#n then i need time to fix my thinking again n time to recharge n all that ... n then its a cycle ...

[kanpaeki]

can i request a fluffy fic with dom and a celebrity reader with his younger sister ILY🤍

i love you baby thank you for the request!!

x

"apple, show them your fit. you're gonna eat them all up. you know your mama be killin' it." you take the young girl's hand and give her a little twirl in the camera. you have been on live for the past fifteen minutes with dom and his sister in their kitchen, just for some entertainment and to catch up with the fans.

"my mom? i dress myself." apple looks you up and down and in shock all you do is raise your hands in surrender.

"my bad." you laugh, resting your back against the kitchen, letting the girl entertain the audience as she pleased, just keeping an eye on her.

you just posted your trailer for your newest movie on your instagram and the reception was actually better than you expected for it being so out of your usual work. you were usually typecasted as a more naive character but this project was anything but, playing a blunt and adventurous badass. ecstatic might be too light of a word for what you were feeling. you couldn't wait for this to come out. and dom was all for it. he might even be more ecstatic than you with the way he supported you so publicly and proudly.

dom was out of the camera's view, just scrolling on his phone. you and him had answered some questions earlier so you didn't mind, you know he wasn't on social media much these days. apple, on the other hand, was soaking up the attention. the little one was all up close to the tripod, reading nearly all the comments and talking to them.

"stop telling dom to take his shirt off." apollonia sassed, making you laugh, your head tipping back. dom smiled, looking up from his phone and poking his head into the camera, curls spilling everywhere.

"it's okay, apple. my sex appeal is part of my charm." he shakes his head, fixing his curls and smoldering into the lens. you shake your head, grabbing him and pulling him to you, wrapping your arms around him.

"okay, that's enough." you laugh, kissing his cheek and he drapes his self onto you, making sure he doesn't place all his weight on you. he's gained at least twenty pounds in muscle in record time. he's still lanky but you don't think the wind could blow him away anymore.

you rub his bicep comfortingly, just checking him and making sure he's okay. you know his social battery can need recharging when you do things like this. you would consider yourself a little more well-known than him in the public eye, not able to go out without security or a disguise. he was getting there in status but he could still run to the store and not be recognized if he was careful enough. so you always make sure he's not getting too overwhelmed or anxious. nodding, he lets you know he's okay, burying his head in your neck. you rub his back and kiss the top of his head, just holding him for the moment.

"someone asked how dom feels about y/n's love interest in the new movie." apple looks back at you guys, used to you guys being so touchy to the point where it doesn't phase her anymore. you just smirk and shake your head, knowing the comments are just trying to rile up dominic.

dominic picks his head up, "i let bro know i been in the gym. that's all i have to say." and drops his head again.

you roll your eyes.

[inactiveobeymeblog]

Hi!

Could I request the brothers + side characters reaction when mc turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc turned into a goose due to Solomon messing up again, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

A/N: Sorry that I’m so late!! I was just caught up in a lot of things and forgot this was in my drafts oof. I also changed a few things up just to be a little silly (and also bc I didn’t want to write the personality of duck MC here). Anyway, I decided to divide this into two parts; one for the brothers and the other for the side characters. Enjoy!

The Brother’s Reactions to Duck!MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Rating: SFW, fluff

Warnings: GN!MC, no pronouns used for MC, no gender specified for MC, interactions based on the brothers (not MC), personality not specified for MC

Tags: Fluff, the brothers love duck!MC, cuddling, preening, etc.

Part I (This Is Where You Currently Are), Part II (Coming Soon!)

Lucifer

How the hell did this happen?

“Will you stop taking my things, please? You’re making my life even more difficult than it is already.”

At first, he’d have fun with it, teasing you by picking you up randomly when in private

Even going so far as to sit in his lap while he pets you

But then he’d look for a way to fix it

And eventually he does, much to everyone’s protests

He’ll miss the times when he sets you in his lap and feeds you your favourites, but if you can be more helpful to him in your human form, he’d prefer that

Besides

He’d like to see your face instead of that of a duck

Mammon

Oh lord

Is he ever about to get in trouble

He’s no doubt teaming up with you to steal money

I mean

A duck?

In the Devildom?

Now THAT is about to attract a lot of money

He’d probably set up an attraction where lots of demons and demon-kin alike get to meet and pet a real goose

I feel like at the end of it all, even if Mammon did get a lot of money, you’d be exhausted

Because you already know you were out there for hours getting pet by so many

You need to recharge a bit

And that includes a lot of pets from Mammon

And a lot of cuddles

You know he’s going to be so happy to oblige

Levi

Unlike Mammon, he’s not going outside of the house

So you don’t have to worry about that

He’ll set you in his lap while he’s playing video games and he’ll let you time to time between bosses

Hell, he’ll even give you a controller to play with him if he’s feeling extra bored

And it baffles him how you win every time

Because a duck? Beating him? That’s impossible!

But he loves it

He’d lose to you again and again if it meant holding you in his lap like this

Satan

Team Prank Lucifer: Duck Addition

No but seriously, he’s getting into mischievous trouble with you in tow

He’d probably start by making cursed illusions of you but they all have different personalities

For instance, one could be kind and gentle while another could blow up the house

But while your illusions are causing havoc, the real you is resting in his lap as he reads a good book

He’s running his fingers through your goose feathers, practically preening you

He finds it relaxing how he can just pet you and sit back

If he’s honest, he hasn’t been reading his book for the past half an hour

He’s too busy adoring the way you shake your feathers in response to his pets

He finds you irresistibly adorable

Asmodeus

You already know he’s going to put you in cute little outfits

Doesn’t matter how much you hiss at him, he’ll find a way to put some sort of sweater on you

Once he does, he squeals and gets out his phone, taking a selfie with your very-not-amused-goose-face

This is not the first outfit he’s putting you in though, he’s putting you in sparkling pink and blue dresses and cute little tuxedos

He’s also putting some big, fluff coats on you

You’re not getting out of his sight no matter how hard you try

You just have to hope he gets bored

But let’s be honest here

That’s not happening

Beelzebub

Beel is pretty chill when he sees you all snuggled up beside his pillow, minding your own business

At first, he didn’t know it was you so he just kinda left you alone, thinking that you were another one of his brother’s crazy pets

Only when you had followed him out to the kitchen did he start to catch on

And once he does know it’s you, he’s carrying you everywhere with him

To the kitchen, the common room, the gym, RAD, or even the Demon Lord’s Castle

It doesn’t matter

As long as you’re in his arms, he’s happy

And if you want, he’d give you a few snacks as well

He doesn’t mind

And honestly? He’d get a bit sad when you return to normal

He got used to carrying you around :(

Belphegor

You can get he’s not moving unless he has to

So you’re his napping buddy until he’s forced to get up

He’d hold you in his arms and cuddling you as he sleep talks

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can escape his grasp and sit on either his back or his stomach

When he wakes up, he’s so confused bc his sleepy brain is thinking-

“Why is there a duck on me?”

And then he remembers that it’s you and he bundles you up in his arms again

He looks away when your duck wings flap in his face but he starts petting you when you settle

He’ll stay awake to pet you despite the pull of his sin that makes his eyes flutter closed every now and then

But he enjoys it

And when you return to normal, he’s in your arms fast asleep

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (9) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n reunions galore!

masterlist | last part | part 9 | next part

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camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 21h I CAN'T BREATHE I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SAW JONATHAN SU AND SELINA BUI LIVE IN THE FLESH AT THE SHENZHEN FENDI POP-UP ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 21h i'm not alive i have ascended to a higher plane

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emme @flowersforcami · 42m oomf said i can fix him (no really i can) is super lina in her tommy era coded and i can't unhear it now

↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h @urdaisea baby girl this is for you 😭 ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 44m HOW ARE THEY SO QUICK OH MY GOD IT'S HEARTBREAKING

oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 33m it's only been like a day since it dropped but i've already been blessed with a so high school oscalina edit the lord is good 🙏 ↳ jackpot ☆ @slayridgo · 30m i wanna be on ur fyp bc i've gotten two 'you look like taylor swift' edits of olivia and lina and it's been depressing

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[cosmicanemoia]

Still Feel You

Amelia Shepherd x Reader

Love Me Till You Leave Me part 16

Anyone with two eyes that can see, could see, and feel the tension between you two. Everyone has seen the way she looks at you when she knows you're lost in your thoughts, not giving care to your surroundings. She stared, and she didn't even realise it until someone confronted her and told her that it's rude to stare.

One of the people who told her off was her friend Addison.

(Flashback)

A: You know she's my ex.

A/M: Sorry. I can only imagine being left behind over and over.

A: I'm the one who left her.

A/M: Why? She seems great.

Amelia walks out, tired of her friend's endless teasing. Addison's smirk that she was holding back began to show.

(End of flashback)

Addison took a mission upon herself to make Amelia jealous and make her realise her mistake. But an innocent flirtation with you led to something, unto another, and you ended up sleeping together.

You and Addison had a conversation about it and come up with an agreement that it's just a one (many ones) time thing, and that it should never happen again, but they would stay friends.

Every time Addison sees Amelia, she feels guilty for what she had let happen.

-----

You were all at a common friend's house celebrating someone's birthday. Addie pulled Ames out of the crowd to confess.

A/M: I need to tell you something. Please, don't be mad at me, but it's totally understandable if you do.

A: Addison, what is it? Just tell me.

A/M: I slept with Y/N.

Amelia was shook to the core, but she tried to mask it with a smile and a very awkward chuckle.

A: I- uh, I'm with Kai now-- It's none of my business who she chooses to sleep with. And, you- didn't need to tell me.

A/M: So, are you mad?

Amelia walks away. After a few steps, she halted and turned to look at Addison "have a good day, Addison," then she continued to walk away from where her friend stood.

Addison was left with her thoughts. She sigh loudly 'she didn't say she was not mad, but she didn't also say she was not, not mad' she thinks to herself but eventually shrug it off and went on with her life.

Amelia was now sitting in a bathroom stall. Her mind wanders to what Addison had confessed. She wasn't mad, but she was rather hurt by her friend's revelation. A tear escape from her eye so she lift her head to look up, and not let any tear escape from her again, it was getting harder for her to hold those tears but before she broke out into a sob, she smelled a familiar scent, her sadness turned to panic.

You went to the restroom to wash your hands, check yourself out in the mirror, and then fix or flatten your clothes. Someone had followed you. "Hey! There you are-- you disappeared from me back there. " Teddy places a hand on your back, and gently caress it, trying to comfort you. "I just need a minute to recharge, you know how I get on parties," you told her, but you really just wanted to go home, to sleep, or just lie in your bed.

Amelia waited for the familiar voices to go out so she could go out of the stall.

---

Kai would sometimes catch Amelia stealing glances of you.

They would notice her smiling every time she sees you smiling. They notice how she would quickly turn to look away when your line of sight turns to her direction.

