It ascended in a slow line, following the curve of her back from her spine.

"It's okay. I don't do it either," he murmured, and then his fingers curled around the nape of her neck, and her mind quieted.

“I don’t believe you,” she said automatically.

“Well, I don’t, I usually just take them out for dinner, but sometimes it’s tediously boring that we never go that far. You on the other hand…” he trailed off; His other hand drew a trail over the curve of her hip, rising over her waist where he barely grazed over her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat and her gaze averted at his exploration. He dipped his head, his lips hovering over hers. Her lips trembled at the sheer tension as it rose between them.

His fingers caressed her face, tucking strands of hair behind her ears as his tongue slid against hers, and she just pressed her body against his in response, he then gripped her by the waist. It wasn't enough.

It was heaven and hell being close to his presence.

She nipped at his neck, and he gasped. She finally opened his shirt and yanked it from his pants rather unceremoniously, her fingers touching the fabric.

She sucked in a gasp at the sudden pressure of two digits sliding over the underwear.

He held her gaze, her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks utterly entrancing. She felt his fingers hooked into the elastic of her underwear and tugged down, allowing them to drop onto the floor. She inhaled sharply as she felt his fingers trail up her thighs.

His breath was hot in her ear as he murmured her name, her hips bucked forward as he slid his fingers into her.

His eyes trailed over her bare breasts after she reached around her back to unclasp the hooks and dropped her bra to the floor. The light pressure made her knees shake as he cupped her breasts with his fingers, blue eyes gazing as her back helplessly arched.

She lowered herself to the floor, the thick carpet was soft under her knees.

When she looked up at him, she saw his head was thrown back, his eyes closed. He groaned and tightened his grip in her hair, making her eyes roll back.

She felt a flash of arousal clenching her abdomen. That she could easily make him lose control as easy as he could keep a façade. She then swirled her tongue around his cock, taking him deeper with glitter in her eyes.

His body was flushed against her, hovering over her frame, all around her in so many ways in one. She quietly begged him to move. As if he could read her mind, he began to slowly move in and out of her with a swirl of his hips, pushing back in all the way with each thrust.

Her body rocked helplessly against the mattress each time, her breasts bounced slightly with each thrust, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to match her heartbeat. His hips thrusted so roughly that she'd be sore. Her hips would ache, she'd feel him for the rest of the night and in the morning.

His breath came in shallow pants, he whispered against her damp skin that he will make her breakfast in the morning.

That thought made her feel warmer than she had ever been.

#cillian murphy x reader #chris x y/n #Chris x you #Chris x reader #free fire

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summerclementine27 · 7 months ago

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summary: Layla is juggling two jobs in busy Manhattan where Harry is taking a mini vacation to visit friends. The two meet at the coffee shop Layla plays music at.

I stood on the small stage, tuning my guitar, the hum of the coffee shop a soothing backdrop to my thoughts. The scent of freshly ground beans mingled with the soft chatter of patrons, creating a cozy ambiance that I had grown to love. This was my first job since graduating university, and while it wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned, it was something. My parents had warned me not to study English literature, predicting the struggle I now faced. “You’ll never find a job,” they had said. “You’ll be stuck in a dead-end career.” And here I was, juggling two jobs in the city that never sleeps. At night, I poured drinks and listened to strangers’ stories as a bartender. During the day, I found solace in the melodies I played at this quaint Manhattan coffee shop.

As I set up for my gig, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of their words. My degree hadn’t opened doors to a cushy editorial job or a coveted internship at a publishing house. Instead, it left me scrambling, with little time to build a portfolio, write articles, or even work on my first novel. I was living the reality they had feared for me, and yet, in this moment, as I prepared to sing, I found a flicker of contentment.

I glanced around the room, taking in the familiar faces of the regulars who came for their daily dose of caffeine and music until my vision fell on a man who looked slightly older but not older than 30-31. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly stylish, with tousled brown curls and piercing green eyes that seemed to hold a world of secrets. His tattoos peeked out from beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, and a sense of familiarity washed over me as he met my gaze with a soft, knowing smile.

I blinked, almost convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me. It couldn’t be him, could it? But as he casually adjusted the pearl necklace that hung around his neck, there was no mistaking it. Harry Styles was sitting in my coffee shop, watching me with an amused expression.

For a moment, I felt like the world had paused. The background chatter of the coffee shop faded into a distant hum, and all I could focus on was the unexpected presence of one of my idols. My fingers almost faltered on the guitar strings, but I quickly steadied myself, refusing to let nerves get the best of me.

As I finished the last notes of the song, the applause from the audience brought me back to reality. I gave a polite nod of thanks, my eyes inevitably drifting back to Harry. He raised his coffee cup in a silent toast, his smile widening as if he knew the effect he was having on me.

With my heart still racing, I stepped down from the stage, making my way towards the counter. To my surprise, Harry stood up and walked over, his tall frame cutting an impressive figure as he approached. “You were incredible,” he said, his voice as smooth and warm as his songs. “Mind if I sit with you for a bit?”

I nodded, trying to maintain my composure as we settled into a corner booth. “Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice only slightly shaky. “I wasn’t expecting... well, this.”

He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Neither was I. I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Didn’t expect to find such amazing talent here.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “So, are you visiting New York?”

“Yeah,” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. “I actually live in LA, but I’m here on holiday, visiting some friends who recently had a baby.”

Mitchel and Sarah, I thought immediately. But I caught myself, realizing how creepy it was that I knew so much about a man I’d technically just met. I just nodded along instead. “That sounds lovely. New York is a great place for a holiday.”

“It is,” he agreed. “What about you? Do you live around here?”

“Sort of,” I said. “I graduated in the spring, and now, approaching autumn, I’m just looking for odd jobs to pay the rent. I actually want to be a writer.”

“A writer, huh?” He leaned in, his eyes sparkling with interest. “That’s fantastic. What kind of stuff do you write?”

“Mostly fiction,” I replied, feeling a bit more at ease. “But honestly, I’ll write anything that pays the bills.”

He smiled, a slow, warm smile that made my heart skip a beat. “I’m sure you’ll make it. You’ve got talent, that’s clear.”

“Thanks,” I said again, this time with a bit more confidence.

“So, where are you from originally? I can’t quite place your accent.”

“I’m from Lebanon,” I said. “But I immigrated to the States as a child because my father’s an architect, and his work brought us here.”

“Lebanon,” he repeated, his voice full of genuine curiosity. “That’s amazing. I’ve always wanted to visit.”

“You should,” I said, smiling. “It’s a beautiful place, rich in history and culture.”

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with shared laughs and flirtatious glances. Harry’s charm was undeniable, and despite the surreal nature of the situation, I felt a genuine connection forming.

Just as I was about to ask him another question, he glanced at his watch and sighed. “I hate to cut this short, but I’ve got to run. And it looks like you’ve got to get back on stage.”

“Yeah, duty calls,” I said, standing up with him.

He extended his hand with a grin. “By the way, I’m Harry.”

“Layla,” I replied, shaking his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch linger.

“Layla,” he echoed, his eyes locking onto mine. “I hope to see you again.”

“You know where to find me,” I said with a smile as he walked towards the door, giving me one last glance before leaving.

With a deep breath, I returned to the stage, my heart still racing from the unexpected encounter. As I started my next song, I couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something special.

