#not to be dramatic but i’d frame that shit

[poeticsapphicism]

if this photo really existed in the barbieverse barbie and gloria would 100% use it as their family christmas card trust me on this

[daisynik7]

[M4F] Husband Catches You Listening to Audio P*rn, Teaches You a Lesson [Soft Mdom] [Established Relationship] [Mild Degradation] [Praise] [Overstimulation] [Multiple Orgasms] [Creampie]

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

cw: established relationship, p*rn no plot, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), sex toys, mutual masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, sex without a condom, creampie, overstimulation, soft dom!Nanami, breeding kink, mild degradation (use of slut and whore), praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pet names (honey, sweetie, sweetheart, princess, baby)

Summary: Nanami comes home early from his business trip and catches you doing something naughty in your bedroom. Author’s Note: Inspired by all the audio porn VAs that I listen to! Special shoutout to @mrsackermannx for raving about AugustInTheWinter with me. If you have not listened to him yet, PLEASE check him out, he’s incredible. Also, I’m clearly very delulu for Nanami currently, considering this is the third piece I’ve written for him within a week, but hey, this is my outlet! So I hope you enjoy! MDNI divider created by @/cafekitsune. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

Your skin is sweltering against the sheets, sweat damp on your forehead and neck. Thighs are apart, vibrator buzzing on your clit, sleek with lube and arousal. You’re home alone; Nanami doesn’t return until tomorrow morning. Still, the thought of the audio porn playing on speaker makes you shy, so you have both earbuds in, listening to the sultry tones of your favorite voice actor moaning expletives directly into your ear. Such a good girl, oh fuck. You feel so good, sweetheart. Take that cock for me. You are so fucking tight, holy shit. The added sound effects of thwapping and wet squelches in the background immerse you into a state of erotic bliss, gushing for the second time tonight from the sensation of the toy pulsing on your throbbing bud.

“What do we have here?”

You jolt up when you hear your husband’s voice from the doorway, startled to see him standing there, leaning against the frame with a serious look on his face. His spectacles are on, covering his eyes, which you can tell are boring into you in this lewd position. 

Popping your headphones off, you hide the vibrator under the pillow, as if he hasn’t already caught you red-handed. Closing your legs, you bat your eyelashes, feigning an innocent expression. “Honey! What are you doing here?” More heat rushes into your cheeks, scorching hot from your recent orgasm and current embarrassment.  

He steps forward, sitting at the far edge of the bed, avoiding your gaze by staring at the floor, acting disappointed. “I managed to catch an earlier flight. Wanted to surprise you.” Dramatic, he turns to face you, eyes narrowed through his tinted lenses. “It appears that I am the one being surprised.” 

Biting your lip to hold back your laughter, you crawl towards him, naked from the waist down, your panties discarded on the floor near his feet. He’s not actually upset; having been together long enough and in tune with each other’s emotions, you can tell that he isn’t seriously mad at you. This is a role he indulges in occasionally: stoic, strict husband with a mean streak when things don’t go his way. And you know exactly where this will lead to, so naturally, you play along. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t think you would be coming home tonight. I just thought I’d have a little bit of fun.” You massage his shoulders, nuzzling your face to his nape, giving him a loud smooch. 

He shifts around in the bed, confronting you. “What were you listening to?” There’s legitimate curiosity in his voice, and now genuine guilt builds in your chest upon his question. 

You swallow hard, anxious to admit the truth, too ashamed to lie to him. “Um, I was listening to porn. Audio porn.”

He raises a brow at you, confused. Then, he says, “Let me hear it.”

Reluctantly, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, resuming from where you paused. Wet slaps blare through the speaker, then a man’s voice, moaning, “Ah fuck, let me hear you. Let me hear you moan on my cock. Let me hear you take this cock. Yeah, like that baby, take it just like that.” 

You bury your head in your hands, absolutely mortified as the pornographic dialogue continues. The audio comes to a halt when Nanami stops it, silently tapping at the screen. You’re still hiding in disgrace, squeezing your legs together tightly to conceal the evidence of your supposed sin. The tension is palpable, with neither of you speaking or making any sudden movements. You’re dying to know what he’s thinking, simultaneously terrified of his judgement. 

He clears his throat; you peek through your fingers to catch him loosening his tie around his collar, removing the glasses from his face. He’s blushing, brows tight with contemplation. “Did you come to this?” he asks, almost breathless. 

You lower your hands, fisting them into the sheets beneath you, nodding. Anticipating. 

“Show me,” he demands, eyes at your lap. Too eagerly do you spread your legs, displaying your sopping cunt to him, staring at his lips part slightly, a barely audible growl resounding within his throat. Your uneasiness gradually slips into arousal, aching to be touched, even punished, by your formidable husband. He bows, licking his mouth, inspecting you like prey he’s about to devour. Flicking his eyes to yours, he mutters, “You’re a dirty slut for listening to this filth. Have you no shame?” He kneels before you, unbuttoning his dress shirt, exposing the white tee underneath. Chiseled chest and abs carved into the fabric like fucking marble. 

Losing composure, you blurt out, “No shame, absolutely none. I’m fucking filthy.” Your pussy aches, toes clenched, thrilled. 

“I can’t stand you listening to another man’s voice while you get off. It makes me sick thinking about it. Makes my blood fucking boil.” His tone is menacing in way that titillates every inch of your skin, has you shuddering from the low growl at the end of each sentence. 

“Are you going to punish me?” you goad, saliva collecting on your tongue, heavy with lust.

“I can think of something better.” Reaching for your phone, he navigates through it, finding your voice recorder app. He taps on the big red button, setting it beside you. “From now on, you only come to my voice. Got it?”

You swallow hard, almost chocking on your spit when you respond, “Yes. Yes, baby.”

He grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he cups your cheek tenderly. “Good girl.” His thumb traces the outline of your parted lips, your mouth inviting him in. But he doesn’t, leaning back on his wrists, observing you with the obvious bulge protruding from his slacks. “Get that vibrator. Show me how you do it.”

Obeying, you search for it under the pillow, retrieving it to rub the tip up and down your folds, finger on the trigger. “There you go,” he encourages, a cocky smirk on his face, slowly unbuckling the belt around his waist, sliding it from the loops and tossing it aside. “Tease it a little before you turn it on. Make sure it’s exactly where you want it.” 

You tap the toy on your swollen bud, already sensitive from your earlier climax. You meet his gaze, waiting for a signal. He slides out of his pants and briefs, revealing his erection sprung against his belly. Before he does anything else, he grabs your phone and sets it on the bed between you. Palming his length, he grins. “Go ahead.” 

What a fucking menace he can be.

Pushing the button, the vibrator immediately pulsates on you, causing you to twitch from the intense sensation. He watches, fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking himself, thumb grazing the slit. “Look at you. My gorgeous girl,” he purrs. “My perfect angel with the prettiest pussy. Can’t wait to stretch you open with this cock. Bury myself deep inside you. Fill you up with my cum.”

“Fuck, Kento,” you whimper, pressing the fluttering tip firmer, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead. You’ve always loved his hands; how pristine they are with his knuckles tight on his skin. Large, strong, then rough on the pads of his fingers from hard work and constant use. They’re even prettier in a fist surrounding his cock, wrist jerking hastily, precum glistening at the tip. Your entire focus is on him touching himself while he watches you do the same, the toy’s low hum enhanced when it’s snugly nestled to your clit. 

“You like it when I talk nasty to you, huh?” he huffs, readjusting himself nearer to you. He’s so close, you can practically feel the tip of his cock at your quivering pussy. “Is it better than listening to your ridiculous pornography?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whine, jutting your hips out, attempting to close the gap. 

“Unlike them, I can actually touch you,” he muses, his tip teasing your entrance. “I can do whatever I want, whatever you want. They don’t get to fuck this sweet cunt like I get to. They don’t get to taste you the way I do.” 

Suddenly, he grabs the vibrator from your grasp, shutting it off and setting it back under the pillow. He shifts down the bed, positioning his head between your thighs, diving in tongue first onto your puffy clit. Pleasure resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, covering your bud in his frothy spit. It’s sloppy, salacious, straight up nasty. After only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your third orgasm of the night, more powerful than the first two combined when you were alone. 

You’d be a fool to expect him to let up after coming once with him; still, it shocks you when he doesn’t stop. He latches to you harder, suckling on your sensitive clit until it’s plump between his glossy lips and you’re crying out, “Too much!” overstimulated and spasming above him. Sometimes, when he’s in one of these moods, he forgets his own virility, always so keen on making you orgasm multiple times in one go. Tonight, he forgets that you had already been prepping yourself since earlier. With a gentle kiss, he relents, indulging in his work by running his tongue along your gushing pussy, drinking up your cum. He reaches for his cock, stiff between his stomach and the bedsheets under him. On his knees, he returns to his spot from earlier, stroking his cock with the tip just barely in your entrance. 

You’re absolutely spent, but you yearn for him inside you, desperate to be filled with his load. “Come in me, baby,” you beg, gripping his wrist to pull him closer. “Fuck me.” 

He lets out a disapproving tsk, shaking his head. “Not yet, princess. You have to be patient. We’re just getting started,” he smirks, stroking himself faster. “Are you just so fucking needy for my cum?” You nod erratically, tempted to thrust yourself onto him. 

“Then beg for it,” he orders, sliding his cock the slightest bit further inside you. “Convince me that you deserve it.”

Understanding what he wants, you retrieve your little toy again, rubbing small circles with it on your bud, smearing whatever is left of your orgasm around it. “Please, Kento. Please. I need it. I need it.”

The sight of you like this has him dangling on the very edge, so close to climax. “Turn it on,” he demands. You do, the buzz electrifying all the nerves in your body yet again. You chant his name over and over until he shoots insides you, spurts of opaque cum flooding your pussy. “Yes, yes. Good girl. Take that fucking cum. Take all of it. Fuck.” His voice is hushed, breathy and trembling from the high. 

You stop the vibrator, tossing it to the floor carelessly. Nanami crawls next to you, cradling you in his arms. With a kiss to your forehead, he whispers, “Are you okay?” 

You smile, turning to face him, nuzzling his chest. “Of course.”

He caresses your face, trailing down your body to rest his hand at your waist. He glances at your phone beside you. “We’re still recording, you know.”

You giggle. “And…?”

He kisses you softly, tongue flitting past your lips, guiding you flat on your back, spreading your legs apart. “I’m not done with you yet.” His hand glides to your loins, toying with your swollen clit before teasing your entrance, brimming with his creampie. “Can you still take it, sweetheart?”

You nod, breath hitching, cuddling closer to him. Smiling sweetly at you, he eases a finger in, cum overflowing your pussy and trickling out from your slit. He slides in another easily, stretching you open, a whine escaping you. His mouth is hot on your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Me finger fucking my cum deeper inside you. Taking it like an obedient whore.” He picks up the pace, your cunt clenching his digits. “I’m going to get you pregnant tonight. Breed you, make you mine. You want that, sweetie?” His fingers writhe inside you, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly until you’re tight around him, ready for another orgasm. At this point, you’ve stopped keeping count, lost in a sex-fueled craze instigated by your husband. 

“Yes, Kento. Give it to me. I want it. I want it so bad.” You notice he’s hard again, his erection stiffening against your leg. Reaching for him, you rub your hand on his length, feeling it twitch from your touch.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling out from you. He sits up, back to the headboard, beckoning. “Get on my lap. Hurry,” he urges, hoisting you towards him. You straddle him, guiding his cock to your entrance. “Sink down on it. There we go,” he instructs, eyes wide, desperation etched in his tone. He needs this just as much as you do, and it drives you wild. You follow his command, lowering yourself onto him, his dick sliding in smoothly, bottoming out. “That’s my good girl. Fuck. You’re so good to me. So fucking good to me.”

You start riding him the way he likes, your ass slapping loudly on his thighs. He’s moaning endlessly, throwing in the occasional fuck and pet name as he grips your hips, bouncing you on his cock. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep steady, holding him tightly. “Want your cum,” you manage to utter, enraptured in the scorching pleasure he surrounds you in. 

He's fucking up into you, feet planted at the end of the bed. The mattress creaks with every thrust of his cock. In a huffy breath, he says, “Milk it out of me, honey. Milk me fucking dry. You can do it sweetheart; I know you can.” The praise encourages you to ride him faster, rougher, your bodies in tandem, springing on the bed, moaning into each other’s mouth with a passionate kiss. 

Soon, he pulsates inside you, stuffing you even fuller with his cum. You climax once more, gripping his cock with your fluttering pussy. He cradles you in a cozy embrace, catching his breath, nuzzling his nose to your chest. You giggle, running you fingers through his hair, smooching the top of his head. “You okay?” you ask, wiping the perspiration from his forehead.

He nods, exhaling deeply. “Just let me hold you. Need to calm down.”

You laugh, amused by his current state of post-coital euphoria. Fetching the phone teetering precariously at the edge of the bed now, you tap on the red button to stop the recording. Seeing this, he mentions, “You know I don’t actually mind you listening to that kind of stuff, right?” 

You smile, noticing the guilt in his voice, massaging his back. “I know, honey. I know you don’t.”

He squeezes you, taking a deep breath. “Okay, good. Just want to make that clear.”

You cup his cheek, thumb caressing the stress lines along his face, gradually relaxing to your touch. “If it makes you feel any better, I’d much rather listen to this than some stranger on the Internet.”

Chuckling, he replies. “Maybe it makes me feel a little bit better.” He snuggles closer to you, hugging you tight, reluctant to let you go. Eventually, the two of you slip beneath the covers, getting comfortable with Nanami spooning you from behind.  

You glance at the screen, showing the several minute long recording and the play button adjacent to it, ready to be tapped. “So,” you start, craning your neck to smirk at him. “Should we give it a listen?”

He returns your grin, shifting beside you, cock growing hard between your ass cheeks. “Absolutely.”

[angel-sweets666]

how t some of the bakusquad boys initiate 👀

Bakugo katsuki x reader, eijiro kirishima x reader, Denki kaminari x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, more sexual stuff. No real sex tho Dw reader is mentioned to have a pussy but that’s the one gender mention

sorry I didn’t write sero I don’t have a good idea on his character

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

ALL AGED UP TO 18 AND IN 3RD YEAR

Katsuki bakugo

Bakugo either starts off subtly or straight up, no In between. He’s especially rough when he’s had a bad day

you roll over onto your side, typing to Mina about drama from class 3B (1B)When bakugo bursts open the door and slams it closed, practically making the door frame shake. “Had a bad day?” You asked him, still distracted on your phone and tapping away. Bakugo lets out a groan “I FUCKING-“ “inside voice.” You interrupted “I had a fucking ass day.” He still yelled as he threw his hero shirt and mask onto the floor, stomping over to you in bed. You peered over your shoulder and looked him up and down, noticing how dirty his boots are “bakugo take your boots off! Your filthy!!” You sat up and looked him up and down again. the blonde rolls his eyes and takes off his black and orange dirt stained boots, chucking them to the door. “There, better?” He grumbled, climbing into bed with you. “Yeah.. that’s better” you said as you rolled onto your back, bakugo sat up and pulled your legs apart and laying down on your chest. You could feel his length begin to grow harder and harder underneath you, he sat up and slowly began to rock his hips against yours. “shit- can we fuck?”

eijiro kirishima

sweet boy asks, and he’s so polite about it too! He wants to be a chivalrous hero and a great boyfriend in general to you. So of course he asks so politely:(((

you were washing some dishes in the common room, you and tsu had some noodles for lunch and you were just cleaning up the bowls from the food. Humming and dancing to yourself, kirishima watched from afar. You looked so pretty when you were happy like that, how could he not wanna fuck you? As you put away the last fork you suddenly felt a pair of very strong and solid arms wrap around you “hi baby!” You giggle and kiss his cheek, kirishima gives you a toothy grin and kisses your neck gently “hey sweetheart.. you look so pretty today” he tells you as he rubs your size “you wouldn’t possibly be in the mood would you?” He asks with his cheeks turning red “are you asking for sex?” You grinned to him and he nodded “yeah alright baby cmon”

Denki kaminari

My bro begs, like HE BEGS And not in a cute little submissive way I’m talking like really annoying “PLEASEEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE” while on his knees shuffling around to follow you

You were busy trying to clean out your dorm, preparing for graduation in the next few weeks. The task was already challenging, but it became nearly impossible with an electric blonde following you around on his knees, begging for you to let him fuck you

“PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, ILL BE QUICK!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore him as you sorted through a pile of textbooks. "Denki, I really need to get this done. Graduation is right around the corner, and I can't leave my dorm looking like a disaster zone." He shuffled closer, still on his knees, and clasped his hands together dramatically. "But I need you more than your dorm does!” You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow “oh really?” You leaned your weight to one hip, Denki rolled his eyes then stood up, mild carpet burn on his knees from following you around “BRO YES? YOUVE GOT LIKE, A 10/10 PU-” “ DONT DAY THAT SO LOUD!” You covered his mouth then sighed “you know what… I could use the break” denkis face lit up “so… I can fuck you?” He asked with his face practically glowing as you nodded

I said I’d tag u next time I wrote for Denki kaminari so here! I hope it was as accurate as last time @b0o0o

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … billie takes care of you when you’ve come down with the flu

꩜ … billie absolutely hated when you were sick. she hated seeing you in pain regardless but especially when she couldn’t do anything about it.

she knows she might be a bit dramatic when things like this happen but she wishes she could just take the pain away from you.

as soon as billie got home she saw you laid on the couch looking miserable. you were buried under all kinds of blankets that looked as if they swallowed you whole.

your usually vibrant happy eyes were dull, framed with dark circles because of your lack of sleep. and your cheeks were flushed undoubtedly because of a fever.

billie frowned watching how you shivered. even under all those blankets. she closed the door and immediately went your way. “baby.” she said with worry.

“i’m fine.” you mumbled, clearly not fine.

billie shook her head. “mm mm, no. you’re sick as fuck. have you eaten? i’m going to make you soup.” she quickly stated not waiting for your answer.

you didn’t have the energy to reply just closing your eyes.

about ten minutes later you heard her footsteps get closer. “c’mon, i have your soup baby.” you groaned again not having an appetite for anything. billie tutted, “yn you have to eat at least a few bites okay? i’ll feed you.”

you let out a breath as you sighed reluctantly scooting back onto the side of the sofa so you could eat comfortably. she spoon fed you smiling down at how beautiful you looked even if you felt like shit.

as soon as you felt full you refused to take anymore bites. “c’mon just one more bite.” billie held the spoon to your lips.

you shook your head looking away and grimacing. “i can’t. i’m full.” you choked out hoarsely wrinkling your nose.

“you’ve only had three bites baby. that’s not a full meal that’s just a snack.” she raised her brow. “barely even a snack actually.”

you huffed opening your mouth letting her spoon feed you once more before you reluctantly swallowed it. “there. happy?” you laid back down where you previously were — very dramatically.

she narrowed her eyes at your tone. “ecstatic.” she teased with a smile setting the bowl aside. she then reached for a cold wash cloth from a bowl of ice that she decided on using on you and placed it on your forehead.

you let out a sigh of relief. “you’re too good to me.”

billie’s eyes softened as she moved some hair out of your face. “i’d do anything for you baby, you know that right?” she caressed your cheek while pressing the cloth a little further onto you before flipping it over.

your gaze softened on billie sighing in contentment. “you’re making me fall in love with you all over again.”

she giggled. “i’m glad, that’s the goal.” she playfully winked at you before sucking on her teeth. “now no more arguing or resenting my help. you need your rest.”

you rolled your eyes teasingly. “you’re impossible.”