One night, Amelia said your name in her sleep while she coddled with Kai, and them watching her sleep, it broke them a little.

Later in the morning, Kai confronted Amelia.

K: You were saying Y/N's name in your sleep last night

A: Really? --I did?

K: Yes

A: I don't know, I don't remember

K: Was it a sex dream?

A: What?! I told you, I don't know and I don't remember. Now, let's get coffee

Amelia stood on the corner of the bed, and Kai suddenly grabbed her, making her fall back to the bed. As Kai said "wait" Amelia is shocked. "Sorry. I didn't mean to--" Kai apologises and tried to explain themselves, but Amelia cut her off, "what is it?!" Her voice a little bit laced with anger and disappointment... "Are you still in love with her? With Y/N?" Kai finally asks the question that has been looming around everybody else's mind.

Amelia just remained quiet while she got off of the bed, but she suddenly blurted out, "Stop with these nonsense. Let us go and get coffee. Don't ruin such a beautiful day. " Kai doesn't know what validation they need, but that is enough with them.

They felt like this conversation had happened before. It did, somehow, word for word, but they didn't remember the first time, this time though, they surely won't forget.

-----

You were aboard the elevator. When the door was about to close, someone shouted for you to "Wait. Hold it. " it was a familiar voice, so you followed the instruction. When the owner of the voice came, you smiled at her, and she smiled at you.

A: Hi. Thanks for waiting.

Y/N: Hi, as well. It was nothing, I'd do it for anyone

Amelia doesn't know what she's thinking, but you saying you'd do that for anyone kinda hurt her. She thought to herself that she became just anyone to you.

People started filing up in the elevator and and you were both pushed into the back corner. Her back rubbing in front of you, you both cleared your throats by the sudden connection when the elevator halted.

You are so close together she can clearly smell the scent she's been missing without knowing, even if you're in a small space with a lot of people, your scent triumph over other scents and she finally figure out what that distinct smell of your perfume. "Sandalwood," she blurted out, and everyone in the elevator turned their head to look at her. "What?" You ask her, "sandalwood. I figured it out, the scent I really like from you, it's sandalwood, right?" You were confused for a second, but then you figure out what she's talking about. "Ah, yes-- right," you chuckled awkwardly.

You didn't avoid her. She didn't avoid you. It's like nothing ever happened, but something did, and it still hurts you.

Amelia is still feeling feelings for you.

Everyone knows she's still in love with you, except you, and she's about to admit it to herself.

[askthe-r-m-au]

Yall know what time it is...

Back at it again at Krispy Kreme uh I mean Ring-Misstress AU fic

I've been thinking about themmmmmmm

[Ring-Misstress Chapter 4: A "Grand" opening]

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Pomni walked back to the center of the Circus, cane in hand, and Hat on her head. This was the last night before The Amazing Digital Circus virtual game would be shown to the public in at least a few years! According to Caine, at least. He suggested they work late into the night before anyone could show up. That way, they'd have almost everything ready by the morning. Caine noticed his Co-host walking into the room.

☆Ah, you're back! The little guy's asleep?☆

Pomni twirled the cane in her hand like a baton.

♧Yeah, wasn't much trouble. Easier than I thought it'd be!

Caine chuckled proudly. The tension from the deadline always left when she walked in.

☆See? I knew you'd be great for this job!☆

♧Heh, yeah... hey... Are you sure you wanna do this the whole night??♧

Caine had dazed off until he heard her question.

☆Hm? Oh- well, of course! You don't require sleep, so we'll have plenty of time!☆

♧Well, sure, I don't need to sleep... but... what about you? Voz needs to sleep, don't you?♧

He paused for a second.

☆Well, we don't sleep, we recharge. But it does give of the sensation of sleep and its symptoms. At least, I believe it does...☆

It didn't make much sense to Pomni, but she learned not to question these sorts of things a long time ago.

♧Huh. Wait... where do you- uhm- "sleep" anyway?♧

☆Oh. Well, uh, I usually just find some secluded area, out of bounds...☆

Caine was beginning to feel drousy just talking about it. But, not wanting to leave so soon, he perked himself up.

☆Now is not the time to worry about that though, my dear! We have work to do!!☆

♧Well you do look pretty ti-♧

☆Me? Tired? Nonsense!! Now, let's get back work!☆

The conversation was cut short. They silently continued fixing up the place. But Caine looked like he was getting progressively slower with each glance Pomni took.

♧Are... you sure you don't wanna... leave now?♧

☆And... leave you alone?? Like I would do that!☆

♧What? You don't trust me?? I can do things by myself.♧

☆N-no! It's not that at all, my dear! You are absolutely great at what you do! It's just that I think if I left you to do all this yourself then that... would be terribly... rude... of me...☆

Caine was barely hovering in the air by now.

♧... You wouldn't wanna be in this state tomorrow morning, would you??♧

☆...Ok... just for a few minutes...☆

Caine was still hesitant to leave His friends side. He fought with every last bit of energy in him to stay awake.

☆ before i go... Wh-why don't we discuss some ideas for adventures?? Anything sound good to you??☆

♧Hm... how about... "Count the sheep?"♧

☆Great idea!! Let's test that. One... ...two... ...☆

Caine stopped responding.

He floated idly in place, nearly touching the ground.

♧Welp. That's two times I'm putting someone to bed.♧

Pomni smiled as she walked down the hallway, dragging an unconscious Caine into her room, and walking back out, hat on her head, cane in her hand.

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[ENTERING "R.E.M." MODE...]

Caine opened his eyes to find himself in a darkly lit monochrome room. His vision was a bit fuzzy. The only things he could make out were a big red door and a misshapen box sitting atop a desk.

He hunched over the desk, looking at the strange box. One side looked different from the rest. It was pitch black.

Then it flashed white. It had a strangely similar look to the void. He leaned in closer. Then, a familiar sphere shaped character appeared in the center. Green strands of 1's and 0's growing around him...

_-°○You did this to yourself.○°-_

Oooookay, maybe he shouldn't be here.

Having no other option, he went through the big red door.

It led him back to the main area of the circus. Finally, a place he firmly recognized! Then he heard the sound of glitches rising from around him.

Maybe he would've been better off in the box room...

He looked up to see everyone had abstracted. Even the abstracts from the cellar somehow got out. Wait... everyone...?

♧C-cai-ªi-N-ne?♧

Caine immediately turned his head.

☆POMNI!☆

Her entire avatar was covered in glitches. She was holding on with her last bit of strength. She barely managed to speak.

♧It-t's... Iṭ'§...♧

He desperately tried to hold her head upright.

☆W-whats wrong, dear? Just tell me. I-I can fix it, I promise!☆

♧I-Tt-§...♧

_-♧ITS ALL YOUR FAULT.♧-_

The glitching code morphed into glowing eyes. Her body contorted until it was completely unrecognizable...

.

.

.

[FULLY CHARGED]

The ringmaster jumped from shock, only to quickly realize that he had been lying down the entire time. Of all the times he's entered a "dream state" as they call it, he had never experienced such a negative one. Nothing has ever made him feel like-

His train of thought immediately stopped. He heard a thumping noise. Actually, he didn't just hear it...

He felt it...

He placed his hand to his chest, presumably where a human heart would be. And sure enough...

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

How was this possible? He couldn't truly be... unless-

[PAPAA!! GETUPGETUPGETUPGETUPGETUP!!]

The door slammed open, and little Voz barged into the room. Shaking the end of the bed violently until Caine finally rose from his sitting position.

☆Alright, okay, I am! Now, what's the r- OH...☆

He looked around, recalling the events from the previous night.

[Mama had sent me to wake you...]

☆Has anyone already-☆

[Yup...]

Oh, how foolish of the ringmaster to be late to his very own show, leaving his bel- CO-HOST, yes, to do everything by herself...

☆Welp, time is really crunching, kiddo! We better hurry back!☆

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Pomni and the main cast sat around. Along with a few players. All of them took the appearance of mannequins, but each with distinct accessories. One with purple butterfly wings, one with a chicken's beak, a party hat, and a plauge doctor mask.

The player's each had names displayed over their heads, and they showed up whenever they would speak.

Osa: Man, it's been forever since they announced this game!! Can't believe we finally get to play this together!!

Aki: Yeah! This is gonna be fun, huh Zari?

Zari: ...you brought me here against my will.

Plauge: Honestly, I agree. This is stupid...

♧Now, now, everyone! There's no need to be so impatient! I'm... I'm sure the ringmaster will be here very-♧

Caine and Voz appeared center stage with a loud SNAP.

☆Pomni! I'm so, very sorry I'm late. We'll have to talk later. Now who's ready to woo the-!☆

Caine looked up to see only 4 players in front of them.

☆Crowd. ... Well, this is anticlimactic.☆

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HOLY SMOKES I TOOK A LIL BREAK FROM THIS I KNOW BUT ITS OUT NYEAOW YIPPEEEE-

*Disintegrates into dust*

Also, huge thanks to my buddies Angii and sushi/vintage radio for letting me use our old tadc OCs for this! :>

Uhmm anyways asks r opened and... That's all byeee

[tooti-fruiti]

ROCK N' ROLL [CHAPTER SIX]

Puzzles Around The Pizza Plex

Once you two made it to the rehearsal room after avoiding Roxanne, you two started looking around for it.

"Freddy said it should be around here somewhere." Gregory said.

You found a little wind up present and opened it.

Inside was the backstage pass.

"Gregory! I found it!" You said.

"Great! Now we can access the lift controls like Freddy said."

You left the rehearsal room and went back to Rockstar Row.

"I wonder where we go from here." Gregory said.

You walked to one of the doors and held the pass in front of it and it opened.

"We go up this way." You said.

You two walked up the stairs and into what seemed to be a security room.

"Hey look! A security badge!" Gregory said. "And a disk?"

He took both and an alarm started blaring.

Then Freddy's face showed up on the TV.

"Gregory? (Y/n)? What did you do? Something happened. I can communicate again. I think you fixed my signal. Thank you."

"Freddy!" Gregory yelled as he ran over to the TV.

You noticed something else on one of the cameras.

"Freddy, Chica and Roxanne are coming to the office! I can see them on the monitor."

"Do not let them in. The security doors are equipped with electrical deterrents. If you see them banging on the doors, hit the appropriate button. That shock should stun them."

"But how do we get out of here?!" Gregory asked.

"Do you see the large vent in the floor? If I can reach the room under you, I should be able to force it open and let you both out. Look for me on the monitors and open the door in that room to let me get to you both."

"I have the cameras on my watch." Gregory said. "I'll handle Roxy and Chica. Look for Freddy."

You nodded and kept circling around the tables looking for Freddy as Gregory ran back and forth.

After hitting about six different buttons, you could hear heavy footsteps from beneath you.

Then Freddy jumped up and pulled the vent down.

"Come on Gregory, Freddy's here!" You said.

"Jump (Y/n)! I'll catch you!"

You jumped down and Freddy did indeed catch you.

