#this happened and then t woke me up (hes sick) i fell asleep again

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[blackypanther9]

Very first Period – Teen!Daughter!Reader x Father!Alastor

WARNING!: Mention of blood, cursing, slight bit of angst, talking about how babies are made, talking about why the period is happening and what happens AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!! I MEAN IT ! DO NOT READ THIS IF THE BABY MAKING MAKES YOU UNCOMFY !! I tortured Alastor...

A/N: Lol Alastor had to educate himself and teach you what was happening and all the shtick. RIP Alastor Hazbin, guys. I think he died five times before he even explained anything to you and then another 10 times as he educated you. (Pic belongs to rightful owner)

Words: 4 726

TAGLIST: @meg-giry1 @wen01203

You felt like shit, utter shit. Your lower belly was hurting and you didn’t understand why. You didn’t tell your Father, Alastor, anything about this, not wanting him to worry too much about you. A few days ago, you had a massive headache and now this. For crying out loud you were only 14 years old !

You decided to sleep a bit more, but then your Father, Alastor Hazbin, the Radio Host, barged into your room.

“Rise and shine, Darling~!”, he happily said.

“Daaaad...! Just five more minutes, please...”, you whined.

The Radio Host looked at you in confusion and looked at the time. You already slept in two hours more than usual and that on your and his free day too !

“Cher, you slept two hours longer in than usual, and that on our day off too. Are you alright ?”

You turned to him and looked out from underneath your blanket.

“My lower stomach hurts...”, you admitted, knowing it was no use to lie to him.

Alastor looked at you in worry.

“Oh dear...”, he muttered and left the room in a hurry.

It didn’t take long for your Father to return with a cup of a hot drink. He put it down on the night table.

“Here you go, Cher. My Mother taught me how to make this. She said if a woman has lower stomach pains, this will help the pains to subside.”, he said.

You looked at him and smiled softly.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“You’re welcome, my little doe. Now...do you want to cuddle and stay in bed until you feel better ?”

You nodded gently and made grabby hands towards him. Alastor chuckled and got into your bed in front of you. You immediately crawled over to him, put your head on his chest and smiled happily, snuggling into your Father. The Radio Host wrapped his arms around you and held you, while you enjoyed the comfort he gave you.

As the tea was cooled down, Alastor handed it to you and you drank the cup empty, then fell asleep on your Papa, who didn’t mind it at all.

It was afternoon when you woke up again and needed the bathroom. You carefully got up from your sleeping Father’s chest, crawled to the edge of the bed and then got up, making your way to the bathroom. After you were done emptying your bladder and washing your hands, you returned to your Father and weirdly enough, fell quickly asleep again. This never happened before, were you sick ?

As Alastor woke up, he grimaced. He felt something wet and sticky on his upper right thigh, it seemed to have soaked through his pants. He tried to move carefully, to not wake you up, but it seemed to have been fruitless. You woke up and made a noise of disgust and discomfort.

“What’s wrong, Cher ?”, the Father asked gently.

“I feel wet and sticky between my legs, Dad...”

“Did you perhaps wet yourself ?”

You gave him an offended look.

“Ewww ! Papa ! No !”

He lifted his hands in mock offence.

“I was just trying to make sure, Cher.”

As he moved you and himself, he felt that the mattress was also wet.

“What in the...”, Alastor said in confusion, disgust and worry.

“Papa...is it just me, or does the mattress feel....wet too ?”

“I feel it too, mon ange (My Angel).”

Then you froze and Alastor could feel you clench your legs.

“What is it, Cher ?”

“P-Papa...I-I’m scared...”

“Why are you scared ?”

“I...I think I am causing the sticky mess, b-but it doesn’t feel like I am wetting myself. I-I can’t stop it either. Papa, what is this ?”, you asked scared out of your mind.

Alastor hated that you were scared, because he was scared and worried too. Just what was happening ?! He took a deep breath, held you close to his chest and then tore the blanket off of both of you. His eyes went wide in horror, while you screamed.

The wet, sticky patch was blood. A pool of blood and it came from you.

“Fuck !”, Alastor cursed in a small panic.

He got quickly out of the bed and looked at his brown pants, his right pant leg was colored blood red too on his thigh. Your blood red.

“P-Papa, d-don’t leave me ! I’m scared !”

He looked at you, his daughter. He knew he couldn’t stay. He had to call a doctor. His house doctor.

“I-I’ll be right back. I need to call a doctor. Don’t panic and don’t move. P-Papa will be right back, Ch-Cher !”

Then he rushed off, while you started to sob and stare at the mess you made in bed. He sprinted to the house phone and quickly called his doctor.

“Doctor Thomas Hugo, how can I help you ?”, Alastor’s house doctor answered the call.

“Mr. Hugo ! It’s my daughter, she is bleeding out !”, the Radio Host panicked.

“Mr. Hazbin, please calm down. How old is your daughter ?”

“Fourteen !”

“Where is she bleeding out ?”

“Her woman parts I assume ! Her pants are all red and so is the mattress !”

“Has it ever happened before ?”

“No, never !”

“So this is the first time. I see...”

