#the quiet part isnt even quiet anymore

[lesbianpills]

I love that phan conspiracies went from whether or not they're together to whether or not they're married

[fanficgirlysmhh]

Title: At what Cost

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Warnings: fighting, swearing, emotional distress

Word count: ~3200

Summary: love isnt always easy

The silence between you and Jude is unbearable. The house in Madrid feels too big, too quiet, and far too empty, even with him in it. It’s been five years since you moved here, leaving behind everything you loved in London. Five years of loving him fiercely, but also five years of missing yourself.

You’re sitting at the kitchen table, your laptop closed, untouched for the day. You’d tried to distract yourself with work, studying, or anything else, but nothing could shake the storm brewing inside you.

Jude walks in, his bag slung over his shoulder, fresh from training. His presence fills the room, but the emptiness in your chest remains.

“Hey,” he says, offering you a small smile as he sets his bag down. “Long day. You okay?”

You look up at him, your emotions barely held together. “Do you ever think about what I gave up to be here?”

The question hangs in the air. Jude freezes, caught off guard. “What?”

“I left my job, my friends, my family… my life. For you,” you say, your voice trembling. “And now I’m here, in Madrid, in this huge house, feeling like I don’t belong. Feeling like I’ve lost myself.”

Jude steps closer, his expression tightening. “What are you talking about? You’ve always known this is my career, my dream.”

“I know!” you cry, your voice cracking. “And I’ve supported you every step of the way, haven’t I? But what about me, Jude? What about my dreams? My life? I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Jude’s face hardens, his frustration evident. “You act like I’m the villain here. You knew what you were signing up for when you moved here. You knew football was my life.”

“And you’re mine!” you yell, tears spilling over now. “But it feels like I’m not even a part of yours anymore. Do you know how lonely I’ve been? How overwhelming it is to watch you live this big, glamorous life while I’m here, drowning?”

Jude runs a hand through his hair, his voice rising to match yours. “I’m doing this for us! Everything I do, it’s to build a life for us! And you don’t even try to make this work. You could get a job, make friends, do something other than sit here waiting for me!”

The words cut deep. You stare at him, hurt and disbelief swirling in your chest. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Just sitting around, waiting for you?”

“Well, isn’t it?” he snaps, but there’s regret in his eyes the moment the words leave his mouth.

You take a shaky breath, the tears now falling freely. “I don’t go out because I hate the spotlight. I hate the cameras, the questions, the way people look at me like I’m just your arm candy. And then there are the photos—photos of you with other women, Jude. Always other women.”

“They mean nothing,” he says firmly, his voice softening. “They’re just photos, and you know that.”

“But they mean something to me!” you shout, the pain in your voice raw. “Because I’m the one here, fighting to keep this together, while you’re out there living a life that feels like it doesn’t include me anymore. I moved my entire life for you, Jude, and I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Fuck”

—-

The fight leaves both of you drained. You stand there in the kitchen, the tension so thick you can barely breathe. Jude stares at you, his chest rising and falling as he processes everything you’ve just said.

“I don’t know what to say,” he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shake your head, brushing past him. “I don’t want to hear anything right now.”

You leave the room and retreat upstairs, the weight of the argument pressing down on you. You cry yourself to sleep that night, unsure of what the morning will bring.

—-

When you wake up, your eyes are swollen from crying, your chest still heavy with emotion. You grab your phone, intending to scroll mindlessly in an attempt to numb the pain. But the first thing you see stops you in your tracks.

It’s an Instagram post. Jude’s Instagram post.

There’s a carousel of photos—one of you and him in London when you first started dating, one of you laughing on the couch in your Madrid home, one of you kissing his cheek after a match. The caption reads:

“Five years ago, I met the love of my life. She moved across countries for me, gave up everything to be by my side, and never stopped believing in me, even when I didn’t make it easy.

She hates the spotlight, so you won’t see her at every event. But she’s the reason I get up every morning and give everything I have. Because without her, none of this would mean anything.

I love you. More than football, more than anything. I don’t say it enough, but I couldn’t bear a life without you. Thank you for staying, even when it’s hard. I promise I’ll do better.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you scroll through the comments—fans and teammates alike praising the post, sending love and support. For the first time, it feels like the world knows who you really are, not just Jude Billingham’s girlfriend, but his partner, his anchor.

You set the phone down and head downstairs, your heart pounding.

Jude is sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his hands. He looks up when he hears you, his expression uncertain.

“I saw your post,” you say softly, your voice thick with emotion.

He stands, setting the coffee aside. “I meant every word.”

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. He holds you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “And I’m so sorry. For everything. I want to fix this—I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.”

You pull back just enough to look at him, your hands resting on his chest. “I don’t want you to give up your dream, Jude. I just need to feel like I have a life too. Like I’m not losing myself for us.”

“Then let’s figure it out,” he says, his hands cupping your face. “You can split your time between London and Madrid. Take your old job back if you want. And when football’s done, we’ll move back to London for good. That’s always been the plan, hasn’t it?”

You nod, tears spilling over again. “I can wait for that. As long as we’re in this together.”

You stay there in his arms, the weight of the past few days slowly lifting. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.

For now, it’s enough.

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

stalker!dylric fanfic

includes kidnapping, cutting, bondage, unrequited romance, noncon, piss, etc.

note: its finally done. enjoy your slop/j. my break isnt over, but this is a big fanfic so i needed to post it. told you guys i didnt forget about it!

and through her window shade

i watch her shadow move

i wonder if she could only see me?

and when im with her I feel fine

if I could kiss her

i wouldnt mind the time it took to find

my lily, my one and only

“doing what?”

“all this back and forth crap! im not wasting my time on your bullshit.”

“im not wasting your time, you wont listen!”

“i dont want to fucking listen anymore. i dont need *you* anymore.”

“what the hell do you mean?”

“does it matter? just get the hell out of my house, dylan.”

-

dylan pulls his hair back into a short ponytail, making sure its out of the way. he pulls his hat on - backwards as always.

he glanced over to his desk, a bottle of chloroform sits waiting with a rag.

he had planned this for awhile now. it was always just a matter of when.

dylan and eric were best friends, always had been, but dylans thoughts and feelings were different about the other.

they both wrote in journals, but dylans journals had become littered with unsavory thoughts of his friend.

stalker wasnt a word he wanted to associate with himself, but thats what he was. he had been stalking his friend - plain and simple.

its easier when your person of interest is your friend. you know everything, you see everything, and you *feel* everything.

even when he wasnt supposed to be around, he was. he always found a way to be there and to know everything.

he grabs his black trench coat off the bed, putting it over himself and slipping his arms through. an action hes done many times before.

he picks up a pair of black leather gloves, slipping them over his hands and fingers. he listens to the creaks and cracks of the leather as he flexes his hands.

he didnt want to get anything on his hands.

he takes the rag and chloroform off his desk, stuffing them in his pockets before heading out for erics house.

-

getting into erics house was no big deal. he had a key that he may or may not have stolen himself.

it was late at night, everyone would be asleep anyway. he just had to be quiet.

erics bedroom being in the basement made it all the better.

he walked down the basement stairs, the old wood creaking under his combat boots, before reaching his friends room.

he pulled out the bottle and the rag, struggling to take the cap off but eventually managing.

he pours the liqud onto the rag, watching it roll off his glove and onto the floor. he swipes it away with his boot.

hes always prepared. eric would wake up he was sure.

he closed the bottle and shoved it back into his pocket, keeping the rag in one hand.

he opened the door to the others room, stepping inside and seeing his sleeping figure outlined by the covers on his bed.

he walks over quietly, admiring his form. eric wasnt much, but, god, did dylan think he was perfect.

he was laid in bed with the blanket pulled up to about the middle of his stomach, obviously having been displaced.

he was wearing his black and red kmfdm shirt as well as one of those soft, fuzzy pairs of pajama pants. he looked beautiful like this and he was sad hed have to ruin it.

he placed a gloved hand to the side of his face, just barely touching. he wished he didnt have the gloves on so he could feel his skin, but he had to make do. he rubbed his thumb over his cheek, taking in all the sharp, angled parts of his face.

he swallowed hard, reminding himself that he had work to do.

like stated before he had been planning this for awhile. he had all the details and plans down, but he never knew when he would do it or if he would at all.

however eric gave him a reason. he told him off and didnt want to be around him anymore - throwing their years of friendship away. that didnt go over well with dylan.

he eventually pulled his hand away from his face, but not without an issue.

the brunettes eyes fluttered opened from the disturbance, taking a second to adjust to the darkness, before being well aware of the figure standing above him.

dylan, panicking even though he’d known this would happen, is quick to hold his friend down and put the rag right over his face.

he wasnt as gentle as he wouldve liked to have been, but he couldnt help it. he blamed it on the boy he was holding down. he wouldnt just let it happen - he was trying to get him off and fight it.

however, the blondes height advantage and strength was quick to overthrow whatever power the other was using. he wasnt weak or pathetic, no, but he had been around him for so long he knew how to take him down.

the position itself made him feel confident. he was now over top of him on the bed, keeping him pinned down with his free hand.

“cmon, cmon, just let it happen.” his voice comes out in a hiss, listening to the muffled voice of eric trying to talk - probably telling him to fuck off or something.

however, hes thankful it only took a moment longer, because soon enough he was limp and unconscious, just what dylan needed.

he lets up, pulling the rag away from his face and sitting up on his knees.

he swallowed hard at the sight, but he couldnt let himself get carried away here - he had a plan to stick to.

he shoved the rag back into his pocket, getting off the bed and standing on his feet.

he picks the brunette up with ease - having practiced this. he would pick him up just to “make him mad” and to “tease him”, but it was really just so hed know how to take care of this part.

the weight of his body in his arms and the warmth he gave off felt so *good*.

he managed to get him up the stairs with minor difficulty, quickly getting him out of the house and carrying him out and down to his car.

he gets the back door open, carefully putting his friend across the back seat.

he stared for a moment with a small smile on his face, pleased with himself and the work hes done.

he leans down, placing a kiss to the others forehead. it was so gentle and sweet - a stark contrast to how he had to almost manhandle him before.

he stepped back, closing the door and going over to his side.

he could only hope that this would work the way he planned it to.

-

dylan took much care with eric when it came to bringing him inside his house.

he wasnt worried about the obvious issue of his family - they were out and werent going to be back for awhile. it was some trip that dylan decided to miss out on for this purpose.

he didnt want to just “keep” his friend either. this was temporary - their plans were only just a week or two away and he wanted to have time with him before then.

and to convince him he couldnt do it alone.

it was a two man job. there was no way eric could do it by himself, but after telling dylan to fuck off and to never speak to him again, he was trying to find a way to do it alone.

there was only about two weeks left - he couldnt change his plans that quickly and to that degree. besides, the school was massive - too many risks and dangers to doing it alone.

dylan decided to keep eric in his room, taking him in there and laying him down on the bed.

once again he looked beautiful - like some fucked up kind of angel.

he didnt know how long the chloroform would last on him, but he would be more then happy to keep him like this for forever.

however, once again, he doesnt let himself get too distracted.

dylan didnt want to have to restrain eric, but after all he knew him better then anyone else - he was not going to be particularly thrilled once he woke up.

he had gotten rope before hand, the standard stuff youd normally think of, and he gently moves his friend just enough to get at his arms.

he carefully ties his wrists together, making the rope tight, but not too tight. he didnt want to give him rope burn.

after tying the rope it was just a waiting game. he had to be patient and wait for his friend to wake up whenever he did.

-

erics eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of the room.

he felt disoriented and hazy to put it simply. everything was a bit fuzzy and blurry around the corners and he wasnt entirely sure where the hell he was.

he knew this wasnt his room and he would only be proved further once he started to realize where he was.

eric didnt remember being at dylans house. he remembered falling asleep in his own bed - not here.

he sees the boy in question standing by his desk, fumbling with something while his back was turned to him.

he didnt have a reason not to say anything, so he speaks up.

“ah, shit - vee?” his voice comes out a little rough and scratchy, but the blonde turned his head immediately.

a soft smile was on his face once he saw that he was awake.

“hey, man,” he spoke softly, but sounded excited “how are you feeling?”

he gets a confused and weirded out look in return. he never asked things like that - never *sounded* like that when he talked.

“i feel like shit.” he groaned, trying to readjust, while he started to feel an ache all over his body. most likely from dylan manhandling him.

he tries to move his arms, but is only more confused when he cant.

he turned his head to look behind him, brows furrowing at seeing the fuzzy outlines of rope around his wrists.

“what - what the hells going on?” he asked, looking back at dylan who was now standing right in front of the bed.

dylan sort of stares, not sure how to answer that. he didnt just want to say he kidnapped him straight up.

“i missed you,” he settles on “i wanted to see you.”

eric scoffed, pulling at the rope and trying to get out of them “*i* dont miss you. i told you to stop talking to me,” the anger is already clear in his voice “just let me go, dylan, this isnt fucking funny.”

“who said it was supposed to be funny?,” he retorted, the look on his face way too calm “i wanted to be with you. you cant be alone.”

the look he gets back this time is disgusted and even more angered then before.

“what are you talking about? seriously, what the fuck is going *on?*”

“you *need* me, reb,” his answer still wasnt very clear “you cant live without me.”

eric was pissed at the implication. he could live without dylan - he could do anything without him.

“you have no clue what youre talking about,” he scoffed, hissing as he pulled the rope the wrong way “if - if youre talking about nbk, then youre wrong. i dont need you.”

dylan frowned “its a two man job, eric,” his voice shifts to something more serious “everything you planned needs more then one person,” he kneels on the bed, mattress dipping under his weight “and dont pull on that - youll hurt yourself.”

he grabbed eric, forcing him to sit still.

eric, though, still doesnt want to accept any of this. this was so fucked - so disgusting.

he tried to pull away from the others hands, but it doesnt work.

“i can change it, i can *make* it work,” he hissed back, still struggling “i dont need you.”

dylan stares at him, grip tightening “you *do*. how are you gonna plant the bombs? how are you gonna take care of all the exists by yourself? what about everyone left over?”

the questions linger in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time.

eric doesnt know how to answer that. he wasnt dumb, he knew he wouldnt be able to do it, but he still wanted to try anyway.

“i havent figured out the details,” is all he settled on “i wouldnt have to be changing my plans this late if it werent for you being such a creep!”

he had caught dylan doing some less then normal things in his bedroom as well as how he noticed that his clothes, especially boxers and socks, would go missing after he came over.

it wasnt hard to piece it all together.

it was why he had stopped talking to him in the first place.

however, the blonde doesnt say anything back. instead, he lets go of him and gets up before walking back over to his desk.

eric wasnt a pussy - he didnt get easily scared, but hed be lying if he said he werent scared shitless right now.

this was his friend, surely he wouldnt do anything too bad to him, but at the same time he knew that was false hope.

there was some sort of disturbing sickness that laid under the surface. hed only seen it a few times, but he knew it was there.

“what the hell are you doing now?” he still had to keep up his act - he didnt want the other to know how horrified he was.

dylan still doesnt say anything. it only makes the other nervous.

he turned around a moment later, having what looked to be a roll of tape in one hand and a knife in the other.