After he set you down, he caught Gregory as well.

"Are you both alright?"

You nodded.

"I'm sorry Freddy." Gregory said. "We couldn't find any lift controls, we only found this disk thing and a security badge."

"It is alright. Follow me to the atrium. That is a program disk for the stage show. If you use it in the sound booth, you should be able to run a showtime program which will activate the lift."

"And then we'll be able to get you to parts and service."

"Correct." Freddy said as he started walking.

He led you and Gregory through a hallway and onto the main stage.

Then he pointed at the top floor.

"The sound booth is all the way up there. Please, be careful."

"Can't you come with us?"

"I do not much energy left, Gregory. You will be alright."

Gregory sighed and hopped off the stage.

"Alright...let's do this..."

•

After avoiding Roxanne and Chica again, you and Gregory made it up the sound booth and put in the disk.

Giant holograms of the animatronics playing on the stage.

Then you and Gregory made your way back down to the lift and activated it.

"Great job, superstars. Just push the button and the lift will take us down to parts and service."

Gregory pushed the button and the lift started to move down.

"Oh no!" Gregory said. "What time is it? That moon thing's gonna get us!"

"What moon thing?" You asked as you turned around.

Behind you was an animatronic with a moon for a head.

"Ew!" You said. "Why does it look like that?!"

The moon thing giggled and disappeared under the lift. "How rude..."

"Uh oh."

"Quick, we need to find a recharge station!" Gregory said.

You all ran off the platform and started looking around.

Then, Gregory found a recharge station and pulled you inside.

Leaving Freddy out there, alone.

After the recharge station closed, Freddy fell to the floor.

"Freddy!" Gregory yelled as he got on tip toes and you both looked out the window.

Through the window, you saw the moon thing wave at you both before dragging Freddy off to parts and service.

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Chapter Five

[obsequence]

hi i hope this isn't weird askdjfksdksl, you seem to be much more active on twitter but i REFUSE to make an account on that website BUT a mutual of mine just said something to me about the idea of an au where the rattlers run like. an apocalypse gladiator ring instead and ellie eventually gets caught and stuck there with abby and this is just actually insane we can't believe no one else seems to have had this idea yet??????? my first thought was tell the only ellabs person i know of who is in any way active on social media idk you can tell twitter about this or whatever i just think you need to know. i think ellabs nation (ellabs village really lol) needs to consider the possibilities

1) come to twitter i promise it’s like not that bad i just get into fights a lot 😭

2) i have a new tumblr but it’s under a pseudonym because i’m literally writing x readers and i know people will clown me and think i’m doing it in the “y/n” way (nothing wrong with that) and not the “x readers are a great way to character study without making whole ocs and you’re able to share them with a large audience” way

3) honestly , i really hate fics that have like . anything to do with the rattlers . because they’re just , like , EXTREMELY miserable (hypocritical coming from me , i know) and i deserve a speck of dopamine every now and then . but i will spread the idea ! because tbh it’s pretty good and not done before . just not my thing

4) i’m going to take this as an opportunity to explain why the fuck tl2 isn’t out yet , but it’s going to be a very longwinded self-psychoanalytical bananza , sooo . .

so , tl2 isn’t going to be a multichapter , if it ever gets put out . it’s gonna be a really long oneshot , because if i post it , i want it to be FINISHED so i don’t leave anyone waiting again .

the reason why i have a mental block against writing it right now is because i’m really unhappy about where tl1 left off . i never really liked it honestly , i just felt a bit pressured to get it out asap so i could be done . i reread the first few chapters all the time , and i really consider that its peak , because it started to feel like a chore after chapter six .

it’s hard to write the sequel to something you don’t like . it feels like you can only disappoint (if not others , yourself) and expand on its horribleness , which sounds so melancholy , i know , lol , but it’s the truth . like , how do you fix what’s broken on something you can’t touch ? by adding more that’s broken ? nuh uh . it’s a lot of stress .

also , i just . . need a creative recharge . “spencer , it’s been like five months since you finished tl !!” no i mean like . a year . before i even poke it with a ten foor pole again . LOL it’s that bad . this might change , but that’s how i feel right now .

i’ve been really insecure about my work lately , and i’ve never been able to read original novels or other fics without feeling incredibly envious of others’ talent , and it has sowed a lot of discontent inside of me . so i stopped consuming others’ work for a bit , but that just left me uninspired and in an echo chamber of my own writing without any improvement , so it became hyper-stylized and odd to read , especially months later . i don’t even know what i was trying to accomplish at some points ?? it’s all very odd and tryhard and makes me cringe .

so , right now , my goal is to read more published work lol . i’m reading my childhood favorite “daughter of smoke and bone” right now , and it’s even better than i remember . highly recommend

but yeahhh that’s why tl2 isn’t out sorry 🌸🩷🩷💕🥺🥺🥺

(but like fr i am incredibly sorry)

[astrxealis]

ngl i lowkey kinda ehh rbing ask games myself now bcs i rmbr the last few times i have, literally no one ever sends in an ask 😭💔 (dw abt it tho aaa no pressure n all ofc and i don't rlly mind)

[rainbow--panic]

Glamrocks x Maintenance! Animatronic! Reader

Hello and merry christmas readers! I have brought you the long awaited part 2 to my story! please enjoy!

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Its been a few weeks since you started doing maintenance jobs around the plex. The guests really seem to like you too, seems like the guests were always attracted to you, The little children had to be your favorite of the guests though. One time a little girl came up to you and asked you if you sang and danced like the gang,and when you told her that you didn't and were just maintenance she asked you if that meant that you built the Pizza plex all on your own. Children amazed you with the things they said, although they might not know any better it amused you to think that one child could think you were capable of something so great.

A voice came in over your intercom breaking you from your thought.

X Freddy

“Hey (Y/N)! Freddy needs you in his room, the lights keep flickering off and scaring away children, he is also having some trouble with his recharge station” “Right on it boss” you say as you grab your tool box and make your way to Freddy's room. It took you a while to get past the ocean of guests but eventually you made it to his room only to find the door and curtains closed. You used your pass to get in.

You looked around and didn't see Freddy anywhere. You walked in the room and called out for him. A few moments passed before the backdoor opened and revealed freddy. You greeted him. “Hello freddy, did you just get done with a recharge?”. “Well i tried to, but im only at half power, for some reason i'm not getting regarded to full power regardless of how long i stay in there.” he answered sounding confused. With a hum you told him that were wanting to check out the power cables in his back room.

After a quick and thorough investigation you found that a few electrical wires had been pulled from various sockets. You began to plug in some of them when Freddy came in and offered you assistance. You were in the process of standing and turning to freddy when you realized a wire had got wrapped around your feet, causing you to abruptly fall back as you had nothing to keep yourself balanced. As soon as freddy realized what was going on he tried to run up to you to keep you from falling but the wire that had ensnared you pulled a separate wire, tightening it enough to make freddy trip and fall. He almost fell on top of you but lucky he was able to place his arms on either side of you so that he didn't fall completely on top of you.

For some time he didn't move, neither did you. Both of you were stunned at the sudden closeness of one another. Finally freddy got up and off of you saying a quick apology before kneeling down and getting your legs untangled from the wire. You thanked him and quickly began fixing the wires again while he waited in his main room. When you finished you told Freddy, but as you were talking to him you realized you now could not keep eye contact with him and your systems were overheating. As soon as you were done talking to him you left quickly, making an excuse that you had something that needed fixing urgently.

XMonty

“Monty is at it again” said the voice over the intercom. “On it” you say.

Since your first encounter with Montgomery the higher ups decided to make you the only one to do any type of maintenance on him or his room. You didn't mind though, once you got to know him Monty was actually a pretty decent guy. You would go as far as to say yall were friends.

You arrived to his room only to hear him tearing it up. Another part of your job was to specifically stop montgomery from freaking out like this. You run to his door and open it, as usual the lights inside were off and monty seemed to stop whatever he was in the middle of doing when the door opened. You entered his room and shown your light around the room. Montgomery was in the corner by his couch facing the wall, something was in his hands but you couldn’t really see what is was.

“Montgomery, are you feeling ok?” That was the line you always started with in these situations. You heard him huff as he dropped whatever he was holding, it fell on the ground with an audible ‘thunk’. He started to turn towards you, you could tell by his face that he was angry, but while inspecting his face thats when you noticed his glasses were gone. You walked up to him to examine him closer, you had to make sure he wasn’t obviously damaged.

Montgomery started to growl lowly at you. Stopping in your tracks you could tell that he didn't want you near him, you could do nothing but respect his personal space. You began to look around his damaged room. ‘The clean up crew is going to have in here’ you thought to yourself as you continued looking. You saw his glasses on the floor, broken to bits. Since they were technically seen as being apart of the large gator you bent down and picked them up, opening your chest cavity to store them in there, you would have to go down and fix them later. Luckily you took it upon yourself to always carry an extra pair of glasses for him, you knew eventually he would ruin his current pair.

You grabbed them and closed your chest. You turned to him and reached your hand out holding the glasses. He stared at you angrily for a moment before walking up to you and taking them from you. Putting them back on his face. “Thanks” he said, not really in the tone you were expecting. You expected him to still sound angry but he sounded somewhat…..appreciative?

“Of course, now do you mind answer the question?” you asked him. A few moments of silenced passed before he answered. “I am now.” You knew it was safe to talk to him after he answered your question, it was like answering that question was his way of telling you that he was fine to speak with. “What happened Monty? Why are you angry today?” you ask him. He told you how he was in one of his ‘rampages’, as you liked to call them, and during that time he accidentally broke his glasses which then sent him down a further spiral of anger.

You nodded understandingly. You knew sometimes he just got frustrated and didn't know what to do with himself. Stepping closer you decided to hug him. At first he was stiff, no one had ever hugged him before, he then slowly put his arms around you and held you tightly, leaning his head on your shoulder. The both of you stayed like that for some time before he let you go. At that time his lights came back on, you could not see the entirety of his shattered room.

You looked at him and noticed that he seemed to be trying not to look at you. “Thank you for that (Y/N)” he said, finally looking at you. For some reason your systems started to heat up. “O-of course” you answered, noticing the glitch in your voice. Monty noticed it as he continued to look at you and smirk.

“Well monty if everything here is in order then i will be leaving to perform more maintenance around the facility” you said as you started for the door. “Rock n’ roll (Y/N)” was all monty said to you as you left.

X roxy

“Roxy needs some assistance in her room” said the voice. “On my way there”

You made your way down past crowds of people. You wondered what the problem could be this time. From what you recall everything seemed fine in roxy’s room. You would often go check in her room to make sure everything was alright and didn't need replacing. In the weeks you have been working here you were able to become close to Roxy, sometimes if you were doing maintenance in her raceway she would walk around and talk to you, even crack some jokes. While thinking you recalled a recent incident where roxy rushed into the middle of a race because a child's service bot was going haywire.