“How are you so calm about this ?! My kid is dying !”, Alastor panicked.

The doctor chuckled in amusement.

“She isn’t dying, Mr. Hazbin. Your daughter is having her menstruation week. It is normal.”

Alastor was confused and worried sick.

“A what now ?”

“Ah...I suppose you never heard about menstruation week before...Every month, for a whole week, a grown woman is going through it. It is normal. If you need further information, you need to seek out a library and get a biology book about woman and their menstruation week.”

After a bit more of convincing, Alastor hung up, changed his clothes and rushed out of the house and quickly drove to a library. As he arrived he went to the exact section, his doctor told him the education book would be at. He found it quickly and went to the register. The librarian gave Alastor a strange look.

“My doctor recommended it to me for my daughter. I am a single parent.”, he said as he noticed her look.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were a pervert.”, she said softly and checked the book out.

It confused the Radio Host, why he would be considered a pervert for purchasing the book ? He hurried back home, checked on his daughter, who passed out and then quickly started to read the book. As soon as he started to learn what was actually happening he got embarrassed and uncomfortable. So she wasn’t dying, her body was just growing up even more.

He looked at you and sighed gently.

‘This will be very uncomfortable to explain to her...’

He knew he was in for a long explanation...

-Time skip-

As soon as you woke up and saw more blood oozing out of your womanly part, you whimpered. Alastor heard and came into your vision, by kneeling over you and blocking your sight from all the blood you lost.

“Cher...we need to talk...”

“H-Huh ?”

“Listen...this is difficult to talk about...but I’ve called Doctor Hugo and explained your situation and he recommended me a book to educate myself and you in this. He claimed it was normal and...I know what is happening to you now, mon petit (My little one).”

“W-what IS happening to me, Papa ?”

“Your body is growing up, that’s what’s happening. You have your menstruation week.”

“What...is that ?”

“Well...every month you have a menstruation week. In that week you will bleed out, but it is never harmful. I...never wanted to explain to you where babies come from, but now...I have no choice but to tell you, so this makes sense to you. So are you ready for the most uncomfortable explanation you will, hopefully, ever have ?”

All you could do was nod and your Father sighed, sitting down to your right side and running his left hand through your hair, to calm you down.

“Well...when two people love each other, a man and a woman, they get wed. After they married they usually start to want a family, which means they want a child and...”, Alastor swallowed thickly, “...they go and sleep together, but not in the sense that you think. They kiss and all that and at some point they get undressed. A woman and a man always have different...tools between their legs. That’s why we are referred to man and woman, we have different genitals. These genitals have to...connect deeply and after a while of doing the deed, the woman ends up pregnant with a baby in her belly. This whole baby making progress is called: Sex or, as I rather like to call it: sexual intercourse. Can you follow my words ?”, Alastor asked, very uncomfortable.

“Kind of ? I mean...how do these genitals connect ? How does a baby go inside ?”

“Ah...”, he swallowed thickly again, “Well, you see, my Dear... The man’s genital is inserted into the woman’s genital and they move around until the man has something, called an orgasm. In that orgasm he can make the woman pregnant and she has the tool to carry a baby inside her. It is called a womb. You can’t make a baby without the other part either, besides you adopt a child. You, my beloved daughter, have a womb and something called egg cells. Every month your womb prepares to have a baby and if it doesn’t happen in that month, everything will start to...expire, practically. To get it all out, the dead egg cells and the preparations your womb made, you will bleed out. There are many words for this event. Menstruation week, shark week, period, strawberry week and so on. It usually goes a whole week and then it is over and you are perfectly fine again. It is practically just a cleanse.”

You scrunched your nose up in disgust.

“Eww...I never want to have intercourse with a man. Yuck.”, you said with your tongue sticking out of your mouth.

Then you looked at your Father again.

“So...I’m not dying. I am just having my womb cleansed and it will take a whole week ?”

“Exactly. The blood loss is also supposed to be healthy for you. You have an exchange of blood, which is good. But a period is always different.”

“What do you mean ?”

“You can have more than one egg cell and if that happens, you will lose more blood. And at some point too much blood loss can make you feel dizzy. You can also experience cramps and they can vary from moment to moment. Sometimes they aren’t there, other times they just make you feel uncomfortable in your own skin and other times they actually hurt. Your lower belly pains might have been cramps setting in, my Dear.”

Alastor could tell you already hated this new development of your body.

“Great, so I will also be in pain when I am bleeding out. It isn’t bad enough that it feels like I am wetting myself without any control about it. Not to forget what a mess I am making...”, you groaned annoyed.

Your Father chuckled uncomfortably.

“You will also have cravings for different kinds of food and you will be extremely moody.”

You groaned again.

“Dad...please end me. I don’t want this.”, you begged.

“Sorry, Cher. But I can’t take this off of your shoulders. I already made a list of what I should get you. You will need some more hygienic utensils, like pads, for your underwear. We will need wet wipes, a few more washcloths, some bleach, Blood Thinner Tablets to clean the sheets and clothes, sweets, chocolate and some spices. Get washed up, as long as I am shopping. Don’t worry about the bed or the mess you will be making on your way to the bathroom, I will clean it all up when I return.”