For the next few days, I found myself constantly glancing at the door, my heart skipping a beat every time it opened. I fantasized about Harry strolling in, that easy smile on his face as he made his way to the counter, asking for me. I imagined him sitting at a table, his eyes locked on mine as I played, his presence making everything else fade into the background.

But he didn’t come. Each day that passed without him felt like a tiny disappointment, a dream fading a little more with each shift. Maybe I didn’t make the impression I thought I did, or maybe I was just foolish to believe he’d be interested in someone like me. I was just a girl playing guitar in a coffee shop, and he was... well, he was Harry Styles.

I tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on my music and the familiar faces of the regulars. But there was always that lingering hope, a flutter in my chest whenever the bell above the door chimed. It was silly, I told myself, to pin so much on a brief encounter. Yet, the memory of our conversation, the warmth in his eyes, and the softness of his voice stayed with me, a stubborn spark that refused to die out.

When I finally lost hope, I decided to tell my friends. I hadn’t wanted to before, hanging on to the fragile belief that maybe he’d come back, that maybe our brief connection had meant something to him too. But days had turned into a week, and the door had remained devoid of his familiar frame.

We gathered at our usual spot, a cozy little bar a few blocks away from the coffee shop. I nursed my drink, the words tumbling out in a rush as I recounted the surreal encounter.

"You met Harry Styles?" exclaimed Emma, her eyes wide with disbelief. "And you didn't tell us?"

"I just... I didn’t want to jinx it, I guess," I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish. "I thought maybe if I didn’t talk about it, he’d come back."

Leila, ever the pragmatic one, gave me a sympathetic smile. "Honey, guys like him—they live in a different world. It’s not about you not making an impression. He probably just got caught up in his own life."

"I know," I said, forcing a smile. "I just couldn’t help but hope, you know? It was such a nice moment."

"Hey, it’s still an amazing story," Emma said, squeezing my hand. "And who knows? Maybe he’ll surprise you one day."

"Yeah, maybe," I said, though my heart wasn’t in it. I was trying to let go of the fantasy, but it was hard.

Seeing the glimmer of disappointment in my eyes, Emma nudged me playfully. “You know what you need? A night out. Let’s hit the town and remind you that there’s more to life than waiting around.”

Leila agreed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Yes! Let’s go somewhere fun. We all need a break.”

Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself swept up in their enthusiasm. We ended up at a lively club downtown, the music pulsing through the air and the energy infectious. We danced, laughed, and for a few hours, I managed to push thoughts of Harry to the back of my mind.

It was well past midnight when Emma, a notorious lightweight, started to wobble. “I think I need to sit down,” she slurred, giggling.

“We need to sober her up,” Leila said, glancing around. “The nearest place that’s open at this hour is the coffee shop you sing at, right?”

I nodded, the familiar mix of emotions bubbling up again. “Yeah, they’re open 24/7. Let’s go.”

We helped Emma out of the club and into the cool night air, making our way to the coffee shop. As we strolled in, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. The place was quiet, the usual late-night crowd scattered across the tables.

I approached the counter, hoping Eddie, the night shift barista, could help us out. “Hey, Eddie,” I began, trying to sweet talk him. “Is there any chance we could get something to eat? I know the kitchen’s closed, but…”

Before Eddie could respond, a brown-haired man turned around from behind the counter. My heart skipped a beat as Harry’s familiar green eyes met mine, a look of surprise and amusement on his face.

“Layla,” he said, his voice a mix of surprise and warmth. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. “Harry? What are you doing here?”

He grinned, leaning against the counter. “I was just grabbing a late-night coffee. Didn’t expect to run into you.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually sing this late,” I laughed, trying to keep the conversation light. “It’s kind of a rare occurrence.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, what brings you here at this hour, then? I wouldn’t have pegged you as a night owl.”

I shrugged, glancing over my shoulder to see Eddie placing three coffees and a muffin on the booth table where my friends were seated. “Just a spontaneous night out with my friends. We were at a club, and one of them had a bit too much to drink. We thought the best place to sober her up was here.”

“Ah, I see,” Harry said, nodding in understanding. “Well, it’s good to see you again, even if it’s under these circumstances.”

I watched as Eddie slid the items onto the table, giving my friends a friendly nod before returning to his duties. “Thanks for this,” I said, gesturing towards the coffee and muffin. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” Harry replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s nice to have an excuse to talk to you again.”

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words, a warm smile spreading across my face. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. It’s definitely a pleasant surprise.”

Harry’s gaze lingered on me, his eyes darkening with a hint of mischief. “You know,” he said softly, leaning closer over the counter, “I was hoping to run into you again. It’s been a bit of a long shot, but I’m glad fate decided to intervene.”

“Oh really?” I teased, feeling the chemistry between us intensify. “And what were you hoping for exactly?”

His lips curved into a smirk, his breath warm against my skin. “I was hoping to get to know you a little better. Maybe see if the spark I felt that night was just a fluke or something more.”

I raised an eyebrow, playing along with his flirtation. “And what do you think so far?”

He stepped a little closer, his fingers lightly grazing mine as he spoke. “I think it’s more than just a spark. There’s something about you... something that keeps me wanting more.”

The intensity in his eyes made my pulse race. I glanced over at Eddie, who was busy with other customers. My friends were now comfortably settled, Leila helping Emma with her coat as they prepared to leave. I felt a surge of excitement knowing that we had a little privacy.

Leila finally walked over to me, giving a nod toward Emma. “We’re heading out now. She’s feeling better. Just wanted to say goodbye.”

“Thanks, Leila,” I said, watching them leave. Once they were out the door, I turned back to Harry, feeling a thrill of anticipation. “Looks like we have the place to ourselves for a bit.”

Harry’s smile grew wider, his gaze never leaving mine. “Perfect. It’s nice to have some uninterrupted time with you. What do you say we make the most of it?”

I leaned in closer, my voice a seductive whisper. “I’d like that. What did you have in mind?”

He took a step closer, his hand brushing against my cheek. “Maybe we could start with a drink somewhere more... private. I’d love to continue this conversation away from the counter.”

A rush of excitement coursed through me as I looked into his eyes. “Sounds like a plan,” I said, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Harry took my hand, leading me to a quieter corner of the shop where the lights were dimmer, creating an intimate atmosphere. As we sat down, the tension between us was palpable, a magnetic pull drawing us closer.

He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw. “I have to admit,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine as he spoke, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since we first met. There’s something so captivating about you.”

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the heat rise between us. “And I’ve been thinking about you too. It’s funny how life can surprise you like this.”

His lips captured mine in a slow, lingering kiss, each touch filled with a growing passion. As the world around us seemed to fade away, all that mattered was the connection we were building, the electricity crackling between us.

Harry’s hand slid gently along my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke in a husky whisper.

“You know,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin, “I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since we first met. There’s something so irresistible about you.”

I tilted my head slightly, feeling his lips trail soft kisses along the side of my neck. “Is that so?” I replied breathlessly, trying to steady my racing heart. “What exactly is it that draws you in?”

He paused, his lips lingering near my collarbone. “It’s everything,” he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of playful seriousness. “The way you smile, the way you talk, and definitely the way you make me feel. It’s magnetic.”

I shivered as he pressed a tender kiss just below my ear, the warmth of his lips making my pulse quicken. “You’re making it hard to concentrate,” I said, trying to maintain my composure while my senses were overwhelmed by his touch.