“you love me.” she stated, her tone warm and soft.

“i do.” you laughed then groaned at the aches in your body. you closed your eyes briefly feeling the flush in your face. as you started to open your eyes again you noticed billie closer toward you. “uh uh! no kissing. i don’t wanna get you sick.” you tried to push her away.

“worth the risk.” she shrugged still leaning forward. “c’mon…think you can resist me?” she raised her brows.

“billie…” you said in a warning tone but you couldn’t take it. her pretty face leaned in further causing you to fold in her sight. you sighed guiltily before puckering up as she connected your lips in a small but chaste kiss.

it happened quickly but left a lingering feeling on you.

as billie pulled away she grinned cheekily. “see? i’m not sick. practically invincible.” she shrugged smugly.

“you’re so cute.” you couldn’t help but say, hiding your face in your blanket feeling shy around her. “and smug.” you mentioned lastly with a whisper.

she laughed, “can you blame me?”

you lifted the blanket off your face narrowing your eyes at her. she licked her bottom lip before speaking. “okay now get some rest before i kiss you again.”

you smiled before turning over on your side toward her and closed your eyes. you felt her hand on you placing a newly soaked cloth on your forehead before kissing the side of your head. “i love you.” she whispered.

© slxtarchive

[satellite-evans]

Coffee Shop Sweetheart

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Summary: having a coffee date with Charles <3

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: fluff

A/N:

I am not quite familiar with Charles but I tried my best lol

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

The café buzzed with soft morning energy. The hiss of the espresso machine, the faint clinking of cups, and the soothing jazz drifting through the air. You stepped up to the counter, glancing briefly at the menu even though you already knew what you wanted.

The barista greeted you with a cheery smile, her colorful bandana adding a pop of vibrancy to the cozy atmosphere. “Hi there! Welcome to our coffee shop. What can I get started for you today?”

“Hi,” you replied, smiling back. “I’ll have a caramel latte, medium, please.”

“Anything to eat?”

You looked at the display of pastries before nodding. “A croissant, please. But, uh… could you make sure it’s nice and flaky? No soggy ones today,” you added with a playful grimace.

The barista laughed. “Got it. Flaky croissant, no soggy surprises. Anything else?”

“That’s all,” you said, reaching into your bag for your wallet.

The barista handed you the receipt with a wink. “Coming right up!”

As you moved to wait by the pickup counter, you glanced at your phone. Charles had texted you an hour ago, insisting you meet him here, his favorite café that served the best coffee, in his opinion. Now, as the minutes ticked by, you couldn’t help but wonder where he was.

Just as you were about to text him, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

“Demanding as always, I see.”

You turned, and there he was. Charles stood by the door, leaning casually against the frame with his trademark lopsided grin. His black t-shirt clung to him perfectly, and his messy brown hair looked effortlessly tousled, as though he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Charles,” you said, raising an eyebrow, though your lips twitched into a smile. “You’re late.”

“Late?” he said, stepping closer. “Non, ma chérie, I’m fashionably on time, thank you very much.” He gestured toward you dramatically, his green eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You’re so full of it,” you shot back, folding your arms. “What’s your excuse this time?”

He scratched the back of his neck, feigning guilt. “Fine. I may have gotten… distracted.”

“Distracted by what?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “By how good I looked in the mirror this morning. I couldn’t leave until I was absolutely certain I’d perfected this.” He waved a hand down himself with a playful flourish.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of you. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”

“And yet,” he said, stepping even closer, “you adore me.”

Before you could respond, the barista chimed in from behind the counter. “Hi! What can I get for you?”

Charles turned his charm to her, his grin widening. “An espresso, please. And I’ll take care of hers too,” he added, nodding toward you.

You started to protest. “Charles, you don’t have to—”

He held up a hand, silencing you with a smug smile. “I insist. Consider it my apology for keeping you waiting.”

The barista handed back his card with a knowing smile. “You two are adorable,” she said as she went to prepare the drinks.

“Merci,” Charles replied smoothly, turning back to you with a wink.

When the drinks and your croissant arrived, Charles was quick to grab your latte, taking a long sip before you could stop him.

“Charles!” you exclaimed, trying to snatch it back.

He grinned, holding it just out of your reach. “I needed to make sure it was safe for you.”

“Safe?”

“Yes,” he said, finally handing it over. “I had to make sure that there was not poison in it.”

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself.

As the two of you settled into a table by the window, Charles slid onto the bench beside you instead of sitting across, his knee brushing against yours.

“Do you mind?” you asked, giving him a pointed look.

“Not at all,” he said breezily, leaning closer. “I want to be near you.”

“Charles, we’re in public,” you murmured, trying to sound exasperated but failing miserably when he reached up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“And?” he replied, his fingers lingering in your hair. “Public or not, I want to remind you how lucky I am to have you.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the tenderness in his expression. “You’re really laying it on thick today, aren’t you?”

He smiled, shrugging as he began absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair. “Maybe. Or maybe I just can’t help it when you look like this.”

“Like what?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Like the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he said simply, his green eyes locking onto yours.

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his tone, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.

Charles tilted his head slightly, studying you with that mischievous glint in his eye. “Would it be inappropriate if I kissed you right now?”

“Charles,” you hissed, glancing around.

“What? No one’s watching,” he whispered, leaning closer.

“Except the barista, the other customers…”

He smirked, brushing his lips lightly against your temple before moving to whisper in your ear. “Then I’ll just have to be sneaky.”

Before you could protest, he cupped your cheek gently and pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips. It was quick, but enough to leave your skin tingling.

“Charles!” you whispered, your cheeks burning.

He pulled back, utterly pleased with himself. “That was worth it,” he said softly, his voice low and filled with warmth.

As you settled back into your seat, trying to recover from his antics, Charles leaned closer again. This time, his voice was barely audible over the café noise. “Meet me in the bathroom.”

Your eyes widened, and you shot him a scandalized look. “Have you actually lost your mind?”

He grinned, leaning back nonchalantly. “Can you blame me? You look this good, and I’m supposed to just sit here like nothing’s happening?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off, tilting his head playfully. “C’mon, give me another kiss, at least.”

“You need to stop,” you whispered, glancing around.

He leaned in, his expression softening. “Just one. Please? I promise I’ll behave after.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t resist the puppy-dog look in his eyes. Quickly, you leaned in to brush your lips against his.

The grin that spread across his face was one of pure satisfaction. “Merci, mon amour,” he murmured, pulling you closer to his side.

“You’re a horny teenager, that's what you are,” you said, shaking your head with a smile.

“And you’re perfect,” he replied, his voice full of affection.

For the rest of the morning, Charles remained glued to your side. And though his antics left your cheeks burning more than once, you couldn’t help but love every second of it.

[dreamermonica]

“how much do you love me?”

in which you question the extent of their love out of the blue.

—includes itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, barou shouei

—gender neutral reader, isagi is the only normal one AGAIN, trigger warning for kais*r himself, established relationships, fluff, crack, nagi’s got a bit too real for a sec, some swearing, yeah this is reminiscent of my most popular post on genshinblr what abt it😤

SAE surprisingly ponders your question. years of your random questions getting ignored has its effects, and it is definitely the reason you're now staring at him like a madman, ready to catch his response in an instant. oh my, you think your heart isn't ready for this. what could your lovely and handsome boyfriend say that'll effectively swoop you off your fee—

“as much as one would love a rock, i guess.”

you whine as you throw your head back in frustration, sliding off the couch dramatically, earning him a scoff. “so mean! and unromantic too! pick a disability, not multiple!”

“well, you're as dumb as a rock. can't have too much in this world, unfortunately.”

a pout makes its way to your features, before suddenly switching into a suspicious frown when you see a small smile creeping on his face.

wait...you're as dumb as a rock?

“oh...?” your face immediately looks up at him. “and how much do you love this stupid rock exactly...?”

seeing that you finally caught on his antics, a heart-fluttering chuckle escapes his lips, his eyes shut in amusement as your heart beat quickens at the melodious sound.

“a lot—as in more than anything in this world.”

RIN ignores you. acts like you never spoke in the first place. why? hah, his pride's too high for him to even properly answer that. even if he said something that's relatively joking or teasing, it'd be lying in a way, right? so what purpose would it solve in answering your question? exactly. none. so you get no response, whatsoever.

“rin-chan, answer my question, please?”

radio silence.

“rrrrrrrrrin. rinnnnnn. riiiiiiiiiiin. RIN!”

he still continues on walking, gaze still ahead whilst you struggle to waddle along with his wide strides, opting to grab his arms as to not get left behind.

“itoshi rin! just how much do you love m—”

he places his gloved hand flat against your face, shutting you up as he moves you away from his line of sight. his teal stare still bored and unbothered.

“any louder and you'll attract attention. i don't want paparazzi stuck to us for the rest of the day.”

you narrow your eyes at him as he practically drags you along, legs unable to keep up with his pace. “i don't see how that refrains you from answering my question, though.”

“i won't answer a question you already know the answer to, so shut up.”

you blink twice, swearing you just saw his cheeks go a bit red for a quick second. were you seeing things...?

KAISER, the mischief, always has to edge you on for a bit before giving you what you want. (🤨📸) it's how he functions as a partner—never failing to be an infuriating piece of shit who gets on your nerves whenever he gets a chance. what makes you think now would be an exception?

“hmm...” he hums with that annoying curl of his lips once more, feigning thoughtfulness. “what do you think?”

“more than you love yourself?” you guess expectantly.

but with how he gasps dramatically at you, all your expectations of the narcissistic king drop like dead flies. your expression must’ve also dropped without you noticing, because now, your asshole of a boyfriend is cackling at you. you mercifully resist the urge to hit his annoyingly pretty face as you pout and face away from him with a huff.

“what’s with that glare? i didn’t mean it, you know.” yet he continues to snicker like a child.

“what did i even expect from you…" you sigh, visibly deflating in disappointment as you stand up to leave. “i’m an idiot.”

“yep, you are for even believing i’d—” wrapping his arms around your frame, he pulls you onto his lap with yet another shit-eating grin of his. “—let you go like that. now gimme a kiss, chuu—”

pushing away his exaggerated puckered lips from your face, still glaring at him. “what do you say first, my liebe?”

he chuckles, half of his face flat against your palm that’s pushing him away. “i’m very sorry. i love you more than anything. well, except my side chicks—” your glare turns into a scowl. “—just kidding! i love you, baby. so much that i’d give up anything in this world just to see you smile.”

removing your hand from his face, you finally let him attack you with his kisses.

REO smugly raises his black card. well, it would’ve been a lot more cool and impressive if he didn’t practically jump out of the couch in his pajamas and full-on sprinted to his bedroom to fetch it. was he waiting for this question for a long time now?

“…what’s that have to do with—”

“i love you, as much as the amount within this baby right here. if not, then more!” he slaps the who-knows-how-much card onto the coffee table, gazing at you with excitement not much unlike a puppy waiting for the coos and praises of its owner after fetching them a stick.

adorable. so goddamn cute. ahhhhh. you want to rip your hair out.

“how long were you waiting for this moment…?” why does this scene seem so familiar?

"a long time. i saw this while reading one of the romance novels you had, and i just had to do it.” he smiles sheepishly at you. “was my excitement a dead giveaway or…?”

that explains the feeling of deja vu, then. you remember getting giddy over that specific scene. mindlessly, you snort at the fact that this man has more achievements than anyone you’ve ever known yet he’s still trying to impress you. jesus. he’s so…

you lean over to him, grasping his hand in your own. “you know, you look so kissable right now.”

he perks up immediately. “heh—then, don’t mind me if i do.”

NAGI hums, animatedly tapping away at his game, not sparing you a glance. “would it be bad if i said that question’s a hassle?”

“…? why do you think so?”

“well…you’re only asking that because you want me to say something that’ll uh…make you blush or something right?” he starts, voice remaining bored as ever. “but if i don’t manage to, you’ll be dissatisfied or even use it as leverage to get mad at me to get my attention.”

you frown. “what are you—”

“i don’t mean it in a bad way.” he finally looks at you, a bold ‘victory!’ visible on his phone screen. “it’s not that i’m not willing to indulge you—it’s just that i don’t really know how to be romantic, and i also don’t wanna make you sad so…”

you blink when he performs a beckoning motion with his fingers, silently requesting for you to come near him.

complying with a raised brow, your confusion is immediately replaced by shock, and maybe a tad bit of warmth as the tall boy’s arm wrap themselves around your form, pulling you down with him with a small ‘oof’.

“n—nagi!?” you squirm.

“i love you a lot, [name].” he nuzzles his face onto your hair, his next words a bit muffled as they left his lips. “so don’t get mad at me, please?”

how in the world are you going to get mad at this goddamn sloth when he’s acting like this??

ISAGI blinks. scanning your face for a moment for any uncertainty or insecurity that might’ve influenced your posed question. but when he finds none, redness takes control of his entire face like a infectious parasite.

“why do you want to know?” his voice is meek, most likely caught off guard by such a direct question.

“just curious.” you reply, smiling at the way he seems so wrapped up in your finger despite it being so loose. “you don’t have to answer though. it’s quite an open question—vague and has a lot of possible answers.”

he stares down at his palm, carefully planning out his next choice of words for your inquiry. he really wants to provide an answer, something that shows he’s completely confident in your relationship. but…

how much he loves you? how is he even going to start?

“i’m not really sure how to put it but,” he starts, determination on his expression as he turns to look at you. “i’m certain i love you a lot. not sure just how much exactly but…”

“if it could go by anything, i think about you so much that my first instinct in the morning is to grab my phone and text you a good morning,” he adds on while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “i-i don’t know. was that a good way of putting it? there’s also the fact that i always unconsciously brew two coffees even when we don’t live together, and oh! there’s also that time i—”

too caught up in his mind to recount the times his love had overshadowed his rationality and normalcy, he fails to see the lovestruck gaze given by a certain someone, completely and utterly in love with the man chatting away that you could probably see hearts in those [e/c] irises.

just wait till you start on sharing your side of the relationship.

BACHIRA grins impishly as he takes out a ruler, pulling down an imaginary board from thin air whilst putting on some nerdy glasses from nowhere. he points the tip of the ruler on an equation, your face now deadpan.

what is he doing…?

“the formula for measuring my love for [name]! note; very easy!”

you snort at his antics, before deciding to play along as you nod for him to continue.

with his ever-present grin, he taps the board with his ruler, adjusting his glasses as if to catch your attention like a typical teacher. “now, [name], can you try to answer this equation for me? these glasses are kinda blurry.”

n-no teaching or guides at all? uhm, okay.

you suck in a breath, gazing at the imaginative board with an unperturbed focus.

[name]’s infinite beauty x [name]’s infinite kindess x [name]’s infinite funniness equals N…what are these variables?

this shouldn’t even be a working equation but if you’re playing with how bachira’s mind works, then…“infinite?”

“yes!" he swoops in lowly and sweeps you off your feet, a yelp escaping your lips as he lifts you up bridal style. “looks like i have to add [name]’s infinite smartness into the equation too, what do you say?”

“whatever you want. but i think i need to mention that infinity isn’t actually a number so i think you’ll have to make a different formula—”

“jokes on you, i won’t let the laws of math deter me from figuring out the estimate of my infinite love!”

BAROU sneers. making quite an ugly face that forces you to be wary if he’s about to spit in your face or not.

“hah, when and where did you hear that i, the king, loved you, a mere peasant??”

raising a brow at him, you quickly throw a glance at the bouquet of flowers delicately placed onto a polishes and refined vase, the glint of its glassy appearance reminding you who it undoubtedly came from, and whom it was given to.

“at the front of that bakery you like, around 3pm on a sunday a few weeks ago, after i gave you flowers, you replied to my confession by saying—” you’re promptly cut off as an oven mitt is unceremoniously thrown at your face.

“what the hell?” he says breathlessly, letting out an unbelieving scoff as he crosses his arms. like a tsundere. “why do you even remember all that? creep.”

“well, you see, it was the first time king barou had bared his feelings towards me. an extremely rare moment, even though we’re basically dating right now.”

his eye twitches. “WHO THE HELL SAID WE WERE DATING?!”

“eh?” your sarcasm is immediately gone. “you said you loved me back, so i thought that—”

“is that why you’re always in my goddamn house unannounced??” he cuts you off, again.

“it’s kinda late to retract my view of our status now though. your sisters really like me as your lover for some reason.”

he responds with a groan, muttering something about how his soccer is now doomed by some outsider. silly king. he doesn’t even notice that he could always kick you out, yet simply chooses not to.

no i didn’t add a part where they’d explicitly have to theoretically choose between you or soccer because lets be fr they’d all choose to kick a ball forever over some head

its 3am rn (no beta we die like men) so if theres a few typos or pronoun and grammatical errors that ive missed, please do tell me!

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 30/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, FLUFF

Word Count: 9308

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 30 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

„I fed her”, Ben mumbled a little while later, his voice a mixture of gruffness and an unmistakable hint of pride. He moved to sit carefully on the edge of the bed, close enough that his broad frame seemed to take up all the space. He leaned back slightly, his arms crossing as though to downplay the weight of what he was saying. “Didn’t drop her, either”.

You couldn’t help the weak laugh that escaped your lips, though it came with a wince from the soreness in your chest. “You fed her?”, you asked softly, looking up at him with tired but amused eyes. “Did you… enjoy it?”.

He glanced at you, his lips twitching like he was trying to suppress a smirk. “I wouldn’t go that far”, he muttered, though the slight puff of his chest gave him away. “But I got the job done. She didn’t cry. Didn’t puke on me, either. So, yeah, I’d call it a win”.

Your smile widened, your fingers brushing against the baby’s soft cheek as she shifted slightly in your arms, letting out a tiny sigh.

“I’m proud of you”, you whispered, your voice soft and full of warmth as you looked up at Ben. Your tired eyes, so full of emotion, locked with his, and for a moment, he couldn’t look away. They were the same eyes that had always undone him—the ones that somehow made him feel seen in a way no one else ever had. Now, they were reflected in your daughter, and that connection hit him harder than he’d ever admit.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He didn’t respond right away, didn’t deflect with a sarcastic remark or a muttered grumble like he usually would. Instead, something in his expression shifted, his tough exterior cracking just enough to let something softer show through.

Without a word, he leaned in, one large hand coming up to cup your face as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was warm and firm, yet careful, as though he was afraid to hurt you in your fragile state. It wasn’t hurried or dramatic—it was quiet, steady, and real, full of relief and the unspoken things he couldn’t put into words.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a moment, his green eyes half-closed as he let out a quiet sigh. “You scared the shit outta me, you know that?”, he muttered, his voice low and rough, tinged with something that sounded suspiciously like vulnerability.

You smiled faintly, your fingers brushing against his stubbled jaw. “I’m sorry”, you whispered.

Ben shook his head slightly, his lips brushing your forehead in a gesture so uncharacteristically tender it made your chest tighten. “Don’t”, he mumbled, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t apologize. You made it. That’s what matters”.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, his gaze scanning your face like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. “I’m glad you made it out alive”, he said, his words gruff but weighted, spoken in the way only Ben could. “And not just ‘cause of her”. He glanced briefly at the baby in your arms, then back at you, his expression hard to read but undeniably sincere. “You’re tougher than anyone I’ve ever met, and… I can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever”.

Your throat tightened at his words, and all you could do was nod, your tears blurring your vision as you whispered, “I’m not going anywhere”.

“Damn right you’re not”, Ben muttered, his tone softening as his hand brushed against your cheek one last time. Then, with a faint smirk, he leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest as if to shake off the moment. “But don’t think this means I’m letting you off easy. You’re still not lifting a damn finger until I say so”.