“i dont wanna hurt you, reb,” it wasnt a lie, he really didnt want to hurt him “but youre not cooperating with me.”

he stands there, giving him the chance to go along with this and give in, but what did he expect? he had kidnapped and tied him up. he didnt want to cooperate.

“im not “cooperating” with anything,” he scoffed, trying to pull at the ropes again “just let me fucking go, dylan!”

the blonde frowned again, but he cant make him listen without force and pain. he was just too stubborn.

so, he gets back on the bed and overtop of eric, setting the knife down and ripping off a piece of tape.

before he has much of a chance to react, he was already grabbing his face and putting the tape over his mouth.

there wasnt much of a reason other then the fact he didnt want to hear him whine and complain. it was bound to happen because of what he was gonna do and it had already started - eric trying to pull away from him, saying something, but it was muffled and inaudible.

he loved erics voice and all the things he had to say, but right now he needed him to just be quiet.

he picked the knife back up, staring at it. he didnt want to, but he was being given no other choice.

“dont make me do it,” he gives him one last chance “i dont want to hurt you.” but all he gets back is more muffled nonsense - nothing that was him cooperating.

dylan cant stall any longer, so he takes the knife and forced his friend into a better position.

he lifts up his short sleeve a little, placing the edge of the knife to his upper arm.

its only now eric completely realizes what dylans going to do. he can handle pain most of the time, but he knew his friend. if he liked this then it would be over for him.

he quickly shook his head, saying something, while he kept trying to yank his arm away.

he never really thought of dylan as scary or intimidating, but, god did he look horrifying like this. he was sat over him, holding him down with a knife pressed to his arm.

dylan dragged the edge against his skin, a light line of blood trailing after it.

he wasnt doing this to hurt him *badly*. he was just doing it to inflict pain so hed listen - he didnt care about leaving lasting marks.

although, the second cut was a little deeper and it felt *good*. it felt good to do this - it felt good to watch the blood drip out of the wound once it was opened.

he even enjoyed the hiss it pulled from eric.

he wanted nothing more then to be sweet to him, but it was intoxicating to watch the blood pool and the skin part.

he added yet another cut, even deeper this time. he watched the skin part again, breath hitching at the sight.

eric on the other hand was struggling to keep himself together. he could normally keep himself in line, but like this it was nearly impossible. he expected dylan to do light cuts - nothing that would hurt too bad, but it was already worse then that and they were only on the third cut.

of course though, it would only get worse from there. before eric knew it dylan was letting the tip of the blade sink into his skin, *ripping* open a massive wound.

the sound he lets out almost sounds like a muffled scream, tears now gathering in his eyes.

the blood gushes from the fresh wound, pouring out onto the bed and getting on their clothes. it was a lot - a lot more then the blonde wouldve expected, but it was still mesmerizing to watch regardless.

however, he noticed the tears in his eyes. he paused, a new feeling of guilt washing over him. he puts his free hand on his cheek, wiping his thumb under his eye.

“dont cry, reb,” he frowned, finding it a little off putting that he was crying, but there was still some other kind of feeling that was lurking underneath all of that “i told you to cooperate.” his voice was gentle yet stern. it was clear now that he meant anything he said.

eric doesnt let his tears spill over, absolutely revolted by the blondes sweet touch.

however, he doesnt realize just how much this really did scare him until a moment later dylan was sitting back and looking down.

there was a wet spot right over his pants and it was as clear as day.

“did - did you just…” he seems almost in disbelief as he continued to stare at it. the brunettes face was hot with shame and embarrassment.

his friend though doesnt seem to be bothered by it, instead he swallowed hard “did i really scare you that much?” its not really a question - he already knew the answer and it felt amazing.

he didnt think he could scare him this much. he didnt think he *would* scare him at all, but to be able to scare and break someone down like eric was an incredible feeling.

the shame and embarrassment on his face was even more intoxicating then the blood he spilled.

he stared for a moment longer, but then quickly finds himself yanking down his pants and boxers which was met with much struggle.

eric didnt want to think that the boy he considered his friend was really about to do this to him. it was so absurd, but clearly nothing made any sense anymore.

dylan managed to pull them off, tossing them on the floor as he took in the sight in front of him. he stares at his bony hips and thin thighs, way his skin is shiny and wet from him pissing himself, and how his cock looked.

he didnt think he could last much longer. he makes quick work of his belt and jeans as well as his own boxers, getting them down enough so that he could pull his cock out. saying he was hard was an understatement - it made the boy on the bed want to puke.

he couldnt do anything though. he was stuck like this until dylan decided he was done.

the blonde doesnt waste time in grabbing his friend, manhandling him and forcing him to lay on his stomach much to his discomfort.

hes quick to line up with him too, and eric is beyond disgusted. he wasnt gay, he didnt like other guys in this way, and if felt so weird to have him pressed against him like this.

it was a betrayal of their seemingly already ruined friendship. maybe if dylan hadnt been such a pervert then things wouldve stayed the same, but it was much too late for that now.

he held onto his waist with shaky hands, the leather of his gloves making the grip easier, before he practically shoved inside of him with a groan.

he was tight - so goddamn tight. it was warm and inviting too and he wondered why he didnt do this sooner. it felt wonderful.

the brunette was in incredible amounts of pain. never mind the cuts on his arm, now he was being forced to fit something inside of himself. it was a foreign and odd feeling - his dick was making space for itself.

it doesnt matter to the one on top though, quickly pulling out before shoving back in. he does that again, and then again until he finds a good rhythm.

he tries to be gentle, but all hope of that is thrown out the window when he hears the moan of pain he pulls out of the brunette.

his hands hold on tighter, trying to go a little rougher, but its hard with how uncomfortable the slide is. his precum made it a little slicker, but it wasnt nearly enough.

nonetheless he continued, managing to get a quicker, rougher pace.

it was *heavenly.* he thought he would never get to have anything like this, but he was so lucky to get to experience this. it wasnt agreed upon or consensual in absolute any way, but the primal need for sex seemed to override that care.

he even lets go of one hip and instead puts it on his back, forcing the curve to be flat so hed get a better angle.

the boy under him could barely breathe with how he was being pushed down - the tape over his mouth only made it more difficult. he just wanted this to be over, but he wasnt going to do anything to help that. he wouldnt let him take the rest of his dignity.

however, dylan gets the bright idea to pick up the knife again. he puts the tip of the blade onto his hip, pressing down and carving a crooked line. he added a second, the two lines coming together to form a “V”.

the sight of it alone is almost enough to make him finish, but he holds off.

eric would always be his. there was no doubt about that - he would never let anyone take him from him. thats not how it was supposed to be.

“fuck, fuck, reb,” it comes out in a huff, placing the tip to his skin again “youre so beautiful, im so - so lucky to have you.” he digs the knife in again, making a straight line.

the compliment makes this even worse. he feels sick to his stomach and the pain was unbearable - it was amusing how quickly he was broken down and forced to endure this.

the tears finally spilled over, streaking his cheeks as he let out muffled sobs.

dylan added a curved line next to the straight one, now forming a “D”. right on his hip was “VD” which would be there for forever. it was deep enough to scar over with the letters still legible.

“youre all - all mine, eric,” his voice comes out breathy, obvious he wasnt going to last much longer “im not gonna let - let anything get in between us,” he groaned, dropping the knife and holding onto his hips again “always mine, fuck-“

he lets out a hiss as he slammed in particularly hard, listening to the sobs and groans he got from the brunette. it was music to his ears.

“i love you, reb - shit, love you so much,” it was a real confession - the first time hes even said those words “i know you do too, fuck, youre just - too scared to say it.”

he couldnt have been farther then the truth. he hated his guts, he wanted nothing to do with him.

it wasnt long though until dylan was *finally* finished. he came inside of him with a loud moan, slowing to a stop as he rode out his own orgasm.

it was the best hes ever felt. it was euphoric and hazy - a fuzzy wave of lust and satisfaction washed over him and he basked in the afterglow.

his friend on the other hand wasnt looking too good. blood loss can do a lot.

the blonde pulls out, shuddering at the feeling. most of his cum stays inside and its such a beautiful scene. at least to him.

he lets go of his hips and notices how his body seems to go limp on the bed. he grabbed his shoulder and turned him over.

“reb?,” is barely heard, seeing as though his eyes are glossy and about halfway closed “eric? cmon, answer me.”

anxiety spikes in his chest, knowing he was going to have to take care of this quickly.

he gets no answer though, only watching as the others eyes fluttered closed.

[itsss4t4n]

Mi Vida - Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Request? Yes @nothankyou543

"Can you do Connor Stoll or Leo Valdez x fem reader just cuddling in the morning after they wake up "

warnings: none, one kiss, no use of Y/n, spanish swear words, bad spanish

a/n: Firstly sorry this took a few days, i had a lot of school stuff this week and i also forgot how hard writing actually is. The spanish in this fic is mostly google translated so i apologize if something is wrong. And again english isnt my first lanuage.

"Mierda!" 

You groan slightly and try to push further into the mattress. The quiet clanging and clinking of metal apruptly stops for a few seconds.

When you dont make another sound or move ,the noise starts up again.

Without moving, you slightly open your eyes to peer over at Leos desk. There he sits, still in his spiderman pyjamas, probably working on a new invention. His desk is full of small metal pieces. Bronze cogs, rods and plates are strewn all over and its impossible to make out what he is currently working on. 

Your eyes shift to the bronze alarm clock, that Leo built 2 weeks ago, and you groan once again.

7.38 AM.

Leo stops his clanging once again and looks over at you. 

"Good morning mi amor" His face stretches into a big smile. A smile thats not quite his almost cocky signature 'Leo smile'. Its a lot softer and filled with love. And most importantly, its exclusively reserved for you.

"Sorry, didnt mean to wake you up." his smile turns slightly more apologetic.

He gets up while wiping his hands on the already dirty rag that hangs of the back of his chair. 

"Its fine", you grumble while turning over onto your back, "Why are you up this early?"

Smiling sheepishly Leo climbs back into bed, clumsily hitting his shin on the bedframe while doing so. A small yelp leaves his lips, making you huff out a small laugh. "Shut up" he softly shoves your head back into the pillow making you laugh more.

Leo finally gets situated as you calm down your laughing, his head proped up on his hand while his other arm sits around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Just couldnt sleep anymore and was bored", he softly answers your question. You hum in reply, enjoying having him close to you once again. "Again sorry for waking you up, hermosa", he mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss to your hairline. 

Pressing into his touch, you once again hum. "No really, you're fine." Pullin your head away slightly you look up at him and ask "So what were you working on?"

Leo's Face lights up immediately at you showing interest in his inventions, and launches into a detailed explaination of the machine he was currently working on. 

While talking Leo gesticulates wildly with the hand that was previously on your waist, the hand that previously propped his head up snaking under your head and to your back, pulling you into him again.

This was something you loved about leo: his constant need for physical touch. No matter what, he would always be touching you, whether it was holding your hand, having his hand around your waist or your shoulders , laying his hand on your knee when you where sitting next to each other or even just sitting or standing as close to you as humanly possible.

You cuddle into him again, tilting your head up to look at him, a fond smile spreading over your face. 

Leo looks down at you and stops in his ramble about something not working as it should and looks at you questioningly .

"What?"

"Nothin, just admirin you, Guapo.", you aswer, makin Leo smile at the little spanish nickname. He's always loved when you used the little spanish that you knew, especially if it were terms of endearment like this.

" You're one to talk, hermosa" , he grinnes before tilting his head down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You kiss back and slightly smile into it. 

Its not a long, heated kiss. Its small, soft and full of love. 

When you part again, he places a small peck on the tip of you nose before cuddling back into you and pressing his face in your hair again.

"Te amo, mi vida"

"I love you too, cariño "

(translations: mierda= shit, mi amor= my love, hermosa= beautiful, guapo= handsome, cariño= darling/sweety/honey/dear, Te amo= I love you, mi vida= my life )

[lvrgirlrey]

Smut request, Akutagawa x port mafia agent. She works under Koyou and seduction is her forte but it never works on Aku or at least she thinks it doesn’t because he is just really good at pretending. Anyway after a particularly rough mission he can’t care enough to pretend he isn’t bothered by it anymore.

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hii!! first smut req so im kinda nervous ‘*^* sorry if this isnt that good. hope you enjoy!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: dom!aku x gn!reader, light choking, overstim, i was too excited for this req cuz i wanted to get this out asap so i couldnt be bothered to write the actual sex part, sorry! >.<‘

it's been a long, hard day for the port mafia. everyone's on edge, feeling the weight of the mission. but akutagawa... he's different. he's standing in the dim light, back to you, his body tense and stiff like a wound-up spring. his usual cold look is there, but you can see the cracks. his shoulders refuse to relax, his fists are tight, shaking just a bit. whatever happened out there still clings to him, and it's dragging him down.

you step closer, moving slow and careful. you've done this before-getting into his space, testing the waters, teasing him. seduction is your weapon, and you've used it many times. your touch, your voice, your body-they've always worked to bend others to your will. you've made men crumble with just a whisper or a light brush of your fingers. but akutagawa is different. you've gotten close, smiled in ways that suggest more, let your lips hover just a little too close to his skin, and yet... nothing. he never reacts. maybe he's immune. or maybe he's just pretending.

tonight, though, something is different. the air around him is heavy, thick with a tension you can almost taste. he's quiet, but not in his usual calm way. there's something darker underneath it, something wilder, barely kept in check.

"rough night?" you ask, your voice low and soft, meant to creep under his skin. you lean against the wall next to him, letting your body brush lightly against his arm, close enough to tempt, but not enough to touch fully.

he doesn't answer, doesn't look at you. his eyes are locked on the floor, but his fists clench harder, the leather of his gloves creaking. he's trying to hold it together, but just barely.

"you're tense, akutagawa," you say, your lips close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "i could help with that."

still, no response. but you catch it—a tiny hitch in his breath. just for a moment, he falters. and you smile. you can feel the heat rising between you.

your fingers slide up his arm, slowly, your touch light and teasing. "you're always so distant, so hard to reach," you say, your voice dropping lower. "i wonder... what would it take to make you break?"

he moves before you can finish that thought. his hand snaps up, gripping your wrist tightly, pulling you closer, so your body is pressed against his. his breathing is heavy now, his eyes dark as they finally meet yours. all the cold control he usually has? it's gone. you've hit something raw inside him.

"you think this is some kind of game?" his voice is a low growl, his words shaking through you. his eyes burn with something wild, something fierce that you haven't seen before. "you think you can just mess with fire and walk away?"

your heart pounds, but you grin. "maybe i like fire."

his lips crash against yours, hard and fast. it's not gentle, not soft. it's rough, filled with a need you've never felt from him before. his hands grab your hips, pulling you in even closer, crushing your body against his. there's no space left between you. the kiss is raw, urgent, like he's been holding back for far too long and now he's letting it all out.

you moan into his mouth, your hands finding his hair, pulling him closer. you've been waiting for this-waiting for him to lose control. his hands slide down to your thighs, gripping tight, lifting you off the ground as he pushes you back against the wall. your legs wrap around his waist, and you feel him, hard and ready, pressing into you, sending heat surging through your body.

he pulls away just enough to catch his breath, but his lips don't leave your skin. they trail down your jaw, then to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks. you tilt your head, giving him more access, your body arching into his touch.