Harry’s lips moved closer to mine, his kisses growing more insistent yet still incredibly gentle. “I suppose that’s the point,” he said with a teasing edge. “I want to make sure you’re completely captivated.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “So, what do you say we continue this somewhere more private?” he asked nonchalantly, his fingers tracing a soft path along my neck.

“Somewhere more private?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper as I felt a rush of excitement.

Harry’s gaze remained steady, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, my hotel is just around the corner. It’s quiet, and we could have the place all to ourselves. What do you think?”

The invitation hung in the air, charged with the promise of intimacy. My heart raced as I considered the possibilities, the thrill of the unknown making my pulse quicken.

I took a deep breath, meeting his eyes with a mixture of curiosity and desire. “Lead the way,” I said softly, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

Harry’s smile widened, and he stood up, offering me his hand. “Follow me,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Let’s make the most of this evening.”

With his hand in mine, I felt a surge of excitement as we made our way out of the coffee shop. The city lights sparkled around us, each step bringing us closer to the promise of a night filled with passion and connection.

By the time we reached his hotel, the cool night air had made me shiver, and Harry’s coat was draped over my shoulders. The soft, warm fabric enveloped me, carrying the comforting scent of him—earthy and faintly spicy.

As we entered the lobby, Harry’s hand stayed firmly clasped around mine, and I could feel his excitement mingling with mine. In the elevator, the space between us seemed to shrink as he leaned closer, his fingers brushing lightly against my arm. The elevator’s soft hum was a background to the rush of anticipation that filled the small, enclosed space.

When he pressed his nose against my temple, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss, I noticed the faint scent of my Prada perfume lingering on him. It was a reminder of a splurge I’d once regretted, but now, as the fragrance intertwined with his own, I knew I’d made the right choice.

“Do you like the scent?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

I smiled, leaning into him as his lips hovered near my ear. “I do. It’s kind of like a signature for us tonight.”

Harry’s smile was almost imperceptible in the dim light of the elevator, but his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “I’m glad. It suits the moment.”

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and he guided me down the hallway to his room. His fingers were still intertwined with mine, the contact both reassuring and exhilarating. As we approached his door, his eagerness became evident. He fumbled with the key card, his usual grace momentarily slipping as he tried to unlock it.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered with a chuckle, his frustration only adding to the tension. “I guess I’m a bit distracted right now.”

I laughed softly, the sound mingling with his growing impatience. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

As he finally managed to get the door open, he pulled me inside with a gentle urgency. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere that made my heart race. Before I could fully take in my surroundings, Harry’s lips were on mine again, his kiss deep and insistent.

He backed us both into the room, the door clicking shut behind us as his hands roamed my back, pulling me closer. The kiss was heated and hungry, his lips moving with a passion that matched the intensity of the night.

As Harry’s lips moved down my neck, his kisses were a fiery trail that made my breath come in uneven bursts. His hands roamed confidently, finding their way to the curve of my chest, eliciting a gasp from me.

Between kisses, I managed to breathe out, “I—I’m not usually the type to do this.”

Harry’s lips hovered near my ear, his voice a low, reassuring murmur. “Believe me, neither am I.”

“No, I mean, I don’t... I don’t usually do one-night stands.”

“Who said this was a one night stand?” He confidently teased.

I could feel his warm breath against my skin, and the sincerity in his voice was almost enough to make me forget my growing unease. But the fact that I knew who he was and had been following his career for years weighed heavily on me. I had to get it out in the open, even if it was awkward.

“Look, I’m not playing around,” I said breathlessly, struggling to find the right words as his kisses continued to make my head spin. “I know you’re Harry...”

He paused, lifting his head up slightly from where it was positioned as he made a trail of kisses down my cleavage, to meet my gaze, his green eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “I told you that myself, love. I know you know who I am.”

“No, but Harry, I know you’re—” I stammered, unable to find the words as his lips brushed my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.

He looked up at me, his expression a blend of tenderness and mischief. “Famous? A pop sensation?” he asked, his tone both teasing and understanding. Narcissistic bitch, I thought. But then, he had every right to be.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to process everything. The excitement of the night, the realization of his identity, and the overwhelming connection between us were all colliding in a whirlwind of emotions.

“I heard your friends gasping and laughing. Darling, I’m well aware you know who I am. The only question is, will you let me know who you are?”

“God, yes,” I finally managed to say, my voice trembling with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

Harry’s eyes lit up with satisfaction, and with a deft movement, he began to unhook my bra, slipping it out over my dress. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, every movement filled with the promise of more to come. As he lowered me onto the bed, the world outside seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving only the intense, magnetic pull between us.

He took his time, lowering the fabric of my dress with a slow, deliberate motion. As the dress slipped from my shoulders to my waist, his lips continued their journey, kissing a path along my collarbone and down to the exposed swell of my chest.

He resumed with deliberate, heated kisses that trailed down my newly exposed chest, his lips and tongue exploring every inch with tender care. Each touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through me. His kisses were slow and purposeful, savoring the delicate skin of my breasts, his lips lingering and teasing.

With an intoxicating mix of tenderness and passion, he gave each nipple his full attention, his soft nibbles and gentle caresses causing me to gasp and arch towards him. His hands roamed with a reverent touch, tracing the curves of my body as though memorizing every line and contour.

As the dress fell to my hips, Harry’s kisses continued their journey, moving slowly and deliberately down my stomach. His lips brushed against the delicate skin of my abdomen, each kiss a gentle caress that made me shiver with anticipation. He traced a path lower and lower until he reached the curve of my pelvis, his touch becoming even more intimate.

He paused for a moment, looking up at me with an intense, questioning gaze. His eyes, full of a mixture of desire and care, sought my consent to take this moment further. I met his gaze, my breath catching in my throat, and nodded eagerly, a silent affirmation of my willingness.

But as I reached for his dress shirt, my fingers fumbled with the buttons, trying to express my own desire to see him. I wanted to feel the fairness of this exchange, to be able to admire him as he had me.

Harry’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “I know, baby,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble of affection and desire. With a gentle tug, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest and the intricate tattoos that adorned his skin. The artwork sprawled across his torso, each piece telling its own story—elegant designs intertwined with bold, artistic patterns that made him even more captivating.

When he was finally shirtless, his bare skin was mesmerizing. The tattoos, combined with the way his muscles moved with every breath, made him look both powerful and undeniably alluring. His body was a testament to both strength and sensuality, a perfect contrast to the tenderness he was showing.

“I’m all yours, darling,” he said, his voice a seductive promise. He then returned his attention to my dress, his hands sliding it down my legs with careful precision. As he peeled away my underwear, his fingers brushed against my skin, revealing the heat and eagerness of my body, which craved the sensation of his touch.

“God, my angel,” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire as he took in the sight of me. “You’re so wet.”

A flush of shyness mixed with eagerness washed over me as his fingers began their tender exploration, rubbing my clit with a rhythmic, deliberate touch. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through me, making my head fall back and a moan escape my lips. The sensation was overwhelming, like being lifted to a new realm of ecstasy.

But the true intensity came when I felt his tongue replace his fingers, the heat and softness of his mouth making my body tremble. He licked in slow, deliberate circles, his lips occasionally brushing against my sensitive spot, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I opened my eyes, glancing down at him. He looked so utterly captivating, his gaze meeting mine with an innocent yet hungry expression.