You laughed weakly, shaking your head as you looked down at your daughter. “Bossy as ever”.

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line”, he shot back, though the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes betrayed the warmth behind his gruffness.

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the hum of monitors and the soft breaths of your sleeping daughter, you felt a fragile but undeniable sense of peace. You had made it, against all odds. And with Ben by your side, you knew you could handle whatever came next. Together.

The hours passed slowly, but they felt oddly peaceful. You sat propped up in bed, your body still too weak to do much more than hold Aria while Ben stayed close by. The quiet moments felt surreal, the weight of your daughter in your arms grounding you even as your head swam with exhaustion. Your infusions continued to drip steadily, keeping you hydrated and stabilized, though the thought of real food or even water seemed impossible in your current state.

Breastfeeding had been the plan, something you’d looked forward to, but now the idea felt so distant. You knew it wasn’t an option—not yet. You felt a pang of disappointment, but Ben had quickly brushed off your worries earlier, muttering something about how the formula was “just fine” and that Aria was already thriving because of you. It was one of his gruff reassurances, the kind only he could pull off.

Eventually, the soft creak of the door announced Dr. Collins’ return. She stepped in with her clipboard, her usual composed demeanor softening when she saw you awake, holding your daughter. “Good to see you sitting up”, she said warmly as she approached the bed. “You’re looking much better”.

“Still feel like I got hit by a truck”, you replied, your voice hoarse but laced with humor. Ben snorted softly beside you, shaking his head.

Dr. Collins smiled, glancing at Aria as she moved closer. “Well, considering everything you’ve been through, I’d say you’re recovering remarkably well. And how’s she doing?”, she asked, gesturing to the tiny baby nestled in your arms.

“She’s…”, you paused, glancing down at the baby’s peaceful face. “Aria”, you corrected softly, looking back at Dr. Collins. “Her name is Aria”.

Dr. Collins nodded, her expression softening further. “Aria. A beautiful name for a strong little girl”.

Ben shifted slightly in his chair, his arms crossed, but his gaze flicked down to Aria, his lips pressing into a faint line as if trying to hide the swell of pride the name brought him.

“She’s healthy”, Dr. Collins continued, glancing at her clipboard. “She’s small, yes, but perfectly healthy. Her breathing is strong, her reflexes are normal, and all her initial tests came back clear”.

You let out a shaky breath of relief, your grip on Aria tightening slightly. “That’s all that matters”, you murmured.

Dr. Collins hesitated, her eyes flicking between you and Ben. “There is one thing I wanted to discuss”, she said carefully. “The blood tests we ran revealed that Aria has a significant amount of Compund V in her system”.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt Ben tense beside you. “What does that mean?”, you asked, your voice quiet but firm.

“At the moment”, Dr. Collins said quickly, “she’s showing no signs of powers or abnormalities. But with that level of V in her blood, it’s likely that she’ll develop abilities as she grows. We’ll monitor her closely, but for now, she’s stable. There’s no immediate concern”.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his green eyes narrowing as he glanced at Aria. “So, what, we’re supposed to just wait around and see if she… what? Shoots lasers out of her eyes? Flies off into the damn ceiling?”.

“Ben”, you said softly, your voice cutting through his frustration. He looked at you, his expression hard but quieting under your steady gaze. “She’s fine. She’s healthy. That’s what matters”.

Dr. Collins nodded in agreement. “Exactly. There’s no reason to worry at this stage. We’ll keep an eye on her development, but for now, she’s just a normal, healthy baby”.

Ben grunted, leaning back in his chair as he ran a hand through his hair. “Normal”, he muttered under his breath, though his gaze softened as it landed on Aria again. “Yeah, sure. Normal”.

You looked down at your daughter, her tiny fingers curling around your thumb as she shifted slightly in her sleep. “Thank you, Dr. Collins”, you said, your voice trembling with gratitude.

Dr. Collins gave a small smile. “You’re welcome. I’ll leave you all to rest, but I’ll be back to check on you later”.

As she left the room, the silence settled again, and Ben let out a long breath. He glanced at you, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Aria, huh?”.

You smiled weakly, brushing a finger across Aria’s cheek. “You picked it too”, you murmured.

Just as Ben’s faint smirk began to fade, Aria stirred in your arms, her little fists clenching softly as her mouth opened and closed in tiny, insistent motions. A faint whimper escaped her lips, signaling her hunger. You looked down at her, your heart swelling despite your exhaustion.

“She’s hungry”, you murmured, your voice filled with warmth and determination. You glanced at Ben, your tired eyes meeting his sharp green ones. “I want to feed her”.

Ben’s expression immediately hardened, his brows furrowing. “You’re too weak”, he said flatly, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he shook his head. “You can barely hold her, let alone feed her”.

“Ben, I’m her mom”, you said softly but firmly, the weight of your words making him falter. “I want to do this”.

He huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Yeah, and I’m the one who’s been making sure you stay alive”, he muttered. “You’re not gonna keel over just because you feel like playing mom right now. Let me do it”.

You glared at him, though the exhaustion in your body made it less effective than usual. “Ben, I’m not asking”, you said, your voice trembling slightly but full of resolve. “She’s my daughter, and I want to feed her. Now, please, ring for the nurse”.

Ben clenched his jaw, his gaze flicking between you and Aria as she whimpered again, her little hands curling tighter. He let out a frustrated sigh before standing and pressing the call button on the wall. “Fine”, he grumbled, his tone clipped. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you pass out mid-bottle”.

A few moments later, the nurse entered the room, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to Ben’s simmering irritation. “She’s hungry”, you said, offering a small, tired smile. “Could you please bring us some formula?”.

“Of course”, the nurse replied with a nod, quickly leaving to retrieve the bottle.

Ben leaned against the wall, his arms still crossed as he watched you with a mix of exasperation and concern. “You’re stubborn as fuck, you know that?”, he muttered, his voice low.

“Wonder where I got it from”, you shot back, giving him a faint smile that made his lips twitch despite himself.

The nurse returned with the bottle, handing it to you carefully. “Here you go”, she said softly, adjusting your pillows to give you more support. “Take your time, and let me know if you need help”.

“Thank you”, you said, your voice full of gratitude as you shifted Aria slightly in your arms, cradling her closer. Her tiny mouth found the bottle instinctively, latching on and beginning to feed with quiet, contented sounds.

Ben stayed silent, his sharp eyes watching your every move as though he expected you to collapse at any moment. But as you held Aria and fed her, a calmness washed over you, the bond between you and your daughter palpable in the quiet room.

“I told you I could do it”, you murmured after a while, glancing up at Ben with a triumphant smile.

He snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah”, he muttered, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re still not doing anything else. Feeding her’s all you get for now”.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, your focus returning to Aria as she continued to drink. Ben’s gaze softened as he watched the two of you, his irritation melting away as he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the edge of the bed.

“You’re lucky she’s got your guts”, he said quietly, his voice rough but filled with a strange mix of pride and affection. “Kid’s already a fighter. Just like her mom”.

You looked up at him, your smile softening. “And her dad”, you whispered.

Ben didn’t respond, but the faint glimmer in his eyes said enough.

As the time came for Aria’s first diaper change and a fresh set of clothes—a soft onesie you’d picked out weeks ago, back when everything seemed simpler—you glanced up at Ben. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. “I want to do it”, you said softly, your voice tinged with a quiet plea.

Ben turned to you, his sharp green eyes narrowing immediately. “No fucking way”, he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You can barely sit up without looking like you’re about to keel over. Feeding her was enough. This? No. Not fucking happening”.

“Ben, I—”.

“No”, he growled, cutting you off. “You’re not moving a damn inch. Got it?”.

You sighed, biting back the urge to argue further. You could see the tension in his jaw, the protective edge in his tone. As frustrating as it was, you knew he wasn’t going to budge.

Moments later, the nurse entered the room, carrying the supplies needed for Aria’s diaper change. She gave you a kind smile before turning to Ben. “Alright, Dad”, she said, her tone upbeat. “You’re up”.

Ben’s eyes widened slightly as he straightened up, his hands going to his hips. “Me? The fuck do you mean, I’m up?”, he asked, glaring at the nurse as though she’d just insulted him.

The nurse smiled patiently, setting the supplies down on the foot of the bed. “You wanted her mom to rest, right?”, she said, raising an eyebrow. “That means it’s your turn. Don’t worry—I’ll guide you through it”.

Ben shot you a look, his expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “You’re really gonna make me do this?”, he muttered, though there was no real venom in his tone.

You smirked, leaning back against the pillows. “Your turn to shine… Dad”.

He grumbled something under his breath but moved to the foot of the bed, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to go into battle. The nurse handed him a clean diaper and some wipes, her tone cheerful as she began explaining the steps.

“Alright, first, you’ll need to undo her onesie and take off the old diaper”, she said, gesturing to Aria.

Ben hesitated, his large hands moving awkwardly as he fumbled with the tiny snaps on Aria’s onesie. “Christ, who makes these things so fucking small?”, he muttered.

As Ben finally managed to get the tiny onesie unsnapped and peeled off, he froze, staring down at Aria’s naked, squirming form. He let out a sharp snort, his lips twitching as he muttered, “She looks like a damn chicken”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, despite your exhaustion, the sound weak but genuine. “Ben!”, you said, a hint of scolding in your tone. “She’s a baby, not a chicken”.

He raised an eyebrow at you, then gestured toward Aria’s skinny little limbs and the way she wiggled, her tiny fists flailing in the air. “Look at her”, he said, his tone dry. “She’s got these scrawny legs, no meat on her bones. I’m just saying it like it is”.

The nurse stifled a laugh, shaking her head as she handed Ben a wipe. “Well, this little ‘chicken’ is your daughter, and she’s looking like she´s supposed to", she said, her tone light. “Now, focus. You’ve got a job to do”.

Ben rolled his eyes but returned his attention to the task at hand. He peeled back the old diaper, grimacing slightly as he got his first real look. “Alright, I take it back”, he muttered. “She’s not a chicken. She’s a little grenade. A fucking messy one”.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh too hard. “Welcome to parenthood”, you teased.

Ben shot you a look but didn’t respond, instead taking the wipe and holding it awkwardly. The nurse guided him step by step, her voice calm and encouraging. “Always wipe from front to back”, she reminded him.

He froze, turning to you with an incredulous look. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”.

“It means don’t mess it up, Ben”, you said with a smirk. “It’s to avoid infections”.

He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Of course it’s complicated", before carefully wiping Aria, his massive hands moving with an unexpected gentleness. “Front to back”, he mumbled to himself, like he was committing it to memory.

When he was finished, the nurse handed him a clean diaper. “Now, slide this under her, fold it up, and secure the tabs. Snug, but not too tight”.

Ben had already pinched Aria’s tiny wrist gently between his thumb and forefinger, clearly intending to lift her up as though she were a doll, when the nurse quickly intervened.

“Whoa, no!”, she said, her voice firm but not unkind. She stepped forward, putting a hand out to stop him. “You don’t lift her like that. You need to support her back and neck”.

Ben froze, blinking at the nurse with a mix of confusion and irritation. “Well, how the fuck am I supposed to get the damn diaper under her, then?”, he muttered, glancing down at Aria, who squirmed blissfully unaware of her father’s struggle.

The nurse smiled patiently, demonstrating with her hands. “Here, let me show you. Slide one hand under her bottom, and your other hand under her back, like this. Then gently lift her just enough to slip the diaper underneath”.

Ben huffed, muttering something under his breath about “overcomplicated baby engineering”, but he followed her instructions, his large hands carefully cradling Aria’s fragile form. He lifted her with surprising gentleness, her tiny body barely moving as he slid the fresh diaper into place beneath her.

“There you go”, the nurse said encouragingly. “Now, lower her back down and secure the tabs”.

Ben did as instructed, his movements slightly awkward but undeniably careful. He fastened the tabs with a bit too much force at first, but the nurse quickly corrected him, guiding his hands to adjust the fit. When he was finally done, he leaned back, crossing his arms and looking down at his work with a critical eye.

“She doesn’t look like she’s about to fall apart”, he muttered. “Guess I didn’t screw it up”.

The nurse chuckled. “You did great. Now, let’s get her dressed”.

Ben groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he picked up the tiny onesie you’d chosen for Aria. “I’m starting to think babies were designed just to make adults look stupid”, he grumbled, holding up the onesie like it was a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Arms first, then legs”, the nurse said, smiling as she stepped back to let him work.

Ben sighed, his brows furrowing as he carefully maneuvered Aria’s tiny arms into the sleeves. His large hands fumbled slightly with the delicate fabric.

But the real problem came when it was time to deal with Aria’s legs. Her tiny limbs were scrunched up tightly against her body, as if she was perfectly content staying in her curled-up position. Ben stared down at her, his expression a mix of frustration and confusion.

“She’s like a damn pretzel”, he muttered, glancing at the nurse for guidance. “How the fuck am I supposed to get her legs in this thing if she won’t cooperate?”.

The nurse stifled a laugh, stepping closer to offer some advice. “That’s normal for newborns”, she said gently. “They’re used to being curled up in the womb. Just be gentle, and don’t force her legs straight. Guide them into the onesie one at a time”.

Ben sighed heavily, before he carefully held one of Aria’s tiny feet, his massive hand dwarfing her delicate limb, and tried to guide it into the onesie’s leg opening. The fabric bunched up awkwardly, and Ben growled in frustration.

“She’s fighting me”, he grumbled, shooting a glare at Aria as if she was doing it on purpose. “This kid’s got her mom’s stubbornness already”.

You couldn’t help but laugh weakly from the bed, watching the scene unfold. “She’s not fighting you, Ben”, you said, your voice soft but amused. “She’s just… tiny. And new to all of this”.

“Yeah, well, she’s winning”, he muttered, finally managing to get one of her legs into the onesie. He moved on to the other, his hands surprisingly steady despite his gruff demeanor. “This better get easier, or I’m hiring someone to do this part”.

The nurse chuckled. “You’re doing fine”, she reassured him. “It’ll get easier with practice”.

“Yeah, practice”, Ben grumbled. “Can’t fucking wait for that”.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to get Aria’s second leg into the onesie. He adjusted the fabric carefully, making sure it wasn’t twisted or bunched, and then fastened the tiny snaps with a level of concentration that would have been comical if it weren’t so endearing.

“There”, he said, leaning back to survey his work. “She’s dressed. And still alive”.

The nurse smiled warmly. “You did great, Dad. She looks very comfortable”.

Ben snorted, crossing his arms as he glanced down at Aria, who was now squirming contentedly in her fresh diaper and onesie. “She’d better be”, he muttered. “I just wrestled a chicken-sized octopus to make it happen”.

You let out a quiet laugh, your heart swelling as you watched him. “You’re a natural”, you said softly, your voice full of affection.

Ben turned to you, his green eyes softening slightly as he smirked. “Damn right I am”, he said gruffly. “But don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’re taking over as soon as you can sit up without looking like you’re gonna pass out”.

“We’ll see”, you teased, leaning back against the pillows as you watched him pick up Aria with surprising gentleness. He cradled her in his arms, his expression softening as he looked down at her tiny face.

For a moment, the room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the monitors. You could see the pride in Ben’s eyes, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud. He was figuring this out, one step at a time—and somehow, you knew he was going to be a great dad.

It started as a slight sniffle, but within moments, your emotions overwhelmed you. Tears began streaming down your face, and before you knew it, you were sobbing uncontrollably. You couldn’t hold it back, your chest heaving as you watched Ben holding Aria against his chest. The sight of him, so strong and rough around the edges, cradling your impossibly tiny daughter with such care—it was too much.

Ben’s head snapped toward you, his expression immediately shifting to one of alarm. “The hell’s wrong now?”, he asked, his voice sharp but edged with concern. “Did I do something? Did she do something?”.

You shook your head, unable to get any words out through your sobs. You tried to wipe at your face, but the tears just kept coming. “No—no, it’s… it’s just…”, you stammered, your voice breaking as you tried to explain. “It’s you. And her. And this. I can’t…”.

Ben blinked at you, his green eyes wide as he processed your words. For a moment, he looked like he might bolt, the sheer weight of your emotions clearly throwing him off. “Oh, for fuck’s sake”, he muttered under his breath, shifting Aria slightly in his arms as he stood awkwardly by the bed. “It’s the hormones, right? Collins said this would happen”.

You nodded, still sobbing as you reached out a hand toward him, your heart so full it felt like it might burst. “You’re so… you’re so good with her”, you choked out. “I didn’t think you’d be so—so perfect”.

Ben’s face flushed slightly, and he glanced down at Aria as if to deflect from your words. “Yeah, well”, he muttered, his voice gruff. “Don’t get used to it. I’m still figuring this shit out”.

But even as he tried to brush it off, you saw the way his arms tightened slightly around Aria, the way he glanced back at you with something softer in his eyes. He stepped closer to the bed, lowering himself into the chair beside you as you continued to cry.

“Christ”, he muttered, his tone softer now as he looked down at you. “You’re a fucking mess”.

“I know”, you wailed, covering your face with your hands. “I can’t help it”.

Ben sighed, shaking his head as he leaned forward slightly, holding Aria against his chest with one hand while his other hand reached out to brush against yours. “Hey”, he said, his voice low but steady. “It’s alright. You’re allowed to cry. Just don’t drown the fucking kid in tears, alright?”.

You let out a watery laugh, wiping at your face as you tried to calm down. “I’m sorry”, you whispered. “It’s just… seeing you with her, it’s everything”.

Ben huffed, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Don´t go writing me a damn poem about it”, he said, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness. He looked down at Aria, his expression softening as she shifted slightly against him, her tiny hand brushing against his chest. “But I guess… she’s not so bad. For a chicken”.

That made you laugh again, a weak but genuine sound that cut through the haze of your emotions. “She’s not a chicken, Ben”, you said, your voice trembling but warm.

“She’ll always be a little chicken”, he muttered, glancing back at you. His green eyes held a rare warmth, the kind he usually kept hidden. “And you’re gonna be fine. Both of you”.

It wasn’t even 7 in the morning when Ben stirred beside you. His eyes were still closed, his body heavy with the kind of exhaustion only a few hours of sleep could bring, but his supe hearing had already kicked in. He caught the faint murmur of voices outside your hospital room—familiar ones.

“Is this the right room? They said it was this one, didn’t they?”, your mother’s voice carried through the corridor, a mix of excitement and nerves.

“I don’t want to barge in”, your father replied, though his tone betrayed the eagerness he was trying to hide. “But I’ll be damned if we wait any longer to see her and that baby”.

Ben groaned low in his throat, his arm tightening instinctively around you as he let out a muttered curse. “Your parents”, he grumbled, his voice rough with sleep. “Of course, they’re here already”.

You blinked awake slowly, your body still aching and weak, but your mind sharpening as you processed his words. “My parents?”, you mumbled, trying to sit up. “Already?”.

Ben cracked one eye open, his expression deadpan. “It’s barely sunrise, and they’re out there like it’s fucking Christmas morning”.

You sighed, leaning back against the pillows as you tried to summon the energy to face them. “They’re excited. They’ve been waiting for this as much as we have”.

Ben snorted, shifting slightly in the bed to sit up. “Yeah, well, they could’ve waited until after I’d had more than three hours of sleep”.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sight of him so grumpy and yet so protective. “Do you want to let them in, or should I?”.

Ben grumbled something unintelligible before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll get it”, he muttered. “Might as well make sure they don’t wake up half the damn hospital”.

He stood, running a hand through his messy hair as he made his way to the door. The sight of him— shirt rumpled from sleeping beside you, his usual tough exterior softened by the exhaustion of the past few days—made your chest tighten. He looked like a man who’d been through hell and back, but also like someone who’d fight that battle all over again if it meant keeping you and Aria safe.