"is this what you wanted?" he growls, his voice rough and low. his hands are everywhere now, slipping under your clothes, finding bare skin. his touch is hot, almost too much, but you crave more. "you wanted me to lose control?"

you nod, breathless, your nails digging into his back as he grinds against you, making you gasp. "yes," you whisper, your voice barely there. "i want all of you."

he growls again, deep in his throat, his lips crashing back onto yours. his hands tug at your clothes, pulling your shirt over your head in one quick move. his eyes darken as he looks at your bare skin, and a small smirk pulls at his lips. he leans in close, his breath hot on your ear.

"i hope you're ready for this," he murmurs, his voice filled with promise. "because i'm not holding back.”

he doesn't hold back. his hands are rough and firm, his touch demanding, claiming you as his. he pushes you harder against the wall, his teeth scraping against your skin as he bites down on your shoulder. his fingers dig into your hips as he moves against you, the heat between you growing hotter and hotter.

"aku..." you gasp his name, your hands clutching at him as he continues to bite and kiss and touch you in ways that make your head spin. you can't think straight. all you can do is feel-his heat, his lips, his hands driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

he pulls back for a moment, just to look at you, his eyes dark and full of something fierce. "you wanted this," he says, his hands sliding up to your throat, just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "don't run now."

your heart races, but there's no fear-just a burning need for more. "i'm not running," you whisper, your voice strong despite the fire burning through your veins. "i want more."

his grip tightens for a second, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. when he finds none, his lips twist into a smirk. "good," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, rough and deep. "because i'm just getting started."

he lifts you onto the nearest surface-maybe a table, maybe a chair—you don't care. his hands are fast, pulling at your clothes, stripping you down quickly. his mouth follows, leaving hot kisses down your chest, your stomach, until he's between your thighs, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes.

"i've waited long enough," he growls, his voice deep, sending shivers down your spine. "now, i'm going to make you scream."

and he does. again and again. he doesn't stop. his touch is fire, his lips and hands pushing you to the edge, pulling you back, then pushing you over again. he's wild, out of control, and it drives you crazy. you need more, more of him, until you can't think anymore, until all that's left is him-his hands, his lips, his breath, his name on your lips as you fall apart in his arms.

when it's over, you're both panting, your bodies tangled together, skin slick with sweat. he collapses beside you, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes still dark and heavy with the last bits of need.

"you wanted me to lose control," he murmurs, his voice still rough, his lips brushing against your ear. "i hope you can handle it."

you smile, still catching your breath. "i think i can."

[softspace-fics]

Hi, absolutely no pressure to write anything, but would you be willing to write an agere fic/ oneshot ft. Caregiver Quill from the MCU with a little reader, preferably his daughter/kid if you wanna keep it gender neutral. Maybe something about him comforting them after they have a bad dream about him going away again post Infinity War, making them a bottle and/or rocking them with comforting words? Maybe reader is between 2-4? Aaa unsure if this is good or not, could you tag @quillcore in it so I don’t miss it if you do? Again absolutely no pressure!! Its just so hard to find content about my dad :’) thank you in advance if you do,,

Never gone.

A/N - Yes!! I love Quill! I suck with dialog because I'm not super used to writing it, but I tried! Also, Im not sure what preferred caregiver name or nickname you wanted but I did my best ^.^

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of death, yelling, panic attack, carrying, fluff, use of fem pronouns and nicknames, side characters of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

Papa!Peter Quill x Little!Fem reader

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"We don't know if he's going to be back pumpkin. We aren't even sure what happened. You'll have to stay here in the tower until everything finally settles" Steve calmly reminds you, after you ask for your papa for the millionth time.

Your papa had gone missing almost 6 months ago, and all uncle steve could tell you was that he just.. poofed?

"It doesn't matter anymore Steve. They aren't coming back. Lying to the kid won't help!" Tonys booming voice suddenly came through the closed door that him and Steve were currently in.

"She doesnt understand what's going on. I refuse to-" Steves voice suddenly went too quiet to hear.

You slowly crawl to the door, sitting right by it, trying to hear through the solid wood.

"For all we know they could be dead. Giving her false hope will end up causing more problems when she eventually find out." Tony's stern voice pierced your ears as much as it did your heart.

"Papa dead?" You slowly whisper out, your breath getting stuck in your throat as tears brimmed in your eyes.

Steve stormed out to the living room, and immediately saw the tears streaming down your face and crouched in front of you, worry that you overheard, coursing through his veins.

"Hey hey, Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Dead? He dead?" You look at Steve with nothing but agony and fear, your voice strained.

His look of disappointment and his eyes filling with fear of your reaction tells you everything you need.

"Nonono not Papa! Papa! No! No-"

"Sweetheart!" Quills gentle yet firm voice shakes you out of your awful dream. You look around your surroundings before throwing your arms around your papa, sobbing.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, it's all over. I'm alive. Your safe." Quill gently runs his hands through your hair, softly rocking you, helping you to get through another nightmare.

The day you found out he had been blipped, was the day your world fell apart. After finally getting him back a year ago, you still havent recovered from the 5 years without him.

Quill gently picks you up, walking around your apartment, whispering gentle praises and comforting words.

When you finally peak out of his neck, your face swollen and puffy from crying, your eyes full of fear and worry. Worry that you could be imaginating his smell, that everything you see could be a lie.

"Sweetheart, i'm back, permanently. Theres nothing that could take me from you ever again." Your papa gently reassures you.

When he came back and they defeated Thanos (Or the big bad purple guy), he stepped away from being a fighter, and part of the squad that would go on missions. He would still help from on base, but he would spend most of his time with you.

Quill softly bounces you as he walks to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle, and quickly heating it up to your favorite temp.

Its around the time the bottles in your lips and his soft singing fills your ears that you realize this isnt a dream. Your able to comprehend that your papa wasnt dead. He was still here to love you even if that meant that when you thought he was gone, he had to remind you he would always come back for you.

He walks around the living room calming you downa s you finish off your bottle, and the sun starts to peak through the blinds.

Quill softly sets the now empty bottle down on the coffee table and walks back to his room, holding you closely to his chest.

He lays down with you in his arms, softly kissing your nose, and telling you a story of his time in the guardians. How your uncle rocket was just the silliest friend, even if your Papa got annoyed by the little trash panda at times.

"Papa?" You tiredly ask.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He softly replies.

"No gone?"

"No gorgeous. Papas not gone. Never gone from you."

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@quillcore

[fir3ylolol]

we want you! pt. 5

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, eating out, romantic sex, praising, angsty, afab reader, gn reader

a/n: don't hate me :( this isnt the end, i promise!

word count: 1.99 k

other parts

Ao3

You blink, trying to adjust to the brightness outside as you leave the theater. Johnny is shortly behind, squinting as well. He still looks slightly incredulous that you would do that, without warning, in public. It doesn’t seem like he minds that much, smacking your ass as he steps next to you. You jump and jokingly hit his arm, but he leans in to whisper in your ear, “If you can do what you like, so can I.” He smiles at you, hand sliding up to rest on your waist. You shiver slightly but smile at him, and walk down the sidewalk together.

You end up window shopping a bit, which Johnny is more than happy to do. Every time you want to look closer at something, he’s right behind you. If you want to try something on, he’s sat down, waiting to watch you walk out. Of course, he never has anything bad to say about you, constantly praising how good you look, no matter what. He even tries to convince you to let him into the changing room stall a couple of times, which doesn’t work. He refuses to let you pay for anything, even giving the cashier his card information while you’re changing, so he can just run it as soon as possible. You finally make it back to your place, and you start preparing to say goodbye. But he stops you, asking quietly, “Do you want to get dinner tonight? You can wear one of your new outfits, and look super fancy.” You snort slightly, and lean against your door as you talk, “Fancy, huh? Taking me out to eat once wasn’t enough?” “Nope,” he says with a smirk, leaning in to kiss your lips gently. As he pulls away, kind eyes staring into yours, you can tell something is going on, something he’s not ready for.

But you smile, trying to shake it off and nod, “Yeah, dinner sounds good. You can sit inside while I get ready.” You unlock the door, which he holds open for you so you can walk through. He sits on the couch, and you can see his foot start bouncing. As you change, you can’t help but worry about what’s wrong. Does he not want to see you anymore? Does he think you’re weird? But again, you push it to the back of your mind, finishing up. If he had something to say, he would say it…Right? As you walk back out, he leans back and whistles, standing up to walk over to you, “Damn baby, I didn’t think you could get any hotter.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close. You giggle into it then step back, “Did you want to change?” He walks back to the door, holding it open for you again. “Yes, but I won’t take nearly as long as you did.” You lock the door behind you as you make your way to the street. Since you’ve walked everywhere with him, you didn’t expect to see him walk up to a car, a jet-black Jeep. You pause, slightly speechless before talking again, “You’ve had a car this whole time?” He laughs, opening your door, “What, did you think I ran over here?” Sitting down, you look back at him, “I guess I did.” He closes the door gently, before walking to the driver’s side. He climbs in, starts the car, and drives off. It’s a quiet drive, with soft music playing as he concentrates on the road. You look out the window, almost getting sleepy at the sight of the sun sinking behind the buildings and the comfortable temperature of the car. 

But soon you’re at a small motel, and Johnny is outside the door, opening it for you. You climb out, trying not to rub your eyes or yawn, and manage to say, “You like opening doors for me, huh?” He smiles, wrapping an arm around you, “It’s fun. And like I’m treating you like royalty.” You walk with him up to his room, watching as he pulls out the keycard and opens the door, a loud creak echoing out. As you sit on the couch, he quickly changes, throwing on a nicer shirt and pants, spraying on cologne, and gelling his hair back into shape. It takes him five minutes tops, already ready to leave again. “You were right, that was fast,” you say, standing up to leave again, but he grabs your wrist to pull you back into him. He kisses you deeply, hands traveling down to grab your ass, as he groans into your mouth. Your arms rest on his shoulders, sighing at his touch. He pulls away, a bittersweet look in his eyes, as he mumbles something you can’t fully hear. “What?” you tilt your head to the side slightly, trying to understand him. But he shakes his head, smiling like normal again. “Nothing, let’s go,” he turns towards the door, one hand around your waist still, walking you out with him. It’s another quiet drive, a bit longer this time before you reach a nice building in the middle of nowhere.

You manage to step out before he can reach your door again, which he jokingly crosses his arms at. “Wow, I can’t believe you would do this to me,” he sighs at you before handing the keys to the valet and linking his hand with yours. Once you step inside, it is much more fancy, with large lights hanging high over antique wooden tables. You’re caught up looking around the room when Johnny pulls you slightly towards your table. As you sit, a glass of champagne is set down in front of you. “Jesus,” you’re caught off-guard. “This is fancy. I feel underdressed.” He takes a sip from his glass, smiling as he does, “No, you’re the most stunning person here. I’m lucky to be sat across from you.” Since this restaurant is quite nice, there’s no choice in what you get, only courses served promptly. So you sit, enjoying the appetizers that are brought out, forgetting the worries from earlier. But there’s a long pause after the entree is brought out, allowing for plenty of time to enjoy it.

Johnny’s hand gently takes yours resting on the table, and you meet his eyes, bittersweet expression back again. You feel your heart thump inside your chest, worrying about what he could possibly have to say. He clears his throat, gaze shifting slightly before meeting your eyes again, finally speaking, “Listen…I’ve had a really good day today. I always have a good day with you. But…Man, I can’t keep beating around the bush. I’m leaving.” He winces as if bracing for impact, waiting to see what you do. But you’re stunned, rendered fully silent. He starts talking again, even softer, “Cassie…she needs me back for a mission. And she doesn’t ask me for much, so I know it’s serious…But I don’t want to leave, not when this, when we, are just starting.” You manage to speak without even realizing you could, “Are you trying to let me down easy?” He squeezes your hand, leaning in closer, “No, no, that’s not what I’m doing. I just wanted to tell you, since I’m leaving very soon, and I care about you.” He sighs out, leaning back in his chair, “I’m sorry. I thought bringing you here would help me feel less nervous. But I just fucked it up.” You finally fully snap out of it, leaning towards him this time, “Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok. I just didn’t know what to do. Let’s just…enjoy our evening, ok?” He smiles slightly, nodding and sitting back up. You both try to enjoy it, but the night’s a blur. You make it back to your house faster than you can realize, fumbling for your keys as Johnny stands there nervously. As you unlock the door, you freeze. This might be the last time you see him for a while, and you don’t want it to be over yet. You look at him, thinking everything over. But you decide to go for it, barely audible voice, “Do you want to come inside?” 

He’s latched onto you, kissing you like it’s the last time he can. Pushing through the door, he’s still clinging to you, and it feels oddly nostalgic. But you quickly forget, trying to absorb as much of you as possible. He’s led you into the bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of the bed. He kneels as you lay back, tugging your clothes off with the desperation of a starving man. He takes a minute, staring at your pussy. “Shit, I’m gonna miss this,” he says before diving in, long flat licks against you. His lips suction around your clit, and your hands shoot to his hair, clinging to him. One of his hands helps spread your legs apart further, the other hand rising to plunge his fingers into you. All that can be heard echoing through the room is your strangled moans and the wet sounds of him devouring you. You don’t want to waste any time, tugging him closer and humping against his tongue. His head goes slack slightly, his whines muffled against your cunt as you chase your high. It’s not long before you’re cumming around his fingers, curling in on yourself and holding him even tighter against you. You finally release him, hearing a deep breath from between your legs as you lay back down. 

You hear the shuffling as he removes his clothes, quickly moving to take off the last of yours. His eyes drink you in again, it’s like he’s trying to memorize every part of you. But he lifts your legs, shifting your body to be more on the bed, as he lays above you. He leans in, kissing your lips sweetly. He rubs his hard cock against you, shuddering breaths at the feeling. But as he pushes in, you hear the sweetest whine from his lips. You can’t help but cling to his broad shoulders, back arching off the bed. As he’s fully inside, he leans his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, sighing out. He starts moving slowly, mumbling out against your ear, “God, baby, this is incredible. You’re incredible-fuck…Can’t believe how good you are to me, I’m so lucky. God, every part of you, your eyes, your lips, your hands, all of it, it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy, I just want to be around you all the time. You make everything so much better.” His voice is high and breathy, and as he speeds up, it becomes even more shaky. You wrap your legs around his back and your arms around his neck, making sure to cling to him tightly as you speak through your heady moans, “I need you, love.” He speeds up a lot more now, one hand on your hip, the other on the bed, as he bucks into you. He’s almost delirious, whimpering out with every stroke inside you. It’s not long before he cums, grip on you tightening with a light whine. He doesn’t pull out right away, rolling so that you’re resting on top of him, skin to skin. You can hear as his heartbeat slows down, his breathing becomes more normal, and his voice rumbles through his chest. He’s more quiet than usual, but his words are sincere. “Hey. Do you want to date? Like officially and exclusively? I don’t want to leave things unsettled.” You lift your head slightly, tired eyes meeting him with a smile, “Yeah, I would love to.” He smiles widely, his arms wrapping around you comfortably. “Perfect.” You roll off of him, settling into his side as you slowly fall asleep, ignoring what’s to come in the morning. All that matters now is falling asleep in his arms, breathing in sync.