As he continued to lavish attention on me, I felt the gentle press of his finger slipping inside me, adding a new layer of sensation to the mix. His touch was both tender and intense, a perfect contrast to the heat building between us. The combination of his skilled mouth and fingers was driving me to the brink, making every moment feel like an exquisite dream.

“Harry, I can’t keep doing this,” I gasped, my voice trembling with pleasure. “I’m going to cum.”

“Then cum for me, sweetheart,” he urged, his voice low and filled with desire. “Let me taste you.”

As his tongue continued its expert dance, I felt the waves of my climax cresting. When I finally came, it was on his eager tongue, and he savored every drop, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied smile. He then moved up, shedding his pants and boxers with deliberate slowness. His body, though familiar, was even more breathtaking up close—every muscle defined, every movement filled with raw, compelling energy.

I couldn’t help but stare, my desire intensifying. His eyes flickered with a mix of urgency and frustration as he searched for a condom. He quickly scanned the room, the scattered clothes hinting at his busy life, and I felt a pang of self-consciousness as he left the bed.

He returned with a slightly frustrated look, rummaging through the bedside drawer with growing impatience. “Harry, it’s okay,” I reassured him.

He glanced up, a touch of relief in his eyes. “Yeah, I guess you’ll just have to settle for my mouth,” he joked, though his eyes betrayed his true longing and frustration.

“No, babe,” I said, catching my breath. “It’s fine. We can skip the condom. I’m clean.”

“So am I,” he said, his tone sincere but still carrying a hint of playfulness. “It’s just that…”

“I’m on birth control,” I interjected, “and you can pull out.”

“With you looking at me with those gorgeous eyes?” He chuckled, his expression softening. “How could I pull out of that?”

He positioned himself back between my legs, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. As he kissed me hungrily, I could hardly wait to feel him inside me. My desire for him was all-consuming, and I was eager to explore every inch of him.

When he finally entered me, it was with a deep, slow thrust that had me gasping. He filled me completely, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. His rhythm quickly became a steady, intense pulse, each thrust driving me closer to another climax.

“Come on, baby,” he urged, his voice a seductive command. “Cum for me. Let me feel you.”

His words were the final trigger, sending me spiraling into another orgasm. I moaned his name, my body shuddering with release while my walls clenched around him, and he responded with fervor, his own climax following soon after.

As the intensity of our shared moment began to fade, Harry lifted his head from where it had been nestled against my neck. His breath mingled with mine, both of us panting softly. His gaze met mine, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“That was… incredible,” he murmured against my lips, his voice still heavy with desire. “I could get used to this.”

I smiled, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. “Me too,” I breathed, my voice soft and content. “Though, I might need a bit of recovery time.”

Harry chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ve got you,” he said, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He carried me to the bathroom, my legs feeling like jelly as he gently set me down on the sink counter. “Just sit here for a minute,” he instructed, his touch tender as he began to clean me up with a warm, damp cloth. “You did amazing.”

As he worked, he found a pair of clean boxers and a white t-shirt for me. “Here,” he said with a teasing grin, “I hope you don’t mind these. They’re all I could find.”

I took the clothes from him with a grateful smile. “Thanks. I’m sure they’ll do just fine.”

Harry began to clean himself up, his movements efficient but relaxed. He glanced over at me occasionally, a smirk playing on his lips. “You look pretty cute in those,” he said, his tone flirty. “Definitely a look I could get used to.”

I laughed softly, adjusting the top. “Well, if I’m cute, then you’re practically irresistible.”

“Is that so?” he said, turning to face me, now dressed in fresh clothes. “And what else am I?”

“You’re charming, sexy, and way too good at this,” I replied, my voice filled with playful admiration.

Harry’s eyes softened as he approached me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’m glad you think so. I was hoping we could spend the night together. I promise to make you breakfast in the morning.”

My heart skipped a beat at his offer, and I felt a swoon of excitement. “I’d love that,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He scooped me up again, his arms wrapping around me securely as he carried me to the bed. The room was cozy and warm, and I felt completely at ease in his embrace. He laid me down gently and settled beside me, his fingers intertwining with mine.

As we lay there, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a gentle light, we talked quietly about everything and nothing. Our conversation was easy and filled with laughter, each word and touch deepening the connection between us. His presence was comforting, and I found myself lost in the moment, savoring every second.

With our fingers still entwined, I felt a profound sense of contentment, the warmth of his body beside mine a perfect end to an unforgettable night.

I woke up in Harry’s bed at around 6 a.m., feeling the gentle sunlight filtering through the curtains. Despite the soft warmth of the bed and the comfort of his arms around me, I felt restless and unable to drift back to sleep. I stretched, feeling the satisfying pull in my muscles, and decided to get up.

I slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake him. The room was serene, the only sounds the distant hum of the city waking up and the soft rustle of my footsteps. I walked to the bathroom, feeling the coolness of the tile against my bare feet. After a quick wash and a few stretches, I felt more awake but still a bit chilly.

Returning to the bedroom, I climbed back into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. Harry was still deeply asleep, his breathing slow and steady. I felt a strange sense of awkwardness lying there beside him while he was still out. The thought of watching him sleep made me feel oddly intrusive, so I decided to wake him up.

“Harry,” I called softly, my voice a gentle murmur. When there was no response, I tried again, my tone a bit firmer. “Harry, wake up.”

It became apparent that he was a heavy sleeper, so I decided to take a different approach. I slowly slipped under the covers and positioned myself beside him, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. Gently, I started to trail kisses down his chest, working my way lower until I reached his groin area.

With a mix of determination and tenderness, I took him into my mouth, letting my lips and tongue explore his length. I began with soft, deliberate licks, savoring the taste and feeling of him. I could hear his breathing quicken as I started to move my head up and down, creating a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild.

His reaction was immediate and intense. “Oh, Layla…” he moaned, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “That feels amazing.”

I continued, enjoying the way his body responded to my touch. “You’re so incredible,” he murmured between breaths, his hands finding their way to my hair, gently guiding me as he writhed in pleasure. “You’re making me lose my mind.”

He threw his head back, trying to keep control but ultimately unable to resist the sensations. “God, I’m going to…” he groaned, his words trailing off as he came, his release filling my mouth. I swallowed, savoring the taste of him, then carefully adjusted his boxers back into place.

I crawled back up to him, my lips finding his in a tender kiss. He tasted himself on my mouth, and the realization made us both feel a deep, shared satisfaction. “I can taste you,” he whispered, his voice husky. “And it’s incredibly sexy.”

I smiled against his lips, feeling a flutter of joy. “I’m glad you think so. I wanted to wake you up in a special way.”

“Mission accomplished,” he replied with a playful grin. “You definitely know how to make an impression.”

I reached for the phone to order breakfast. “I’ll get us some coffee and something to eat. What do you want?”

“Make mine black,” he whispered, his voice still thick with sleep.

I relayed his request to the concierge and added a latte for myself. I also ordered eggs, trying to keep up with his whispers as he provided his preferences. “Do you want anything specific with your eggs?” I asked, trying to catch every detail.

“Maybe some bacon, and make sure they’re cooked well,” he said, his voice soft but clear. “And a bit of toast.”

Once we’d finalized the order, I got off the bed to stretch and get ready for the day. Harry whined playfully, “Don’t leave me here all alone.”