Ben opened the door, his broad frame filling the doorway as he leaned against it, arms crossed. “You couldn’t wait a couple more hours?”, he said gruffly, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at your parents.

Your mother’s face lit up immediately, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she ignored his tone entirely. “Oh, Ben! Is she awake? Can we see her? How’s the baby?”.

Your father cleared his throat, clearly trying to keep things more composed. “Good to see you”, he said, though his gaze kept darting past Ben, trying to catch a glimpse of you inside the room.

Ben sighed, stepping aside to let them in. “Yeah, yeah, come on in”, he muttered. “But keep it down. She’s still recovering”.

The moment your parents stepped into the room, your mother rushed to your side, her hands flying to her mouth as she took in the sight of you. “Oh, sweetheart”, she said, her voice trembling. “You look so pale. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”.

You smiled weakly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “I’m okay, Mom. Just tired”.

Your father stood back slightly, his expression softer but no less emotional. “And the baby?", he asked, his voice quiet but full of anticipation.

“She’s perfect”, you said, your smile widening. “They kept her in the recovery room overnight to make sure she’s okay, but she’s healthy. She’s amazing”.

Ben leaned against the wall, watching the interaction with his usual mix of aloofness and quiet observation. Your mother turned to him suddenly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she put her hands on her hips. “And you”, she said, her tone sharp but affectionate. “You’ve been taking care of them, haven’t you?”.

Ben raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “What do you think?”, he said dryly, though his voice held no real edge.

Your mother softened immediately, stepping forward to give him a hug he clearly wasn’t prepared for. “Thank you”, she said quietly. “For being here. For everything”.

Ben froze for a moment, his arms hovering awkwardly before he patted her back stiffly.

Ben stiffly endured your mother’s hug, his hand patting her back awkwardly before she pulled away, her eyes glistening with emotion. He glanced over at you, his green eyes narrowing slightly, silently warning you not to say anything about what had really happened. You’d agreed—your parents didn’t need to know how close you’d come to not making it.

Your father stepped closer to you, his eyes scanning your face, then flicking briefly to Ben as if gauging how things had really been. “You said it was complicated”, he said carefully, his tone neutral but laced with concern. “But… you’re okay now? You sure?”.

“I’m okay, Dad”, you said softly, reaching out to take his hand. “It was just… a lot. But the doctors were incredible. And Ben…”. You glanced over at him, your smile faint but warm. “Ben’s been here the whole time”.

Ben snorted quietly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah, well, not like I had anywhere better to be”, he muttered, his gruff tone doing little to hide the truth.

Your mother sat down on the edge of the bed, taking your other hand in hers. “You should’ve called us sooner”, she said, her voice trembling slightly. “If things were that complicated, we could’ve—”.

“We didn’t want to worry you”, you interrupted gently. “And it all happened so fast. There wasn’t really time”.

Your father frowned slightly but nodded, clearly still uneasy. “What kind of complications?”, he pressed. “You didn’t say much in your texts”.

You hesitated, your eyes flicking to Ben for support. He caught the look and straightened, his expression hardening slightly as he stepped forward. “The kind that aren’t worth dredging up now”, he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “She’s fine. The kid’s fine. That’s what matters”.

Your father’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t push further, his gaze shifting back to you. “As long as you’re okay”, he said quietly. “That’s all we care about”.

Your mother nodded quickly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And you’ll tell us if anything else comes up, won’t you?”, she asked, her voice full of worry.

“Of course”, you said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “But we’re really okay now. I promise”.

Ben’s sharp green eyes shifted toward the door, his head tilting slightly as if listening to something in the distance. He smirked faintly, his arms still crossed over his chest. “Oh, here comes the chicken”, he muttered, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Your father frowned, clearly confused. “What chicken?”, he asked, glancing between you and Ben. “What’s he talking about?”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shaking your head. “He calls Aria his little chicken”, you explained, your voice full of affection. “It’s his… nickname for her”.

Your mother blinked, her mouth dropping open slightly as she looked at Ben. “You call her a chicken?”, she asked, her tone hovering between disbelief and amusement. “That’s what you’re going with?”.

Ben shrugged, completely unfazed. “She’s tiny, squirmy, and she looks like one of those grill chickens when she’s all curled up”, he said gruffly. “Fits, doesn’t it?”.

Your father looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh or question Ben’s sanity, but before anyone could respond further, there was a soft knock at the door. Ben turned toward it just as a nurse peeked in, pushing a small bassinet into the room.

“Someone’s ready to come back to her mom and dad”, the nurse said with a warm smile, her hands gently maneuvering the bassinet into position beside your bed.

Your heart swelled at the sight of Aria, bundled snugly in a soft blanket, her tiny face barely visible beneath the swaddling. She was peaceful, her chest rising and falling with steady little breaths. You felt a lump rise in your throat, the overwhelming love you felt for her making it hard to speak.

Your mother gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh, she’s beautiful”, she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Look at her”.

Your father stepped closer, his usually reserved demeanor breaking as he leaned over the bassinet. “She’s so small”, he murmured, his voice full of awe. “But perfect”.

Ben moved to stand beside the bassinet, his broad frame towering over it as he glanced down at Aria. His expression softened, though he quickly masked it with a snort. “Told you”, he said, glancing at your father. “Chicken”.

Your father gave him a bewildered look, but before he could say anything, the nurse lifted Aria from the bassinet and handed her carefully to you. “Here you go, Mom”, she said gently. “She had a great night. Everything looks perfect”.

You cradled Aria against your chest, tears brimming in your eyes as you looked down at her tiny face. She stirred slightly, letting out a soft, contented sigh, and your heart felt like it might burst.

“She’s perfect”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “Absolutely perfect”.

Your mother leaned closer, her hand brushing lightly against Aria’s blanket. “She looks just like you when you were a baby”, she said softly.

Your father hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly as he glanced between you, Ben, and Aria. There was something cautious in his tone as he finally asked, “Anything… strange so far?”.

You froze for a moment, your breath catching as you looked up at Ben. The question lingered heavily in the air, and you saw Ben’s jaw tighten briefly before he rolled his eyes, letting out a low grumble.

“She didn’t laser-eye the fucking nurses, if that’s what you’re asking”, he said dryly, crossing his arms over his chest. “No flying off the bassinet, no glowing hands, no weird suped-up baby antics. Happy now?”.

Your father blinked, clearly startled by Ben’s bluntness, but your mother gave him a sharp look. “Oh, for heaven’s sake”, she said, her voice laced with exasperation. “We weren’t accusing her of anything, Ben. It’s just… with everything, you know…”. She gestured vaguely toward you and then back to Aria, her voice softening. “We’re just trying to understand”.

Ben snorted, shaking his head. “There’s nothing to understand. She’s fine. Just a regular, squirmy, chicken-sized kid”. His green eyes flicked to you, softening slightly as he added, “Right now, anyway”.

You gave him a faint smile, your fingers brushing against Aria’s soft cheek as you cradled her closer. “She’s healthy”, you said gently, looking back at your parents. “That’s all that matters right now. She’s just a baby”.

Your father nodded slowly, though his gaze lingered on Aria with quiet curiosity. “And if that changes?”, he asked, his voice steady but serious. “If she does… you know, show signs of something?”.

Ben sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “If that happens, we’ll deal with it”, he said firmly. “Not like we’ve got a choice, do we? But for now, she’s just a kid. No reason to make a big deal out of nothing”.

“Well, you might be bulletproof, but that doesn’t count for my daughter”.

Ben’s sharp green eyes snapped to your father, narrowing slightly as his jaw tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, he asked, his voice low, edged with warning.

Your father didn’t flinch, though he glanced briefly at you before answering. “It means”, he said carefully, “that if Aria develops some… abilities, and something goes wrong, it’s not you who’ll get hurt. It’s my daughter”.

“Dad”, you said softly, trying to cut through the growing tension, but Ben spoke over you.

Ben’s jaw twitched, but instead of snapping back like you expected, he took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He ran a hand through his messy hair, then turned his intense green gaze on your father, his tone calm but firm.

“She won’t hurt her”, he said quietly, yet the conviction in his voice filled the room. “I won’t let that happen”.

Your father’s brow furrowed, his skepticism evident, but Ben held his ground, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I know what you’re thinking”, Ben continued, his voice steady. “You think because I’ve got a history, because I’ve been on the wrong side of this shit, I don’t know what it’s like to protect people. To protect her”. He glanced at you, his expression softening briefly before his eyes returned to your father. “But you’re wrong. I know exactly what’s at stake. And no matter what happens with Aria—whether she’s got powers or not—I’ll make damn sure she’s in control. And that no one gets hurt”.

Your father’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though weighing Ben’s words carefully. “And how can you be so sure?”, he asked. “What if something happens that you can’t stop?”.

Ben didn’t waver. “Then I’ll figure it out”, he said firmly. “I’ve been around long enough to know how to handle supes, how to deal with powers. And more than that, I’ll teach her. If she has abilities, she’s gonna learn how to control them, how to use them if she has to—but never to hurt the people she loves”.

You swallowed hard, your heart swelling at the unexpected vulnerability in Ben’s words. He wasn’t just making promises—he was laying down a foundation for how he’d protect your family, no matter what.

“And as for your daughter”, Ben added, his gaze flicking to you with a softness that made your chest tighten, “nothing’s gonna happen to her. Not while I’m here. I won’t let it”.

Your father studied him for a long moment, his expression still skeptical but not as hard as before. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Alright”, he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I’ll hold you to that”.

Ben snorted softly, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “You can try”, he muttered. “But I don’t break promises”.

Your mother, who had been watching the exchange silently, stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on your father’s arm. “I think we all want the same thing”, she said softly, her eyes darting to you and Aria. “To protect her. And to make sure she grows up happy and safe”.

“She will”, you said, your voice trembling slightly as you looked down at your daughter.

Eventually, the tension in the room eased, and the atmosphere grew lighter. Your father seemed to relax a bit, though you could still see the lingering concern in his eyes. Ben leaned back against the wall, watching everything closely, his arms still crossed but his posture less rigid.

When the nurse brought in a tray of food for you, it became clear that sitting up was going to be a challenge. You felt the weakness in your body, but you were determined to try. Ben stepped forward, his instinctive protectiveness kicking in as he prepared to help.

But before he could, your father spoke up. “Let me help her”, he said, his voice quiet but steady.

Ben hesitated, his sharp green eyes flicking to you, then back to your father. For a moment, you thought he might argue, but then he stepped back, nodding slightly. “Fine”, he muttered. “Just don’t drop her”.

Your father shot him a look but didn’t respond, turning his attention to you instead. “Alright, honey”, he said softly, moving to your side. “Let’s take it slow”.

Ben hovered nearby, his gaze tracking every movement as your father carefully helped you shift upright. It took a few tries—your body still felt like it was made of lead—but with your father on one side and Ben subtly steadying you from the other, you managed to sit up. Your head spun slightly, and you felt your father’s grip tighten.

“You okay?”, he asked, his voice full of worry.

“I’m okay”, you said, your voice trembling slightly but full of determination. “Just… dizzy”.

“Let’s try to get you eating”, he said, picking up the tray and setting it in front of you.

Meanwhile, your mother sat on the other side of the room, holding Aria. The baby was bundled snugly in her arms, her tiny face peaceful and serene. Your mother’s eyes were bright with wonder as she rocked her gently. “She’s incredible”, she whispered, glancing at you with a soft smile. “You did good, sweetheart”.

You managed a few small bites, the warm food helping you feel a bit steadier, though your body still felt like it was moving in slow motion. You were hyper-aware of Ben in the room, standing near the wall but with his sharp eyes locked on your mother and Aria. His usual confidence seemed tempered with something quieter—protectiveness, perhaps, or the unease of trusting someone else with his daughter.

You glanced at him as you took another small bite, watching his hands twitch subtly at his sides. It was barely noticeable, but you caught it every time your mom shifted Aria in her arms—pulling the blanket higher, adjusting her tiny hat, or rocking her gently. Every movement seemed to set off some internal alarm in Ben, and though he didn’t move closer, you could see the restraint in his posture.

“Ben”, you said softly, your voice pulling his attention. He raised an eyebrow, his arms crossing tightly over his chest as he looked at you. “She’s fine”.

“I know”, he muttered, though his gaze flicked back to your mother almost instantly, his jaw tightening. “I just don’t like other people… handling her”.

Your father smirked slightly as he adjusted the tray in front of you. “She’s her grandmother”, he said lightly, though his voice held a hint of teasing. “Not exactly ‘other people’”.

Ben shot him a glare, but it lacked his usual bite. “Doesn’t mean I trust her not to drop the chicken”, he grumbled.

“Ben!”, you said, laughing softly despite your exhaustion. “My mom raised me just fine. I think she knows how to hold a baby”.

Ben raised an eyebrow at you, his lips twitching into a faint smirk as he muttered under his breath, “Think she might’ve dropped you a few times too often, though”.

“Ben!”, you exclaimed, though your voice was laced with laughter, your tired body shaking slightly from the effort. “That’s my mom you’re talking about”.

He shrugged, the smirk still lingering as he leaned casually against the wall. “I’m just saying, explains a few things”.

Your mother, who had clearly caught his muttering despite the low tone, turned her head to glare at him, though her lips twitched in amusement. “I heard that”, she said pointedly. “And for the record, I never dropped her. Not once”.

“Not once?”, Ben asked, his tone skeptical as he pushed off the wall and sauntered a step closer. His green eyes glinted mischievously, and he gestured toward you. “Not even when she was squirming around like a little chicken? Seems unlikely”.

Your mother arched an eyebrow, refusing to take the bait. “Not once”, she repeated firmly, her tone prim.

Ben’s smirk grew a fraction as he crossed his arms once more. “Funny”, he muttered toward your mom, “I had you pegged as the clumsy type. Always dropping my coffee or bumping into desks back in the day”.

Your mother froze for a moment, her mouth dropping open slightly in disbelief before she composed herself. “Excuse me?”, she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “I did not drop coffee, thank you very much. And that was a long time ago”.

Your dad snorted loudly, clearly unable to hold back. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Oh, come on, sweetheart”, he teased, his grin widening. “You did it on purpose half the time. You were just trying to piss him off. You always said he deserved it for giving Monica all the pay raises and the easy jobs”.

Your mother’s cheeks flushed, but there was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at Ben. “Well”, she said, her voice dry, “I wasn’t wrong, was I? Monica was your favorite, after all”.

“Monica was good at her job”, he said defensively, though the edge in his voice was mild. “Most of the time”.

“Right”, your dad said, still chuckling. “Good at her job—or good at stroking your ego? Because from what I remember, the only thing Monica excelled at was making you feel… like the king of the tower”.

The atmosphere shifted slightly, but instead of turning tense, it remained surprisingly light. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound raspy but genuine. “I think you’ve been caught, Ben”, you teased, your voice weak but amused.

Ben’s smirk returned, sharper now, as he leaned a little closer, his green eyes glinting with his signature boldness. “I bet now everyone’s glad it was Monica and not you, huh?”, he said casually, his voice dripping with dry humor. “Would’ve been a little awkward if I’d first fucked you and then ended up with your daughter”.

The room went completely silent, the weight of his words landing like a bomb.

Your mother’s jaw dropped, her face flushing a deep crimson as she stared at him, utterly speechless. Your father blinked, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and disbelief.

“Ben!”, you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of horror and strained laughter. Despite how exhausted you were, you managed to swat weakly in his direction. “Oh my God, you can’t just say that!”.

“What?”, Ben replied, shrugging innocently, though the smug grin spreading across his face betrayed him. “I’m just saying. Could’ve been a lot messier”.

Your mother finally found her voice, though it came out as more of a strangled squeak. “That is not something you joke about!”.

Your dad, however, broke the silence with a deep, booming laugh, leaning back in his chair as he slapped his knee. “Well, he’s not wrong”, he said, grinning as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Would’ve made for one hell of a family reunion”.

Your mother turned her glare to your father now, smacking his arm. “Don’t encourage him!”, she snapped, though her indignation was starting to crack under the sheer absurdity of the situation.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning loudly. “I can’t believe this is my life”. you mumbled, though there was a faint laugh hidden in your voice.

Your mother threw her hands up in exasperation, her glare darting between you and Ben. “Why is he like this?!”, she asked, her voice full of disbelief. Then, without waiting for an answer, she turned to Ben, her eyes narrowing. “Why are you like this?”.

Ben, entirely unfazed, smirked as he stepped forward, wiggling his fingers dramatically. “C’mon, it’s feeding time”, he said, his voice dripping with mock impatience. “Gimme my daughter”.

Your mother raised a brow, her grip on Aria tightening slightly as she rocked the baby against her chest. “Oh no, I don’t think so”, she said dryly. “You tainted mine; it’s only fair I’ve got yours now”.

Your dad choked on his laugh, quickly turning his head away to hide his grin as you let out a groan, burying your face in your hands again. “Mom!”, you exclaimed, your voice muffled but full of disbelief. “I’m sitting right here!”.

Ben’s smirk only widened, his green eyes glinting with amusement. “Tainted, huh?”, he said, raising an eyebrow at your mom. “Seems like it worked out pretty well for her. Don’t hear any complaints coming from that side of the bed”.

“Ben!”, you hissed, glaring at him with flushed cheeks. “You’re not helping!”.

Your mother’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, but she didn’t back down. Still holding Aria protectively, she raised her chin and shot Ben a look that could have stopped traffic. “Not helping? He’s not even trying to help”, she said sharply, though there was a faint, amused twitch at the corners of her lips. “He’s just making it worse, like always”.

“Worse?”, Ben repeated, arching a brow as he leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms. “I’d say I’m making it more interesting. Admit it, the place was boring before I showed up”.

“Boring?”. Your mother scoffed, her voice climbing slightly. “I’ll take boring over you traumatizing my granddaughter with your ‘interesting’ any day”.

Ben snorted. “Oh, please. This kid’s going to have thicker skin than all of us put together. She’s not gonna blink at a little banter. Isn’t that right, chicken?”. He reached out, his large hands gently brushing the edge of the blanket Aria was wrapped in.

Just then, the door creaked open, and the nurse stepped into the room, carrying a small bottle of formula in her hand. She glanced around, her eyes landing on the group as she smiled warmly. “Alright”, she said, holding up the bottle, “who wants to feed her?”.

Ben immediately straightened, his green eyes snapping to the bottle. “Me”, he said gruffly, stepping forward without hesitation. He held out his free hand.

Your mother raised an eyebrow, her arms folding over her chest as she gave him a pointed look. “Oh, you’re volunteering for something now? How generous of you”.

Ben shot her a glare. “She’s my kid”, he said simply, his tone brooking no argument. “I’ll feed her”.

Ben sat down carefully on the edge of your bed, right beside you, his movements deliberate as he cradled Aria in one arm and held the bottle with the other. You knew him well enough to see through his act; he could have sat anywhere, but he’d chosen this spot so you could see your baby up close, even from your weakened position. He wouldn’t say it out loud, of course—he’d just let his actions speak for him, like always.

The nurse gave him an approving nod before slipping out of the room.

It was only the second time Ben had fed Aria, but despite the lingering awkwardness in the way he held her impossibly small body, he looked surprisingly confident. His large hands, so used to holding weapons or fists, now supported her tiny frame with a gentleness you wouldn’t have thought possible. There was a rough grace to it, like he was learning quickly, adapting as he went.

Aria squirmed in his arms, her little face scrunching up as she let out a series of soft, annoyed sounds. Her fists flailed weakly, and her tiny legs kicked against the blanket wrapped around her.