[stevie-petey]

I have blurb idea for the kids in season one when you have time for it. In season one after bug left with Nancy and Jonathan the kids debriefing on what they just saw. Which is basically just the kids gossiping about what they think is going on between the three. Like Mike asked Nancy if she liked Jonathan now so clearly he saw something going on ya know?

anon i LOVE this one its always so fun writing the kids gossiping about the teens <333

enjoy !

"whats going on with your sister and jonathan, man?" lucas asks your brother as they watch you run out of the schools gym after jonathan and nancy.

dustin sighs and rests his head against the bleachers. "i dont know. theyve been weird all week."

"i think it has something to do with my sister?" mike joins in on the conversation now. "i asked nancy if she liked jonathan and then she got all weird."

"why would she like him if shes with harrington and y/n is with jonathan?" lucas frowns now, feeling suddenly defensive over you. "do we need to do something?"

mike hits his friend with the back of his head. "no, doofus. y/n doesnt need you to fight for her weird honor."

"well, i mean, maybe she does-"

dustin slaps a hand over lucas' mouth with a disgusted look on his face. "dude. your crush on my sister is showing and its gross."

lucas yanks dustins hand away and shrieks. "i do not have a crush on y/n!"

mike and dustin share a look with one another as el, who has been quiet this entire conversation as she rests, lets out a weak giggle. during her few days observing you with the party, its obvious even to her that lucas has a slight crush on you.

seeing everyones disbelief, lucas throws his hands up in the air and groans. "look, this isnt about me! clearly theres something wrong between jonathan and y/n, and if theyre fighting then that means we wont be able to get free rides out of them anymore."

"why wouldnt we get free rides if theyre fighting?" dustin asks, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"because jonathan has his own car and we'd be taking y/n's side," mike says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world with an eye roll. "duh."

your brother feels a certain happiness at the knowledge that his friends would take your side against jonathans. and, even though will isnt here right now, they all know that he would also ditch his brother in a heartbeat for you.

all the kids would.

youre a part of the party.

the boys eat the cookies that you made for them in silence for a while as they think about the strangeness between you and jonathan tonight. while theyre more than willing to defend you and take your side, they cant help but be worried about it.

theyve never seen you and jonathan so off kilter before, and it frightens them to even consider the idea that the connection between you two could be severed.

"theyll be okay, right?" lucas finally voices the worries that they all have quietly sat with.

dustin sighs, also unsure himself. hes grown up watching the two of you become intertwined with one another. now, he watches as you slowly unravel, and hes not sure how it will end. "its y/n and jonathan we're talking about. of course theyll be okay... they-they have to be okay."

"well thats depressing." mike says with yet another eye roll. "why cant we just keep y/n and replace jonathan with someone else?"

"careful, mike." lucas leans in close to the boy now and puckers his lips and makes kissing noises. "nancy could replace harrington with jonathan."

"yuck!" mike shoves his friend away and looks towards dustin for help. "that wont happen, right?"

dustin frowns. for once, he really isnt sure. he saw nancy and jonathan earlier, how they almost left you behind tonight, and he saw the hurt in your eyes when you watched them together. theres feelings there between the three of you, and dustin is afraid for you. its obvious to everyone how much you adore jonathan; your entire world revolves around the guy.

with a sigh, dustin shakes his head. "no idea, man. i dont understand teenagers."

"no one does." lucas rests his head in his hand and chews sadly on his cookie. then, with poorly hidden curiosity, he asks, "my crush on y/n isnt that obvious, right? like, she has no idea?"

mike and dustin again share a look and shake their heads at their friend while el lifts her head up. with all the energy she has left in her, she responds to lucas. "friends dont lie."

lucas covers his face in embarrassment and groans as mike, el, and dustin all break into laughter.

[ants-personal]

see the reason i think randy starts to see benson in a more sympathetic light after sheppard is that well in that moment benson is third grader randy consumed by anger and choosing to lash out at his teacher with violence i think randy isnt stupid maybe when hearing it at first he would believe bensons oh no i just knew someone who was in your class excuse but after seeing how brutal and emotional benson is when beating him

i believe randy knows somethings up course he doesnt exactly know how this teacher hurt him but its clear its something horrible and randy finally has something he can relate to with benson knows how he felt being isolated by his peers his mother to lash out cause your just so frustrated and upset with the person you are and end up being the one hurt again benson is now not just the quiet coworker that snapped randy can easily paint as a violent asshole its starting to make sense what benson meant at the diner the first time

like hes been surviving and adapting to benson all day but after sheppard hes unsure how to proceed clearly benson is trying to hold it together they both know its in a tailspin now he tries to get benson to talk about it so he can help to reach out something no ones done to either of them and benson course shoots him down tries to bury it again but it doesnt work and course miss beard being added to the equation doesnt help

but it does prove to randy and us that there is a huge painful weight in benson he is losing control of his emotions while randy tries to calm him to just get him to leave to relate to him "you don't want this" and benson doesnt but its too late him taking miss beard proves it if he was nothing but a cold blooded killer he would have just killed her but he doesnt he cant partially due to his care for randy and also he doesnt have a reason to adding that she has a kid and ypu get benson making a choice to not be the same type of monster as whoever sheppard was by causing harm to a child that is innocent

and that's part of the reason why randy tells the police he isnt necessary going to hurt snyone cause at this point benson is at his peak unstable but he isnt attacking everyone and everything until they aggravate him hell miss beard isnt even tied up or hit or anything benson threatens with his gun but thats it. Randy knows benson needs to be stop so he can be helped knows he has to be the one to do it be the person who makes the choice the person benson has been pushing him to be

Randy was going to literally tell benson what he did right after he wasnt trying to hide it at that point benson wont kill him hes all benson has and he knows it hes seen it benson is just like him alone except for his ma lost and full of self loathing and if marsha hadnt shown back up and escalated the situation till benson blew up (no hate to marsha he did deserve it for being a fuckin dick) i think randy would try to get benson away from miss beard have them stand in front so he can talk to him to try to get benson to just listen and see he isnt alone anymore and randy doesnt want to lose him but he also cant let benson continue like this if he just surrender himself and if they cant help him and they just want to lock him up then randy will because benson saved him and so now its his turn to save benson

[collapsedglasshouses]

Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader [Part 2]

SUMMARY: After the events on the couch, Y/n doesn't know how to talk to her best friend anymore and decides to call him late at night, with a different outcome than expected.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, phone sex, masturbation, mutual pining, friends to fwb sorta, …

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie @jilliemiw86 @dominuslunae

A/N: Whoa, so this took longer than I expected but here is the long awaited Part Two. I'm planing on writing a third final part but don't ask me when it will come out, idk yet sorry c: also this isnt proofread :c

You couldn’t even remember a time where Vinny and you hadn’t been best friends. In all those years you always had been each other’s comfort zone. Nothing ever had the power to separate the bond you two had created. Except the two of you yourself of course.

At the moment, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers while waiting for Vinny to get into his car. You had spent the evening at Ricky’s house for a small birthday celebration and everything had seemed normal. You had walked there since the weather had been pretty good, but it had gotten pretty late, and nobody was comfortable with you walking home at this point, so Vinny, being your best friend and neighbor, had offered to drive you.

Nothing about this seemed out of the usual for the others, but you were almost shaking with nervousness. It had already been a week since the events on your couch and nobody had dared to say a word about it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked at all. Everything seemed normal, except the two of you tapping around the obvious elephant in the room. You felt like you were being tortured for seven days straight at this point. You didn’t know how Vinny could act so calm about the whole thing, while you were about to explode into a million pieces.

Your thoughts were consumed by him. It felt like your brain had been wired differently since that night. All you could think about was Vinny. It wasn’t only the sexual scene that happened literally in front of your eyes. It was everything. His voice, his smile, the way he made you laugh. Everything.

Once Vinny had said his goodbyes to everyone left and slipped inside his car, it was just the two of you left. You instantly felt how goosebumps started to form on your skin when you inhaled the faint smell of his perfume. You felt how your heart was racing just with him near you and you were sure you were about to go insane, rather sooner than later.

The car ride was quiet, the only sound coming from Vinny tapping along to the music on the steering wheel. You tried not to look to closely at his hands, since even that gave you a warm feeling in your stomach. Your mind wondered back to that night. After receiving that text from Vinny, you felt like you were on fire. You had tried to ignore it, but it was hard. Vinny had called you that night and you streamed one of this dinosaur documentaries as if nothing had happened. As if you hadn’t watched each other cum. You had decided after that, that you needed to push your feelings away even further.

You really tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t even know what to expect from that situation.

So now, a week later, you were sitting in your shared driveway and stared straight ahead. You had never been more unsure of anything in your life like you were right now, and it hurt you, because Vinny was the one stable thing in your existence, and you had collectively decided to ruin it because of the heat of the moment.

Right as Vinny took a breath to say something, you snapped out of your thoughts. “Thanks. Good night.”

With that you sprinted out of his car and into your house, fearing for a second, he would go after you.

Two hours later you sat on your bed and toyed with your phone in your hand. Your thoughts were eating you alive. You didn’t know what came over you when you opened the Discord App to check for the fifth time if he was still online.

“Fuck, he’s still Vinny. Don’t be so childish.” You mumbled to yourself before you touched the call button.

Almost instantly you heard his voice on the other end. “To what do I owe the honor?”

You felt like you were frozen into your place. His voice alone made you crumble into pieces.

“Hi.” You mumbled shyly.

“Hi back.” He answered you and mimicked your shy undertone. You weren’t sure if he was trying to mock you.

“So… What’s up?” Vinny asked again, now in a more relaxed tone while you felt stiffer than ever.

“I-… You know… I-…” You began to stumble over your words, regretting you hadn’t thought about what to say to him before calling.

“Yeees?” He teased you and you knew he was grinning slightly. You wanted nothing more than to walk over and slap it out of his pretty face.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is, Vin!” You almost cried into your phone and ran a hand through your hair.

It was silent for a long time.

“Did you think about it?” He suddenly asked into the void.

“Think about what?” You breathed out, knowing exactly what he meant but not wanting to give it away.

“That night.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your body. You didn’t think the subject would turn this fast.

“You mean if I thought about you touching yourself in front of me?” You boldly asked, smiling slightly at your sudden and unexpected confidence.

“Uhm… Something like that.” Vinny almost stuttered, causing your smile to become even broader.

It was silent again.

“And?”

“Have you?” You asked him and leaned back on your bed.

“I asked first.” – “I asked second.”

You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest any second. Never in your entire life had you been more turned on simple by the tone of the voice of someone.

“I have.” Vinny answered after a short while, his voice way raspier than it was before.

“Me too.” You mumbled and immediately your mind snapped back to that night. You just couldn’t get this picture out of your head. Vinny, with his hand wrapped around his hard member, breathing out your name between slight moans.

“Did you touch yourself today?” Vinny than asked with slight hesitation in his voice.

“I haven’t…” You answered and immediately became bold again. “Yet.”

“Do you want to?” Vinny asked. You bit your lip for a second, trying to suppress the smile forming on your face.

“I plan to… Yeah.”

“You want any help?” He mumbled casually as if he was offering to help you clean your house or something.

“You can’t come over. I have to get up early tomorrow.” You answered him honestly and hoped you didn’t scare him away with your comment. You wanted him to come over, but you knew it would ruin the last bit of sleep you would get.

“Noone said anything about coming over.” He answered you and you could picture the grin that was plastered on his face in said moment. You wanted to scream into your pillow.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered sweetly into your phone while settling deeper into your pillow.

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to touch you?” Vinny wanted to know, ignoring your question. Blood rushed in your ears as you remembered the moment, when you exclaimed you wanted it to be his fingers instead of yours.

You opened your legs beneath your blanket and let your hand ran down your body.

“Yes, I did mean it.” You breathed out. “Did you want me to touch you?”

“Fuck… Of course. Have you looked at yourself?” Vinny almost moaned out and you were sure he was touching himself at this point, so your hand started to travel between your thighs.

Your heart stutters at his low voice.

“I hoped you would say that.” You whispered into the phone. Vinny let out a low laugh. 

“If I’m being honest, the last couple of times weren’t the first time, I thought of you while masturbating but god… I can’t get you out of my mind anymore.” Vinny explained with so much honesty in his voice that you couldn’t help yourself but to touch your most sensitive spot.

“When you were thinking of me…what was I doing?” You asked him, realizing your voice became breathier at this point.

“If I’m being honest, it’s the little things. How you look in your favorite dress, how you look when you bend down, how your cheeks get red every time someone slightly compliments you.” He answered you and let out a small hum after that.

“Really? Just that?” You asked him, shocked about how just simple gestures could turn him on.

“No. Today I came so hard while thinking of you being under me. Moaning out my name.” He answered as you circled your clit a bit faster. Your cheeks reddened at the thought of him thinking about you while masturbating and then going to meet you right after that.

“Oh, Vinny.” You breathed out.

“That’s exactly what I mean.” He teased you. “What about you?”

“I thought about your hands.” You honestly exclaimed. “I mean… You play the drums like a fucking god. Can’t help myself thinking about how your fingers would feel inside of me.”

Another groan came from Vinny, and you let your finger swirl around your clit. 

“Oh yeah? Gosh, I wonder how your pussy feels like.” He said with a serious tone, but you can’t help but giggle.

“What?” – “That’s what the guy said in the porn, too.”

“As far as I can remember, you liked that pretty much.” He teased you.

“I wasn’t denying it.” You answered him with a smile on your face and let a finger sink into your hole.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” Vinny stumbled out shyly.

“Of course, I am and I know you’re doing it, too.” You moaned.

You heard some shuffling noises and couldn’t help but think about him sitting in front of his computer with his hand around his cock.

“If you keep making these noises, I will come over.” Vinny breathed out on the other line while your pace became faster.

“Maybe I want you to.” – “I value your sleep, darling.”

‘Darling’… He was driving you insane.

“I wish that was my hand on your cock right now.” You moaned into your phone.

“You have no fucking clue, do you? The effect you have on people.” His breathing was getting more prominent, and you felt your own pick up.

“Or my mouth.” You whispered after his statement and heard him moan. Tension started to form in your stomach, another finger sinking into you.

“Vinny.” You gasped and he moaned into your ear through the phone. Your fingers curled up onto the sweet spot you’d found while thinking of his hard cock. You wanted to feel him so bad.

“Please tell me you’re close, Y/n.” He almost whined out.

“I am.” You moaned into your phone, chasing your high.

“I want to feel you so bad.” Vinny whined, speaking out your own thoughts. “I can hear how wet you are for me.”

“Oh god.” You exhaled as your hips started to stutter. “Fuck, Vinny.”

“It’s like I had a taste of the forbidden fruit. I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned.

“Have me then.” You whine out, your voice weak and laced with unsaid words. Everything neither of you had dared to say before.

Your hips buck against your hand as you cried out. “God, Vinny!”

“Are you cumming?” His voice so determined and raw but all you could do was nod, though he couldn’t see you. Though, you didn’t have to say something. Your breaths revealed the truth.

“Fuck…that was…oh fuck,” you tried to answer him as you started to come down from your orgasm, still not in full control of your body functions. 

“You sound so fucking good. I just… Gosh, Y/n...” You could imagine how he started to thrust his hips slightly upwards, cum coating his hand.

You hear him shuffle again and breathe heavily into his microphone just as your head became clearer again.