I laughed, “We need to brush our teeth and wash our faces, or we’ll look like we’ve been up all night.”

He grumbled but agreed, and we took turns in the bathroom. When it was my turn, I heard Harry’s muffled voice from the other side of the door, punctuated by the occasional chuckle. I came back to find him sitting in bed, wearing reading glasses and peering at a pamphlet on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, amused.

“Trying to figure out how to sign into Netflix on this TV,” he said, looking up at me with a sheepish grin. “It’s like trying to crack a code.”

I laughed, “You look like a total grandpa with those glasses on. Let me show you.”

He made a face, “And you look like a kid trying to help out the old-timer.”

With a few quick adjustments, I got the TV set up, and Harry seemed relieved. “Thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” he said with a grateful smile.

“Anytime,” I replied, feeling a warm glow from our playful exchange. Just as we finished setting up the TV, the breakfast arrived. We settled back into bed with our food, enjoying the cozy atmosphere and the lighthearted banter.

As we ate and watched TV, our fingers intertwined, and we exchanged glances filled with affection. The day stretched out before us, and for now, I felt perfectly content, wrapped in the comfort of his presence and the simple joy of a shared morning.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot

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myir0nlung · 2 years ago

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MEET ME BACKSTAGE..

hobie brown

IN WHICH, hobie sneaks backstage at a concert to chat up the lead singer of the band..

reader has no gender

“Right, thank you once again for being a fabulous crowd, goodbye!”

The small crowd of about 500 people roared with cheers and whistles. You couldn’t help but grin as you and your band mates walked off stage. Your drummer, Chaka, was buzzing with excitement.

“That was sooo cool! I know it’s only like 500 people but you it’s still so cool! They were cheering and some were singing songs and yeah, you know all that stuff?” Chaka exclaimed. She was a bit daft but it was alright, everyone still loved her. Your bassist, Sam, wrapped their arm around Chaka’s shoulder and pulled her in for a side hug. The three of you walked down the hall to the small lounge. Chaka was excitedly chatting about some punk guy in the crowd.

“He was like really scary looking but I just know he’s super cool with his close friends. You know what I mean? Yeah you should. Anyways..”

Chaka blabbed on about this mysterious punk guy to Sam as you arrived to the “lounge.” It wasn’t truly a lounge just a few beat up sofas with a coffee table in the middle and tech equipment littered around. Though your band has never had a lounge to go to after a gig so this was like luxury. A group of 3 guys were sat on a couch. They were so obviously just looking to hook up with one of you guys. It made you roll your eyes, but Chaka seemed delighted that people had come back here to talk to her. Sam mouthed to you “I’ll be watching her tonight” before following her to the couch. You just sat on a different couch and flipped through the magazine left on the coffee table.

It had must’ve been at least 15 minutes since you’ve sat down. The guys seemed a bit bored as Chaka chatted about which lipgloss she should use whilst Sam tried to deny the advances of some other guy. You leaned further into the couch, like you wanted to sink into it. The urge to leave was strong but where would you go? All your equipment still needed to be packed up. Suddenly the couch dipped next to you, causing you to jump slightly.

“Didnt meant to scare ya love..” A sort of deep voice spoke. You looked over to see.. a punk guy? Wait.. was this the guy Chaka was talking about? He slung his arm behind the couch and gave a grin.

“Say that show was bloody fantastic hm? Got real talent, all of ya.” He kicked feet up onto the coffee table, the thud from his boots earning Chaka’s attention. She gasped (very loudly) and pointed to him. Hobie laughed at her surprise.

“He’s the one I told you about…!” She (not so quietly) whispered.

“Aren’t I charming?” He teased. Chaka giggled and gave you a thumbs up.

“Make a friend (Y/N)! It wouldn’t like, hurt. Not at all!” She grinned and turned back to the men, who were eyeing Hobie next to you. Sam eyed him too, their eyes narrowed with their eyebrows furrowed.

Silence filled the space between you.

“So.. do you want my autograph or something..?” You questioned.

“Not at all love. Wouldn’t mind it if ya offer. Just thought you looked lovely on stage.” He shrugged at his words.

“Top tier performance. Would’ve been throwing flowers at you if I had em.” You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, covering your mouth to muffle it. Hobie grinned at your reaction.

“Trying to chat me up and I don’t even know your name.” You teased, but you didn’t know if it actually came across that way. You weren’t too experienced at doing this type of him, Chaka was.

“I like your style doll, the names Hobie. Hobie Brown.” Hobie introduced. You were about to say your name but he waved his hand in a way to tell you to not speak.

“Already know it. Wouldn’t be a true fan if I didn’t eh?” He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

You couldn’t help but grin back.

“Well well, if your such a big fan you wouldn’t mind leaving this place with me? Those creepy guys aren’t working their charm on me.” You tilted your head over to the guys who were trying to get closer to Chaka and Sam. Hobie raised an eyebrow at you.

“Trusting a stranger so easily? Didn’t your mum teach you ‘stranger danger’”. He teased. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“If I end up dead it’s better than being here.” You acted a little grossed out by the guys, just for dramatic effect.

“Well then come on love, I’ll take ya to my gig now. You wouldn’t mind playing guitar again tonight would ya?”

part two?

#spiderman atsv #atsv #spiderman x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #spider punk x reader #hobie brown atsv #across the spiderverse

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in-need-of-gally-content · 2 years ago

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Hey~ this fic it's still a work in process so it has no title, but I wanna see how it goes.

|Chapter•One|

•|Masterlist|•

It was a rather chill night in the Glade, everyone was finishing up with dinner and usually, they would sit around to talk or play for a little while before heading to bed, but everyone was feeling like sleeping earlier that night, after all, their lullaby would start any second now.

The Runners had long given up on finding the mysterious person singing to them every night from somewhere in the maze, after months of thinking it couldn't be real -and that it was rather creepy-, they grew attached to the voice of this person, singing to them every night, lulling them to sleep with the few songs they would sing.

More than one got chills hearing them, some even recognized the song while others would try to memorize it and would hum along with them.

It was safe to say that listening to them was like a ritual by now. An unspoken tradition in the Glade, and they agreed that it was something they all looked forward to.

"And I was running far away, would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows," Their voice echoed in the maze, reaching them in the quietness of the night, a few sighed as they closed their eyes, snuggling in their sheets, feeling their chest warming up by just the sound of their voice, "Nobody knows, I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can't complain," the Runners found themselves already drifting off to sleep like so many others that were tired from a tiring day of work, while the few that still had a bit of energy attentively listened to the voice, "But no, take me home, take me home where I belong, I can't take it anymore."

Gally blinked as he felt his throat tight, something about the raw emotion he could hear from them made him wonder what they were going through, they sang as if they felt every word they uttered, and it was rather painful.

He pressed his face further against his tattered pillow, and sighed, soon falling asleep while their singing continued, moving on to different songs with similar emotions. He couldn't help but wonder if they had a bad day or they were in a tough spot, but he fell asleep before he could keep thinking about it.

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The next morning, the Glade was buzzing with energy, everyone walked around and talked and laughed, excited about their new greenie coming up the next day. They made their current newbie set up their hammock but they all worked harder to have the place neat in order to have more time to meet the greenie tomorrow when they come up in the box.

With hours passing and the sun departing to leave way for the moon, everyone gathered their empty plates and gave them to the Sloppers working to have them clean and ready for the next morning. A few guys around were getting their beds and hammocks ready, while others were already laying down comfortably, silently waiting for the singing to start.