“Easy, chicken”, Ben muttered, his deep voice low but soothing as he shifted her slightly in his arms. “I’m getting it. Hold your horses”.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, his usual bravado toned down into something softer as he adjusted his grip on her. He tilted the bottle slightly, making sure it was positioned just right. Aria let out another tiny grunt before finally latching onto the nipple, her little mouth working furiously as she began to feed.

“There we go”, Ben murmured, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Told you I’ve got it”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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Part 31

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Imagine petite!human reader literally being used as a living fleshlight😩

Like she’s so small she can just be lifted off the ground and pounded🥴

Honestly don’t even care who it’s written for feels like a Jake, lo’ak, or quaritch kinda senecio

Sincerely, a no where near petite girlie

Thank you so much for your patience. I've been working on like a million different things at the same time so I am so behind on requests. But I looove this idea. Something about just being manhandled however your partner wants you to be is so fucking aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh😩! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

“Make sure you don’t break my bed with your big ass.” You playfully scold Lo’ak while pulling on your spaghetti strap shirt. He flops his entire body weight onto your bed making it creak. It was times like this when you really took note of just how big of a size difference there was between you. Of course, the Na’vi were much bigger than average humans already, but you were even on the small side for humans. Watching how his body can’t fit properly on your bed while you could be swallowed whole by your sheets and blankets never ceased to amaze you. He waves you off with a ‘yeah, yeah’ while he makes himself comfortable putting his hands under his head. You roll your eyes at him and start to search through all the DVDs you have for something for you two to watch.

“What are you in the mood for this time? Something funny? Romantic? Dramatic?” you fire off the different genres as you toss aside disc after disc.

“Hmm…” he dramatically hums thinking about his answer.

You don’t bother to look at him while he mulls it over and you continue searching. You faintly comprehend the sound of him shuffling and moving around behind you, but you pay it no mind until a pair of big hands find their way on your small frame. Lo’ak’s lips brush lightly over the back of your neck and it almost tickles when he speaks.

“I think I’m in the mood for something sexy” he presses kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

“You are so corny” you say with a laugh, but you still lean into his touch anyway.

“Just put on whatever. I’d rather watch you anyway.” His low voice in your ear makes your nerves come alive with this intense fluttering all over your body. His impatience is rubbing off on you so you hurriedly throw whatever you can reach into the player without really bothering to look at what it is. Once the movie starts playing, you turn around to face Lo’ak and he immediately swipes you up off the floor and your legs lock around his waist while he presses his lips to yours. Holding onto him like this gives you the perfect feel of his cock straining against his tewng and poking you right between your legs. Clearly, he can feel it too from how his hands hold your hips and grind you down against him. Every move brushes against your covered clit and gives you small tingles of satisfaction, but it’s not enough. He’s got you so riled up now that you decide to have a little more fun and push his limits. On any given day, Lo’ak could, and would, fuck you until your body felt like jelly. But on occasion, he would lose himself and by the end, even your brain would feel numb and fuzzy filled with nothing but him possessing you completely. That’s exactly what you need right now.

Without warning, you unfold your legs from around him and let go completely dropping to your feet on the ground. His puzzled expression is nothing short of adorable.

“Shit, I just remembered that I have a report to finish” you say walking over to your computer desk and sitting down.

“Babe, you have got to be kidding me right now.” You were never one to deny Lo’ak what he asked for. Ever. Not even when you would join the clan for communal dinner and he would pull you off into the dark out of view of everyone else.

“It’s only going to take a few minutes, Lo.” You say sitting down and pulling your hair forward and exposing your neck. Lo’ak groans behind you. You know how much he loves when you present your neck for him to mark. He’s starting to catch on to your little game. If he wants it, he’s going to have to take it.

“If it’s only going to take a couple minutes, then do it after” he says pulling your chair away from your desk and over to the bed. He spins you around to face him and heat settles between your thighs at the way he’s eyeing you right now. “I need you, mamas.”

“You’re doing a whole lot of talking and yet, I’m still fully clothed” you say with a sly smirk.

He chuckles lowly to himself, “oh, you are asking for it.” In one swift motion, Lo’ak pulls you onto his lap by your waist. Your hands brace against his chest to keep yourself from flying forward. His face settles in the crook of your neck and he nips lightly at your skin making you jump.

“Now, am I going to have to rip these cute little shorts off of you or are you gonna behave and take them off yourself?”

“Don’t…I like these ones.” You whine.

“Then get rid of them. Right now.”

You shift yourself around so that you can maneuver out of your shorts while he pulls his tewng to the side to expose his thick, hard cock that was already leaking precum from the tip.

“Already so hard, love. Is that for m—”

“Don’t try to get cute with me” Lo’ak cuts you off by grabbing you by your waist and slamming you down onto his dick in one quick snap.

It feels like an electric shock is shot up your spine and goes straight to your head being immediately filled to the brim. He gives you no time to adjust before he’s fully lifting your body by your waist up and down on his cock.

“Ah! Fu-ck! Lo-ak!” Your words and breaths are broken from how he’s making you bounce on top of him.  

“Shit, your pussy is so fuckin perfect” he says through gritted teeth.

His big hands on your smaller frame completely take control of your movements and you have no choice but to let him have his way with you. His dick continues to bully its way into your tight cunt and kiss your cervix making your toes curl.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum inside of you, mama. You want that, hm? Want me to fill you up?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell from the look in his eyes and his laser focus on you how close he really is and how badly he wants to give you everything.

“Yes, yes, yes, please Lo’ak!” your vision is already starting to spot as you near your own high while he keeps using you as his own personal fuck toy.

“Hng, shit!” he bucks his hips up to match the way he’s moving your body for you a few more times before the heat of his cum starts to fill you from the inside out. It sends you over the edge into your own orgasm and your pussy clamps down on him even tighter if that was even possible. Lo’ak sucks in a sharp breath feeling how tight you are around him and his forehead falls forward onto your chest waiting for you to stop milking him for all he’s worth.

His hands finally let go of your waist and they fall to sit on top of your thighs while you both try to catch your breath.

Suddenly the TV booms from across the room, “I am Bruce Almighty! My will be done!” making both of you snap your head in its direction.

“What the fuck movie did you put on?” Lo’ak laughs breathlessly.

“I have no fucking clue and I kind of don’t really care” you laugh equally out of breath. “But it looks like we still have some time before it’s over…” you lightly suggest.

He already knows what’s on your mind and a devilish smirk crosses his face.

[mattsobvimyfav]

roommates (matthew sturniolo)

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It was a quiet night in our dorm. The two twin beds had been pushed together weeks ago, and ever since, Matt and I had spent every night like this, lying side by side, lost in our own worlds on our phones. The glow of the screen lit up his face as he scrolled through whatever had his attention.

I was mid-swipe through TikTok when his voice broke the silence.

“Are you my girlfriend or what?”

My thumb froze, and I turned my head to look at him. He was still staring at his phone, acting like he hadn’t just casually dropped that question into the room.

“What?” I asked, sitting up slightly against the pillows.

He finally looked over at me, one eyebrow raised. “You heard me.”

“I mean, yeah, but… I don’t know if that’s how you ask,” I said,

Matt smirked, tossing his phone onto the mattress and shifting so he was propped up on one elbow. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have gotten down on one knee or something?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way my heart was hammering in my chest. “No, but I don’t know.”

He shrugged, his smirk softening into something more serious. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I just… I don’t know what we’re doing if we’re not dating.”

“Well…” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t think you wanted a label. You’re not exactly the lovey-dovey type.”

“I’m not,” he admitted, reaching out to tug lightly on the hem of my sleeve. “But I don’t want you thinking this is just some temporary thing for me. It’s not.”

“So… what are you saying?” I asked softly.

“I’m saying I want you to be my girlfriend,” Matt said, his tone more certain now. “But i'm not doing all the romantic shit, so you’re gonna have to deal with that.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “Good I hate it”

“So, is that a yes?”

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. “Yeah, Matt. That’s a yes.”

He leaned over and kissed me.

The dorm was quiet, the warm glow of our desk lamp filling the room as Matt and I lay on the bed. I was scrolling through TikTok, feeling cozy with him beside me. An idea struck, and I nudged him with my elbow.

“What?” he asked, glancing up from his phone.

“Let’s make a TikTok,” I said, already opening the app.

He sighed dramatically. “Why?”

“I’m just gonna play this song, and we look at each other. That’s it,” I explained, finding No.1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys.

Matt gave me a doubtful look but didn’t argue. “Fine. Whatever.”

I set up the phone to record, sitting in front of him. As the intro played, we adjusted slightly to fit in the frame, my legs going around his waist basically sitting on his lap and then the lyrics hit: “The look of love, the rush of blood.”

I turned to look at him, and he did the same. For a moment, it was just us—his sharp jawline, the way his blue eyes softened as they met mine. But before I could even process the butterflies that came with it, I broke into a laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, but he was already grinning too, his laughter bubbling up.

“I don’t know!” I said between giggles, trying to hold it together.

He shook his head, leaning back against the headboard. “You’re ridiculous.”

I stopped the video and quickly edited it. The clip was simple: us locking eyes, my laughter breaking the moment, and his grin spreading in response. I posted it with the caption: my boyfriend 🥰.

Matt caught a glimpse of the post as I set my phone down. “Seriously?” he asked, but his tone wasn’t annoyed—it was amused.

I shrugged, leaning against him. “It’s official now. The internet knows.”

“You’re something else,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around me.

Not even an hour after posting the TikTok, my phone started vibrating nonstop on the nightstand. I grabbed it, squinting at the bright screen in the dim room. Notifications were piling in, but it wasn’t the usual likes or sweet comments I’d expected.

“Oh my god,” I muttered, scrolling through the sea of responses under the post.

“What?” Matt asked, glancing over from where he was sitting, his phone still in hand.

I sighed, holding up my phone so he could see the comment section. “The TikTok blowing up. But not in a good way.”

Matt scooted closer, reading over my shoulder.

“She’s so plain, wtf is Matt doing with her?”

“She’s not good enough for matty.”

“She’s ugly”

“This can’t be real. He’s supposed to be mine.”

The hate didn't even make me mad, It made me laugh a little inside knowing he was mine. 

“Jesus Christ,” Matt muttered, running a hand through his hair. He looked pissed.

“It’s fine,” I said quickly, “It's kinda funny.”

He grabbed his phone and opened the app, quickly realizing what had happened. Their account—the triplets’ official TikTok—had hit one million followers a week or two ago, and fans were swarming their content, including my post.

“Y/N, you’re not looking at those comments again,” Matt said firmly, setting my phone aside.

“I’m not,” I said, kind of annoyed he didn't believe I truly didn't care. 

“They’re jealous. And they’ll get over it.” Matt said, his voice sharp. 

I let out a small laugh, “You really think they’ll get over it? They are inlove with you Matty”

“Yeah, well we’re not breaking up. You are stuck with me,” he said confidently, pressing a quick kiss to my temple.

I closed my eyes, “Great.”

After posting the TikTok, Matt and I decided to call it a night. I tossed my phone onto the nightstand, trying to ignore the notifications still rolling in. Matt slid into bed beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist as I settled into his chest.

The next morning, I woke up to the familiar buzz of my phone vibrating against the nightstand. Groaning, I reached over to grab it, squinting at the bright screen. My eyes widened as I saw the number at the top of my TikTok profile: 23,482 followers.

“Matthew,” I said, nudging him awake.

He groaned, burying his face in the pillow. “What?”

“Look at this,” I said, shoving my phone in his face.

He blinked a few times, then sat up straighter. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah,” I said, scrolling through the flood of notifications. “It’s insane. The comments are all over the place now. Some are nice, some people want me dead.”

Matt leaned over, resting his chin on my shoulder as he scrolled with me. “You’ve got a mix of people who love you and people who can’t stand you. That’s basically the internet.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “And look there are a bunch of editing accounts following me now I can watch edits of you”

“Jesus fucking christ” he said, throwing his head back. 

I laughed, setting my phone down. “Now come on. Let’s get breakfast before you spend the whole day glued to your phone.” Matt said standing up

I rolled my eyes but let him pull me out of bed. 

It was friday which meant there was one last party until we leave for a month next week, I stood in front of the mirror, eyeing my outfit. I had chosen a black mini skirt that hugged my hips perfectly, paired with a loose black cropped top that fell right below my boobs, which showed a little underboob.

Charlie, who had already finished her makeup, leaned against the doorframe and smirked as she looked at me over. “You look hot. Matts going to try to fuck you right at the party”

I rolled my eyes “Thanks, but we havent fucked yet”

Charlie’s face dropped. “WHAT? You two make it official and you haven't even slept with him since that first time? Dude he's in love with you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I don't even know but I'm so horny I think its time I give it up.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “I cant even believe that, Me and Chris fuck like every day”

I shrugged. “I just need to make the first move because I told him he had to wait”

She grabbed her clutch and shook her head. “Just fuck him already… again?”

I laughed at her knowing she was right, I grabbed my phone to send Matt and Chris a quick text.

Y/n: Are you guys coming to the party tonight or what?

Not even a minute later, Matt’s reply popped up on my screen.

Matt: We’re on our way. See you there be safe sexy

I smiled, slipping my phone into my pocket as I turned to Charlie. “Let’s go.”

Charlie and I walked down the street toward the party, the cold air hitting my skin as we joked and laughed, both of us feeling the anticipation for the night ahead. By the time we reached the front door, the sounds of music and laughter spilled out.

As we walked in, I immediately spotted Matt and Chris sitting on the couch, laughing with a couple of other people.

“Let’s get some drinks first,” I said to Charlie, glancing over at them but deciding to give it a second before we went over.

“Good idea,” she replied, winking as we made our way through the crowded living room.

The kitchen was bustling with people mixing drinks and grabbing snacks. Charlie and I exchanged a look before grabbing a couple of shots. I knocked it back quickly, feeling the familiar burn go down my throat. The warmth hit my chest, and I grabbed a mixed drink to follow it up.

“Ready to get to our boys?” Charlie asked with a mischievous smile.

“Always,” I said, taking a deep breath as we both turned back to the living room.

We walked over to Matt and Chris, who were still casually chatting on the couch. Without missing a beat, I sat down on Matt’s lap, Charlie following suit and settling on Chris’s.

Matt’s hands instinctively went to my waist as I settled into his lap.

“You two took long enough,” Chris said, grinning at us.

I shot him a playful look. “We were just getting our drinks.”

Matt’s hand stayed on my waist.

Charlie was already chatting away with Chris, but my attention was split, with every little move from Matt. 

Matt's fingers brushed against the front of my shirt as he grabbed it lightly, trying to pull it down a little, "Don't you think you're showing a bit much?"

I rolled my eyes, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks but not wanting to let him get under my skin. His hand was still on the fabric, tugging it down slightly, and I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for a reaction.

Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered just loud enough for him to hear over the music, "If you're a good boy tonight, you can take it off me."

I could feel Matt stiffen under me, his grip going back to my hips. 

“You just made my dick so hard, Lets leave this party now” I giggled at his words shaking my head.

“Nope, have to stick out tonight Matthew.” With that I turned back to Charlie and started a conversation with her and Chris.

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@namelesssav @christmastreecake @mattsturnii @sturnrc @larnieboox88

@tbfaptbfae @2muchofaslvt @sturnioloshottiekay

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[rafesveryrealgf]

JJ Maybank x pregnant!reader

Summary: no plot fr, just a cute moment w jj and his pregnant gf

Warnings: pregnant reader, mentions of sex (no actual sex), cursing, dad!jj, pet names (baby, sweetheart + princess)

“J, can you please take a break for a second,” you yelled from the living room in hopes it would carry all throughout the hallway and into your unborn baby’s room where JJ had been working on building the crib for hours at this point and he’d barely had any luck. JJ wasn’t the type to follow directions and the nerves of being a dad soon sure as hell made it harder to focus on anything for more than a minute.

He was scared. He was nervous. but he was excited too.

The clacking and banging stopped for a minute so you could hear him speak clearly. “Just a minute, baby.” He yelled back.

You groan when you hear things banging around some more, crib pieces hitting the carpeted floor. You throw your head back against the couch, rubbing your stomach in hopes it would make you less miserable.

“You said that an hour ago, J. If you don’t get your ass over here, I’m coming to you.”

“Don’t- don’t move! M’coming!” He’s drops everything instantly, afraid that you’d injure yourself by simply standing.

As soon as you told JJ you were pregnant, doing anything for yourself was absolutely out of the question.

When you hit your third trimester, JJ was even worse. You need water? JJ will get it. You need to go pee? JJ is either carrying you there or holding your hand the whole way. If he had to work he’d make Sarah and Kiara take turns checking up on you throughout the day until he was back home.

You were now seven months pregnant and he decided since he was off of work for the day, that today would be the day he finally puts up the crib.

He ran to the living room just before you could stand up all the way straight.

“What do you need, baby? You hungry? Thirsty?” He questions whilst out of breath, now standing in front of you. He grabs your shoulders and sits you back against the couch. “Stay put. I’ve got it.”

He’s a second away from making his way to the kitchen to get whatever you need before you speak again.

“No,” You whine, throwing your head against the couch once again in annoyance. “I miss you, J.”

“Baby.. we don’t have much time left before the baby gets here. I’ve gotta put this crib together now.”

“Let’s just get Pope to do it.” You plead. “He’s good at following directions and shit.”

“You want another man working on my kids crib?” He scrunches his face up, waving you off and shakes his head. “S’not happening, baby.”

You look up at him and roll your eyes. “JJ, if you don’t get help, it won’t ever be put together.”

JJ scoffs at that, offended by your choice of words. “Wow.. okay, rude.” He presses a hand to his heart dramatically.

“I’m serious, J.” You inhale deeply following it up with a huff.

“Baby, have some faith in me.”

“Last time I had faith in you, it resulted in a pregnancy. So, I’d rather not.” You referred to the time JJ promised to pull out.

You were now seven months pregnant with his child.

He cringed at that, ashamed that he had such a weak pull out game. “Anyway,” he changed the subject quick. “It’ll be done by tonight, baby. Just wait and see.” He bent down to give you a quick kiss to your cheek before running off to the baby’s room again.

You exhaled sharply. You just wanted attention.

You got up from the couch quietly, afraid he’d come running to you before you could make it down the hallway.

When you got to the baby’s room, you stood in the doorway, admiring the way he looked while deep in his thoughts. He was sitting on the floor, his back turned to you and his back muscles moving as he picked up pieces from the white crib, from off of the floor. His biceps straining as he tried piecing them together.

“Baby,” you said quietly, leaning your head against the door frame, placing your hands on your swollen belly.

He looked back quickly. “Sweetheart, what are you doin’?” He questioned, standing up swiftly to grab you. “Go sit down.”

He put his arm around your waist to walk you back down the hallway.

“I need to walk around. Stop hovering.” You twisted your body so that you were no longer in his grasp.

He was a little taken aback by that. “I’m not hovering.” He scoffed. “I’m just tryin’ to care of my girls.”

You were silent for a bit. He was hovering. “I wanna be able to move around, J.” You whine. “I’m bored of just sittin’ on the couch. If you won’t spend time with me, I’d like to at least be able to walk around.”

“Alright, m’sorry. I’ll spend time with you, the crib can wait.“ He wraps his arm around your waist again. “What you wanna do princess?”

The corners of your mouth pull into a smile. “Wanna cuddle?” You say excitedly.

“Yeah.” He looks down at you, his ocean blue eyes staring into your soul, his lips form a big closed mouth smile. “Yeah, of course I do.”