It was silent for a longer period of time. Both of you trying to contain your thoughts.

Suddenly you began to feel nervous.

“That was-…” Vinny breathed out.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you-…” – “Yeah, I should probably get some sleep.”

“See you tomorrow?” He quietly asked. “You could come over and we could watch a movie or something. Tomorrow night?”

Your heart started to beat heavily again. It would be the first time you would be around each other alone since the evening after he came back from tour, and you started to wonder how it would go.

“See you tomorrow, Vin.”

“Good night, darling.”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[staarlight-snow]

Reflections in the Murky Waters

[Short sequel to Murky Waters - Island of the Slaughtered]

TW: panic attacks (??), nightmares, ig horror, mentioned death

"Well, hoping is the only thing we can do right now.. Why not make the most of it? Right Noah?"

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Cody jumped up from where he lay in cold sweat, tightly gripping at his shirt. His breathing was heavy and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He softly groaned – covering his ears with both his hands, his surroundings were quiet but his mind was loud. He winced at every memory, every thought and every imagery that stayed in his mind

"Another nightmare again?" A soft voice spoke, shuffling in her side of the cabin. "S-sorry.. Did I wake you?" Cody asked, moving his hands away from where they were. "No.." Gwen whispered, moving closer to the other. "I'm having trouble sleeping.. It's like every time I close my eyes I can hear him call my name." She vented, staring at the rotting wooden floor beneath them.

"Yeah.. I get the feeling. I have this.. recurring dream." He confessed, picking at the seams of his jeans. "Yeah? Want to talk about it?" Gwen offered, tilting her head as she looked at the boy. Cody took a deep breath and closed his eyes, images flashing in his mind. "It starts out with me, I walk out of the cabin holding some stuff. And I look out in the forest and he's there.. He's alive." He dragged out that last part with pain in his voice.

"I make my way towards him but.." He stopped for a moment. He hated this part. "E-every damn time I could even get close to him.. He gets pulled into the forest.. A-and it's quick! I ran after him, as fast as I could. Every night I go to bed, I try to save him.. even if it's only in my dream.." He breathed out, his voice getting weaker by the second. He's never confided these dreams with anyone before. He never thought talking about them could be just as painful as having them.

"But no matter how I try and what I do.. I couldn't save him." Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was broken. It was a pain to hear it. "Heh.. There was this one time, I managed to get to him in time. I had his hand in mine. And I was pulling him out of the water but something was also pulling him down. He told me 'Let go because it'll hurt more if you keep dwelling on it' I-I don't know if that was my brain telling me to get over it or.. if it was actually Noah.." Cody finished, he opened his eyes and buried his face in his hands.

Gwen moved her hand to the others back to console him. "It takes time to heal and right now, everyone in this cabin needs it but I think our main focus right now is to survive.. There's no point in healing if you know you'll get hurt again the next day." She sighed in defeat. It was like every slither of hope they had was slowly drifting away and all they had left was their lives. "Surviving? What's the point! There's nothing to live for anymore." Cody cried. "Don't say that!" Gwen scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We promised we'd get out together.. And that's what I had going for me.. It's not like someone's waiting for me at home anyway." He muttered in between sobs, moving his legs closer to his chest. Gwen looked at the other and sighed. "Can you atleast promise me we'll both get out of here? You and me.." She asked. Cody slumped over and rested his chin on top of his knees.

"It's what they would've wanted.." He answered. "You're right.. They're our friends, they only want what's best for us." Gwen smiled, to which Cody returned. They hadn't smiled in a while – they never found a reason to anyway.

Maybe this time the world will be fair.

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i woke up and immediately thought, "man cody's brain chemistry must've been fucked lmao.. lemme write abt that" HUAHAUAHUA I CRAVE ANGST RAGHH 👺👺 *feral gremlin noises*

anyway this isnt me shipping gwen and cody, unless u wanna view it that way ig 🤨 i just think they'll hv a kind of bond and comfort in one another ngl 😔

[snowball-doie]

cringey wattpad tropes or not, i'm just desperate for more content ahahahah i'll literally read anything you post about it

Bahahahaha OKAY BUCKLE UP PUPS! *cracks knuckles* We’re taking a Time Machine back to 2012!! Back to my roots, yippeee!!!

(i finished writing this like 9 hours later... it's giving "my mom sold me to one direction" pffttt but once you read it. you'll prob realize why this ISNT canon and also that im insane)

So this is in the future only slightly ‘cause TY and Jaehyun are in the military….. Also I’ve never mentioned this before I dont think? But canonically, a few weeks or so after Reyna’s born, she gets really really sick one night when she’s sleeping in Jungwoo’s room, and he panics and they take her to the hospital. She’s fine after spending a few days in the NICU. That’ll be mentioned / made important here 🫡

You know how busy the boys have been, solo schedules, group schedules, working themselves to the bone before another inevitable enlistment. They’re never all home together anymore. That’s hard for Ahri. She’s so used to having 8 men terrorizing their home, giving her a hard time, giving her so much love, never letting the house get quiet… But it’s been eerily silent without them, especially while they’ve been doing concerts as only 6 members in Korea, and they’re about to hop over to Japan for a few more shows— And Yuta’s not even around in between those because he’s busy with an encore to his own solo stage; and Hyuck and Mark are busy with Dream content!! Hmph… She misses having them around. She doesn’t like forcing herself to get quiet to an empty, quiet home.

The boys are gone again for a few days this time- Johnny, Doyoung, and Jungwoo doing some kind of press tour in the Southern part of Korea, a couple hours outside of Seoul; Yuta’s in Japan, and the Dreamies are all the way in Taipei for their own press tour… It’s been a while since Taeyong or Jaehyun have called. Nowadays, the WayV boys are the only ones still in the country, so they’re on stand by if Ahri or Reyna should need anything.

“Okay, baby, we have to get up early, so I’m gonna call it a night,” John tells Ahri, the two of them FaceTiming just before bed. Reyna’s already sound asleep in her bed in Johnny and Ahri’s room.

Ahri nods and lays in bed, plugging her phone in while wishing goodnight to Johnny, and Doyoung who fell asleep on John’s lap about twenty minutes ago. The house is quiet again after their call ends. Reyna’s snoring quietly. Ahri’s exhausted from work and keeping up with a baby alone, she falls asleep fairly quickly, tangled up in Johnny’s sheets, shoving her face into his pillow just to remember what his cologne smells like.

Reyna’s always been a fussy baby. She’s infamous for waking up every hour or so throughout the night in need of something, no matter how big she gets, or when she should have outgrown the habit according to doctors. She’s been a handful, much like some of her dads……. So Ahri’s body naturally wakes her up sometimes to check on Reyna to check on her— Especially since silence was Ahri’s worst fear after the hospital visit earlier in the year. Usually if she wakes up and Reyna doesn’t need anything, she’ll just pace around for a bit until Reyna does wake up, whining for food or crying about a nightmare… But Ahri stops when she leans over in bed to find that Reyna’s crib is empty. The fuck? She wasn’t an escape artist like Hyuck thought she’d be. Sure, she tried a few times when she was smaller to climb out of her crib, but she sucked at it, so she always gave up before just crying for one of her dads to pick her up. Reyna never escapes her crib. So Ahri turns on the lamp and starts to look around, checking under the bed, going into the bathroom. Nothing. So she ventures further, checking all of the boys’ rooms, under their beds, in the bathrooms, in closets, in drawers. Nothing. So she runs downstairs. On the couch, under the couch, under the table, behind the floor lamp, under the kitchen table, hiding between chairs, in the kitchen cabinets— Hell, even in the damn fridge! Ahri checks every single inch of the house and there’s no sign of Reyna. She doesn’t understand. She checks for a few more minutes, calling out for Reyna, cooing that it’s time to get back into bed… But nothing.

Panic strikes as soon as the reality settles in. And rather than call the boys who are hours away from helping, or the cops who would probably laugh at Ahri for being an overdramatic, hysterical mother the second Reyna would crawl out of some hidden crevice of the house, Ahri rushes to call the WayV boys who show up within minutes once they hear what’s happened. They’re half asleep, albeit, but they’re there, trying to calm Ahri down, splitting up to check the house again. Maybe there’s somewhere Ahri missed. Maybe Reyna’s just damn good at playing hide and seek. There’s a reasonable explanation for this, according to Kun who’s hugging Ahri and rubbing her back to calm down her growing panic attack. The boys come back one by one with no baby in hand….. They checked everywhere. They’ve done everything they can think of. The house is turned over, it’s a mess, and there’s no sign of Reyna. The police are the next solution.

Honestly, life is a whirlwind around Ahri as she sits in the living room, Ten beside her, rubbing circles on her back while a police officer stands in front of her, asking questions, while his partner checks the rest of the house with the WayV boys who try to explain that they already checked!

“And what’s the purpose of your stay in this house?”

Ahri doesn’t know how to answer that.

“Her husband lives here,” Ten replies on her behalf, like the quick thinker he is.

“And who’s her husband?”

Ten does all the answering while Ahri stares at the ground, trying to think of all the places Reyna could be. The yard? No, the boys would have seen her, or maybe even the cops? She couldn’t have even gotten out of the house. Yeah, okay, maybe Ahri was so tired that she forgot to set the house alarm, so she wouldn’t have known if the front door opened, but how the hell was an infant meant to unlock the door, open it, and make a grand escape? It wasn’t fucking possible!

“Yeah, she’s not here, hyung,” the other cop says after returning to the living room.

“Miss, do you know of anyone who’d want to take your daughter?”

“Take?” someone questions, but Ahri doesn’t know who because her ears start to ring and her breathing stops.

Ahri just sits in silence for a while as the boys go back and forth with the police, doing their best to help while also not trying to get anyone in trouble by revealing too much. After all, the police know who lives there. They know who used to live there too, the famous Taeyong and Jaehyun… They know who they’re dealing with. One slip up and everything’s over. But they can’t lie completely or else they’re of no help to the cops either. It’s a dangerous game to play, a slippery slope they have to navigate together while Ahri silently considers the worst.

“Ahr, look at me,” someone coos gently, pressing their palms to her cheeks. She looks up to find Doyoung on his knees in front of her, his eyes filled with worry, his face red from crying. “You okay?”

The boys are in Busan, there’s no way Doyoung was actually in front of her. No way. It’d only been a few minutes since she woke up and called the boys over for help.

“Ahr, talk to me.”

And then the couch cushion to her left sinks in under the weight of Jungwoo who is even more of a mess than Doyoung.

“How’re you here?” she croaks.

Doyoung sighs and slumps before explaining that Winwin called the second she called them, and the boys got on the first flight out of Busan. Ahri doesn’t believe it. That still two hours away at best, with an hour long flight, and getting to and from the airports…

“Baby, the cops have already been here almost two hours,” Jungwoo whispers.

Ahri looks around slowly. There’s more police now, swarming her home, investigating the little details of their private lives, like the family photos on the mantle beneath the TV, or the baby toys scattered around that make their way into evidence bags, or the dead security camera in the corner that faces the front door and the entirety of the living room— Johnny promised weeks ago that he was going to charge it… Doyoung offered to do it for him, but Johnny kept insisting that he’d get around to it eventually… Johnny’s standing in the entryway, the door propped open to accommodate the flow of traffic in and out of the house while he talks to an officer who’s jotting down notes and asking more questions. John looks… put together. While Doyoung looks like he cried the whole way home and tried to be presentable before looking at Ahri, and Jungwoo is crying at her side, clinging to her desperately… Johnny is standing tall, his head held high, not a single thing wavering about while he answered the tough questions, like why his girlfriend is seen kissing his group mates in framed pictures around the house.

“Where’s Reyna?” Ahri asks Doyoung.

Jungwoo presses his forehead against her shoulder and cries some more while Doyoung replies that he doesn’t know. The cops are looking. But they don’t know. They’ll know soon, though, he promises, she’ll be back home before Ahri knows it, and everything’s gonna be okay again. Yuta’s even on his way from Japan, and Mark and Haechan are trying to see if they can sneak out of their duties in Taipei to come home.

“I need to go look for her,” Ahri insists, pushing herself up to her feet. Doyoung and Jungwoo panic, both of them trying to sit her back down, telling her that she needs to relax or she’s going to hurt the baby. “I’m fine.” But Doyoung’s hands are glued over her baby bump as he has her sit back on the couch. “She’s probably just down the street or something. She’s been trying to push herself up to her feet recently—“

“Wait, she has?” Jungwoo questions.

“Maybe she took her first steps then wandered out.”

“Ahr, let the cops look for her, you need to relax,” Doyoung says adamantly.

But she’s up again on her feet, trying to make her way out of the house. Johnny’s attention is caught, and he’s what suddenly stands between Ahri and freedom through the front door. He’s saying the same thing Doyoung is. The baby this, the baby that. The cops are looking, Yuta’s on a war path on his way home from Japan, someone’s gonna find Reyna, but Ahri needs to sit down.

“Baby, you’re pale—“ Johnny puts a hand on her forehead. “Shit, Ahri—“

The boys have a tendency to be overdramatic when it comes to Ahri. Well, at least that’s what Ahri says. They feel like they’re completely in the right for having her taken to the fucking HOSPITAL after she passed out. She’s fine. It’s just the stress and exhaustion, and it doesn’t help that she is pregnant, like they tried to remind her of when she wouldn’t just sit down like that asked! Johnny’s giving her that look. The silent judging one that says if they weren’t in a hospital, and she hadn’t just woken up, and there wasn’t other things to worry about like finding their daughter, and she wasn’t pregnant, Ahri was in so, so, so much trouble. They flew back from Busan in the middle of the night to look for Reyna. How could Ahri get them all worked up and worried like this? But then he gives her another look, a softer one that’s filled with relief as he inches closer to her, his torso practically lying on the hospital bed as he kisses her knuckles. He’s just relieved she’s okay.

“Yuta’s almost here,” he says quietly, trying to keep her docile. “Mark and Hyuck are on a flight home.”

“Reyna?”

“They’re still looking. They checked the camera we have facing her crib… Someone was in the house while you’re sleeping—“

Ahri moves to push herself out of bed, but Johnny’s stronger than she is, and he has the upper hand, so it’s easy for him to just. Push her by the shoulders back onto the bed. Gently, of course. And she lays there, giving him a look that says she wants to be useful, she wants to do something, not just sit around and wait for someone else to find their daughter. But for the sake of not giving her any bad ideas, Johnny doesn’t give into her adorable eyes.

“Let me grab the others.”

He leaves her side for just a moment to open the door, and immediately a group of boys are flooding in. Doyoung, Jungwoo— And then a wave of relief washes over Ahri when she sees both Taeyong and Jaehyun, wearing civilian clothing.

“How?” she croaks as they both lean down to hug her.

“Emergency leave,” Jae replies, his hand on her baby bump. “I listed you as my next of kin, so they notified me when you were admitted. My commanding officer… I think he put the pieces together…”

And as he leans down to kiss Ahri’s belly, she looks at Taeyong.

“I have extraordinary performance leave of absence rewards saved up, because I was going to use them later to Reyna’s birthday.”