You heard that while the child was in the middle of the race, their help bot started to malfunction causing its head to fly off. Roxy rushed to the child's kart, grabbed a hold of it, and was dragged for a while before being able to pop the tires and grab the steering wheel, driving it into a wall. The family was both furious at the pizza plex and thankful to roxy for saving their child. You remember her coming down to get some maintenance after the incident. Aside from some scratches she seemed fine.

You made it to her room, her curtains were closed. You walked in a greeted her. “Hello Roxy! What can i do for you today?” you asked. She looked at you, she was sitting on the couch looking sad, you became worried. “My ankle, i cant move it” was all she said. You quickly walked up to her and bent down. You held her leg as you examined her ankle, You tried to jiggle it but it wouldn't budge.

You reached into your toolbox and got out a small, but bright, flashlight to help you see better into the small space in between her leg and her foot. A quick examination revealed a small pebbled lodged in her joint. “Ah, theres the problem, theres a pebble stuck in here” you inform her. ”Can you get it out?” she asked you in a worried tone. “I can, but i may still need to take you down to parts and services, just to make sure everything is alright.”

You grab a pair of tweezers from your box and after some time you get the pebble out. “Roxy, can you please stand for me?” you back up to give her room as she stands up quickly but her ankle gives out sending her falling forward. You catch her. “Hm, seems we will need to go and fix that joint.” You tell her. “How am i going to get there though? I cant walk as much as a step!” she complains, almost sounding if she is going to cry. ”Oh, i'll just carry you” you say as you lean her back quickly with one arm at her back, lean down and pick up her legs with the other.

“W-woah! Theres n-no need for that im sure i could have- well i mean-I uh” roxy seemed to be to confused to form a sentence. You looked at her and smiled, walking to the elevator in the back room. Strangely your systems began to heat up, it felt like roxys did too. You pressed the button and eventually made it to the maintenance room. You walked around to the entrance of the repair room and laid her on the chair. You began to enter commands into the computer, after an hour you were able to get her ankle repaired.

When she got up and left the room she said a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to the elevator that led to her room. For some reason you smiled, systems still heating.

X chica

“Chica is having some trouble with her arm, but she cant go down to parts and services because Montgomery is in there and she has a party to get to” says the voice over the intercom. “On it” you reply.

You were happy to be going to chicas room, you got along well together. You were actually able to talk to chica, not just chatter to fill in the void of silence. Whenever you were around chica you felt safe and you always had another feeling for her, you didnt know what this other feeling was exactly but you thought of it as a good feeling, one side affect of this other unknown feeling was that your systems would always heat up, not in a dangerous way but enough for you to notice.

You made it to chicas room and opened the door. Chica was right in front of you. “Hi (Y/N)!” she greeted happily while holding on to her right arm. “Heya chica, right arm bugging you?” you ask. She nods. “Well take a seat here on your chair and ill repair it” you tell her. “Hey (Y/N), i don't mean to rush you but i have a birthday party i need to get to” she tells you as she sits down.

“Got it” you reply as you begin to inspect her arm. You see that a few bolts were either loose or missing, it wasn't the worst case scenario but her arm still ran the risk of falling off. You took out your toolbox and began looking for some bolts. “So, any other plans for today?” chica asked as she watched you dig through your toolbox. “Not really, i have to go on the main stage to fix some lights for your next concert.” you tell her as you find the bolts you need.

The both of you kept talking for the duration it took you to fix her arm. Chica was really different from the others, you enjoyed every moment you were with her, she always seemed so bright and kind and….beautiful. Where were your thoughts taking you? You are at work, you can't have thoughts like this. Everytime you visited chica or even thought of her these thoughts popped up in your head.

“(Y/N)?” your name brought you back to reality. “Are you ok?” chica asked. “Oh, um yeah, sorry just have my mind on a lot today” you apologized. You finished with her arm and asked her to move it around. She did as she was told and the test ran smoothly. Chca was happy about her now fixed arm. She looked at you “Thanks (Y/N), your the best!” you smile “Of course chica, anytime” you reply to her.

Chica garabs one of your hands with both of hers, looking at you with a serious expression.“Hey (Y/N), ya know i'm always here for you if need to talk, ive been noticing you act weird lately and i don't want you to feel bad while your with me or something, you know you’re my best friend, right?” you stare at chica before mustering up a smile. “Yeah chica, i know, but don't worry about me, probably just a programming bug. Now c’mon, you gotta get going to that party” you remind her. She looks at you for another moment before nodding with a smile. “Rock on (Y/N)!” she says as she leaves the room. You soon follow her out. What a wonderful person Chica is.

X sun/moon

“There's some urgent work that needs to be done in the daycare.” She states quickly. “I'll be there in a flash.” you answer.

You run to the daycare, almost running into some people, having to slide or jump to avoid trampling them. Urgent repairs always took priority, even over the lives of some guests. As you ran you almost pushed over Montgomery, barely avoiding him on your way to the daycare. When you made it you didn't see anyone panicked or in a hurry, so you assumed nothing had happened yet.

You quickly walked in the daycare and saw Sunny playing with some children. The children saw you and cheered. “(Y/N) back! (Y/N) back!” said one child. “Have you come back to play with us?” another child said. “No no, I'm sorry children but I have some urgent work I need to get to.” you heard many disappointed sighs from the children. Sun had come up to you and greeted you cheerfully. He told the children to continue playing while the both of you worked.

You two walked for a minute before he showed you what happened. One of the structures had collapsed and fallen onto another one. “Why haven't the kids been evacuated?” you asked sun. He looked at you, frowning. “The higher ups said that the kids would be fine and just to get you to fix it.” he didn't sound happy at all, you didn't like how sad sun sounded, at the same time you were angry, this corporation cared more for money than the lives of children. With a sigh you looked up to the structure. “Sun, if i'm going to work on this, I'm going to need your help.” you say, looking him in the eyes. He nods and you both go to the children, telling them to stay away from you two as you worked.

You told the kids that they would all get a prize if they stayed in a specified safe area. They all immediately agreed, giggling amongst themselves, you found that odd. You and sun began to work on the structure. Thanks to his height and long arms he was able to spread apart the structures enough for you to repair poles so that they didn't become slanted. For the next hour he continued to help you move the structures and even repaired some places himself that you couldn't quite reach or fit into, with you telling him how to repair parts of course.

You watched sun as he fixed a pole deeper into a structure. You admired how ready and willing he was to help and protect others. You admired slim physic and how he could bring joy to children, it was really something to behold. You always had a strange feeling when you were around sun, not a bad strange feeling, but a good one. Something about him just made your systems burn. “(Y/N)”.

You were snapped out of your thoughts. “Hm?” you answered, looking at what he was doing. “What am I supposed to do now?” he asks, looking at you with a strange, somehow endearing smile. “Oh! That's all repaired sun, i don't see anything else needing to be done there” you answered quickly. He made his way out of the tight structure. “What else is left?” you ask him. “Hmm, I think that was it!” he answers happily. Just then you both heard giggling.

Looking behind sun you saw the children. “Hey what are you guys doing here? I thought we told you to stay in the safe area” sun complained to them, worried for their safety. “We know, we just came here to break more stuff!” said one kid. “Shhh, you can't say that, we can get in trouble!” another kid said. “Wait what happened?” you asked angrily. They all froze seeing you angry and none of them spoke up. With a huff you looked at the first child to speak. “You have one minute and one minute only to explain to me what you meant or else”

At first they were shy, trying to avoid eye contact but with a quick intake of air they said. “Well we really like when you come here to play with us, and we like how sunny gets really happy when your here too, but you only come here to fix things before you have to leave again, so we thought that we could just take a lot of the nuts and bolts and have you come here to replace them and make sunny happy. we didn't know the play structure would fall onto the other one, honest.”

With a sigh you decide that it's not worth being mad at the children. You mood had increased with being around sunny so you didn't mind staying around him. “Children,” you began, they all looked up at you. “Since you are young and naive, I will forgive you for essentially tearing down a play structure” the children all harrayed and giggle. “However” they stopped “If you ever try to dismantle the daycare again, you will be banned from the pizza plex, do you all understand?” you said sternly. All the kids looked at you. “Well?” “yes ma’am” they finally answered.

“Now where are all the nuts and bolts you took off?” you asked the first child. They pointed to the security desk. “They are in the drawer near the door.” “alright, all of you, run along and play” you excused them, they did as you said. “Wow (Y/N), you would make a great parent,” Sun said with a bright smile. “So stern yet powerful” he continued as he followed you to the desk. “I wouldn't be able to handle it” you told him. “Children are-” you stopped to think for a moment. “A handful” you finished. “I don't know how you manage. '' You looked at sun as you reached into the drawer and grabbed a large bag of nuts and bolts.

“Well maybe one day if you're not busy you can hang around here all day with me and i could uh, teach ya” he said poking his two index fingers together. “Sounds like a plan, big guy” you answer him with a warm smile. “Really? Great! It's a date then” he says as he bounces off to continue working with the children. Being able to better socialize with children may be better for you, perhaps you could convince your higher ups to allow you a day off, with sunny.

[caitimetravels]

she’s insignificant

chapter 3: the dangers inside

the umbrella academy x reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

masterlist

y/n stared at the blue energy in the courtyard before deciding to join her siblings as they rushed to see what it was. as she ran down the stairs she caught sight of klaus holding a fire extinguisher.

"what are you doing?" she caught up with him.

"something" he shrugged, bursting out the door first. "out of the way!"

"thats not going to- klaus what the hell?" y/n went to stop him only to watch as he tried to extinguish the mass of energy. she shook her head in disbelief, stepping beside vanya.

klaus chucked the extinguisher when he realised it wouldn't work.

"what is that gonna do?" allison shouted over the loud noise. klaus threw his hands up.

"i don't know. do you have a better idea?" he stepped back in surprise as another flash came from the portal. luther pulled klaus back.

"everyone get behind me!" and in true sibling rivalry diego nodded, shielding vanya and y/n.

"yeah, get behind us!"

they watched, brows furrowing at the familiar figure that dropped to the ground. as they stepped closer the vortex disappeared.

"is that-?" y/n looked up at vanya, peeking around diego to see.

there, in a too large sized suit, stood their missing brother. he pushed himself to his feet taking in their appearance.

"does anyone else see little number five is that just me?" klaus questioned as they walked closer. the said boy stared down at himself in confusion before looking back at them.

"shit" he cursed.

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they all moved back into the kitchen, letting five do as he pleased while he explained what he needed to.

he placed a chopping board and knife on the table while the others stood at the other end. y/n stood off to the corner, not entirely comfortable with them after being accused of murder. "what's the date? the exact date"

five walked around, grabbing bread to make himself a sandwich. vanya answered, "the 24th"

"of what?" five pushed walking back over.

"march"

"good" he pulled out two pieces of bread, laying them on the chopping board.

"so, are we going to talk about what just happened?" luther raised an eyebrow, expectantly but five stayed silent. "its been 17 years!" luther stood, frustrated but five wasn't taking any of his bullshit.