[ufcconor]

Come on, baby

Knox x F!Reader

(Y/n) Brandt has a history with her fathers most trustworthy hit man

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Getting the call from Gerald Brandt was a surprise to say the least. “Knox, I need you!” “What do you need?” Gerald screams into the phone, “Knox, my Idiot son is fucking things up!” “I’ll leave right away.” “And Knox, look after (y/n).” Knox pauses, excitement brewing in him. “You know I will.”

~

I see a man walking down the dock to the shitty houseboat named so cleverly “The Boat”. I sit up from my chair, holding onto my hat in the low wind as the boat rocks in the water. “That’s the new bouncer at the roadhouse Ben keeps going on about?” The smirk grows on my lips. My friend meets my gaze, staring at the man as he steps onto the boat and shamelessly begins to work out in the sun. “He’s hot.” I lean on the railing.

I wave my hand towards him as my boat sails by. “Looking good over there!” He stops mid-sit up and waves with a small smile before continuing his set. My friend scoffed with a smile. “I'm assuming you’re taking a trip down to the bar tonight.” I shrug sitting back in my hair and sipping my margarita. “Might be.”

I walk into the bar and scan the scene. The music is upbeat, and the people seem to be calm… for now at least. I allow my eyes to scan the entire place until I see him. Sitting at the bar, and quietly observing. I walk to him and take the seat directly beside him. I smile at the bartender, “Rum and coke please.”

The man beside me smirks as I mindlessly pat my fingers on the bar looking around. I meet his eyes and drop my jaw dramatically. “Well, what are the chances? Hey there handsome.” “My name’s Dalton.” I shake his hand, “(y/n). Nice to see you again. Shirt on this time, but we can work on that.”

Night after night I’d go to the roadhouse and sit with Dalton. Flirting and talking, were all fun. When there was an issue he’d get up, handle it with some sarcastic banter and strong punches, and then he’d be back beside me with a cheeky smile as if nothing happened. I like a man who can handle himself. He was a sweet guy to top it off. He definitely shouldn’t be the one to be here taking care of this matter. He shouldn’t have to be the one to deal with my idiot brother and his schemes.

~

I put six sandwiches on a plate and exit the home to the back patio. “Sandwiches are on the bar!” I yell to the boys as I sit down in a chair, opening my book. Not long after I gained inner peace, a loud collision struck right in front of the house. I tear my shades off as a figure enters. “Who the fuck put those bikes in my way?” I watch as Knox strolls in. “Who the fuck are you?” Clyde asks. Knox raises his hand to his face, “Shh.”

He walks to the bar and praises the leftover sandwiches. “Thank you, God. Sandwiches. I’m fucking famished.” He bites into the bread with a growl.

This can not be happening. I was set on the fact that I would not have to see this asshole ever again. The memories flash so quickly. A day full of shopping. The 4 bottles of wine at the most expensive restaurant in Rome. Romantic walks down the streets. Long nights full of him showering me with endless pleasure.

Moe bursts in quickly, “He knocked all the fucking bikes over!” I roll my eyes going back to my book. I’d rather not be involved in whatever the hell he’s doing. I turn the page in my book trying to focus on the words cascading down the page but I can feel his eyes burning onto my frame. Clyde towers over him. “Now you got a big ass problem, bucko.”

Knox nods, mouth full, “No shit! First off, I’m going to need more than 3 sandwiches.”

“I wasn’t done talking.” Clyde cuts Knox off.

Knox glares at Clyde, meeting his gaze with power. “Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, lad.” He pushes past Clyde and nears my chair. He stands next to me, looking down at me. I put my book down with a huff. Knox smiles, “What darlin’? Not a word for me? Thought you’d be happy to see me.” I stand up, bumping his arm as I walk past him.

Knox plops down in my seat, lounging back. “Aye, baby. Are you going to make me some more sandwiches or what?” I flip him off as I slam the door shut. “Stupid mother fucking Irish asshole.”

I tear my bathing suit off in a rush. Why the fuck has he come here? Something to do with my father no doubt. I step into the shower trying to calm my nerves, trying to burn out the heat that ignites in my core. He always had this effect on me. I can't help but remember the night.

I lay back on the couch, my dress hugged my body tightly. Knox saunters over with another glass of wine for me. “Mhh thank you,” I mumble out. He takes a seat next to me. I lay my legs over his thighs, beginning to look over his entire frame. He was big (no doubt everywhere). I run my foot over his crotch. He narrows his gaze at me. “Nah, lassie. That’s not in the cards for you.” He grabs my ankles putting my motions to a stop. I sigh before standing, rolling the wine into my glass. “I thought you were fun.” I lean down to my phone, putting some music on. I sway my hips, my back facing Knox. I down my glass of wine, turning around and arching my back on the wall. His eyes glued to my frame, his orbs burning into mine. I take a step forward, lowering the zipper of my dress with each step. I stand in front of him, zipper completely down, the dress hanging loosely. I lean down, my hands on his shoulders. “Still not in the cards? Even for me?” Knox chuckles, forcing his eye contact to the wall. “You father would have my ass, baby.”

I stand straight again. “Hm, that’s a shame.” I let the straps of the dress off my shoulders, it cascades down to the marble floor delicately. Only clad in my panties and expensive heels I turn away from him, leaving the dress at his feet.

“Fuckin hell.” He mumbles.

Before I know it I’m tossed onto the bed and Knox is kissing up my body and pampering my exposed breast with kisses and bites.

Soon his fingers pumping deliciously in and out of my heat. I arch up with a loud cry as an orgasm races through me. “There's a good girl."

I splash water onto my face. I can’t allow myself to get tangled in with him again. There’s nothing there but an empty promise. I know the bed will be cold by morning.

I step out of the shower and dry my body with the towel before hanging said towel up on the door. I bent over, flipping my head over to start drying my wet hair.

“I always did adore this side of you, love.”

I shoot up and turn around. “What the fuck!” I snatch my towel off the door and hold it up in front of me. “Get out!” He doesn’t. Instead, he walks closer causing me to back up until I hit the countertop. He places his arms on either side of me, making a chance for an easy escape difficult.

He bites his lip looking at my poorly hidden body. He catches the hem of the towel in his fingers. “Why don’t we catch up?” I look at him with wide eyes and anger boiling in my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Knox sucks in a breath. “Now listen, I know how it looked back then.” I scoff and push him away. He doesn’t fight me and allows me to pass. “Hate to see you go, but I love seeing you walk away, baby.” I enter my bedroom and with one last glance at Knox, I slam the door shut.

~

Ben walks into the back patio and sees Knox sitting in a tanning chair, eating a plate of sandwiches. “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” Knox nods, “Hey. I got a message for you. From your father.” He stands facing Ben.

Bem furrows his brow, “A message? My father? And what… What is this “message”?” Knox pops Ben in the nose quickly before tossing his arm over his shoulders. “You’re Ben, right? Jerry’s son?” He chuckles removing himself. Knox admires the house. He points to the pool shed. “This is where I’ll store my stuff. And that master bedroom up there is mine. Move your sister's shit in with mine. You can take her room.” Ben shakes his head, confusion clouds his mind. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”

Knox grabs a golf club. “Your dad says you’ve been fucking things up.” He turns to Ben, who backs away. “He asked me to lend a hand.”

Ben scoffs, “How would my father know? He’s in a prison, rotting in a cell.” “Don’t be silly. Your father has spies everywhere.”

“Well, you can tell my father…” Ben starts but gets cut off by his sister (y/n) coming out. “Where are you going?” She rolls her eyes. “Why do you care?” She takes a step and Ben grabs her arm. Knox straightens up, anger brewing within him. No one gets to touch her.

“Is it the road house? To see your little boyfriend?” (Y/n) rips his arm off, “Believe it or not but I’m actually likable unlike you.” She walks off. “Don’t go to that fucking bar, (y/n)!” She turns around with a smirk. “Or what?” Knox watches her such as predator watches their prey. Fire brewed within his chest at the thought of some other man touching her, touching what he had claimed.

Ben runs his fingers through his hair, frustration existing on his face. “She’s such a pain in my ass.” He turns back to Knox. “I don’t need your fuckin’ help. I have it all under control.”

“No, you don’t.” Knox swings the club, making Ben back away again. “Yes, I have people out there right now… cleaning up this final issue, and that’s all…” Knox ignored Ben’s confident plan. “So, where’s this bouncer asshole?”

~

I enter the road house and move to the corner expecting to see Dalton but to my surprise, he’s nowhere in sight. Laura slides my drink over. “He’s late.” I furrow my brow. “That’s a first.”

An hour later Dalton comes in looking a little disheveled. He sits beside me taking a breath. “Hey.” “Hey, what’s going on?” He shakes his head. “Had a little mix-up with the sheriff.” I cringe internally, “A mix-up?” My brothers doing. Laura leans over conserved. “What are we talkin’ about?”

A surprising guest speaks a few seats away. “Yeah, what are we talking about?” Ben walks over, taking the seat next to me. “Hey, sis. Thought I told you to stay home.” Ben averts his attention from me. “I’m curious to hear what you were gonna tell her, Dalton. I’m Ben Brandt. (Y/n)‘s brother.”

Dalton smirks, “Let me guess. It’s your turn now.” “My turn?” “You know, to threaten me. Tell me to get out of town. Like your buddy, Big Dick.” Ben chuckled. “No. No, I get the impression that you can’t be threatened.

I wish you could be, but… I’d even bribe you if I thought money would work.” Dalton nods, “Really? How much we talking?”

“Ben, can you just fuck off?” He turns to me, anger in his eyes. “(Y/n) doesn’t it make you curious what an outsider like him… thinks he’s doing here.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Ben. Nor do I care. Just get the fuck out of here.”

Ben ignores me again. “So, I guess my question is… Why? Right? It can’t be just some competitive thing, you…you’ve won the fight. You can back off now. But you… you don’t. You just keep… punching and punching and punching. So, why? Why don’t you just stop?” Dalton stays silent causing Ben to exit like a toddler, anger blowing from his ears.

Dalton raises a brow. “Your brother, huh?” “I like to think I’m adopted.” The door opens and Knox strolls in with the bikers behind him. I watch as Knox scans the room making eye contact with me.

Knox strolls around, picking at two separate tables. “Hey, fellas. Looks like you’re havin’ a smashing night!” He swings the golf club smashing every bottle and glass off their table. Knox successfully starts the bar fight and chaos consumes the entire building.

“Dalton! Dalton! Dalton!” Knox screams as he scans the room. I stand up and walk towards him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Knox chuckled, lowering his head, our noses brushing. “A lot of shit. You wanna try to fix me?” His smirk grows.

“Dalton! Dalton!” On-demand, Dalton yells from the top of the steps. “What?” Knox looks over him as if inspecting. He tosses his head back. “This is the guy?” He asks me, I can see jealousy glowing in his eyes. “Leave him alone, Knox.”

He points to Dalton. “You know, I got sent here special. Just for you.” Dalton stays calm, taking a glance around the chaotic scene. “And you brought all your friends with you?” “I thought you might miss havin’ an audience. I was trying to be thoughtful. Like on pay-per-view. 25 quid. Watch me pulp your face!” Panic pumps through my veins. “You can’t fucking do this, Knox.”

Dalton stands a few feet away now. “You know this guy too?” Knox smirks and looks at me, waiting for my answer. “He’s my father’s employee.” Knox places his hand on his chest, acting like his feelings are damaged. “Aww come on, baby. Don’t be like that.“ He takes my chin between his fingers, his face inches from mine. “How do I know that you squeal when having your pussy eaten just, hm? Right here.” Knox sticks his hand down to my clothed crotch and pats my pelvic bone lightly. I gasp and move away from him. The act so bold in a public setting had my cheeks glowing red and a pool between my legs.

Dalton grabs Knox and shoves it away. “Don’t touch her, man.” Knox smiles at Dalton. “Nah, mate. You don’t get to touch her! SHE’S MINE!” Knox swings his club at Dalton hitting him in the stomach, before punching him and starting a brawl between the two.

I follow some of the bikers outside as they file out. “What the fuck was that?” I scream at Dell. “Stop it, (y/n). You know Brandt wants the road house.” I roll my eyes, “a shitty bar? For real?” I turn on my heel to walk back into the bar, but Knox catches my upper arm and pulls me to his car. “Let go of me, Knox.” He opened the passenger door and oh so helpfully assisted me in. “You and me. We’re going to have a little chit-chat.” He fumes. He’s angry. He flies off, tearing up gravel as he speeds out of the lot. He maneuvers through traffic, passing cars at high speed. “If you slow down we won’t live long enough to talk,” Knox smirks at me. “Ah baby, I’ve missed that smart mouth of yours, truly.”

Knox drifts into a lonely dock and slams the door as he gets out. “Let’s go.” Knox strips his shirt and shoes. I step out and lean against the front of the car, the sand damp on my feet.

Knox shakes his finger at me. “This ain’t you. Where’d my girl go?” I glare at him, “Maybe she’s back in Rome where you ditched her two years ago.” Knox, only a couple feet away smiles again. “All that? Baby you know your father had me running around for him.” “You left me alone with no explanation. You dipped that morning and never spoke to me again.” Knox nods, “Yeah, I did. That’s what your father told me to do.” “Yeah, and you always do what he says huh? Like a dog.”

Knox drops his smile. “And what have you been doing? You used to listen like a good girl. Now look at ya. Fucking around with these assholes.”

“Better than you.”

Knox grabs my arm pulling me to him. “Aww, now I see it. You’ve not been fucked real good in a long time. That it?” I raise my hand and slap him across the face. He pauses for a moment before a dark smirk grows across his lips. “There’s my tiger.”

Fuck it. This is toxic as hell.

I wrap my arms around his broad body, attacking his mouth. He holds me up, holding our bodies as close as possible. Our tongues battling, the passion seeping from each other's mouths. The clawing and scratching of our hands. He kisses down my neck, running his tongue over my collarbones. The hot breeze sticks to the moist surface. He pushes me back onto the hood of the car. “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, but first…” he flips the hem of my dress over my thighs, and separates them. “I need to taste ya.”

He kisses the soft skin of my inner thighs. A drunken state unraveled within me. Knox pulls my panties down, taking a look at my private. He nestled between my thighs, "Such a pretty cunt. How did I ever let you out of my sight?" The praises leaving his mouth caused me to gasp. I am unable to speak, unable to ask if he wanted to do this out here, on the beach, given any surprise visitor. All I could do was moan and arch my back onto the cold surface of the car. My heart was racing, blood rushing, toes being forced to curl.

His tongue brushed through my folds, collecting drops of the hot arousal. He moaned against my cunt, sucked on the pulsing bundle of nerves. “Knox," the call of his name made him chuckle against my skin. I had never known such pleasures besides him. I was already close to letting go, his mouth latching onto my clit, once again leaving me to arch her back off the hood. "Let go for me, darling."

With another breathy moan, I release, eyes rolling back into my head, fingernails about to claw stripes into the pain of the car. He lazily licked my slit for a few more seconds before he pulled away, moving up her body to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Knox, fuck me please," I whined, looking into his eyes, pleading. He smiled and followed my order within seconds.

My legs lay wide open for him to enter and while his hands hold my waist tightly. He shoved himself up my pussy with such an ease.

"You feel perfect, angel. Nothing changed." he moaned, his moves quickened fast. Noises of skin slapping against skin filled the area. "So fucking good" Knox panted in between harsh thrusts. My lower body just perfectly crashed together with his. I was in heaven as I felt myself coming closer and closer to my end. "I'm gonna cum." | whimpered so quietly that he could barely hear it. “You're the only man who can make me feel this good,” I whined, I was all his.

His movements grew slower, and he heavily breathed into my face. “You’re mine, (y/n).” I was so close, my body was burning. I nod breathlessly, “I’m all yours.” Waves of an orgasm beautifully crashed in, and it was only a matter of seconds before I would cum.

"Good girl." Knox panted and I knew he was about to cum. His hand wandered to my clit and circled it at a fast, pleasuring pace. That was it. I felt my orgasm finally coming in and I let out a loud moan. Knox growled into my neck and bit into my shoulder as he came right after me, releasing all of his warm cum inside me. He kept moaning and growling into my skin, both of us exhausted and in a blissful state. His body was limp on mine.

We laughed into each other's faces and after a moment of silence and just looked at each other. He moved over to his car, retrieving a blanket. “What are you doing?” I ask still lying in bliss. He spread the blanket on the sand. “A night under the stars. What do ya say, lass?” He picks me up and lays us down on the soft blanket. His hands went over my back, and it sent shivers down my spine. In this moment the world was perfect.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Interrogation

CW: manhandling, creepy whumper, psychological whump, fucked up superhero agency, implied torture, interrogation gone wrong, aftermath of raid

Masterlist

There’s no clear line between waking and not—just a creeping awareness of how wrong everything feels. The tilt of Teddy’s head is off, gravity pulling in strange directions, his body a disjointed puzzle he can’t quite piece together. 

As he regains consciousness, it hits him– all coming back, all at once– and his stomach drops. He shifts, instinctively, but cold restraints bite into his wrists, holding him fast. 

There’s dried blood matted into his hair. His right eye won’t open all the way. Something is wrong. His body, his mind—everything’s breaking apart. 

Then– 

Rufus. 

Bile rises in Teddy’s throat, worry twisting his stomach into knots of red horror. He had closed the teenager into the hiding spot before Savior had gotten in, but did he stay hidden? Was he still safe?  

The door swings open, as if on cue, and a man in a blue-striped shirt steps in, holding a steaming cup of coffee. The smoke peels upwards, vanishing into the white light. 

Teddy swallows. Hard. “Hello.” His voice cracks, his anxiety carrying his voice up an octave. 

The man smiles, lifting his cup in greeting. He takes a sip, then sets it down with a careful, deliberate motion. There’s something very controlled about everything he does. “Good morning.” 

Teddy’s voice doesn’t quite work the way he’d like it to. “It’s morning? How long–” How long have I been here? 

His panic is tangible, physical, very much there in the room between him and the officer, with only the desk between them. 

The man’s blue eyes are deep set and they widen dramatically as he laughs. The man doesn’t miss a beat. “It’s eleven a.m.” 

“Oh.” Fuck. Then. “Where’s– can I ask, sorry, where’s Elias?”

The man folds his hands around his mug. His smile reveals crooked teeth framed by a scratchy, half-grown beard but it seems genuine. “You’re polite, Mr. Wade. I appreciate that.” 

Teddy freezes. “How do you, wait–” he stammers, words coming out in uneven bursts. “How do you know my name?”

The man continues as if there’s been no interruption, but his smile tightens. “I’d like to ask you a question myself.” He lets the words hang in the air for a split second, then says, “Are you harboring a fugitive?” 

Teddy answers on instinct. “No, sir.” Lies on instinct. But his heart jumps into his throat and stays there. 

But he has to bite back a smile. Because that question means Rufus is safe.

Free.

Teddy shifts in his Christmas pajamas, ducking his head to hide the curl of his lips that he can't smooth out. Sure, his shoulders ache, and his blood is crusted in his hair, and the man across the table stares at him with an unreadable intensity.

But the taste of triumph is behind his teeth and he can feel the tension between his shoulders lessen in relief.

"No, sir," Teddy repeats, quieter.

The blue-eyed man leans forward with a quiet sigh. He's blunt, like a hammer, an open palm, a kick to the knees. "Don't lie to me, Mr. Wade. That would make my job rather difficult because I like you."

Teddy blinks rapidly, focusing on the dents on the table, on the dust motes floating through the light, on the dull thudding coming from his chest--anything other than those calculating eyes. "I'm not--" he breaks off, faltering, "I-- I have rights. Can I make my call?"