But it never did.

Something similar to worry and concern settled in their bones, in their stomachs, their minds, and their hearts, weighing them down as they started to panic slightly about the person who sang so beautifully and kept them company every night.

They couldn't stay up all night waiting for them, but the chill breeze of the night felt even colder without the sound of their voice to warm their hearts and alleviate their minds for just a few minutes.

Eventually, everyone fell asleep. Even if varied from eight hours to thirty minutes, they did get some sleep in. They still had a long day ahead of them as the new greenie was coming up in the afternoon. But it was now time to start the day.

With some people running low on sleep, the daily activities in the Glade were slow, paired with sluggish movements and frequent yawns, some even went to a sink nearby to splash cold water on their faces, helping them stay awake and alert.

There wasn't much to do while they waited for the box to come up, so they distracted themselves with stuff to do to keep themselves busy for long enough.

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His eyes were barely opened, seeing flashes of light around him that made him dizzy and slightly sick, feeling his head throbbing. He didn't try to open his eyes more, mainly because he couldn't, but his sight was really blurry and he didn't think it would've made much of a difference if they were fully opened or not, he just let himself be taken away.

He wasn't sure where he was, he just realized there was a little void in his mind when he tried to remember anything associated with the place he was in.

There were sounds of voices going on around him, but he couldn't understand anything, he felt... As if he was underwater, everything felt muffled and distant, he was confused and a bit scared about the situation he was currently in.

And something in his brain realized that he was laying down on a gurney, being taken somewhere he didn't know. His eyes shifted to his sides, at least four people were moving him, two on either side, and he caught a glimpse of someone above his head. His (e/c) eyes looked at everyone's blurry faces, and yet he knew a pair of eyes were looking down at him.

Their lips were moving, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, his eyes eventually closing as his consciousness faded away again.

"W.I.C.K.E.D is good."

Taking a sharp breath, his eyes opened, blinking a few times and adjusting to the lack of light. He sat up slowly, touching the ground as he pushed himself up with his palms, feeling the cold metal underneath them.

He didn't know where he was, but wherever or whatever it was, it was slowly revealing itself as his eyes got used to the darkness, and he could see that he was in some sort of metal box or crate. And that it was moving upward rather rapidly, making him feel a little dizzy and like his stomach was gonna come out of his body through his mouth.

Slowly dragging his body onto the floor, he rested his back on one of the walls of the lift, taking deep breaths to steady his pounding heart and fluttering stomach, he had a sensation of anxiety and panic setting in the pit of his stomach, so he was really trying to prevent that from becoming stronger.

He didn't know how long he's been in this lift and for how much longer he was gonna be there, but he was starting to calm down as if he... Knew he wasn't in danger, at least not yet, so he needed to sort of save his energy to escape or fight if the situation turned out to be less than pleasant.

Minutes went past and he started to doze off, disassociating from reality for a while. Well, until lights were shining inside the lift and alarms busting his eardrums. He flinched and closed his eyes, groaning in pain at the loud sounds of the alarms going off, making him cover his ears with his hands, curling in himself as he found himself somewhat safer between some wooden crates.

And then, just like how it suddenly started, the alarm was turned off, and yet, he remained still with his eyes closed, even like that, he could see the light seeping through his eyelids, the creaky sound of metal doors opening and faint murmurs going around him.

"Hey," a rather loud thump was heard and the lift shook a little under someone's weight, "Time to get out of there, greenie," figuring out the voice was referring to him, he slowly opened his eyes.

He first saw a pair of boots, some dry mud on the sides of them and a little worn, but he couldn't look for too long because he was soon met with someone's face right in front of him, making him flinch and press himself further into the wall of the lift.

"Come on, greenie, we have stuff to do and we can't do that if you don't get out," the guy reached out to him and held his forearms, forcing him up on his feet, he stumbled a bit and dusted himself off, squinting as he looked up at the boys surrounding him from the elevated spot they had outside the lift, "Someone help him out, the rest help with the supplies," a skinny and tall blond reached his hand out for him to grab, and next to him a guy with dark-colored skin and slightly robust body did the same.

Without a word, he reached up for their hands and climbed on a crate as he got taken out of that metal box, he sighed and stood straight, fixing his clothes a bit, that's when he heard it for the first time.

"It's a girl..."

He frowned and looked up at everyone, watching them as they slowly backed away, and he was confused about their reaction. A girl? Were they crazy? He's not a girl.

Mentally not at least, but his body was. There were two rather noticeable bumps on his chest, no longer hidden as he stood straight instead of being curled up on himself.

But something about the way he was being stared at made him coward in himself, feeling self-conscious about his body and the way everyone's staring felt on him, making him cross his arms over his chest and look down.

"Tell Alby we need to have a Gathering, now," the blond that helped him said, a rather charming accent in his words, and the guy he had spoken to nodded without saying anything and started running toward what seemed to be a two-story shack in the distance, "Come with me, greenie," he said with a careful and gentle tone, placing his hands hesitantly on his shoulders, making everyone around them make way as he was guided to the same shack, "We're gonna have a Keeper Gathering!" He announced loud enough for everyone to hear, and a few guys nodded before following close behind them, including the big guy that helped him out.

He didn't know what was happening, or why it was occurring this way, but he knew he was nervous and scared of the outcome of this so-called Gathering.

"Everyone who is not a Keeper is going back to work! No slacking!" He recognized the voice as the guy who jumped in with him- he really should learn their names, he probably will soon.

Various speeds of footsteps sounded around him as everyone did as told, and he still had no clue what was going on.

Walking into the shack, he caught a small glimpse of a, kinda crooked, kinda messy but well-put-together place, it appeared to be the living room or so it seems, but he couldn't observe for long since was taken further inside, into a wide room in the back of the shack. Several chairs were placed in a semi-circle, and he was taken to his seat, barely looking up as he watched out of the corner of his eyes how the remaining chairs proceeded to be occupied by someone new.

Staying still, in complete silence and avoiding eye contact, he listened to everyone discussing this current situation, someone mentioning something about the inconvenience of a girl in the glade, how it didn't make sense, and the amount of work, time and resources they would have to use to be able to ensure her safety, and privacy. He didn't like that, being referred to as a 'her' or 'she' made him feel sick.

"Things are gonna change with a girl around, and now-" tired of hearing being called that way, he stood up from his chair, catching everyone off guard when they saw his emotionless face, before hearing his voice.

"I am not a girl, and I don't need special treatment or arrangements," his voice was strong and firm, sure of what he was saying, and even though that didn't solve the problem yet, it made the majority of them sigh as they stopped their arguments.

"Well, you can leave then, greenie," the guy he learned was called Alby, said. He nodded and made his way to the door quietly, walking out of the gathering room and heading to the front door of the shack- well, Homestead as the keepers had called it.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see..." He heard a faint voice, someone who he recognized as... Winston? He wasn't too sure yet, but he had sort of memorized names with voices instead of faces.

Since he didn't have anything to do yet, he decided that walking around the Glade was gonna be better than nothing, he could get to know the place a little better as well.

His eyes look around, realizing now that he was being kept within four huge walls, although one of those is open...

His feet started taking him to it, feeling something inside him pulling him toward it, completely ignoring the mumbles around him of how he was heading to the Maze Doors.