"it's been a lot longer than that" the shorter boy walked towards him before blinking behind him to grab the marshmallows. luther sighed,

"i haven't missed that"

"where'd you go?" diego piped up, unfazed.

"the future" five sighed, "and it's shit by the way" he opened up the bag of marshmallows.

"called it!" klaus raised his finger.

"do you want one?" five looked up at y/n, referring to the sandwich, a soft gleam in his eyes. the others shared a look, of course he had only missed her. she gently shook her head with a small smile. "i should have listened to the old man" five walked to the fridge, pulling out a jar. "he knew. travelling through space is one thing, travelling through time is a toss of the dice"

he paused as he opened the peanut butter, looking up at them again before noticing klaus' attire. "nice dress"

"oh, danke" klaus twirled loose material around. allison rolled her eyes.

"how did you get back?"

"in the end i had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time" he continued making his sandwich like he hadn't just shocked them.

"that makes no sense" diego scoffed,

"well, it would if you were smarter" five shrugged, ignoring the way diego stood up to fight him. luther held him back.

"did you put a decimal point in the wrong spot?" y/n asked, surprising the others. she crossed her arms, thinking "it was probably a miscalculation in your proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree."

five paused, thinking it over before realising she was right. "it should have been 0.57" he mumbled.

"how long were you there?" luther changed the subject, obviously confused.

"45 years" five went back to his sandwich making. "give or take"

everyone sat back down in shock.

"so what are you saying? that you're 58?!" luther narrowed his eyes in disbelief. there was no way.

"no" five looked up, speaking through gritted teeth. "my consciousness is 58. apparently my body is now 16 again"

"how does that even work?" vanya croaked out, still shocked at the situation.

"delores kept saying the equations were off" five shrugged, stepping away and looking off into the distance as he took a bite of his sandwich. "bet she's laughing now"

"delores?" vanya asked. y/n froze, he had kept her? at the girl's movement, or lack thereof, allison looked over at her, raising her eyebrows.

y/n shook her head, waving it off.

five picked up the newspaper on the table, staring at the picture of their father.

"hm.. guess i missed the funeral"

"how'd you know about that?" luther questioned, defensive.

"what part of the future do you not understand?" five narrowed his eyes, slightly amused by his brothers incompetence. "heart failure, huh?"

"yeah-" diego started only to be cut off by luther.

"no" there was silence for a moment before a kitchen knife stabbed into the table beside luther's hand.

"if i had murderous intent, luther, you'd be the first on my list" y/n scoffed, walking out.

they all stared after her in shock.

"nice to see nothing's changed" five sighed before following her out.

"thats it?" allison asked, turning towards him as he walked. "thats all you have to say?"

"what else is there to say? circle of life" he called back.

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vanya walked up to five in the parlour where he stood staring at his painting.

"nice to know dad didn't forget me" five turned to her, "read your book by the way.. found it in the library that was still standing"

he started to walk around, noticing y/n sitting on the balcony above. she had her legs dangling through the bars, calmly reading a book. he turned back to vanya.

"thought it was pretty good, all things considered" he stared her down, "definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. sure that went over well"

"they hate me" vanya frowned,

"well there are worse things that can happen" five was obviously trying to cheer her up, in his own way.

"you mean like what happened to ben?" there was a pause, both thinking it over.

"was it bad?" five asked softly, he knew y/n was still listening. he heard the faint sound of a book shutting. he looked away as vanya nodded.

"y/n had a hard time dealing with it.. the worst of all of us. dad forbid her from going on missions after her reaction.."

"her reaction?" five turned back, eyebrows furrowing, this wasn't in vanya's book.

"she nearly tore our souls out.. she was devastated and couldn't control her emotions. dad said it helped her though, something about a new ability. he trained her alone from then, forcing her to find you" vanya shrugged, sighing, going silent.

"find me?" five pushed, "what do you mean find me?"

"she said she did.. did she not?" vanya looked surprised now.

"no, no she did.. just didn't stay long is all" five shook his head, frowning.

"yeah well, they stopped trying when she lied to dad"

"she lied?" five looked back up at where she was previously sitting but now she was gone, the only thing left behind was her book and a wisp of smoke.

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"ben.. i'm- i'm scared" eight sat cross legged in front of his statue. "my powers are getting stronger and i'm scared to hurt the others. i wish you were still here" she refused to cry no matter how much she wanted to. she couldn't let the same thing happen.

"i'm scared ben. what if i can't control it? what if hurt somebody? you're not here to help me and i-.. it hurts sometimes. dad doesn't understand, he never did but it hurts to suppress my emotions like he wants me to. we try so hard and he still never thinks we're enough.." she paused, pulling her knees up to her chest. "what if i am weak? what if he's right?"

unbeknownst to her ben's ghost sat beside her. "you're not weak" he shook his head, moving to look at her face. "you'll never be weak, you're so strong. please keep being strong for me" he pleaded with her as she continued to blame herself. he hated this. he hated not being there for her. he just wanted her to be okay.

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y/n walked beside five, standing under his umbrella with him. they didn't speak as they walked back out into the courtyard. the siblings all stood in line with luther in front of them, carrying their dad's ashes.

"did something happen?" grace looked at them all, smiling despite the occasion. they all looked up at her.

"dad died.." allison answered, confused. "remember?"

"oh, yes of course" grace nodded, expression turning more somber.

"is mom okay?" allison asked, now worried about how grace was acting.

"yeah, yeah she's fine" diego quickly defended, "she just needs to rest, you know, recharge" allison looked incredulous but dropped it nonetheless.

pogo stepped forwards, looking up at luther. "whenever you're ready, dear boy"

luther breathed out, opening the lid and dropping the ashes in a pitiful pile. they all frowned.

"probably would have been better with some wind" luther griped,

"does anyone wish to speak?" pogo ignored it, looking at the rest of them. everyone stayed silent, looking away. "very well.. in all regards, sir reginald hargreeves made me what i am today, for that alone i shall forever be in his debt. he was my master and my friend and i shall miss him very much.." he paused, "he leaves behind a complicated legacy-"

"he was a monster" diego cut off, still staring down at the ashes. klaus laughed. "he was bad person and a worse father. the world's better off without him-"

"diego" allison scolded, glaring at him in surprise.

"my name is number two. you know why?" he looked over at her. "because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names, he had mom do it"

"would anyone like something to eat?" grace asked, smiling again, unaware of what was happening.

"no, its okay mom" vanya denied, albeit confused.

"oh, okay"

"look, you wanna pay your respects" diego stepped out in front of them, "go head, but at least be honest about the kind of man he was" he looked at pogo now.

"you should stop talking now" luther warned, anger growing. diego glared at him for a moment before fully turning to face him.

"you know, you of all people should be on my side here, number one"

"i am warning you-" diego ignored him,

"after everything he did to you" y/n sighed, crossing her arms to her chest, fighting wasn't going to fix any of them. klaus and five shared a look. "he had to ship you a million miles away"

"diego stop talking-" luther tried again. diego was definitely hitting a nerve. he jabbed a finger into luther's chest.

"that's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" luther grabbed his arm and swung at his head. diego ducked. they begun fighting while everyone else backed away.

"boys! stop this at once!" pogo attempted to stop them, moving back despite this.

klaus held an arm out to shield five and y/n. the former slapped it away. they continued to fight, diego egging him on and landing several punches. klaus began to chant while vanya yelled at them to stop.

"klaus" y/n warned, gaining both his and five's attention. her eyes were turning black, she was struggling.

"y/n? are you okay?" five hadn't been there, he didn't know what she would do if she lost control. pogo walked away, not wanting to stay. klaus nervously watched y/n while the others watched luther and diego fight.

"i don't have time for this" five sighed, beginning to walk away, leaving y/n with klaus under his small pink umbrella.

that was when it happened. y/n froze as they knocked ben's statue.

"aw" klaus complained while allison glared at them.

"and there goes ben's statue"

"klaus?" y/n's voice scared them all. she sounded weak. she gripped his jacket, tightly. "klaus"

"what's wrong?" he looked down at her, watching as she fought her emotions. her eyes were turning black but she kept fighting it.

diego pulled out his knife and vanya's shouting at him to stop made it harder for y/n to calm herself. he threw it at luther, cutting his arm.

"klaus" she called again and he held her arm unsure of what to do. "i-i can't.. i can't-" she let out a pained whine as her eyes darkened, she was letting go. suddenly diego and luther let out shouts of pain.

"what's going on?!" allison watched them, confused and distraught. vanya quickly left their mother's side, pulling y/n into her.

"its okay, you're okay" vanya whispered to her, trying to calm her. "it can be fixed, you're okay, just relax. try to relax" listening to vanya's heartbeat she slowly calmed down, the blackness of her eyes seeping away and diego and luther straightened, no longer in pain.

y/n stared at them in shock and guilt before shaking her head and running inside. she locked herself in her room again. she was truly a demon.

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one by one the siblings left, y/n watched sadly as they all abandoned her again. she was always left alone, the family problems only got bigger when they got together. she sighed, maybe she was better off alone.

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y/n looked up from her book as she heard frantic footsteps around the mansion. peeking out her door she noticed vanya slowing down in front of five's room.

"oh thank god" she disappeared through his doorway but y/n could still hear her voice. "i was worried sick about you"

five had talked to vanya? why hadn't he come to her?

"sorry i left without saying goodbye" five's voice answered softly. what had he been doing? y/n quietly left her room to hear better. she wanted to be apart of her brother's plans too. she didn't want to be left out anymore.

"no, i'm the one that should be sorry. i was dismissive and i guess i didn't know how to process what you were saying.." vanya paused, "i still can't to be honest"

"maybe you were right to be dismissive" five huffed, that didn't sound like him at all? what was he really doing? "maybe it wasn't real after all.. it felt real. but well, like you said the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind"

well vanya referred him to a therapist y/n tried to sense the room. something else was going on. carefully using her power she felt another person.. klaus. when vanya walked out y/n quickly turned to smoke, gliding along the floor, past five who watched vanya leave. klaus pulled himself out of the closet.

"that's so touching, all that stuff about family and dad and time"

"will you shut up? she'll hear you" five warned him, walking back over.

"you're lying to vanya?" y/n appeared next to klaus, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"it's nothing you should worry about" five dismissed before looking klaus over again. "i thought i told you to put on something professional"

"what? this my nicest outfit" klaus gestured to it. y/n snorted when five scoffed.

"we'll raid the old man's closet"

"whatever, as long as i get paid" klaus shrugged, beginning to walk behind five.

"when the job is done" they stopped just above the stairs.

"so, where are we going?" she followed along, smiling innocently at five who raised an eyebrow at her.

"not we, just klaus and i" five shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"five" she frowned,

"y/n" he mocked.

"just let me come, please don't leave me in the dark. i just want to help you" she pleaded, she had missed him.

he thought it over before sighing, "fine" he turned to walk again but klaus stopped him.