The man laughs. It's soft. "Do I look like the police to you, Theodore?"

Teddy's gaze flicks up. Shit. "You're..."

"Savior. Or at least, I work for them. No hero stuff though. Just a guy doing his job. So, where's the kid, kiddo?"

Alarm bells go off in Teddy's head. He plays dumb. "Who?" Then, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

"Oh, Theodore," his voice is conversational like they're discussing the weather. "Here's the thing. I don't believe you. And my friends? They don't believe you either."

Teddy scrambles for anything to say, and the sarcasm slips out before he can stop it. "Sorry, here's the thing, I go by Teddy. Theodore was my dad--"

The slap comes out of nowhere, knocking Teddy's head to the side. The taste of iron fills his mouth and Teddy, briefly, sees an explosion of stars.

He coughs, spitting blood onto the floor. It splatters in dark droplets against the stark white tiles. "You--" Teddy's voice cracks, "You can't do that!"

"Yeah, I kinda can." The man's kind demeanor becomes much more jarring as he slaps Teddy again.

Crack.

Teddy blinks hard, trying to clear the dizziness, and shifts his jaw to test for damage. The copper taste lingers, bitter and metallic.

"I'm not lying!" Teddy manages. "I'm not! I don't have a fugitive, this is ridiculous--"

The man crouches next to him, his face uncomfortably close. He has a tattoo peeping out of his shirt collar. "Do you think I'm stupid, Theodore?"

Teddy squeezes his eyes shut. He shakes his head slowly, his face throbbing with the movement.

He doesn't know what to do.

Their plans never went this far.

He has no idea.

"Don't make me ask my friends for help," the man says. He smells of too much cologne and it makes Teddy's eyes sting. "They won't be as gentle as I've been."

Teddy trembles.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmurs, his hand clamping down on Teddy's shoulder in a mockery of comfort, ignoring how Teddy flinches, breath faltering. “You're not built for this, are you?"

What Teddy wants to say is, I'm a fucking pianist, no. Instead, he says, in a whisper. "Sorry, but I don't know about any runaway."

The man's grip instantly tightens, pinching down.

And Teddy arches his back in pain, "Ah--"

"I never said anything about a runaway, Theodore," he whispers.

Teddy’s breath catches. “Runaway, fugitive—same thing!”

"So we've established you're a liar." The man's hand shifts to the back of Teddy's neck. “Good.”

Teddy squirms but says nothing, the silence broken only by the shallow rasp of his breathing.

"I'm going to get my friend." He pats the back of Teddy's neck and turns to leave.

As he picks up his coffee mug, he flashes Teddy one last smile. Cold. Deliberate. "And welcome to Savior, by the way."

Teddy's eyes widen. "What?"

"Yeah, you think you're leaving now? You lost that privilege when you started lying to me."

"No-- fuck, man, let me go!"

"See you around, kiddo."

Taglist: @rainydaywhump @whump-in-the-night @chaotic-orphan @violets-whumperflies @whump-till-ya-jump

[starlight-eclipsed]

DPXDC Social Media AU

Fic below!

The video started, the camera focusing on the scene before it. A teenager’s bedroom was shown, decorated with posters of space and model rockets. It was deceptively normal, had it not been for fans pointing out that they weren’t labeled LexCorp, Wayne, or any of the other leading names in aerospace.

“Hey everyone!” The teen in question greeted, smiling at the camera as he waved. “Danny here! Sorry for the radio silence—two of my rogues decided to do a collaboration and kidnapped a bunch of people. My parents grounded me and took all my video games since I kinda trashed a bunch of their equipment saving them, so I finally had enough time to record this. Again, grabbing a smartphone from you guys’ dimension was absolutely the right call. Looking forward to when the ones here will get to that level and I can use mine in public.”

Sitting back in his seat, Danny waved his hands. Papers from around the room were pulled up in the air, showing a variety of news clippings, report cards, and event flyers from the last year. “Sweet, that worked! I know it’s been a year, but I’m still getting used to these powers. Anyway, today’s topic is: secret identities! Specifically how much they can suck sometimes.”

The papers drop as he spins in his chair and folds his arms.

“Okay, so I’m gonna start this by saying I only speak for myself. Your dimension has a ton of other heroes who have all kinds of perspectives on this kind of thing. It’s also not an invitation to start harassing your friends and coworkers if they pull any stunts like the ones I’m gonna talk about. Some people are just flaky, some have other things in their life going on that they don’t want to talk to you about. In the extremely unlikely chance that you’re right and the friend who keeps bailing on you is a vigilante, you should leave that shit alone. No matter how justified you are in getting upset that they don’t have the time for you, trying to expose them can kill not only them, but everyone they want to protect. Don’t do it.”

Clapping his hands Danny tilts his head to listen for something before continuing. “With that out of the way and my whole family leaving the house, let’s get to it. Going ghost!”

A flash of light marks the transformation, revealing Phantom at the end. He adjusts the camera so that he remains in frame as he now floats in his room.

“So if you’re new here, let me run through the basics. When I was fourteen, I died and came back wrong. No, I won’t go into the details—I don’t need any of you getting any ideas. I can appear as human, so me and my two best friends decided to keep it a secret from my parents, who are ghost hunters. The current arrangement is that I go out as Phantom to fight off aggressive ghosts when they attack, and the rest of time I try to lead a somewhat abnormal civilian life.”

“Onto the topic. Now, the main reason people keep their identity secret is so that their enemies can’t use it to hurt them. I…sorta do that? I mean I’d be in a lot of trouble if ghost hunters figured me out, and the government here kinda revoked my human rights so there’s that. But there’s no hiding from other ghosts. Not when we can sense each other. I’m just lucky for the anti-ghost hunter solidarity, it’s probably the only reason my rogues haven’t revealed my human identity to the world.”

He shivered dramatically.

“So, humans. People. Being a superpowered vigilante is all fun and games except when an attack happens during class. I don’t even ask to go to the bathroom anymore, the teachers gave up on stopping me,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Don’t get me started on how many times I’ve gotten grounded or given extra detentions because I was busy stopping someone from torching a building or possessing someone to ruin their life in creative ways. I can’t just tell them why I wasn’t there, so I either have to act like an idiot who forgot that I have classes to attend or pretend like I was skipping on purpose. Which I was, but not like that, ya know?”

“Another thing! My grades have completely tanked. I used to be a straight A student, I needed to be if I wanted to be an astronaut. But no, I had to go and get myself killed, and now my biology is all messed up so I can’t even qualify for the physical if my grades were good enough. Which they aren’t, because now I spend most of my time brawling whatever ghost of the day. And like, sure. I could do my homework and study in the rest of the time I have that’s not spent sleeping. But that’s exhausting, and honestly I’d rather take the F than spend all my time working.”

He sighed, slumping down a bit in his chair.

“It just sucks. My sister is setting records on her exams, and I’m a few pity-grades away from being held back a year. At least now I can handle most of the regulars by myself, so I’m not dragging my friends down with me. They deserve better.”

Danny opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off by mist escaping his lungs. He groaned, using his telekinesis to put his room back in order (notably cramming his graded assignments behind his dresser) and reaching for the camera.

“That’s my cue. Here’s hoping I can handle whoever’s out there fast enough so I have time to get started on my book report. Over and out.”

The video ended there. For many, that would be the last they’d hear of what was speculated to be the best performance-style LARP series for a while. Fans would start analyzing the footage not in the comments section, which was disabled, but in a separate online forum.

However, there was one place, albeit less well known, that one Danny Phantom would respond in.

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Anonymous said

its good to see yuo posting again, but you looked really stressed. are you ok?

phantompaining

lol no

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metwise said

I completely agree with you on your recent video. Vigilante work is hard; I was lucky when I started out, and I still nearly died many times over. Don’t let your grades get to you, if your school system is anything like this world’s equivalent then it is based heavily on busywork. Next time you’re visiting this world, try looking into online schooling. There should be free resources online you can download and follow along at your own pace to supplement the classes you miss. So long as you score well on tests, you can make up for the homework grades.

phantompaining

oh ill have to look into that, sounds neat. not sure if ill get around to actually studying any of it, but its better than nothing. i cant wait for my earth to catch up with yours, online school sounds so much better

gottabeoakin

Ayo is that Red Robin? Why tf is he takin some kids larp so seriously

implusivefruit

bold words from the deathnote rp acc

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phantompaining

shoutout to my rogues, who beat the shit out of me, dropped some new ghost lore, then backed me up in fighting an army of the undead

also mech suits hurt like hell how does skulker do it

beetletakethewheel

Mech suits shouldn’t hurt??

phantompaining

my parents’ one runs on lifeforce

anyway if i had a dollar for every time i woke up somewhere i didn’t pass out in these last few days i’d have enough money to buy a burger

killmetwise 

How much do your burgers cost

phantompaining

(:

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phantompaining

when the hell did so many supers start following me where are you people coming from

superttk

‘why r there so many heroes’ says the hero on the hero site

01101001-01100011-01110101

its like the only anonymous platform left that doesnt suck

totallynotharleyquinn

Free entertainment <3

phantompaining

ok fair

phantompaining

wait a second

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coalminesinger said

Hello Phantom! I just wanted to check in on you after your last few posts. Did you enjoy your weekend off?

phantompaining

nope lol, technus escaped and I used one of my parents inventions to split myself to try and relax while handling the ghost issue and just made more work for myself

metwise 

#on the plus side my house is now on the beach #just in time for summer

You live in the middle of town???

phantompaining

yea putting it back is gonna be a pain

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phantompaining

ok this is gonna be a heavy one folks. like arkham asylum levels of shit. i just spent the last week with my family convinced i was going insane, and i need to vent

:readmore:

discowinginginging

That really really sucks, and I’m so sorry you had to go through that.

I went through a similar experience (only I was under the influence of a hallucinogenic drug that made me see, hear, and feel the villain in question, who wasn’t actually there). I was lucky enough to be on a team with someone who could read my mind and figure out what was happening, but if you can’t do that the next best thing is figuring out code words with anyone in the know. Obviously it’s not perfect, but some kind of word indicating that you feel like something is very wrong could save you a lot of trouble.

More under the cut.

:readmore:

phantompaining

…that could work? ill have to talk to my friends about it, but it sounds good

#thanks #still cant believe so many of yall are following this

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 25: Summer Flu

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Dino (flu)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen (mainly Seungkwan and Vernon, but also a handful of others)

Word Count: 1,715

“STOOOP!”

Chan jolted awake at the sudden shout, instantly moaning in pain. He touched his fingers to his forehead, body recoiling with achy pain from the sudden movement. He collapsed back onto one of his elbows, still massaging at his head as he desperately tried to find his bearings. The only thing Chan was fully aware of was that an incredibly loud noise had woken him (and something quite loud was still occurring just outside his bedroom door,) and that he was unbearably hot. 

And congested. No, sniffly. No, itchy. Shit…

“Huh’AHtuu! ITcshuu! HA’CHuu!”

Chan moaned again as he reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand with an all-too-familiar intimacy. He just barely registered the door of his room bursting open as he blew his nose, which prompted two more sneezes. 

“Oh shoot, yeah, we woke him.” That was Seokmin’s voice, whispered non-too-quietly. 

“No shit, Sherlock.” Jihoon that time. 

“This is the exact reason I told you all to stop fooling around.” Seungcheol. 

Chan finally looked up, squinting in the light of the doorway. He could see the three members he’d heard, as well as Soonyoung, Joshua, and Jeonghan. Great. A whole party. Just what he wanted right now.

“I’m right here,” Chan whined, sick of being talked about like an inanimate object. 

“Hi Channie.” Jeonghan waved gently. “How you feeling, love bug?”

Right. He had the flu. In August. That’s why he felt like absolute shit. Yippee. 

“Awful,” Chan rasped in reply. He followed that statement with a round of phlegmy coughs that even made him wince from how horrific they sounded. 

“Sorry for waking you.” Seokmin frowned apologetically. “Someone was being… cruel this morning.” He slowly turned to look at Hoshi. 

“Since when has offering a good morning hug been deemed ‘cruel?’” the dance leader shot back defensively. 

“Since you decided that said hug should also include tickling!” Seokmin replied. He was immediately shushed by Seungcheol, who had seen Chan wince at the volume of his retort. Seokmin’s hands covered his mouth in apology, and he mimed zipping his lips closed for good measure.  

“We’d hoped you would sleep through us all leaving for the day,” Seungcheol said with a sympathetic smile as he moved closer to the maknae. Chan frowned as the leader’s cold hand met his clammy forehead, as the sudden cool contact flipped his body’s switch from fever heat to chills. The younger man shivered, arms automatically wrapping around himself. Seungcheol watched the shift happen, and swiftly snagged a blanket from the end of Chan’s bed, draping it carefully around his youngest brother’s quivering frame. (Chan mentally sighed in relief that Seungcheol had chosen the blanket from the end of the bed, cause he hadn’t used that one yet, which meant this one wasn’t absolutely drenched in sweat. Small victories.)

“I wish I had,” Chan muttered, his voice so congested and husky and miserable that everyone in the room felt their heart break just a bit. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” Soonyoung said apologetically. “Kyeomie and I shouldn’t have been messing around. I’m so sorry we woke you.”

“I’d still be left out, though…” Soonyoung whined at Chan’s soft admission, dramatically falling against Seokmin’s shoulder. The vocalist melted too, unable to handle the sudden rush of guilt he felt. He had no real reason to feel guilty; it wasn’t his fault Chan was sick. But that didn’t make it easier to see their hard working maknae forced to stay behind. “Are you sure I can’t come to the studio? Even just to watch?” 

“Sorry, love, you know the rules: fever above 39.5 means no studio.” Seungcheol shook his head sadly. 

“And, no offense, babe, but you literally look contagious right now. Sound it too,” Soonyoung added. Chan’s pout intensified. Joshua elbowed Soonyoung’s side. “Ouch! What? It’s true! I said no offense.”

“Nah, I get it,” Chan replied, rubbing his hands through his hair. “But I hate it.’

“You know, only the performance unit has to leave early,” Jeonghan added from the doorway. “The rest of us can keep you company for a bit! We could even wash your bedding for you, if you want, love.” 

Chan shook his head. “You don’t have to…”

“What if we want to?”

Chan’s brow furrowed. “Hyung, you never want to do laundry.”

Jeonghan’s face fell into an unamused glare as the rest of the members in the room laughed. 

“Come on, Channie-bug. Let’s get you out of bed and into some fresh clothes.” Joshua extended his hands towards the youngest, and Chan obliged as if in a trance, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. He tried not to feel too embarrassed as he saw Jeonghan and Seungcheol stripping his bed, tried not to cry as the soft, gentle hands of Joshua and Soonyoung guided him out of his current clothes and into new ones. Sure, he’d actually been the one taking his clothes off and on, but something about being cared for like this made him feel helpless. 

But he did as he was told, including being ushered out to the living room. Chan felt ridiculous as he shuffled towards the living room. He was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt, a hoodie, sweatpants, and Halloween fuzzy socks with a blanket thrown over his shoulders like a cape. In the hottest month of the year. And he was still shivering. How humiliating. 

With a huff of annoyance at the universe, Chan slumped onto the couch. He vaguely remembered Jihoon asking what he wanted to watch on TV, the producer turning on whatever program he’d suggested. He vaguely remembered Seokmin mentioning making tea. He vaguely remembered all of the members who had been in his room reappearing before him on the couch, saying things right out of the playbook for caring for a sick person. But none of it really stuck. Sure, Chan appreciated his members more than anything, and he’d be thanking them profusely for all of this in a few days time. But right now, when he was so miserable and forced to stay home from practicing with his best friends in the whole world, he wanted nothing more than to be left alone to sulk and sweat the rest of this bug out. 

“H’etkCHee!” And sneeze. That too. 

As Chan sat back after being thrown forward three more sneezes caught in his hands, he felt something light fall into his lap, and opened his eyes to a new box of tissues and a Hansol. 

“Bless you,” the older man cooed, folding smoothly onto the couch next to him, one ;eg tucked underneath him.

“What are you doing here?” Chan asked, pressing a bundle of tissues to his nose. 

Hansol shrugged, completely unfazed by his friend’s ill temper. “Making sure you don’t drown in your own snot?”

“Gross.”

“You’re gross.” Chan kicked Hansol’s knee, prompting the rapper to laugh. “No really. I haven’t properly seen you in two days. I wanted to just exist with you for a bit.”

“Don’t you have practice?”

“Well, Nonie and I don’t have to leave for another hour or so.” Seungkwan checked his watch just to make sure as he fell into the seat to Chan’s right. He held a mug of the tea Seokmin had mentioned earlier, set the steaming beverage on the coffee table for the moment. “We thought we’d chill with you, if you’re okay with that.” 

“Sure, if you’re not worried about catching this.”

“Pretty sure that ship has sailed,” Hansol replied. “I’m personally not too worried about it.” Seungkwan nodded his agreement. “We can mask up if that’ll make you feel better, though?” Chan bit his lip, ultimately shook his head. Hansol smirked. “Too touch starved to let us leave, huh?”

“Don’t make fun of meeee,” Chan whined, burrowing into Seungkwan’s side, much to the amusement of his friends.

“Hey, Dino!” The trio looked up, (Chan extracting himself from Seungkwan), to see Junhei in the doorway, miming a throwing motion, a blister pack of pills in his hand. Chan held up his hands, and Jun tossed the packet to him, aim effortlessly accurate as Chan caught the medicine between his palms. 

“Thanks, hyung,” Chan replied. 

Jun blew him a kiss. “Feel better, bud.” Minghao’s head appeared from behind Jun’s shoulder, a sympathetic smile stretching on his lips as he waved. The faint sound of their manager yelling from outside had both of them running out the door. 

As soon as the door slammed behind them, Chan’s whole body collapsed inward in disappointment. Hansol chuckled. “Pouting isn’t going to fix anything, Chan-ah.”

“This is just unfair.” Chan hated that he was whining, but was too tired to stop his mouth. “I just wanna go to dance.”

“I know, hon, but you have to let your body rest.” Seungkwan’s fingers pet Chan’s hair soothingly. 

“This is all Jeonghan’s fault! If he hadn’t locked the door during the last GOSE episode…”

“Oh, trust me, he knows,” Seungkwan said, Hansol nodding along enthusiastically. “He had no idea you weren’t feeling well before that whole incident, so when he found out that he’d locked you in the rain and then made you sit in the A/C for all those hours? It wasn’t pretty, let me tell you.”

“But Wonwoo and Seokmin were outside with me! Why aren’t they sick? Why just me?”

“Well, again, you told us you were feeling off before the rain thing,” Seungkwan pointed out. 

Chan shrugged. “So? Wonwoo-hyung’s immune system is shit. He should be suffering with me.” 

“True as that may be, the honest answer is that life isn’t fair.” Hansol lolled his head to the side, staring directly at Chan. “And I know that’s not what you want to hear right now.” The younger man whined in reply, falling forward so his face smushed against Hansol’s chest. The rapper laughed, patting Chan’s back affectionately. “You’re so cute!”

“Stop saying I’m cute. I’m so fucking gross right now. You said if yourself.” 

“Chan-ah! Language!” Seungkwan chided, his eyes teasing. Chan lifted his head just enough to stick his tongue out at Seungkwan before melting back into Hansol’s embrace. Seungkwan and Hansol shared a look of adoration over Chan’s head. Yeah, this was exactly how they wanted to spend their next hour. 