No one says anything to that. Instead, Ahri sits up comfortably, even though the boys look displeased. Overdramatic. So the police checked one of the only working cameras in the house— Because Ahri charged it before the boys left so that they could check on Reyna whenever they were gone and missing her— and someone walked through their home… Quietly went past Ahri to get Reyna, and walked out? How? Why? The alarm wasn’t set… No one else was in the house… And they picked the front door lock easily. Still doesn’t answer why, though. None of the boys have an explanation. The cops don’t either.

“A sasaeng?” Ahri breathes out the forbidden word.

To them, saying that is similar to the weight of “Voldemort” in Harry Potter. They never talk about sasaengs, never care about them, never make it seem like their actions will change a thing. Sure, sasaengs were the reason Ahri could never go out in public with the boys, and no one could ever know about Reyna. But that was a given from the first day Johnny asked out Ahri… Sasaengs did plenty of things to the boys since then, but they never let that impact their relationship. Ever. Maybe they should worry about them more… Fear them, even. Someone broke into their home and took their daughter. That doesn’t just happen. How could a random person know that the boys lived there but weren’t there, and why would they take Reyna without bothering Ahri? It doesn’t make any sense.

“She needs her medicine soon,” Ahri continues when no one says anything. “The prescription on the counter, it was still there when I was looking for… She needs it every twelve hours…”

The boys slump into their own chairs, hiding their faces in their hands while considering all the possibilities.

“It’s going on six hours since you noticed she was gone,” Johnny says. “The police aren’t going to do anything ‘til they have a lead, but maybe we can rush them along if they know we’re racing against the clock…” He bites his lip— A bad habit he has behind closed doors when he’s anxious. “Sasaengs are detectives too, right? They can find anyone.”

Taeyong shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”

“It’d rush things along.”

“No.”

“It would just be me… I’ll do it alone—“

“No.”

“What are we even talking about?” Jungwoo questions.

And before Johnny and Taeyong can continue to duke it out, the door opens again, a frantic Yuta running in to kiss Ahri before turning to Johnny.

“Who do I have to hit?”

Johnny gestures for Yuta to sit and cool off. He only just got back, he doesn’t know that for hours they’ve been sitting around, waiting helplessly for the police to do something, all of the boys left to ponder what they’re going to do to the asshole who took their daughter once they get their hands on him. Yuta seems on the side of torture. Johnny’s not…. against the thought… But he’s the one who has to keep them together, so he tosses up his idea again, but rather than leaving it as a potential solution, he’s adamant he’s going to go through with it.

“I’ll take to the police. They might set up a press conference, or I’ll do it at the company. Either way… We just need the fans to know what’s going on.”

“What do you not get when I say no?” Taeyong argues. “It’s a bad idea. It’ll ruin you, Ahri and Reyna won’t be anonymous anymore, you put Reyna at risk even more—“

Yuta takes a seat on Ahri’s bed rather than in a chair like the others. “What the fuck did I miss?”

“He wants to hold a press conference to ask for help finding Reyna.”

“Wait, like… Tell everyone about us?” Jungwoo’s eyes go wide.

“No, no,” Johnny insists. “Just me and Ahri. Listen, it’s inevitable, don’t you think? My name’s on Reyna’s birth certificate, the damn marriage license with Ahri so that she doesn’t have to lift a finger, so that we can take care of her. Every doctor we’ve seen knows I’m her dad. They sign her paperwork with my name all over it. Nurses see us in these hallways every few weeks for check ups… Everyone at the company knows about me and Ahri, they know about Reyna. What do you think is gonna happen when she gets old enough for school and we have to put her in day care? All those fancy private schools are going to ask to know who her father is, and they’re going to interview me and Ahri, and do background checks. People are going to find out. Either someone’ll leak it to the press, or we get ahead of it, I take the shame and blame, and instead of asking for their forgiveness, we ask for their help. All those girls out there who love us and have their ways of finding people will take pity on us, and help us find Reyna. If they want to keep shaming me for having a family after that, then… We deal with it then. But for now, if I do this, we find Reyna, and no one has to find out about all of us. All the doctors, nurses, and teachers will just think that my group mates are supportive and help me and my wife out with the kid. Right?”

Taeyong shakes his head still, refusing to look at Johnny. Because he’s right. A baby makes it next to impossible to stay a secret forever, but if they can change the narrative, and if it’ll help Reyna, then how can they not try?

“What if the other sasaengs get upset too and try to do something to Ahri or Reyna again?” Jaehyun asks.

“The cameras weren’t charged, hyung,” Doyoung says flatly. “And the alarm wasn’t on… and the lock is old… We did everything wrong, and that’s our fault. Whatever happens, we don’t let it happen again.”

Yuta shifts slightly to face Johnny. “What about your career, hyung?”

“I don’t care. I want her back.”

Taeyong’s less than happy about it, but after that, Johnny goes to talk to the police again to see if they’ll let him hold a press conference. Parents do it all the time when their child goes missing. They use the news to ask for help searching for a suspect and their kid, so why couldn’t they do the same? Being idols doesn’t mean they can’t ask for their daughter back.

Ok blah blah Aurora is skipping a bit cuz I'm over this part and want to move the plot along yada yada-- anyhow. I'm gonna go back to summarizing for a second. Bear w/ me plz <3

So Johnny goes through with it, making a heartfelt plea in front of the police station, facing the cameras, a letter in his hands. Ahri hardly ever sees Johnny waver. But when she and the rest of the boys watching on the TV see him shaking like a leaf, it sends a shiver down her spine. He's always so stoic... But not now... Not as he reveals that he's legally married to a woman he really loves, and the cameras start clicking more and more as he reveals that he has a family, a beautiful baby girl who went missing in the night. His plea for help, for their baby to come home because she needs her meds breaks Taeyong. Mark and Haechan get to the hospital just after the press conference, the two of them in shambles. Hyuck hardly keeps it together while cuddling in bed with Ahri, and Mark crumbles the second the others take turns hugging him.

"There's no updates," Johnny says after he gets back to the hospital. He sees Mark sitting in the corner, and the two of them meet to hug. Hyuck doesn't even try to get out of the hospital bed. "The police said they'll call me if there's anything else..."

They wait. A long time. Most of them didn't sleep the night before, and even with their anxieties over the situation and how they are trying so hard not to fall asleep, but it's next to impossible at some point to keep their eyes open... Hyuck falls asleep first, then Jungwoo, Doyoung, but then the fluttering eyes stop there. Johnny's sitting with his phone charging in his lap, staring at the dark screen, waiting for it to light up at any moment with news. Jaehyun and Taeyong are talking quietly, and Mark is picking at his lips while staring at the closed door, hoping that someone'll run in with Reyna, saying that she's home and she's safe, that whoever took her somehow got her meds for whatever impossible reason... When Johnny's phone does ring, the whole room wakes up, listening for what's going to be said on the other side after Johnny turns on the speaker. It's not the news they were hoping for. Not the news they wanted.

Side note from Aurora again: I think someone asked me before if Mark ever finds out that he's Reyna's dad. Canonically, no. But here we go.

Well, bringing it public worked, but not in the way anyone expected-- A demand was made, a simple one. Money? No. Did they have some kind of blackmail? Kind of. What was it? They want Johnny to be honest about who Reyna's dad is, and the truth about their relationship. The boys are petrified. What? Why? They don't even know who her dad is, so what does it matter? How does the person who has her even know about them, about how Johnny might not be Reyna's biological dad? What would this person get out of it?

"I'll call you back," is all Johnny says before he hangs up on the officer calling.

"How would we even know the truth?" Jaehyun asks. With their second kid, they know who the dad is, they know Jaehyun is the one responsible for that-- But with Reyna, they promised that they would never know the truth in order to be fair.

"She had a bunch of tests done when she was in the hospital this year, you remember?" Johnny sniffles, staring at the ground in shame. "I had them run a DNA test, just in case she was sick with something hereditary, I don't know, okay, I was panicking, and as her dad, I didn't need to do anything but ask the nurse to just... do it..."

"Fuck, Johnny," Yuta curses angrily.

"None of you even noticed when I took your used coffee cups or toothbrushes for the samples."

"Jesus," Jae whispers.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't think it would matter!"

"Who knows?" Ahri asks.

"Anyone in this hospital, and then anyone they could have told, and so on."

The reality was crashing down on them. Fuck. Shit.

"We didn't know why she was sick! I was scared!"

"You can't just go behind our backs like that, though!" Jungwoo cries.

Taeyong stands and paces for a moment, catching everyone's attention, drawing the room to silence again before he speaks, "So who is it?" Johnny gulps. "You know the truth, and they're demanding we say something, so it can't be you or else no one would care. So who is it?"

Johnny bites his lip momentarily. "Mark."

Everyone's gaze shifts to the second youngest who goes pale, his eyes wide, his breath stopping within an instant like it had been knocked out of him by Johnny himself. Mark. Out of all of them, the one who was most nervous about having Reyna, the one who doubted himself the most, but also the most worried about her when she got sick was Mark, and all along, Johnny knew the truth.

"We can't tell anyone," Haechan immediately insists. "If we do, it'll be over. Everything. He's been working for all of this for too long, harder than most of us, giving up more than all of us combined-- If Mark's name is dragged into this, it's over. Our groups, his album, his career. We can't."

"We could lie," Doyoung offers.

"And if the person who has Reyna knows we're lying, then what?" Taeyong bites rudely, still pacing and shaking his head. "It's over."

"We can wait for the police to catch a lead," Jaehyun says.

"And if that takes too long, then what? She's already past when she needed to take her meds... If we wait longer..." Taeyong chokes on a sob that he swallows after a deep breath.

Mark finally lets out a shaky breath while leaning backwards, his head hitting the wall behind him with defeat. "We have to do it."

"Even if we don't say who her dad is, and even if we lie, they're still demanding we tell the truth about our relationship," Johnny adds.

"They have no proof, though," Ahri says, letting out a defeated scoff. "They're probably just guessing, or trying to make you say something they don't know is true in order to ruin your careers and reputations. There's no proof! So why do we have to listen to them?"

"The pictures in the house, Ahr," Johnny says. "They were in our home, you think they didn't gather evidence about our lives first, digging for something else to blackmail us with?"

"Okay, the pictures show us hugging and kissing. So what?"

"Idols have been burned for worse," Haechan croaks.

Silence again for a minute.

"I'll do it," Mark finally says more confidently as he sits up straight. "I'll do it just to get her back."

"Mark--" Hyuck tries to protest.

"I can't speak for the rest of you, so I'm not going to, but I just want Reyna back safe, and if that means giving up our glory days, then... fine... I'll gladly give up the spotlight for her."

Taeyong sits again. "Me too. All they know, and all there's proof of is that we've all had a relationship with Ahri, and that's not against any laws, especially if we don't fess up to a timeline or that we're all... You know..."

They can't be that honest. Even if they wanted to, admitting the reality would land Taeyong and Jae in jail, and the others would face too many concequences to count. It was true, there were pictures in the house of their family, but it was mostly just them standing around while Ahri posed as she held Reyna in her arms. Others were of her kissing one of the boys, or one of them kissing her cheek. There is no timeline for anyone to form out of those images, and the hope is that those pictures will never make it to the public anyhow. So... the best thing to do is say that they all dated Ahri, and that Mark is Reyna's dad. It meets the demands, and it saves their skin for the most part. Their careers were going to be over, but Mark seems certain that he doesn't care, and Taeyong's right behind him.

"Okay," Yuta agrees.

Jaehyun, Johnny, Doyoung, and Jungwoo are all nodding. There's just one odd man out, one person who's frozen in place, shaking like a chihuahua in Ahri's arms. Haechan. Being an idol is all he's ever known-- All most of them have ever known, but it's his life, it's where his family is, and being on stage is what he was born to do. Giving it all up in an instant is terrifying.

"Do we all have to say it?" he asks quietly.

Johnny shakes his head. "I can do the talking, and maybe Mark'll have to, too, but you won't."

Haechan gulps. "Do I have to stand in front of the cameras?"

"We have to apologize, Hyuck," Doyoung replies shyly.

Because of the shame of what they've done, they all have to get up there and apologize to the fans-- Even though they shouldn't have to, and the whole situation is so stupid and unfair to them! They aren't hurting anyone. They were happy living a quiet life with Ahri and Reyna behind closed doors while still going out and performing for the fans who love them so much. Apologizing feels wrong... But it's necessary, unfortunately.

Hyuck nods with a deep breath then turns to hide against Ahri who holds him and tells him that it's going to be alright while Johnny and Mark get up to call the police back, to set it all up.

"I'm so sorry," Ahri says.

No one blames her. It's not her fault they fell in love with her, and it's not her fault that they all agreed to dating each other. It's not her fault that this happened to them, that some fucked up person decided to intrude on their personal lives. She doesn't have to apologize anymore than they do... But like them, she feels like she has to.

Ok Aurora's back to check in on how we're doing. Do we need a drink? I got vodka in the cabinets. I can get soju or something if you need to get through the rest of this. How about some snacks? Maybe a anti-delulu pill? No? We good? Okay. Let's run it. We're gonna be switching to the boys' POV now wowowweewow (I'm going crazy)

Ahri doesnt watch the news when the boys leave for the press conference. She can't bear to see what's going to happen, even though it's the boys who have to endure the worst while she lays uselessly in a hospital bed as the reason that all of this is happening in the first place. If she never met Johnny, this wouldn't have happened. If she didn't have that threesome with Yuta, she and Johnny never would have talked about being in a polyamorous relationship. If she'd stopped eye-fucking Taeyong, Doyoung never would've gotten drunk and confessed his feelings for Ahri, and then Taeyong wouldn't have asked her out too........ If she didn't wear that short blue skirt on her birthday, then Reyna wouldn't have been born, and another babby wouldn't be on the way, and none of this would be happening. Their careers would be in tact. They wouldn't have to constantly worry about getting caught with Ahri or Reyna, or being seen being intimate with each other. It doesn't matter what the boys say, Ahri knows that all of this is her fault, and she just can't bear to watch it all crumble for that reason.

When the press conference is over, the media's trying to ask all kinds of questions while the boys are corralling each other off-stage. They had it set up at the company this time, the big logo behind them, some of their friends watching from the office windows, gossiping about what was going on. Johnny did most of the talking, like he promised. They admitted to the relationship with Ahri, and he said that his daughter isn't his, but actually Mark's. He didn't offer up any more details than necessary, and they refused to answer questions or make more comments. They are all so good about keeping their shit together in front of the cameras, even Haechan who is shaking uncontrollably and reaching to hold Mark's hand while they bow after after apologizing-- But the second they're inside and building and heading upstairs, perhaps for the last time before the company decides to kick them to the curb, he breaks. Haechan feels like he's being suffocated in the confines of the elevator. The second the doors open, he runs out and rushes to the locker room they always used after practices when they needed to shower... The boys follow. Haechan's already peeling off his clothes, running hot water and dipping under the shower head while crying, hoping the warm water will stop his shivers, and that the water will cover up his tears. But nothing helps. He holds onto the wall to balance himself while trying to control his breathing.

"I've got you," Taeyong coos, taking off his jacket to keep it try before reaching to keep Hyuck on his feet.