Maze...? Coming to a stop, he decided to sit down on the grass, keeping his sight fixed far beyond the doors making a long walkway, leading to a pathway that split to right and left. Less than a minute had passed when he saw two silhouettes approaching from his left-side perspective. He couldn't stop looking at them as they approached and ran past him, looking down at him curiously.

"Hey there, greenie," the tall, long-haired blond one said, being followed by a dark brunet, who nodded at him in passing.

Something about them was familiar to him, so he kept his eyes on their back as they ran toward a concrete building with a metal door, located somewhat near the box he came out of. He wondered what was so familiar about them, when an image flashed in his mind.

The image of watching someone drowning made him flinch and grip his head in pain, groaning slightly and curling on himself again.

"Oh? You okay there, greenie?" He looked through squinting eyes at the guy next to him, crouching down to his level and showing hesitant hand movements, deciding whether he should touch him or not, "Do you uh... Need help or need anything?"

After a few seconds, he nodded, trying to stand up but struggling to as the dizziness kept coming back, accompanied by the feeling of his head pounding now.

"I have... A headache," the guy nodded and helped him up, taking him away from the maze doors.

"Okay, I got some painkillers for you, come on."

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Releasing a sigh, he placed the now empty cup of water on the table, feeling his body cooling down thanks to the cold water he just drank, watching Jeff put the pill bottle back in its cabinet.

They talked for a few minutes, and he learned that Jeff was a Med-jack, along with Clint, who was the Keeper. He remembers hearing him talking during the gathering, but he can't put a face to the name yet.

"Well, it may take a while, but your headache should be gone by dinner time," he hummed and nodded, sighing again and laying back on the small couch he was sitting on, "Hey, greenie..." He blinked slowly as he looked at Jeff again, who seemed a little unsure of his words, "I- uh- actually never mind, sorry."

He had a faint idea of what he wanted to say, or ask, so he showed an attempted smile Jeff's way, "I know I look like... A girl right now, but... I'm not, if that's what you were gonna say," Jeff seemed slightly taken aback, before letting out a small chuckle.

"I actually wanted to ask if you remembered your name yet, but thank you for telling me!" He added with a grin before heading to the door, "You can stay here and rest if you want, no one really comes here, anyway."

He nodded and watched Jeff's retreating frame until the door closed behind him.

Silently, he stared at a spot on the table, dozing out as he started asking himself... What's my name? Only to be completely ignored by his own subconscious. He would've tried to think about it more and try to remember it, but it only made his headache worse, so he decided against that. Maybe he'll just have to wait.

Whilst the topic of his name remained a mystery, he debated whether he should stay as Jeff offered or if he should go out, maybe show everyone else that he won't be a problem to the rest of the boys.

But of course, someone had already decided for him.

"Greenie," the distinctive voice of Gally caught his attention, and he turned toward the door, where his towering height barely fit through the doorframe, "Come with me."

He stood up obediently, not wanting to cause any more problems to anyone, especially to Gally, who had seemed the most bothered by his arrival, and followed him out of the med room and out of the Homestead, which remained empty for the most part as everyone was out and about doing their jobs.

"Your designated newbie tour guide bailed on ya, so I was told to do it instead," Gally didn't sound too happy, and he didn't know if the frown on his brow was because of the sun or annoyance at this task, "Your sleeping arrangements still have to be discussed, so this would have to do for now."

They stopped by an arrangement of hammocks tied to trees near the Homestead, keeping them covered by a roof of wood and thick sheets of hay. And he couldn't help that he felt kind of impressed by the craftsmanship he had been witnessing so far. Gally pulled on the knot around the tree trunk, making sure it was secured, and he reached for a bag on the ground near it, handing it to him.

"This bag came with you in the box, it's clear it's yours," he frowned and looked inside the bag. A black sports bra was the first thing that greeted him, alongside what seemed to be pads, he didn't wanna check for too long, but it still made his face feel a slightly bit hotter than before, "Let's go, there's stuff you need to know."

Placing the bag on top of the hammock, he followed Gally, struggling for a moment to keep up with his long strides.

"You've been to the Homestead already, there are a few rooms where some of us sleep in, there are other rooms like the Kitchen, the med room, and the Gathering room," he muttered pointing behind them as they walked somewhat along the perimeter of the glade, approaching what looked like a well-kept garden, people working left and right on it, "The gardens are where the track-hoes do their job of getting us food, fruits and vegetables," he adds, locking eyes with the tall blond with the accent, his name was Newt if he recalled correctly.

He watched them nod at each other as a greeting before getting back to his work.

They continued their way forward, and Gally signaled to what appeared to be a barn, lots of animals around, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of the sheep and pigs, hearing the chickens and... Was that barking?

Approaching the fenced area, he saw a black labrador barking at them and jogging happily toward him. Gally watched rather impressed and confused how Bark seemed happy seeing the greenie, and hearing him barking was definitely something unusual too.

He watched with curious, squinting green eyes how Bark demanded pats from the greenie. Seeing Bark in a good mood made Gally want to pet him too, but the dog had always disliked him, which he wouldn't blame the poor dog for, he had his reasons, he guessed.

"This is the Blood House, greenie," Gally said with a monotonous tone of voice, he could hear the faint sound of Winston's butcher knife cutting through thick skin and sturdy bones, "Just... Try not to get attached to any of the animals, they tend to end up being our food."

With wide eyes, he looked at Gally, seeing something change in his eyes, but before he could understand what it was and what it meant, it was gone as he turned around and continued walking. Following after him, he realized they were walking by the concrete building where he had seen those two guys walk in, and Gally noticed the greenie's interest in it.

"That's the Map Room, where the Runners map out the Maze," he looked at Gally, who was looking toward the Maze Doors, they were still open, but a quick glance at his watch told him there was roughly an hour until they close again for the night. He wondered if he'll- they'll hear that voice tonight, "And that," getting back on topic, he pointed toward the dense woods in front of them, "It's the Deadheads, you'll understand why soon enough."

And now they were looping back around to the Homestead.

"What is that?" He asked stopping in front of a concrete cube with a barred window and a wooden door, a rusty lock hanging on the knob, leaving it open.

"That's the Slammer, although we usually call it the pit," Gally mentioned, looking back at the greenie, there was something about them that made him feel slightly curious and also a bit annoyed, although he hadn't made as many questions as he had expected, "It's like a prison, if you break the rules, you go in the pit."

That caught the greenie's attention, "And what are the rules?"

Oh... Had he really forgotten about the rules? His head was somewhere else, he'll give that excuse to himself.

"Well, rule one; everyone does their part around here, no slackers," he started saying while numbering the rules with his fingers, "Rule two; never hurt another Glader, we have to trust each other," humming, he nodded at Gally's words, the rules seemed to make sense to him, "And lastly, rule three; never go outside the Glade, unless you're a Runner," both of them looked at the ominous Maze behind the open doors, continuing their way back to the hammocks.

"Oh! Greenie!" He recognized Frypan's voice, and he turned around to see him peeking through a window of the Homestead, "Would you mind helping me around with dinner?"

He thought about it for a few seconds, before shrugging and nodding, beginning his walk toward the Keeper of the Cooks.

"And Greenie?" He looked over his shoulder as Gally called him again, he hummed in response, "You'll be working with the Slicers in the Blood House tomorrow."

And with that, he just left.