[sturns-angel]

even when i’m not with you - m.s.

summary: while streaming, matt plays a song that secret!alt!gf showed him. when attempting to discretely shout her out for the music, he lets something slip. w/c: 1.1k no warnings! flufffff!

a/n: first postttt! i'm giggling and kicking my feet

my laptop is open and blasting music at full volume as i fold my clothes, cursing myself for letting it pile up this much. as i empty the basket of clothes, i hear my phone ping.

m🫀

streaming in 5 minutes if you wanna watch :)

i smile down at my phone and quickly text back, letting him know i’d definitely be watching.

matt and i have been dating for almost 6 months, but no one really knows. the only people that know are his brothers (obviously) and a few of our close friends. he likes to keep his personal life private and i don’t mind. of course, if he asked me to scream it from the rooftops i would do it without hesitation.

i quickly put my folded clothes away and put the basket back in the laundry room before rushing over to my laptop to log onto twitch.

i plop down on my bed, laying on my stomach and resting my chin in my hands.

“chattt!” chris’s scream blares through, causing me to wince a bit. “we’re back and we’re ready to have a fucking blast with you guys!” nick swats his hand towards his chest, hitting him lightly.

“stop fucking screaming, my god. not even a minute into this and we’re gonna get a noise complaint.” nick says, rolling his eyes.

my eyes fall to matt who is focused on the screen that sits right beside the camera, nibbling on his bottom lip. his attention is finally shifted as music starts to play and he readjusts his headphones.

“okay, what are we doing?” matt asks, looking over to his brothers who simply shrug in response.

“fortnite?” chris suggests and nick groans. “alright, what about fall guys?” he asks. they go back and forth for a minute, both of them getting increasingly annoyed.

my eyes stay fixed on matt who is reading chat, shouting out all the gifts, and pretty much just ignoring his brothers. i can’t help but laugh a bit when he looks up at the camera and rolls his eyes at chris and nick.

“fucking pick something! c’mon.” matt exclaims, throwing his hands up dramatically. chris and nick give each other a look before chris starts chuckling, mimicking matt’s previous dramatics.

“i don’t hear any suggestions coming from you, tough guy.” nick snaps back. “let’s just play dress to impress.”

after getting roblox pulled up, the boys switch seats leaving nick front and center to play first, chris right next to him, and matt sitting at the foot of his bed behind them. i shift around in my bed, leaning on my side and pulling my phone out of my pocket to mindlessly scroll through instagram.

about 15 minutes go by of the typical chaos that the boys create when i hear a familiar song start to play. i look back to the screen and see that it’s matt’s turn. i notice a small smile on his face as the song continues.

it’s a song i showed him the other day, even when i’m not with you by pierce the veil. we like some of the same music, but this side is usually something we don’t share an interest in. knowing that he liked it enough to add to his playlist makes my heart swell.

“matt, this outfit is making me nauseous.” nick grimaces at the screen and chris laughs, nodding his head to agree with nick.

“shut up. this is perfect.” matt mumbles. the time runs out and it goes to the judging. matt’s eyes scan chat and i can see a swarm of people freaking out over the song choice.

matt chuckles to himself and reads a chat out loud that was asking for the name of the song. “this is the song, chat.” he says as he drags the spotify tab into frame.

“yeah, matt’s been on that emo shit.” chris jokes. matt simply rolls his eyes and keeps reading the chat.

“as always, don’t listen to chris guys. a - um - a really good friend of mine showed me this song.” he fumbles on his words a bit and i can’t hold back the grin that creeps up. “yeah, i really like it so shout to them. love you-“ he abruptly stops and i feel my heart drop to my stomach. his eyes widen slightly, but enough for me to notice.

i know matt cares for me and i know he likes me, but we’ve never said that before. and now he’s just said it in front of thousands of people. obviously, they don’t understand the relevance of the moment, but i do. matt does. even his brothers.

they sit in silence for a couple seconds before matt quickly reaches forward and mutes his mic.

matt’s pov

“oh, my god.” i turn away from the monitors and look at chris who is now sporting a smug grin.

“what are you doing, idiot?” nick asks, pulling his hand up to cover his mouth, eyebrows furrowed together. chris falls back on to the bed, hiding his face in his hands as he laughs.

“what a romantic story!” chris exclaims between his laughter. “‘i told my girlfriend i love her for the first time over stream.’” he mocks.

nick stands up from his seat, shuffling out of the view of the camera as he doubles over in laughter.

“it’s not fucking funny, guys!” i argue, keeping my back turned to the camera. “she’s watching the stream, she definitely heard that!” chris takes a deep breath and finally sits up, shaking his head.

“maybe not. maybe she left the room or something.” he shrugs. i roll my eyes and let out a soft groan.

of course i love her. i really do, but this definitely isn’t the way i wanted to tell her that. i didn’t necessarily have a plan for telling her, but this… this way isn’t ideal.

“matt, you’re fine. we can just finish the stream then you can stress about you professing your love for your girlfriend to the internet.” nick says calmly, reaching over the desk and turning the mic back on. i let out a soft sigh and turn back to the screen, hesitantly looking over at the chat.

thankfully, no one caught on to what i had said and were only freaking out because we were muted. nick and i switch spots and i pull out my phone, contemplating if i should send some sort of explanation text.

what if i freaked her out? what if she thinks it's too early? i might've have just scared her away-

my heart stops when i see that she's texted me first.

doll🩶

i love you too :')

[heyidkyay]

10 Things Y/n Can't Live Without | GQ

Got to watching Matty's old one of these and just decided to try and write one for reader, it's silly and short but if it might be something you're into then I hope you enjoy x

“Hi GQ, I’m Y/n, and you might’ve heard a couple of my songs if you’re stuck watching this- if not, then boo, you suck.”

She pauses, thinking on it, then winces slightly and looks straight past the cameras at one of the shoot’s directors. 

“Can I say that? Is that too mean?” Before anyone can actually answer though, she waves a hand, “Ah fuck it, I don’t care. If Matty can act like a twat on his one, then so can I.” She bears a giant grin and then the lens closes in, switching from frame to frame to capture the few items she’s brought in. 

“Why are you here then today?”

She blinks and then exaggerates her eyes at the sudden reminder, “Not even five minutes in and I’ve already messed this up. But yeah, sorry! Today, I’ve brought in my ten essential items, and I guess you’re wanting to see them.” 

Wiggling her fingers, the scene then changes. 

1 - “A Lighter.”

She hums in reply to the voice, looking down at the item and then back up again. “I bet, like, if you had Harry Styles on here, his first thing would be something really nice and lovely, like Emma by Jane Austen. Seems the type, right?”

Scratches her nose in thought, “But no, you’ve just got me.”

“And what a privilege it is.”

She laughs and gives a mock bow.

“Anyway, yeah.” She continues on, fiddling with the clunky silver antique in her hand, “Not much to say about it, really. If you need a light, I’m your gal. Always prepped for arson or the odd joint.”

“Okay, probably shouldn’t say that.”

“Right, yeah ‘course, sorry. Um, don’t smoke weed then, kids?” She points at the camera with a mocking salute before the scene then changes again and she’s asked to flick open the lighter for a different shot. 

There’s a click and then the flame dies.

2 - A ziplock bag sits on top of the table. A basic run of the mill seal-again with a fading Tesco’s branded on one side.

“Ah, this is probably my most prized possession, I reckon.” Her eyes dance under the studio lights and a few chuckles can be heard from behind the camera.

“What are we looking at here?”

She drags the plastic baggy in closer and unzips it, taking a sniff of the strong scent that escapes. “Tea bags.”

“Tea bags? What kind?”

“Yorkshire through and through. Here in the states it’s so hard to find even a basic PG pyramid, let alone one of these babies.” She cradles it close to her chest, “Honestly would kill for a brew right now. But these things help me whenever I get a little too homesick- both on tour and when I’m just travelling.”

“Very lovely.”

“Very British.” She corrects with a wide grin.

3 - “I honestly want to meet the person who first invented headphones, because? Wow. What a man.” She sighs, almost reverently, opening up the AirPods case she holds with a single hand, one which seems to be covered in tiny stickers and a difficult to read engraving. 

“Reckon they had to have been the world's biggest introvert at the time. I mean, just imagine shoving shit into your ears trying to escape the idiots sat ‘round you, but then doing one better and deciding that you’d much rather prefer to listen to something sick.”

“How are they essential to you?”

“It'll sound dramatic. But I actually feel like I’d be lost without them? In a sad way. They let me disconnect when I need to, and with a job like mine that’s really hard to do at times.”

“And the last song you listened to?”

She smirks, eyes squinting at the question as she glances into camera one. “A demo.”

“One of yours?”

She merely laughs, and the joyful sound of it echoing around the studio space. “No, I wish! We’ll be waiting on that one for a while longer still.”

4 - The next item is slid into shot.

“Ah, my phone.” She clutches it in one hand but looks down at it, almost saddened. 

“It feels so stupid to say it’s an essential, because I miss the old days when we were all forced to go outside and knock about. But it really is. It has everything I need to keep me safe stored on there and also keeps me updated on things happening back home, just stuff like that. Plus, it really helps to keep my brain occupied on long flights and during meetings. So there’s always an upside.”

“What kind of case do you have on it?”

Her nose wrinkles as she glances down at the battered protecting she’s had since she first got the phone, and hums, “Just one of them hardshell ones- that what they're called? But yeah, it was a present- very much me, or so I’ve been told- and I was grateful for it. It’s scratched to bits now though, but my screen has yet to break!”

She winces, “I say that, but that’s it now. The next time it drops it’ll shatter, won’t it?”

5 - We watch as she sits a clunky old disposable before herself. It’s black and yellow, and slightly scuffed, but looks very well loved.

“Pretty self-explanatory. Just a camera, I take pictures, these things pair well together.” She turns it on and an unexpected flash goes off, “The price to print film is fucking extortionate though. So, don’t expect a copy of that.” She chuckles, alongside a couple of the camera crew and then slides the camera further down the table. 

“If anyone were to get hold of it though, they’d have a proper field day- but alas, what happens on tour, stays on tour.”

6 - The next item is one she toys with for a long moment, looking down at its yellowed pages before settling it down gently before her so that the camera can get a close up.

“A novel?”

She shakes her head, wearing the beginnings of a fond smile.

“No, this little beauty is my first child.” She states, splaying a hand over the cover of a leatherbound journal. Which earns her a few raised brows that she just laughs at before picking the thing up to flick through. “It is! But it’s also your quintessential songbook. Packed full of stories and lyrics and messy scrawl. I’ve got things sellotaped in there too, just as reminders or for when I lack inspiration.”

“What sort of things?”

With a hum, she thinks about it. “Bottlecaps? Um, a couple polaroids... Think there’s a seashell or two in there as well, from the time I was visiting a friend of mine in Barbados. So yeah, I’ve had it for years, just keep adding pages in. Need a new one though. Desperately.”

“Can we have a look inside?”

She peers down the book, hands cradling it almost protectively now, then chews on her lower lip.

“You can say no.”

Her eyes dart upwards again, “No, you’re all good. It’s just personal, you know? But yeah, I can show you the first page or so.”

Slipping off the elastic binding it altogether, the book practically bursts open on its own. She’s quick to flick to the very first page, which sports a couple of film pictures as well as the odd sticker, but is mainly just filled with miniscule scribbles.

The camera zooms in for a closer shot.

“So, all the doodles and wobbly words are just from friends or other writers I’ve worked with.” She points to a little drawing of a t-rex in the corner, “This here, was my mate George’s work. He’s vandalised quite a bit of this book, I can’t lie. But we’ve known each other for ages, and he’s produced and worked on most of my music.”

Then she trails her finger lower and across a couple of names, “There, Lewis Capaldi wrote that I’ve got a great arse, and then Noel Gallager graced a corner with his scribbled signature- still aiming to get Liam’s somehow. But I’m working on it.” 

She peers a little closer, looking for another story or detail to mention, “Oh, down here you can see a bit of blood! Like two or three splatters that stain the page.” She grins wickedly and glances back up at the camera, “That was from a time I tagged along to a Bring Me The Horizon tour, way back when. Oli sliced his hand on a guitar string and it was a proper mess. Bit mad looking back on it actually.

“What can you tell us about that main photo?”

She practically beams at the question, her gaze immediately shooting back towards the picture sat in the page’s very centre. It’s square and has its own doodled frame.

“That’s me and a couple of very good friends of mine. Bit of a difficult picture to make out, but only because it was taken with a flash and it’s about a decade old now.” She relays, dropping the notebook down on her forearm so that the camera guy can get a better look. “That’s Hann and Ross, and there’s G’s big smile. My oldest mate, Vin, is the idiot leaning over the shoulder of my cousin, Lol, in that very top corner, and then at the bottom there is Matty and I.”

“Very cosy.”

She smirks.

7 - “Number seven, what have you got for us?”

She huffs around an amused smile, “Do you know how hard it was to think of ten items? Like, if I was back home I’d’ve probably brought my mum’s dog along- or my settee. But I’m not, so I got stuck and as I was thinking about it I figured that these had to be an essential of mine. ‘Cause when I’m with the guys I’m sort of known for always having some sort of sweet treat on me.”

A pack of Haribo is placed down onto the table, alongside a red and yellow wrapped lollipop and a single bar of chocolate.

“So, you lot haven’t got any Tangfastics here- which is, I can’t even begin to fathom how you survive. Someone start a petition, please. But anyway, instead I’ve got these Zing things? Which are similar but not as good, no hate! Just the truth.”

She shrugs gently before opening the packet up and nicking one, then offers the rest of the packet outwards, smiling as a few step forward. 

“These two… these are from back home.” She claims as she drags the remaining two items nearer, “The lolly is a drumstick, don’t know if you have them here, or have even heard of them, but we typically get them in mixed or party bags back home. They’re a favourite, but I reckon that’s just mainly down to my mum’s love of them. And then this,” She moves swiftly on, twirling a wrapped chocolate bar between her fingers whilst she smiles, “This is one item I can't live without. They’re the messiest things, but taste so fucking good.”

“What’s it called?”

“A flake? Usually we get them on a 99, but they do them in multipacks and in like your local.”

“A 99?”

Her eyes widen theatrically before she drops her head into her hands, “I can’t do this today. Do you really not know what I’m on about?”

8 - A blue passport is chucked up in the air and she almost topples out of her chair to catch it.

“Ha!” She grins, waving the thing about smugly before dropping it down again. “This felt so stupid to include, but I couldn’t not. I need this for most places I go; hotels, airports… sometimes even a club if I’ve forgotten or lost my ID. But yeah, I couldn't just show you a pack of Haribo and then not include my passport.”

9 - A clinking breaks up the quiet filming they’ve been wrapped up in as they move onto the next item.

“House keys!” She exclaims happily, rattling the horde of keys she now carries.

“To how many houses?”

She rolls her eyes, not unkindly, and then smiles, wrapping the keys up in between her palms. “Three. But don’t worry, they’re not all mine!” She feels the ridiculous need to make known, but she only receives a few curious glances in return.

Taking the first set between her forefinger and thumb, a silver key and brass chub, she shows them off to the camera lens, “These are to my mum and dad’s house, they let me in through the front door whenever I want. Although I guess they're more so for emergencies, ‘cause I still like to knock when I turn up.” She shrugs a single shoulder, swiping through the keys again, “Also have the one to their garage on here somewhere as well- see, it’s that small one right there.”

Next, she dangles a single fob key and another silver cut in view. “These are mine. They let me past the front gate and the other one opens the majority of whatever else. Probably shouldn't be letting the world know that.” She snorts, but ultimately shrugs before moving onto the last of the three.

“And these,” She says as she rattles the chain to reveal a rather large horde of other keys, “Are to my very first flat. I shared it with a mate at first then things evolved and changed, so we moved onto something bigger.”

“Why do you keep them?”

“Why not?” She quips, grinning down at the set, “I mean, they hold a lot of sentimental value to me. Not just in the sense that they belonged to my very first place, but the memories I made there.”

She smiles back up at the camera a second later, now holding a little lego person that had been dangling from one of the many rings, “And there’s this little guy, too. Never had the heart to get rid of him or separate him from the others, so he just stays there. He’s beyond recognition now and definitely seen some shit, I can’t lie- actually, you can barely even make out his face or the shirt he’s wearing. See?”

She holds the yellow figure further outwards. She’s right about how disfigured the thing is, but there’s a slight mohawk to be seen and a faded outline of what once would’ve been its shirt.

“Can you remember where it came from?”

“‘Course! A friend, at the time, gave it to me. I got proper jealous of the one he’d been given at some wedding or other, like, just loved playing with it whenever we were driving and stuff. I did end up forgetting I had them at times though, so he got me one of my own just so that he could finally have his keys back.”

Her laughter is contagious, and she looks to be caught up in the memory of it.

10 - “I haven’t really got a tenth one!”

Her claim is met with quiet protests to which she mirthfully shakes her head at, “Honest! I was really stressing about it on the way over here.” She chuckles before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Have you got a special mention then? Something you’d like to claim your tenth spot?”

She gives a wily little smile, as though she’s just thought of something but can’t say it. “I do.”

A silence settles, and they’re waiting for her to continue on so they can wrap up the shoot, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Well?” One of the directors asks with an intrigued chuckle, wanting to know now.

That smirk of hers doesn’t dim and so she just shrugs, “I can’t say, but they’ll know. And they’ll be so miffed they didn’t think of it first.” She almost cackles at the thought but just shakes her head instead, grinning away happily.

“They?”

“Uhuh,” She agrees and then sits up further in her chair, a sudden realisation hitting her, “You know what? I think this essentially is my ‘get away’ bag.”

“Pretty sure Matty said something of a similar degree.”

A scowl etches into her features at that and she rolls her eyes, “Oh my God. He’s such a copycat-”

…

“You have your ten essentials now.”

“I do! I have my ten essentials.” She smiles into the lens, eyes skimming over the people laid out beyond it, “Honestly thank you all so much for having me, this has actually been pretty fun. Like, sort of got to go down memory lane and whatnot.”

“Glad to have had you.”

“So, I guess the question now is, who’s on next?”

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@/user actually obsessed w her @/user so many questions 😭😭 @/user Swear I’ve seen that lighter before ⤷ @/user :link to an old instagram picture on @/the1975 account: @/user anyone see what was engraved on the airpods case? @/user A demo?? I swear if it’s one of the bands I’ll sob. @/user HER SONGBOOK. THAT PICTURE. THE FACT THAT SHE HAS OLI’S DNA JUST ON HAND ⤷ @/user They’re so cute. It hurts. @/user i want Lewis to look at my ass:/ @/user George’s lil dino kills me off 😭 @/user ‘What happens on tour, stays on tour.’ WHAT HAPPENS ON TOUR Y/N? ⤷ @/user THE WAY SHE JUST SMIRKS TOO @/user What this video’s taught me, if you need an arson accomplice yn is your gal x @/user The lego man’s shirt!! Definitely a box there. ⤷ @/user And the mohawk too?? Dead giveaway. @/user Her tenth has got to be Matty no? @/user THE WHOLE HOUSE KEYS BIT? WHAT?? Didn’t she share a flat with Matty at one point? ⤷ @/user No, they did. But also “..things evolved and changed, so we moved onto something bigger.” So WE moved… WE 🙂  ⤷⤷ @/user We’re really just skipping over “a friend, at the time” then.. Okay! @/user 6:12 That bit at the end?! They?? This has to be about Matty, right? He’s the only one who’s been on before! @/user Have they always been together? This has me so confused rn 😭 ⤷ @/user Welcome to the club lovely!:) ⤷⤷ @/user At this point I’m actually scared we’ll never know ngl ⤷⤷⤷ @/user They are my roman empire @/user Can we get one of the Derry Girls on please! It’s not a want, but a need.