Yuta closes the locker room door behind all eight of them, then sits on the floor, his back against the door so no one can get in. Mark silently navigates his way to another shower in the far back corner, and without even taking off his shoes or stripping out of his clothes, he turns on the water and falls to his knees, facing away from the room so no one can see his face. Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jaehyun, and Johnny gather around the benches where they used to set their bags down while they changed clothes or stripped before showering. Now it's used for all of them sit in silence except for Johnny. He stands, his back pressed against a wall full of unused lockers.

They're all trying to think of something funny to say to lighten the mood, but nothing comes out. Not while Mark is isolating himself in the corner and Haechan's having a panic attack. Now all there's left to do is wait. Wait for news about Reyna... Wait for the public reaction to their scandal... Are they going to be shunned forever, forced out of the industry, never to show their faces in public again... Or will the fans be split on the situation, allowing the company to keep the boys on but at least put them on hiatus for a bit until things die down... And what about Mark and Haechan participating in Dream? Will the fans call for their removal or will no one give two fucks?

"Should we go talk to the police?" Doyoung asks.

The police were downstairs, still talking to the media, not about the boys' relationship with Ahri or the scandal itself, but asking for more help finding Reyna, trying to get information about who took her.

"Let's just... sit here for a bit..." Jaehyun responded. "Nothing matters in here..."

Once Yuta would move out of the doorway and they'd step outside, reality would hit again. They would have to face the consequences of their actions, apologize some more, explain themselves to questioning executives, talk to police officers who were practically useless trying to find Reyna. But in that locker room, the eight of them were just... them. The same locker room where they used to snap towels at each other, or where Johnny would find a way to turn off the hot water so all of them jumped into freezing showers unexpectedly, or where some of them kissed for the first time because there was no one around and it was guaranteed that there were no cameras watching them. In the locker room, Taeyong could take care of Haechan without worrying about someone catching onto why he was actually doing it. Inside, Yuta could guard the door to protect the others while they grieved what should have been the most successful years of their lives-- Despite their shitty company who never did them any favors. Inside, Jungwoo could start to sob as he worried about Reyna. Afterall, he was the one who had her in his room when she got sick, and he spent every day since then worried to death that something else would happen to her. He kept track of her meds, he made sure she ate enough of Johnny and Doyoung's cooking, he made sure that none of the boys were in contact with her after traveling abroad because that's what the doctor ordered. His worst fear was having her get sick all over again. And while this was worse nightmare than that, the anxiety of thinking about what was happening to her without her meds made it impossible for Jungwoo to think straight.

Minutes later, Johnny's phone rings. He frantically answers it with a worried croak, "Ahri?" that catches everyone's attention except for the three boys in the shower room. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, J. I have her."

"What?"

"I have her. Reyna. She's fine. She's here with me, she's safe, she's healthy, she not sick. I have her back."

Johnny suddenly slides down the lockers before sitting on the floor with a loud thud that leaves the rest of the boys even more concerned. "How?"

"I don't know," she says. "I was asleep after you guys left, and I just woke up, and there she was, in a hospital crib next to my bed, asleep and babbling happily."

"Someone just... left her there?"

"I guess? I don't know."

The ever so stoic Johnny falls apart, sobbing into his free hand while still holding his phone up to his ear. It worked. They took a gamble giving into the demands, giving up everything they've built together, but it worked.

"Ahr has Reyna," he announces to the boys with a cry.

Jaehyun lets out a sigh of relief into his hand as he leans forward. Doyoung's able to cry again after trying to hold back in front of Ahri ever since they got back from Busan. Jungwoo's crying more, but he has enough in him to ask if she's okay. Yeah, she's okay. She's the happy baby they know and love.

Yuta abandons his post at the door to go to the shower room, kicking off his shoes before walking over to Mark who's still drenched in his own clothes beneath the freezing cold water that makes Yuta hiss when he reaches out to caress Mark's back lovingly. Mark jolts when he's touched. He looks up, eyes red and puffy, obvious tears streaming down his face despite his attempt to hide them in the shower. Yuta turns off the water. He crouches down besides Mark and pats him on the head.

"Ahri has Reyna back."

Mark's lower lip trembles, then he grabs Yuta's shirt and starts to cry against him.

Taeyong turns off the water and helps Hyuck out of the shower finally now that he's calmed down and isn't shaking so much anymore. The good news comes as an overwhelming relief to all of them. Hyuck gladly accepts help getting dried off and put back into his clothing because he knows that the sooner they're ready to leave, the faster they can go back to the hospital to see Ahri and Reyna. Mark's a bit slower. It takes him a few minutes to be convinced by Yuta to be lifted to his feet as he's still crying, and when they walk into the locker area where the rest of the boys are, Doyoung's already supplied one of the stupid company merch T-shirts and a pair of gym shorts that are always in the locker rooms for whenever one of the boys stupidly forgets to bring practice clothes with them. Usually that only happens to the trainees... Still, the extra supply of clothes helps them in the long run because they manage to peel Mark out of his sopping wet clothes and into dry ones.

"I'm gonna talk to the police before we leave for the hospital," Johnny says, already off the phone with Ahri since nurses wanted to check on Reyna. As he weaves his way through the group, he gently holds the back of Hyuck's neck and presses a kiss to his temple, then continues on towards the door.

alright, squad, let's take a breather... *pops an anti-delulu pill* that'll kick-in in about 30 min, so let's finish this puppy

Later, when the boys arrive at the hotel, Johnny's first mission is to see with his own eyes that Reyna is in fact there, alive, and okay, before he finds the doctor and starts asking about how the hell someone walked through the hospital with their daughter in a hospital cradle, dropped her off in Ahri's room, and walked out without being seen. No one knows. The police are checking cameras, trying to figure out who's responsible, and how and why this all happened... But no one knows anything. And that irritates Johnny. How's he supposed to keep his family safe when they don't even know who or what he's supposed to be keeping them safe from?

The other boys rush Ahri's hospital room like a fucking stampede. Everyone's trying to be the first to see her, all of them asking a million questions that Ahri has few answers to. Yes, Reyna's healthy. The doctors can't find anything wrong with her... It's almost like she did take her meds, which is odd, because they're prescriptions, and they're in the house still, according to the police who went to check earlier. No, she's not upset. Hell, Reyna doesn't even know what the fuck is going on. The second she's in Taeyong's arms, she's giggling and reaching to poke the little divot spot under his eye. She's not exactly happy to be in Jaehyun's arms, which is the only unusual thing, but they realize once she tries to reach up for his now non-existent long hair that she's just pissed his hair is still so short. Like mother, like daughter.

"Can I?" Mark chirps up, stepping forward between Taeyong and Jaehyun.

Their smiles falter slightly at the realization of what this means to him now, after everything, but Jaehyun willingly surrenders her to Mark who accepts her with a heavy, scared sigh. As she settles in his arms, Reyna coos happily again. And then she hiccups. She whines uncomfortably, squirming around in his arms, trying to get comfortable as she hiccups again... But Mark's giggling at her.

"Welcome home... Our little Reyna..."

Back then, when she was born, Mark held her in his arms, and he was giggling and cooing at her the same way when the name "Reyna" accidentally slipped out of his mouth. He hadn't meant to name her. He figured that should've been left up to Ahri, or Johnny, or someone else, but never him. It just happened so suddenly. "My Reyna," that was what he said back then. But now, after everything, she was their Reyna.

good job, squad, we survived! hope you enjoyed this non-canon retelling of a dream i had about poly!ilichil x ahri lol

[infoglitch]

Falling dusk (a Lancaster story)

Chapter 1: a beacon in the dark.

Ruby's feet trudged through the black sand as she carried crescent Rose on her back. With jaune not to far behind as he carried crocea mors on his hip and ember Celica on his right arm.

Ruby's torn cloak billowed behind her revealing gamble shroud was attached to the back of her waist.

"how much farther until we reach beacon?" Jaune asked as his breath was ragged. Ruby kept going as jaune followed, she was completely ignoring him.

"ruby! Are you listening?" Jaune spoke again as Ruby kept walking her once silver eyes now a dull black. Jaune grumbled softly as he managed to catch up to her and grab her shoulder.

"RUBY." He said sternly as Ruby turned to face him her eyes narrowing at him. Her face contorted into a scowl. "We have a few hundred miles left until we reach beacon, and we will still a few hundred miles when we finally leave vacuo. YOU ASKING QUESTIONS ISNT HELPING" Ruby finally answered as her voice was cold. Jaune simply looked at her and nodded.

"alright.. we will have to camp soon. How much longer do you think we can last with just our aura?" Ruby questioned the blonde as jaune sighed, closing his eyes before eventually opening them.

"we got 6 days left then our auras are drained we'll need to find more rations soon... Who knows we might find some cookies." Jaune jested but ruby just sighed and looked away.

Eventually the two set up camp as jaune sat opposed to Rwby as she had taken out her sisters scarf and held it close.

Jaune sat quiet just allowing silence to fill the void. Before finally he asked the question he knew he would ask eventually after.. after Armageddon.

"what happened to us.." jaune asked as Ruby just looked away. "Now isn't the time jaune" she would mumble.

"there is no time left rubes, we are left HERE! Time doesn't exist anymore- Life doesn't exist anymore! so- what happened to us?! We were practically linked at the hip when we started. But now- Now I can't tell if I'm even your friend anymore. Let alone your partner..." Jaune pressed on as Ruby just looked away. She didn't want to entertain this conversation.. not at all.

Jaune took a breath before sighing. "I'm just... I'm tired.. I still worry about you rubes but I'm at the point of just giving up. Everyone is gone, my sister's are gone, my parents are gone, your family is gone, all of our friends are gone. Reduced to either ash or Grimm.. I cant keep going like this-"

"I CANT KEEP GOING LIKE THIS EITHER! BUT IM NOT THE ONE BITCHING ABOUT IT!" Ruby interrupted Jaune as she stood up. Her face was only darkened by the growing shadows.

"YOU THINK I DONT WISH WE WERE BACK AT BEACON, BACK TO BEING KIDS WHO JUST WANTED TO FIGHT MONSTERS?! I DO! I do! There is never going to be a day where I hope this is all just a nightmare. That I will wake up at beacon being late to Ms. Goodwitch's class, with my sister, my teammates, my friends waiting for me! I wanna go back to the way things were just as much as you do!" Ruby continued her eyes glowing as hot tears ran down her face.

"but what the hell am I supposed to do when reality is that this is REAL. This is our destiny. To try and find the remaining relics in hopes that we can undo this or at the least stop Salem! You wanna know what happened to us?! We broke a part because you can't handle reality!" Ruby shouted out as she knew some parts of what she said were wrong but she knew the majority was right.

Jaune just sat there. As much as he wanted to protest he figured it only escalate things. And this point, things could not be allowed to escalate anymore.

"alright.." that was all jaune could mutter as Ruby just looked at him. Before she sat down.

As the two were about to just continue the rest of the night in silence a light shined in the sky.

[arthurflecksgirl]

"Halo"

Word count : 3000

TW : Quick mentions of injury/Jail life

Summary : This scenery is inspired by some scenes from the teaser trailer but Harley free. Reader is visiting Arthur in his cell, comforting him which ends up being a healing experience for both of them.

The smell of garbage and hopelessness was hanging in the air like thick smoke. The instant chattering of the inmates impossible to keep you from feeling it in your bones. You begged for some white noise, for a sound less tormenting. Soon you will be able to hear his voice. Soothing, even if it was cracking. Only a few more steps down the stained hallways, passing some more guards, hearing some more screams and shouts. Laughter coming from a cell nearby. It wasnˋt him but you could tell it was some other inmate trying to mimic his cries. They probably didnt even know it was a cry. In here, he was the man who laughs. Always. The mocking sound send shivers down your spine. It  hurt you deep down in your heart, which was so full of love for this man, it didnt had any capacy left for anything else. You could tell by the way they tried to imitate his laughter, that they didnt knew about the painful source it was emerging from. That he had to fight it all his life. To endure it when he felt it crawling up his throat when in reality he was begging for a single tear to run down his cheek. Sometimes the tear would come but only from fighting so hard against the laughter. To them he was the man who never cried. Humiliation? He would be the man who laughs. Tasting someones fist and his own blood? He would be the man who laughs. Eletroshock therapy……

You fought for a long time to be allowed to visit him in his cell. Without the cold, stained glass between his skin and yours. Sometimes when the glass got all foggy from his breath you envied the surface for being covered with what was part of him. You wish it was your skin feeling the moist fog coming out of his mouth after he was cracking a joke that would only make you laugh.

You didnˋt notice your fingers starting to crumble the letter you were holding. The one you wrote for him  a week ago, so he had something to hold on to when you were back home again. Home. Who were you even kidding? Home was where he was, and if that meant home was a filthy cell in Arkham state hospital, then so it be.

 You would take off your clothes, fold them and put them under his sleepy head at night. Arthur rarely had been sleepy before,insomnia was holding him tight in itˋs claws, but the doctors made sure to keep him calmer. They made sure the man who laughs isnt laughing all through the night.

Even though it was never quiet in the hallways. Never a moment of rest, you knew that on his side, with your sweater functioning as a shared, tiney pillow it would work out somehow to find some peace. Even if only for a moment, even if only for a lullaby long. You would hum and sing him to sleep while youˋre touching his unwashed, curly hair. And his tiney body would soon stop shaking underneath your loving hands.The shakyness would come back in waves with every glimpse of a nightmare but you would be still awake,making sure he will be comforted by your hand on his forehead. A sweet, warm kiss or two or countless to make him drift back to sleep, even though he promised not to fall asleep to not miss a minute with you.

 But sleeping in your arms was not wasted time. It was the most precious gift under the sky. Especially in here. Your arms, a shelter within a cell. A tent within a harsh reality that wasnˋt able to effect him as baldy anymore. He knew that if he reached out to his own head he would find your hand. He would have proof the sensation of a hand in his hair wasnˋt just a dream. There was an arm and a shoulder to lie on. There was you.

„Miss,you now have an hour with Mr. Fleck.“ The Guards voice woke you out of your thoghts and you realized what you did to the letter in your hands „Dammit, what was I thinking?“ you cursed as you tried to even out the paper. The letter was important. It was something real, something physical to touch.

The door made a heavy sound as it opened. You could get a glimpse of Arthur through the small window which said „E258“.

Was that all he was to them? A number? While his name sounded like a poem to you, this number written on the door of his cell seemed like an insult which tried to strip him off his personality. You wondered who the other inmates were before they had been put in here and given a number. What their story was and what dreams they had before they ended up sounding like one pile of unbearable noise.

You wondered about if anyone in here was treating Arthur nicely. If he made some friends.

„Miss?“ the guard nodded as he pointed inside the claustrophobic space.

Then you saw him.

His gloomy eyes deperately searching for something that feels real. His tiney frame cradeling itself back and forth. There was so comfort here except a vivid dream world in your own mind. The memory of a song you used to love when you  were still able to see the blue skies whenever you wanted to.

 You hoped that he still had this amount of imagination. To make the black and greys his favourite colors. To make the mocking laughter coming from the other cells his favourite songs. You wondered if he ever danced around his cell on sleepless nights , imagining you between his arms. You craved to be the ghost of Arkham staying with Arthur night and day. Less like a spirit but more like an guardin angel wrapping him in golden, protective light.   

When the door fell open Arthur was barely reacting. He doubted it to be happening like everything else around him, including himself. The guard told you something else but you  werenˋt listening. All you could hear was Arthurs silent hum. Quiet as it was,to you it seemed more dominant than the arguments and fights going on a couple of feet away. It was like the place was filled with Arthur. His hums and heavy dreams, his sweat, tears and breath.