After a few seconds, he resumed his way inside and followed Fry to the kitchen.

//////

He could hear quite the commotion outside, and he couldn't help but glance out the window.

The boys had gathered around a pile of wood, hay, and rocks to make a bonfire, some of them playing some musical instruments while others danced and did acrobatics that impressed him. Fry noticed the greenie's interest and he nudged him, nodding with a smile toward the rest of the Gladers.

"Go have fun, it's your welcome party, greenbean, I'll take care of the rest," with a tight lipped-smile, he mumbled a 'thank you' before heading out the door. He smiled at the sight of everyone having fun, and he watched Newt approaching him.

"Greenie!" Newt smiled at him and gave a friendly pat on his shoulder, "Hope Fry hasn't been too rough with ya, he's bloody picky about how the food should be cooked," he chuckled at Newt's words and shrugged.

"It took a bit, but I managed," nodding in agreement, Newt took a sip of the amber liquid swirling around in his mason jar, catching his attention, "What is that?"

Newt looked down at it and showed a mischievous smirk, handing the jar to the greenie, who took it and observed it for a few seconds.

"Try it."

Hesitant but not scared, he raised the jar to his mouth, lifting his hand until the liquid slipped past his parted lips. A small taste was all he needed to drink. The strong flavour and the burning sensation down his throat told him he had drunk something containing alcohol, and he frowned at the knowledge but not memory of it. Even tho, it didn't taste half bad, it was just... A lot to take in for the first time.

He gave the jar back to Newt, who was chuckling at this reaction, his (e/c) eyes wide open in surprise.

"It's... Alright, I guess, what is it?" He muttered with a strain in his voice, a cough wanting to come out but holding it back to the best of his abilities, Newt shrugged, smiling as he took another sip.

"Ask that to Gally, it's his recipe," hearing his name made him look around, struggling to find him in the sea of heads and raised arms around, until he saw him in what seemed to be a circle, apparently fighting with another glader, "Oh? You wanna go look?"

He looked at Newt and eventually nodded, remaining silent. He and other Gladers had already realized the greenie wasn't a guy of many words.

They approached the circle, staying at a relatively safe distance to watch the encounters, and he observed Gally's moves, somehow interested in learning something from him, after all, he was called the toughest and strongest one in the Glade.

Every now and again, he would gasp in surprise and mentally cheer Gally on as fight after fight went on with the seemingly endless night, he was having fun simply standing there and watching, occasionally drinking from Newt's jar. But his peace was soon interrupted.

"What a princess we got here!" He recognized his voice, it was Billy, Keeper of the Baggers and by how slurred his words come out, it was obvious that he was drunk. Billy got closer to him, placing his arm around his shoulder without his consent, making his skin crawl at the feeling of a person's touch on them. It felt different from Newt's careful touch and Jeff's hesitant hold, it felt... Rotten. Vile. Disgusting.

"I'm not a princess-" his words were interrupted by his obnoxiously loud laughter, catching the attention of the Gladers that were surrounding Gally.

"Of course you are! Do you see anyone else packing two of these-?" Thanks to Newt's reflexes, Billy was unable to grope what wasn't his, and he looked confused at his hand, before frowning toward Newt, "She's just got here and you've already gotten in her pants, Newt?!"

No one got a chance to say anything about his comment, mainly because Gally came up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, catching him off-guard and making him drop his jar of alcohol.

"Ready up, slinthead, time to sober the shuck up," Gally voiced getting in a fighting position, making eye contact with the greenie who was still feeling a little shaken and uncomfortable about the whole Billy situation, and he gave them a little smile, barely lifting the corners of his lips, but it was there.

I just wanna be with you, (M/n)...

A voice echoed inside the walls of his skull, bouncing back and forward, generating an echo for a few seconds, and he blinked in realization.

Is that... My name?

"Dinner's almost ready!" Frypan's voice stopped him from wondering further, there was something comforting about remembering his name but he was still unsure if it was or not, and the loud cheering around him didn't do much to help him figure it out.

It turned out Gally had won the fight, yet again, and Billy had sobered up enough to call quits before he could be swung around again, it made him chuckle as he saw the victorious, cheeky grin on Gally's face. He turned toward Newt and started walking around him, heading back to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna help Fry," Newt hummed in response as he took the last sip of his drink.

He made eye contact with Gally briefly, before disappearing into the kitchen, seeing the Cooks working around to get the last things done, and he rushed to get the plates and utensils ready to serve everyone their dinner.

A few minutes later, he and Fry were serving bowls full of Fry's stew, the smell making others jokingly groan in disgust, which made the Keeper slap their shoulder playfully, earning laughs and chuckles from them. He watched how, back at the bonfire there were some Gladers, making sure the fire was mostly put out, and cleaned up any mess they may have caused during their fights and plays, before coming to them and grabbing their plate with a tired sigh, heading to one of the tables placed around for them to eat.

When everyone had their share, the rest of the cooks grabbed their plates and sat around the only empty table, but he stayed put in the kitchen, gulping down the stew as quickly as he could while pacing around, and getting started with washing the dishes.

"Greenbean, the Sloppers can do that!" One of the cooks, Jack, said to him while coming up around him to place his empty plate atop one of several piles of them. He simply smiled and shrugged.

"It's okay, I don't mind it," he responded with a quiet tone, continuing to wash the used pots after putting the leftovers in the fridge, scrubbing the bottom of them for anything that may have burned and stuck. Jack seemed hesitant about what to do, but he patted the greenie's shoulder before leaving for bed.

He sighed as he finished washing the second pot and someone took it, a cloth on his hand as he started drying it. He didn't know who he was, but he guessed it was a Slopper, so he didn't say anything and continued washing, soon being surrounded by more guys who helped him, although he had a feeling that they only did it because they were supposed to and not out of the kindness of their heart.

Even so, thanks to them, the dishes were done pretty quickly, and now they could also head to bed.

He sat on his hammock and started gently swinging himself on it, he looked down at himself, and felt his body itching a little bit at the feeling of his sweaty and dirty clothes, even if he hadn't done much for the hours he's been there, so he decided to try and find something in his bag that he could wear to sleep just to feel a little more comfortable.

He found a sleeveless gray hoodie and black capri-length pants, he decided it was enough so he reached the back of his shirt and pulled it off his body, rolling his eyes at the sounds of boys 'ooh-ing' behind him. He put the hoodie on quickly and kicked his boots off, raising his hips just enough to take his pants off before sliding them down his legs as he remained sat on the hammock, grabbing the new pants and putting them on just as fast.

He closed the bag and put it on the ground next to his hammock, the clothes he had worn resting on top of it, and he got comfortable, unfolding the sheet he was provided and covering his legs up to his waist, facing away from everyone, glancing up at the Glade, the bonfire was fully out and there were only a few lights on around, but the moon was the one mostly illuminating the place.

He rocked himself to sleep, just now realizing how tired his body and mind felt, closing his eyes and sighing as he heard a voice mumbling his name in the back of his mind.

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could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?

The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”

You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.

Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”

“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”

“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”

You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”

Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”

“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”

Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.

Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”

You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”

Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.

“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.

“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”

“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”

You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”

There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”

“But it’s really stupid!”

“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”

“That’s the biggest change.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I won’t be the baby anymore.”

Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”

Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”

Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”

T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”

You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”

“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”

You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.

“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”

Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.

“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”

Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.

"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.

T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.

“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”

“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.

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