"but just so we're clear on the finer details" he waved his hand around, talking over the plan. "i just got to go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"

"yeah, something like that" five agreed, exasperated.

"what's our cover story?" klaus continued, ignoring five's look of annoyance.

"what? what are you talking about?" five shared a confused look with y/n who shrugged.

"i mean was i young when i had you, like 16.. like young and terribly misguided" five agreed just to get him to stop but he didn't. "your mother, that slut, whoever she was, we met at.. the disco and you can be his sister"

"i am his sister?" y/n raised an eyebrow, but klaus only smiled, clicking his fingers.

"okay, remember that. oh my god the sex was amazing"

y/n scoffed, walking away first, five following. "what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain"

"don't make me put you in time out" klaus waved a finger at him.

as they walked out the door onto the street y/n paused.

"what's wrong, baby sis?" klaus asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "you're not backing out already?"

"no!" she quickly denied, looking up at him as she snapped out of her starstruck daze. "it's just.. i haven't left the house in 16 years.."

klaus and five shared a sorrowful look. what had happened to her?

tags: @rxses-and-reverie

[anon-e-miss]

Kintsugi - Welcome

When Jazz returned home from the studio, he had not expected to find Prowl in recharge, wrapped up in Punch’s arms. His originator was cradling his exhausted sparkmate like he might Sunstreaker or Sideswipe when they were ill, like he had cradled Jazz and Ricochet when they had been young. For a moment, Jazz feared Prowl had taken a turn and he did not know how he could explain to the Twins that their originator had died but he saw Prowl’s chevron, crimson red and felt indescribable relief. His legs felt like gel as he walked over and sat, careful and quiet as could be at Punch’s peds.

“How is he?” Jazz asked.

“Worn out,” Punch replied in a whisper. “Scared as can be. He’s sure y’ll tire o’em in his bitties.”

“How do I convince’m my glyphs good?” Jazz asked, spark aching. He knew Prowl was scared, had been scared. It was clear every time he looked into Prowl optics.

“Show’m,” Punch said. “Just keep showin’m.”

“I can move’m to the berth,” Jazz offered, Ori shook his helm.

“He’s fine where he is. If ya can get a blanket for’m? ‘N take care o’ dinner?”

“I got ya.”

He ordered chrome-alloy pie. Jazz put the order in and made sure to get Prowl’s favourite pie, as well as one the Twins like. His originator’s advice was spot on. Promises were hollow; Jazz had broken the biggest of them all when he had divorced Prowl. If he wanted Prowl to feel at home, to feel safe again then Jazz would need to show him and to keep showing him. Along with the pies, Jazz ordered Kremzeek and some crystals. It was not a splurge, not really. His signing bonus was nowhere close to tapped and he had plenty of gigs booked. Specifically, he had one booked at Swerve’s place. Would Prowl want to go? Prowl had been so humiliated seeing Swerve. Jazz imagined seeing everyone else would be that much worse.

It was his fault that Prowl felt like a pariah so fixing it was Jazz’s responsibility. How, was the question he was going to have to ruminate on. He had talked slag about Prowl to all of his friends and they had very much all taken his side. Jazz could imagine how they were going to react when he told them he and Prowl were back together and that he wanted to renew their legal bond. They were going to call him a fool. They were going to echo the exaggerations, the misunderstandings he had vented about; Jazz was already ready to tear at his plating. He hated the idea of them making Prowl more miserable than he already was.

“Chrome-alloy pies’ comin’ in,” Jazz said as he returned to the couch. “Figured I’d get’m his favourite comfort fuel.”

“Good plan,” Punch replied. “The Twins are playin’ wit Blue upstairs. Ya can fetch’em when dinner comes.”

“I don’t think I e’er seen’m recharge so deep,” Jazz said anxiously. He stroked Prowl leg gently. The Petrorat bite was already looking better.

“It’ll do’m good,” Punch replied.

Jazz left to fetch the Twins when the fuel was a couple of breams out. They were excited for the treated, excited to have had a visit with their friend. Bluestreak had not been around much of late, what his procreators had been up to with him was anyone’s guess. He was usually in the care of a nanny; Jazz had never actually met his procreators but sometimes the mechling just disappeared for a while, only to reappear again. It seemed like a rough life for a little sparkling but before Jazz got to criticizing another mech’s parenting, he reminded himself that he had thrown the originator of his creations out and… well… he was not in a good position to judge.

“Ori!” Sunstreaker raced into the habsuite and leapt onto the couch. Jazz saw Prowl jerk awake but rather than be angered, he watched the originator of his creations open up his arms and hug Sunstreaker to him.

“Did you have fun with Bluestreak?” Prowl asked, voice soft with a whisper of static from recharge. His optics were just a little glazed as he continued to wake up.

“Mhm,” Sunstreaker said. “Geni order chrome-alloy pie for dinner.”

“Did he?” Prowl asked as he looked over to Jazz.

“Maccadam’s,” he explained. “Got yer favourite.”

“Thank you,” Prowl replied. He looked up at Ori. “Punch… I am sorry, let me move so you can get up.”

“I didn’t mind, Prowl,” Punch replied as he helped Prowl get settle on the couch. Sideswipe clamoured up to join his twin in snuggling their originator. “Ya needed the rest.”

“Thank you,” Prowl said. “Did your meeting go well, Jazz?”

“Yep, hammered out a recording schedule,” Jazz replied. “How ya feelin’, Sweetspark?”

“Better,” Prowl said. Jazz was inclined to believe him. He looked better.

There was a buzz at the door and Punch stood up and walked to the door: “Gonna be the chrome-alloy pie… Oh… Swerve, what can we do for ya?”

“I brought a welcome basket for Prowl,” the diminutive Polyhexian explained. “His favourite snacks and fuel additives. Whirl added a couple of things… You know how he is.”

“Why don’t ya come in,” Punch said. “Prowl?”

“Swerve?” Prowl’s optics were bright with confusion as he took the gift basket from Swerve. “I do not understand.”

“It’s just a little somethin’,” Swerve replied, “to welcome you home.”

“Thank you,” Prowl said, he pulled a lupinoid on a string from the basket. “Has Whirl gotten into toy making?”

“Since we found out we’re expectin’,” Swerve replied. Jazz looked the other Polyhexian over and sure enough, he had a little bitty bump. “The way he’s goin’ we’ll have enough toys in the hab to fill a warehouse.”

“Congratulations,” Prowl said and Jazz echoed him. Swerve was glowing with happiness and Jazz felt a pang, wishing Prowl might recapture that same glow.

“Whirl’s a lucky mech,” he said. “Hope Blurr’s pickin’ up some more joors for ya.”

“Oh, we’re sorting it out,” Swerve said. “See, he has some races and you know how that goes.”

“I could help,” Prowl offered and Jazz swallowed the refusal as it rose in his throat. “Not with… well, labour but with the accounting and scheduling, if you need any help.”

“Jazz has a gig comin’ up,” Swerve said. “If y’re up to it, come along and we can see?”

“I do not know if I would be welcome,” Prowl replied.

“Ya are,” Jazz insisted. If helping Swerve for a couple of joors here and there, while Jazz was performing, made Prowl feel more settled then Jazz could not argue it. “‘N anyone who thinks different can go swim in a Smelter.”

[kimnjss]

how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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Stranger Things Series Rewrite; Season 1, Episode 8

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Stranger Things. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings for the whole series: Violence, Gore, Profanity, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Frightening Scenes

“Okay, so, in this example, we’re the acrobat.” Mike points as I hold up the drawing. “Will and Barbara, and that monster, they’re this flea.” 

“And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding,” I interject. 

Mike nods, glancing at me. “Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.” 

“A gate,” Dustin speaks up.

“That we tracked to Hawkins lab,” Lucas adds. 

“With our compasses,” Dustin finishes. 

Joyce, Nancy, and Jonathan glance at me, their eyes wide in confusion. 

“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field,” I start. “And that can change the directions of a compass needle.”

“Is this gate underground?” Hopper asks from his chair. 

“Yes.” El whispers. 

“Near a large water tank?” Hopper keeps his voice soft and steady, looking at the young girl. 

El nods. “Yes.” 

“How did you know all that?” Dustin asks. 

“He’s seen it,” Mike whispers. 

“Is there any way that you could…?” Joyce trails off. “That you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this--” 

“The Upside Down.” El glances at the older woman. 

“Down,” Joyce whispers. “Yeah.” 

“And my friend Barbara?” Nancy asks. “Can you find her too?” 

El nods, looking at the group. 

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I lean against the back of the couch, holding El against my side as Mike, Lucas, and Dustin peek out of the windows anxiously. 

Mike huffs, getting up and poking his head outside. “Nancy? Jonathan?” He shouts, walking outside to look around before returning after a moment. “They’re gone.” 

“What?” Lucas frowns. 

“Nancy and Jonathan. His car’s gone.” Mike mutters. 

“They’re probably just sucking face somewhere.” Dustin shrugs.

“Gross.” Lucas groans. 

“No.” Mike shakes his head. “No way!” 

“Did they go with the chief?” I ask. 

“I don’t know.” Mike sighs. 

“No.” El whispers. 

“What?” Mike frowns. “Did you see them? Do you know where they went?” 

“Yes.” El answers, glancing at me before looking back at Mike. 

“Where?” He questions. “Where did they go?” 

“Demogorgon.” El whispers. 

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“Guys, guys! This is crazy.” Mike sighs. “We can’t just wait around.” 

“Mike, in case you forgot, we’re still fugitives,” I mutter. “The bad men are still looking for us.” 

“Yeah, and we don’t even know where your sister is,” Dustin speaks up. 

“El can find them.” Mike shrugs. 

“Mike, look at her.” I frown, holding the young girl close to me. “I still think we should stick to the chief’s plan.” 

“Exactly.” Lucas nods. “We stay here, keep El out of sight, and keep her safe. That’s the most important thing, remember? Besides, she’s okay. She’s with Jonathan.” 

“Yeah, and she’s kind of a badass now, so…” Dustin shrugs, making his way to the kitchen. 

“Well, where are you going?” Mike frowns. “You said to stick to the plan.” 

“I am,” Dustin shouts over his shoulder. “I’m just gonna go get some chocolate pudding. Y/N always has it stocked for me.” 

“Are you being serious?” Mike shouts. 

“El needs to be recharged.” I shrug, looking at the younger boys. 

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“Found it!” Dustin shouts from the kitchen as the fridge door can be heard slamming against the cabinets as it opens. 

“D, you scratch my cupboards again and I’m locking you out of here permanently.” I huff. 

“Sorry, Y/N!” Dustin shouts back. “I’ll get them fixed.” 

I look up from my spot on the couch, seeing the dozens of headlights pulling up in front of the trailer. “Shit shit shit…. Boys, we gotta go!” I get up, helping El up off the couch. 

“How did they find us?” Lucas whispers, hurrying behind me as I climb out of one of the back windows on my trailer. 