„Hey, my love“ you said, you could barely stand to be still a couple of steps away from him, but you wanted to give him a moment to realize you were real. Arthurs white undershirt was hanging loosely on his skinny body. He must have lost even more weight since last time you saw him.

Arthur was looking at the dim light that came from the ceiling. As if your voice was coming from there. He looked exhausted from always dreaming but never sleeping.

„Darling?“ you carefully kneed down beside him. His hands still wrapped around his knees, while he as sitting on the floor beside his so called bed. For a moment you thought that seeing him in his cell was actually worse than getting to see him behind the glass window. Wittnessing the reality of his every day life in here was unbearable. You desperately wanted him to get out of here. To bring him dinner to a sun flooded kitchen table, to wrap him into a fuzzy blanket.

„….is love, sweet love…“ he hummed quietly as he finally looked at you. His eyes trying to adjust his new reality.

„Y/N?“

„Yeah, its me. I am here now, Arthur. Do you hear me? Itˋs okay. I am here“ You placed the letter on the small table.

Arthur closed his eyes and smiled as if he was trying to absorb the information. To see if it would still be real when he opened his eyes again.

You started at him, waiting for him to do so. Desperately longing for looking into his eyes. He still kept them closed.

„…its the only thing…..“

He continued cradeling himself

„….there is just…….“

„Arthur? „

„….too little of….“

He quietly chuckled as he re opened his eyes. An emerald green universe of dreams. He opened his arms , waiting for you to get into his embrace. Eyes awkwardly focused on nothing. But his grin spoke more than words. He knew. He knew it was you.

You threw yourself into his arms within a second but yet you felt weightless, almost non existend as you fell onto his body. Did you become a dream the moment he held you? Part of his wold that was created out of imagination and hopes? Arthur was still hoping. For colors, for music and love. He was still craving after all he had to endure in here. Craving to be held.

His hold was surprisingly strong despite his weak body. You felt it while your own body seemed to disappear. You wanted to be real for him but if you were a dream……oh boy, if you were a dream you could stay with him forever and never had to leave for a single moment in time again. Time, space, cellar doors or rules……Nothing could effect you anymore. A dream can stay with you in every situation. Asleep or awake. You so desperately wanted to be his.

„Youˋre…here?!“

He needed this to be real.

You needed this to be real.

For once.

You coudnt talk as you opened your eyes. Can dreams talk back to you? You bet they can.

He needed your body to be something to touch. Not just a shilloutette of light standing beside his bed at night. Like an angel. Like something heavenly he made up in this hell that was these four walls.

The light coming from the ceiling crowned his head like a halo as he adjusted his position to hold you tighter. How ironic that this place which treated him as a dangerous criminal made him look like a saint.

Arthur shifted into your arms. The halo was gone. He wasnt standing in the light anymore.

But he was the light. He was tenderness. Holding him might have lasted a minute or an entire lifetime. It didnt matter as long as it lasted. Arms around bodies and  souls merging. Time is nothing.

After a little eternity of holding his little frame he stood there with his arms hanging from both sides of him. As if he didnt knew what to do with them anymore, now that they didnt held you.

„Arthur?“

„Hmm?“

„Could you….maybe take a step to the left side?“

He looked confused

„Is there something wrong?“

„No, ist just….I wanna see the real  you“

And as your right hand gently pushed Arthur  into position, the light  coming from the ceiling was crowning his head, making his curls look lighter in color. Making his halo shine.

Arthur smiled. Every single line that was carved into his handsome face moved, getting deeper.

„Perfect“ you whispered.

Arthur didnt even ask. He trusted you. He didnt move until you came towards him and hugged him again. This time you wanted to hold him tighter but you didnt dare to. Fragile as he seemed you were afraid to hurt him. Telling from the exposed skin on his chest and arms he suffered multiple bruises and cigarette burns.

„Who did this to you,love?“ it was hard to hold back the tears now.

Arthurs hands didnt move,lying on your back like they had always been there.

„I….um…I….canˋt remember“ he mumbled into the crook of  your neck.

„…but ist….fine…Iˋm getting…I think I am getting better. You know i´ve been thinking of some real good jokes. Of songs even. I was wondering if I could mix the two? Music and comedy and come up with a funny tune to make the days go by easier….and…I was wondering if….“

His voice cracked

„If what, Arthur?“ you losened the embrace to hold his face in your hands.

He swallowed hard „….Nevermind“

„You can tell me“

„I know“

„But itˋs okay if you canˋt right now“

Arthur nodded gratefully. Somehow all he needed was silence shared with you. The chattering down the halls became ore and more distant. Mutet even. By the music he was hearing when he looked at you. He wonˋt tell you. Not for now. But one day he will. One sweet day he would tell you about the song that was you.

„I wrote you a letter. Its actually not even close to what I have to say. But…“

„I am sure ist just perfect“ he muttered with a crocked smile. Eyes more focused now. „Thank you“.

You noticed a small wound on his temples ,placing a gentle kiss upon it.

„You know they say laughter is  the best medicine“ he said „But I disagree with them here. This is.“

You started kissing every inch of his face. Every wrinkle, every pore, the scar on his upper lip. You felt his mouth forming a smile when you did. And even if it was just wishful thinking, it felt like he was healing in your hands. Arthurs hand searched for yours while he hesitated about kissing you back. He was not used to this. The two of you had kissed before but he still remained rather insecure about being physical. He wasnˋt sure about how to act around someone he  was in love with. What if the way he was talking to you was not the way he was supposed to? If he said something wrong that would make you like him less? But then again….he knew deep inside that if there was one person in the world he could be himself with, it was you. If only he knew himself better. Sometimes he didnˋt knew what to do, how to act or who to be. But with you he felt like you truly saw something in him. And he wanted to be this man you saw when you looked at him.

The man with the halo.

Arthurs hand was holding yours inside his palms now. Carefully at first until it grew into a tight grip.

„You came“ he breathed into your face.

„Of course I did, darling.“

He let go of your hand „Iˋve made something for you“

Arthur nervously turned around to reach for a small object lying on the floor underneath the tiney window which barely let any sunlight in. He kept it in his left hand while he lit himself a cigarette.

„Oh, what is it?“

Arthur exhaled some smoke as he opened his hand.

„Um…we are not allowed to keep a lot of stuff in here….but….Iˋve collected some stones and Iˋve been carving this one here until it looked like a ….um…heart. Well…It was more like Iˋve been rubbing it against stuff because obviously we canˋt keep any sharp objects here. So….it….does not even look like a real heart… I am sorry….Itˋs….probably just some random, fucked up stone…Iˋm…“

You took the small object and kissed it. It was the most beautiful gift youˋve ever receiced.

„Itˋs beautiful…“

Arthur laughed. It was a geniue laugh.

„ Y/N? Are you crying or what?“

Now you had to laugh too.

„I guess I am“

„Iˋm glad you like it but itˋs really not that special“

„Oh, Arthur, belive me. It is.“

You carefully put the stone that had been carved by Arthur very own hands into your backpack. You will keep it under your pillow, once you arrived  at your apartment that should be the apartment of the two of you. The home that kept him save and sound. The kitchen that tranformed into the perfect venue for a waltz at 3 am. The smell of home cooked meals and tangerines filling the air.

„Will you lie down with me for a bit?“ Arthur puffed away his cigarette as he pointed to the dirty bedsheets „Iˋm sorry itˋs not that cosy. I wish I could offer you something more…“

As you crawled under the sheets with him, he lay on his back, his head turned to the side so he could face you, watching as you took your sweater off to place it gently under his head. He twitched when you accidentally touched his wound.

„Oh, Iˋm sorry my love. Better?“

„Yeah“ he whispered, as he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray lying on the worn out bunk bed.

He buried his face into the fabric. It would be so much easier to cope having a piece of you to sleep on.

You worried about how it was probably not allowed to gift him a sweater you brought but for now his lovely head was resting on it while a peaceful look crossed his exhausted face and that was all that mattered.

You lay down beside him, using his chest as your own pillow, able to feel his sharp ribs sticking out. His hollowed out belly rising up and down with every breath.

„Did you eat something today?“

He didnt answer, afraid to worry you even more.

„Do you think I am allowed to bring you home cooked meals?“

Arthur sighed „Umm…I donˋt think so…Itˋs okay. Iˋm not even hungry“

A silent tear rolled down your cheek. Half of worry half of happiness to have him near.

„I like my new sweater pillow. It smells just like you“ he smiled, trying to hide his own concern that it might be taken away from him soon.

„You know, Iˋve got a lot of time in here. To dream I mean. To work on jokes in my head and think of songs. Sometimes I can hear the music coming out of the lamp on the ceiling. But only when the lights are on. Strange isnˋt it?“

You combed his hair with your fingers „Arthur, when you are out of here…One day you will be telling all these jokes in crowded comedy clubs and singing all those songs in Gothams most famous Jazz clubs. And I will be there clapping along with the audience before you go off stage to grab my hand and go home to our kids who watched it on live tv and are so proud of their dad.“

Arthur started humming  an unknown song that he made up in multiple versions . Each song lyric with a different kinda ending. There were so many options to choose from and he liked that.

„This sounds like my favourite version“ he whisperd bewteen the hums.

And for a moment you could have sworn the light coming from the ceiling started flickering and flooded the grey cell in golden spotlights.

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Hiding - Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Hiding - Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

TW:Smoking,bit of Alcohol,Cursing

Tonys eye flicker through the big ballroom with the fanciest people to the fanciest food. The night was calm and cold,people talking while soft music played as white noise.The room filled with many different people,that you wouldnt usually see in one room,presidents,models,bussiness people and the list goes on.There was no lust or life to the party if we wanna put it that way or as Tony thought.He was tired of the people it was 12:13PM and the party started at 6:30PM,he has been walking from people to people,giving them the brightest smile,making sure that they were having fun.

He just sneaked out of a conversation with a guy with the excuse of going to the bathroom but he didnt needed to go there,so he immediately took the back door,not caring if the guy sees him.As he stepped outside,he closed the door behind him,it was quiet out here,though the music still could be heard in a muffled version.

His eyes almost immediately dart to the women,leaning on the fence,smoking a cigarette.He knew who it was,they were no strangers.He starts to walk over and lean on the fence next to her,waiting for her to say something,as he realizes that she wont he starts"pretty isnt it?"He said as he looked up at the dark sky,with a small smile in hopes with starting a conversation with her

She looks at Tony with a cold expression as after she blew the smoke out of her mouth,the smoke disappearing soon enough"What do you want?"She asks,Tony usually doesnt come to her so much cause of their history of being forced to be friends cause of their fathers,as they grew up and Tony father passed,theere was no reason to hang out anymore,since there was no one left to impress with their 'healthy bond'

"Quit that,y/n,i cant even look at you anymore?"Tony asks with a small smirk on his face as his gaze does not leave her.She rolls her eyes slightly taking a blunt again."Atleast can we chat?like i actually want to have something with you"Tony continuous as she blows the smoke out

She chuckles a little which caught Tony of a little,she turns her whole body to Tony,leaning on the fence with her hand which had the cigarette in it,the dress making clear lines of her beautiful curves,making out every part of her body,laying on her skin like it was painted on,a painting that would send Leonardo da Vinci home crying."Wierd way to say that you wanna fuck me then throw me away"She said,raising an eyebrow

Tony chuckled a bit but stayed quiet,he didnt really know what he wanted himself that much either."what cat got your tongue?"She teases,with a small smirk on her lips.His gaze still didnt leave y/n"Thats a gorgeous dress,by the way"Tony says,with a smile,speaking with a bit of a sass put into it

"thats all you got?"She asks,taking a blunt again,while raising an eyebrow again"yeah no…just the much talking with the people in there drained me"Tony admitted,shaking his head as he looked down at his foot"THE Tony Stark drained?Thats new!"She said with a small laugh.From her tone of voice and a bit of body language Tony could tell that she was a bit drunk herself

Tony looks up at y/n then a question pops into his mind"what are you doing out here anyway?"He asked tilting his head a bit to the side as he also furrowed his brows."Im hiding from a guy"She admits almost immediately,as she takes another blunt and then blows out a bit too quick,making her caught at the too much smoke in her lungs"That sounds familiar"He says,as he remembers that he is in the same boot as her,well kinda"Who is the guy?"He asks out of curiosity

"Some dude named Jared,he wants to dance with me even though i told him that i dont wanna dance with him"She says,bluntly,with an annoyed voice"and i got the feeling that he also wanted to sleep with me"She continues,looking up at the sky,then her eyes wall back to Tony"and do you wanna sleep with him?"Tony asks but also feeling the fact that he already knows the answer to that"No!Hes like super creepy"She says,furrowing her eyebrows"i told him in going to the bathroom like 30 minutes ago and im scared that he will found me"She says,taking a blunt from her cigarette then blowing the smoke out in the air in the other direction so it doesnt go into Tonys face,Tony turns around,to the Big glass double door to the ballroom,as he sees a guy in a red suit,looking around as walking closer to the door

"Is that him?"Tony asks from y/n as his gaze doesnt leave the guy,as he is getting closer to the door.Her head turns to the glass door and her eyes go widen,as she feels her heart miss a beat,it felt like she was a bit dramatic or was it the alcohol getting to her head?"YES"She says loudly,as she sees the guy notice her through the glass,geeting his hand on the door handle,she grabs Tonys suit jacket,making his hips touch the fence,as she quickly put her lips on his.

The kiss was more rushed,forced and quick and as Tony was surprised by the sudden action,he saw the guy open the glass door,so he grabbed her hips bringing their lips together for a more softer kiss,Tony could taste the cig from her lips,but it didnt stop him from going further of his tongue entering her mouth,and their tongue danced together in harmony,as y/n put her hands on the side of his face,trying to keep the cigarette away from his face to not burn him,melting in the kiss,both of them feeling their faces get a bit heated.

The guy looked at the scene disappointed and closed the door and went back to the party.

As she pulled away,Tony stayed in the same position,his eyes a bit widen,like he didnt know what he was doing"well we know whats gonna be in the news next"She said with a small smirk,as she knew that they both had a very big place in the media,Tony couldnt help but chuckle a little

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A theory made by me and my friend: part 3

Hello everyone I’m the Whitepine community. Me and my friend have spent the past hour making up theories. They may be quite long but we’d love for you to read them!!

3. My friend came up with a valid reason the century possibly is as we know ivory arrives on a train so my friend looked into what train its a steam train of course! which just so happens to be the 19th century!!!! which i totally believe this is the century we are set in for whitepine as like i said in paragraph 1 the ivory pianos were typically made in the 19th century. Another connection to mysticats death is the person we see her looking after mr hemlocke (pyroscythe) he is seen throwing up coincidental?? NO it isnt another symptom of hemlock posioning is nausea/throwing up. I fully believe mr hemlocke is posioned too this makes me believe that even the family is unaware of the fact hemlock isnt safe at all this might also be a connection to mrs hemlocke dying? i assume she isnt here with us anymore as it is mentioned her piano used to be upstairs in a room but is now locked away in the basement forgotten similar to how ivory is easily forgotten as shes quiet.

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