“I don’t know but they knew we were in the gym.” Mike pants, helping El climb out. 

“Lando.” Dustin huffs. 

“Got ‘em!” An agent shouts, training a flashlight on us. 

“Go! Go go go!” I shove Dustin forward, handing him my keys. “Remember how I taught you to drive last summer?” 

He nods, clutching my keys. “Yeah, but Y/N… I…” 

“D, just go!” I whisper. “Just a couple blocks and I’ll meet you guys.” 

“What if they catch you?” Dustin whispers, backing towards the car. 

“Go to Eddie’s.” I quickly kiss his forehead. “Just… don’t tell him about all of this. But he’ll take care of you guys.” 

Dustin nods, pausing and throwing his arms around me in a tight hug. “Don’t let them catch you. I love you.” He whispers, pulling back and sprinting to the car with the others. 

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“Oh, god. Oh no no no no…” I whisper to myself, sprinting down the hill to the middle school, tripping over my own feet. 

The parking lot and school buildings are awash with red and blue lights from the ambulances and police cars crowded into the small space. 

I skid to a halt, watching as Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all meet their parents, hugging them tightly. 

I pant, resting my hands on my hips as I look around. I sigh, watching the families for a moment before I hear someone shout my name and feel a body slam into me. 

“Y/N!” Dustin screams, wrapping me in a tight bear hug. “I thought we lost you.” 

I let out the small sob trapped in my throat, dropping to my knees and pulling Dustin in as close as possible. “You know it would take a lot more than that to get rid of me, D,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Not when my boys need me.” 

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One month later

I hum, shaking the snow out of my hair as I make my way down the stairs. 

“Something is coming. Something angry.” I can hear Mike’s voice from the top of the stairs. “Hungry for your blood. It is almost here.” 

“What is it?” Will groans. 

“It’s the thessalhydra, I’m telling you,” Dustin smirks. 

 “It’s not the thessalhydra.” Lucas shakes his head. 

“The thessalhydra!” Mike shouts, slamming the figurine on the table. 

“Damn it.” Dustin groans. 

“It roars in anger!” Mike grins. “Will, your action!” 

“What should I do?” Will panics. 

“Fireball him!” Lucas shouts. 

“Fireball the son of a bitch.” Dustin grins, leaning forward. 

Will picks up the dice, rolling them eagerly. 

“Fourteen!” Dustin cheers as the other boys join in. 

“Direct hit.” Mike cheers. “Will the Wise’s fireball hits the thessalhydra.” 

“Great job, boys.” I smile, leaning against the wall. “You been playing games all day?” 

Dustin grins, starting to pack up his stuff. “Best day ever.” 

I smile, setting a large gift bag down. “I brought presents. But don’t open them until Christmas day.” I laugh, handing the presents to the eager boys. “Will, Lucas, you boys want rides home?” 

They nod, grabbing their things and hurrying upstairs with Dustin. 

“Merry Christmas, Mike,” I whisper, kissing his head and rubbing his back. “We’ll find El again. I promise.”

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I think it's safe to say we're all simps for Megatron at this point courtesy of your writing. I have returned to ask if I could get some more headcanons concerning Megatron and the Autobot minibot.

Hello dear anon, and thank you! Knowing that you’ve gotten others into a specific character/trope/fandom through your writing is the biggest compliment. I love being responsible for indoctrinating others into this villain-loving hellhole of mine. I'm going to expand more on their relationship for this one, some NSFW below the cut at the end. Here's part one of this for anyone who missed it. Enjoy!

Contrary to what might be popular belief, Megatron actually has a hard time holding in his emotions and is quite honest- because he never has to lie to his followers unless it’s part of some strategic, fucked up scheme of his. He’s always in power, always in control, always able to do basically whatever he wants without any real consequences.

But now there’s consequences, because terrorizing the Autobots has led to him meeting and falling in love with you. And he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Everyone around base notices he’s on edge. Shockwave and Soundwave only talk to each other for basic business matters, terrified to address Megatron, Lugnut’s praising gets more incessant and comforting than it should be, Swindle and Lockdown don’t try to contact him for any “deals”, and Starscream doesn’t dare go near him. 

Finally, Shockwave comes to him and says, “My liege, I hate to disturb you, but if something is bothering you... You have plenty of resources. Why not fix the issue instead of dwelling on it? It’s been a few cycles since we’ve made any substantial progress, and I’m growing quite concerned-”

Megatron doesn’t even let him finish, just stands up, pushes the poor con to the side and leaves- because dammit, Shockwave is right, this is hindering the Decepticon cause and needs to be fixed ASAP.

So, anger, love, infatuation, obsession, frustration, agitation and all, Megatron storms off to the Autobot base and somehow fenagles his way into your room through your thankfully large bay window. Of course, you wake up at the noise of a giant Decepticon in your room, jolting up in your berth and backing yourself up against the headboard, though Megatron just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest as he waits for you to collect yourself.

“M-Megatron!” You whisper, surprisingly, even though he was sure you would try to alert your team of his presence. “What are you doing here? The others are recharging, what if-”

“I don’t care. Come over here.”

Again, surprisingly, you listen to him and gulp before standing and walking over to him.

“You,” Megatron hisses at you and grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you into him with a glare. You’re too shocked to do anything, only staring. “What have you done to me?”

“W-What?” You only stutter at him, blushing, cute, harmless- he just wanted to yank you up and kiss your face and take you back to his base to make you his, because his stupid feelings were starting to drive him insane.

“Feel me,” Without any other words, Megatron sets you back down and grabs your servo, placing it on his chest plates- he can feel how hard his spark is beating inside of him, and he knows that you can feel it, too, based on how your optics widen at the touch. “This is your fault, and I demand you fix it, you filthy Autobot.”

“(y/n),” You murmur and use your spare servo to grab one of his, repeating the action from moments before and placing his servo on your chest. The beating of your spark matched his; fast, hard, intense, lovestruck. “If we’re going to do this, at least use my name.”

“This situation is quite perplexing for the both of us,” Megatron sighs as he realizes everything that’s happened. You’re on opposing sides, and you’ve fallen in love with each other, but can’t be together freely like a pair of Autobots or a pair of Decepticons or a pair of humans would be able to be. “But I can’t get rid of my longing for you, and I’m at my wits end. Won’t you have me, little Autobot- or, (y/n)?”

“How good are you at being quiet?” You stammer, an uncharacteristically mischievous edge to your voice. 

He quirks an optical ridge. “Why do you ask?”

“W-Well... My berth’s open for you, at least for a little bit.”

At that, he smirks. “Then I won’t make so much as a noise, so long as you do what I say and submit to me.”

After that night, in which the two of you make passionate love and separate after sharing intimate whispers in your berth for hours, you maintain a secret relationship; meeting when you can, trying to keep your dynamic appearing the same in public, and it’s not the best, but it works.

TBH, the Decepticons are just happy that Megatron isn’t so pissed off about it anymore.

[rivalry-trope-enjoyer]

Autumn Troupe x Reader: First Kiss PT. 2

Has: Omi x Reader, Sakyo x Reader

Omi

You and Omi have been dating for a while, and came to you tired as hell one day but he kept on denying it.

He definitely deserved a rest, and coming to you was like a recharge for him.

Knowing this you had surprised him with his favorite dinner.

Sure some of the ends of your dish were burnt, you accidentally scorched your hand a bit in the process, and there was too much salt and pepper here and there, but nonetheless, it took effort to make.

When he arrived he was in shock. At first at a loss of words realizing you put so much effort to him coming to your house that it definitely made his entire day.

“Y/N...?”

“Hi, Omi! So... dinner’s a little burnt, and there were some issues with the stove so I had to fix it up, a bit, the tables aren’t made and-“

He did not care how imperfect you made it sound, what mattered was that you were here with him and he quickly pulled you into a loving and tired embrace where he rested himself over your shoulder.

“...Omi?”

“...”

“I know the dish might not be to your standards but-“

“I love you...”

He sounded so drained yet genuine when uttering those words, he was just glad to have been in your presence.

Still keeping you in his arms he looks at you and gives you the softest, feather-light kiss on the forehead with his hand on your cheek.

“You’ve gotta be the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”

He knew his way to sweet talking, but you never thought it could get you this flustered.

He peppered kisses around your face, each kiss causing you to turn a shade redder than before.

However just moments away from kissing your lips, he takes a small pause to just admire you.

“Are you sure I can...?” He doesn’t finish his sentence before you break out in laughter.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” You smile at him, tip-toeing against his tall figure to reach for a nice kiss on the lips.

It was a nice, sweet kiss to share after the both of you were tired and worn out from a long day, all of a sudden bouncing with energy.

Of course, Omi worried sick about your hand once that happened and would not leave your side that night.

Sakyo

Angry.

He had been trying to ask you out for actual decades, but something had always seemed to get in his way, it was almost comical at this point.

Every time the two of your had time together, some chaos was always going on in the Mankai Dorms ranging from Banri’s and Juza’s never ending rivalry to Misumi literally evading the cops for stealing what he said was a “special triangle”.

He did enjoy spending time with you, but it was just never enough with the craziness that continued to go on.

No matter how hard he tried or what excuse he tried to come up with, nothing seemed to work to find the time to ask you.

Then again, he was honestly very emotionally dense. Didn’t know if when you were sad was the right time to pop the question, or when you were in the clouds and he was worried about pulling you down.

It was only when he had a chance to have a drink with Azuma that he was able to sort out his thoughts.

He went on rants about you, though trying to stay civilized under the influence, Azuma stayed and listened and wrote down advice for him to not forget later.

Of course, waking up in the morning, he had the worst headache and couldn’t make sense of Azuma’s writing.

He did the next best thing and freshened up in the bathroom to get rid of his headache, and went to get some fresh air only to find you sitting by the porch.

“Oh! Sakyo, you’re up early. Shouldn’t you get some rest? Azuma told me what happened when the two of you got home.”

He immediately looked around, mentally slapping himself to sober up as he peered at every window and inch of the dorms.

Not a single soul was awake. He couldn’t hear Itaru’s Game Over sound, Muku’s sniffling over shojo manga, Tsuzuru’s aggressive typing, none of it was heard.

He felt as if he was still dreaming, but frozen as he realized that he had no excuse when it came to telling you now.

He was fully aware, and at sunrise he held both of your hands and flashed a smile.

“For the longest time, you have no idea, for how long I’ve been trying to get to you.”

This man has been frustrated for what feels like centuries and has just been aching to tell you his feelings.

However when it came to the word, nothing would come out.

You began to listen intently but there were so many gaps full of silence it was difficult to see what he was going to portray, but boy did he look stressed and worried.

You tried to inch closer to him and took note of how he was acting. He had never been this much of a wreck in front of you, but now that he had the chance to try and express himself, you could only come to one conclusion.

“Hey, Sakyo?”

“And then so I- yeah?”

You continued to inch closer and put your hand on his shoulder.

“You’re free to yell at me if this goes wrong, or if I’m wrong, but there’s been something on my mind I need to get sorted out.”

“Y/N what are you-“

Right then as the sun had finally come up, you gave him a kiss on the lips.

Sakyo had pulled you in closer, his hand on the small of your back and begged in his mind for this moment to never end.

The endless pining and pain was now over for him, and for you as well.

However the moment the two of you heard a tiny gasp from the window coming from a certain triangle-lover, you knew that that was not the end for Sakyo’s bitterness at his ridiculous, ridiculous timing.

[fairyoftbz]

spring tenderness | l. sangyeon

🌱 word count: 2.1k 🌱 pairing: dad!sangyeon x mom!reader 🌱 genre: tooth-rotting fluff, dad!au, very domestic! au 🌱 tw: mention of food, past pregnancies and breastfeeding 🌱 synopsis: just a cosy morning where you spend some time with your husband and your two boys, Hyungseo and Youngjae. (yes i took kevin and eric’s korean names, don’t ask) 🌱 a/n: i’m not used to write this kind of au but it was so soft and domestic, i’m pretty sure that sangyeon will be a good dad one day 🥺🥺💖 i’m tagging @staywithmoon bc you wanted to read it and i can only thank you for that bub! <33

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You smiled when childish laughter erupted from the garden, the sound warming your heart at your son's joy. The curtains in the children's bedroom filtered the sunlight, generating a subdued and colourful atmosphere. Your son was in a deep sleep, his tiny shut fists resting delicately at the sides of his head, his pacifier moving to the rhythm of his breathing. With the back of your finger, you tenderly stroke his cheek, a joyful smile on your lips.

You sighed lightly, remembering your husband's reaction the day you announced the good news. When you first learned that you were going to be a mother, you weren't sure what to think. Sangyeon's potential bad reaction terrified you, having no idea how well he was going to take this news. The weight had come off your shoulders as he fell to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement, you knew you wanted to live this experience with your boyfriend by your side.

Three years have passed since that wonderful event, and it's safe to say you've never been happier. A beautiful, healthy little boy had joined your pair, and Sangyeon had become an overprotective father, always ready and prepared to take care of his son by relying on the many readings and Internet researches that he had completed during your pregnancy. While you were feeding your son or resting, he would transform into a man-of-all-work and help around the house. It took a huge weight off your shoulders, just like when he woke up instead of you to soothe your child who was struggling to sleep through the night, allowing you to sleep and recharge your batteries. Your husband made a great daddy and loved you and your son to death, showering you both with unconditional love.

You announced your second pregnancy on his birthday, a few weeks after returning from your honeymoon. You stumbled across a video in which a woman was giving her husband baby clothes for his birthday on social media, and you decided that it was a creative idea and did the same.

During all these years of living together and this new experience as parents, Sangyeon had decided that you were the one with whom he wanted to settle in and share his life, proposing to you two years after your son's birth. The preparation for this fabulous event had brought you together a lot, and your skills in relationship communication had evolved exponentially.

Here you are now in a life of four, living in a house with a dog and a garden, a place your oldest son loved almost more than his bedroom and his toys. He spent most of his time there when the weather was nice and warm, having fun playing soccer with his father. He also loved making angels when the snow was in abundance, the smile that radiated on his face filled you with the greatest happiness in the world.

Taking your new born son in your arms, you rocked him gently against you, feeling his warm body all wrapped up in his pyjamas against your chest. He struggled to open his eyes and let his dummy fall against his chest. He was so cute that you couldn't suppress a smile, your son returning almost instantly the second his eyes met yours. The big brown orbs he got from his father held a lot of love, and his little feet wriggled in excitement when you kissed his forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Your thumb stroked his cheek, and he continued to gaze at you in awe, your heart softening with tenderness as he let out a gurgle to answer. Gently fixing his position in your arms as his cheek rolled against your chest, his eyes still misted with sleep bored into yours as he slowly emerged from his slumber.

Opening the patio door to the balcony, you tightened your cardigan around yourself as a light wind blew, creating a slight chill in the comforting morning heat of late spring. Your eldest son was chasing a foam ball, your husband standing in front of the miniature goal that reached his thigh, purposefully missing the ball for your son to score.

"Goaaaaaaaal!" Your other son threw his little arms in the air and ran around the garden, your dog following him with his tail wagging. Sangyeon shrugged but smiled, amused by your son's attitude and enthusiasm. You smiled too from your spot on the balcony, gently cradling your other son in your arms. "Good job, Hyungseo!" Your husband looked around the living room for a short moment, looking for you, but he gave you a smile you couldn't imagine brighter when he noticed you up there, congratulating your son for his accomplishment, but the latter didn't hear you.

Once he finally stopped, breathless, Sangyeon walked over to him while chuckling, bending down to be at the same level with him. You watched your husband whisper something into your son's ear, who almost immediately looked up at you. You gave him a little wave with a smile, and he came running up, locating himself just below the balcony, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Mom! Hi Youngjae!" He moved his small hands from side to side, and you gave him a flying kiss, Sangyeon lifting him from behind to settle him on his shoulders. He laughed as he kept waving, sending him a playful wink in return as you couldn't reach him. 

Your husband grabbed Hyungseo's hands and started running around the garden, still with him on his shoulders, a crystal-clear laugh falling from their lips as they were brimming with energy already so early in the morning. You walked down to the garden, and they stopped when they saw you, Hyungseo touching the ground again. He ran to you as you sat in a lounge chair, watching his younger brother with attentive eyes.

"Are you going to feed him, Mommy?" He asked, and you nodded, making sure your new born was comfortably positioned in your arms. "Come on Hyungseo, let's go make some bread and jam, hm? Youngjae needs to be calm to eat. We can come back to them as soon as we prepared breakfast, okay?" Your husband explained to your child, whose face immediately lit up at the mention of food. “Yesssss!" Your son exclaimed and clapped his tiny hands, Sangyeon gently pushing him inside the house. You looked up smiling, closing your eyes for a quick second as he kissed your lips. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," his hand came to cradle your cheek, and you nodded, enjoying the tender gesture.He kissed your forehead before striding towards the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him.

You took the opportunity to breastfeed your son, who had his tiny hand resting against your chest, trying to cling onto his food source as your two other boys bustled about and laughed in the kitchen. Your thumb stroked his chubby cheek and you beamed, the tightness you felt in your breast from the milk not being able to compete with the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

"Here you go Mommy," your son's frail voice reached your ears again as your gaze stared into space for a brief moment out of exhaustion, your hand still against your child's face. Hyungseo was holding a tall glass of juice with his two hands, Sangyeon appearing again, balancing three plates in his hands. He put two on his side and one at the other end of the table where Hyungseo usually sat. You kissed your son on the forehead as a thank you and took a few sips, feeling the sweet, pulpy liquid run down your neck and quench your thirst.

"Breakfast served for the best mom in the world," he handed you a plate with two slices of toasted bread spread with butter and honey cut into small squares, smiling at the fact that he had thought about you and your health. "Thank you very much honey," he kissed the top of your head and watched for a few moments Youngjae in your arms as he suckled quietly, his finger caressing his tiny, plump arm. "He's just as handsome as his mother," Sangyeon muttered before looking up at you, a tender smile on his face. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, your heart going fuzzy at the notable sweetness and sincerity behind his words. 

Your husband sat down with Hyungseo and began to enjoy breakfast, chatting and exchanging looks with great affection. You had never been so complete, and you could only thank life for making your path cross with Sangyeon's. He gave you a wink and quickly wiped off the chocolate spread that decorated the corner of your son's mouth with his finger before bringing it to his own mouth, the latter asking a lot of questions about his little brother and his health. 

He was indeed going through the phase when curiosity was the only thing on his mind, your husband sometimes losing patience as your son wondered about anything and everything. Fortunately, he hadn't yet been amazed at how he and his little brother were created and brought into the world, but it won't be long in coming.

"Mommy! Are you coming to play with Daddy and me?" Hyungseo ran to the rocking chair in which you always fed Youngjae, your eldest child stroking his little brother's skull with his hand. "No Hyungseo, leave Mommy alone, she needs some rest. Nourishing a child can get pretty exhausting for your mother, but she will come and play soon," Sangyeon explained as he carried the plates to the kitchen, his body in the glass doorway. He nodded to his son to follow him, and he obeyed, a sad pout decorating his lips. "Honey, I'll come and play with you after I put Youngjae to bed for a nap, okay?" Sorrow left your son's eyes almost immediately, beaming as he heard his father call him from the kitchen. "Come on, go help Daddy with the dishes. Mommy promises to take care of you as soon as possible," he trotted back to your chair and pressed his lips on your cheek in a slobbery kiss before running to the kitchen. 

You chuckled through your nose when you heard Sangyeon scold him for running around barefoot before shifting your attention back to your son, who was looking at you with a lot of admiration in the eyes. Giving him a lovely smile, your thumb came to caress his cheek again, a wave of relief flooding your chest as he finally let go of your breast. After you burped him, you were about to go upstairs to change his diapers, but Sangyeon emerged from the kitchen right at the same time, smiling at the sight of you cradling your son on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it," he winked at you before taking his son from your arms and kissing him on the forehead, Hyungseo walking up to you to hug you, his little arms struggling to wrap themselves around your thighs. "Come on, Hyungseo, let's brush our teeth and then we'll play, okay?" He nodded, still leaning against you, and you took his hand, leading him to the second floor, following the same path your husband had taken a few seconds ago. 

Being the big boy he wanted to be and in a hurry to get back to playing with his foam ball, your oldest awkwardly brushed his teeth on his own, putting toothpaste all over his face and fingers. You lowered yourself to his level and showed him the right movements he needed to do to brush his teeth properly. Sangyeon was in the corner of the room, a smile on his lips as he changed your son's diapers, moved by the attention you paid to your children's education. He gently wiped Youngjae clean and tickled his belly once he was done clipping the press studs of his bodysuit, your son immediately giggling at his father.

"Everything's good, you can go back to play, but don't run down the stairs," you ruffled your son's hair with a tender hand, Hyungseo dashing outside the bathroom. You were about to raise your voice, but you listened to him go down the stairs one by one with a content smile, satisfied that he obeyed you. "Thank you," you mumbled, wanting to take your son off the baby-changing table, but Sangyeon was quicker.

"You already carry him all day, let me relieved your back and take care of him," you rested his head on his shoulder as he hugged your son, feeling a hand cling to your cheek, making you laugh as Youngjae also wanted to participate in this moment of tenderness. "Come on, let's go downstairs before our other one gets all jealous," you chuckled before kissing your son then husband, letting him grab some sunglasses and a little hat for your son. 

Grazing the railing with your fingertips, you sighed with ease, feeling loved and cared for by the three men who lived in your house. You used to have many doubts and insecurities about motherhood, but your husband's help and support had erased them all. You were happy to be a mom, and nothing could change that.