“Okay, Papa...I love you.”

The Radio Host smiled at you and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, mon ange.”

Then he got up and left the room, not long later he also left the house and drove off. You got up and out of bed, entered the bathroom and let some warm water into your bathtub. You will take a long, warm, relaxing bath...

-Time skip-

You were just done with washing up, as you heard your Father return. Yet you were too afraid to get out of the tub, the water slowly turning cold. You couldn’t stop the blood flow and you had tears of frustration in your eyes. Why won’t this damn nightmare stop for at least a few minutes ?!

“Cher ! I’m back !”, your Father called and you heard his footsteps.

Soon enough he was in your room with the things he knew, you needed. You were nowhere to be seen.

“Cher ?”

“Bathroom, Papa.”, you replied with a sob.

Alastor’s smile dropped and he put everything down on your desk, then knocked on your Bathroom door.

“Cher, are you still in the tub ?”

“Yes.”, he answered with a sniffle.

“Do you...want me to come in and talk what upsets you so ?”, he asked gently.

A hiccup and water was moving.

“Y-yes...”, you stuttered out.

Your Father took a deep breath, closed his eyes and then opened the door.

“I’m not seeing anything, Darling.”, he said, trying to not be a pervert.

“Pa, you saw me naked at least twice already. There is nothing new to it.”, you giggled softly.

“So you want me to look ?”

“Dad, I know that you aren’t like other men. So stop being silly and open your eyes, before you fall into the tub or stump your toe.”

“Alright, Cher.”, he said gently and opened his eyes.

He looked at you in worry and confusion.

“So, why are you still in the tub, with lukewarm water none the less, Cher ?”

Your smile dropped and you glared at your body.

“The flow won’t stop. New clothes would be stupid to put on at this rate. Pa, it feels nasty. It feels like I am peeing even though I am not. I hate it. Make it stop, please.”, you begged him.

Your Father gave you a sympathetic look and left the Bathroom, returning with a small package. He sat down on the edge of the tub and held it up to your vision.

“These are Tampons, Cher. They are a piece of fabric and at the end is a string attached. I got from each different thickness two packages. This one is supposed to be the average size and thickness.”, he explained, feeling uncomfortable.

Oh, how he wished his Mother was here now, she would have had no issues teaching you this. He had to read in a damn biology book about this and now he has to teach you. He is VERY uncomfortable, but for you, his sweet daughter, he would do anything. Even leave his comfort zone to help you. You two were in this together.

You tilted your head to your left in confusion and looked at your Father.

“Why is a string attached to it ?”, you asked.

Alastor gave you a gently, yet wobbly, smile. He opened the package, carefully pulled one Tampon out and unwrapped it, then showed you the whole thing. You were confused, but ready to listen.

“The string here is there so you can pull it out. The whole piece of cotton fabric has to go inside you, where the blood comes out. It won’t hurt, don’t worry. It will stop the blood from flowing out of you and soak it up instead. When it is full, you will know, then you pull it out and replace it with a new one. Also, each time you go to the bathroom to relief your bladder, make sure to change your Tampon. It is hygienic and you will have a longer time before you have to change it again.”, he explained gently.

You looked at the small thing in wonder, yet in uncertainty too.

“Where does it go and....will it even fit ?”, you asked.

Alastor gave an uncomfortable chuckle and nodded.

“It will fit, don’t worry, as for where...the book I read in, has a very good description as a picture, I will go get it and show you.”

“Okay !”

Your Father got up and left the Bathroom, soon enough entering again with the biology book. He opened it and turned the pages until he had the side, then he turned the book around and showed it to you. Your eyes widened and you blushed deeply.

“Oh my stars...”, you muttered.

He lowered the book again and gave you and awkward nod.

“Indeed...”

“Okay then...Can I have one now ? So I can get out of the tub ?”, you asked gently.

Alastor nodded, took out a new packaged one, while you stood up in the tub, opened it for you and gave you the Tampon. You took it out of the Package, pulled on the string to make sure it was connected correctly, spread your legs and then gently inserted the Tampon. It felt weird...but you almost forgot about it after it was fully inserted.

Your Father looked away in respect, not wishing to make it any more awkward as it already was. Then you carefully got out and tapped his shoulder as you were wrapped in your towel. He turned around and looked at you.

“All done ?”, he asked.

You nodded gently with a small smile.

“Feeling better too, Cher ?”

“A bit, yes.”

“Good. Get dressed, I still have to show you another useful thing you will need to wear.”

“Alright, Papa.”

With that Alastor collected the open package of Tampons, the book too and left the Bathroom, letting you get dressed. After you were all dressed up, you entered your Bedroom and saw your Father taking off the soiled bed sheets. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

“Can I help ?”, you asked him, feeling guilty that you ruined the sheets.

“No, no, Cher.”, your Father quickly denied.

Then he finished tearing off the dressing of the mattress, seeing the damage it took. A huge red stain. The blanket also had a red stain.

“This will be taken care of easy enough ! Now ! Sit down at the foot of the bed, mon petit !”, your Father said, chirpy.

You did as told and Alastor sat down next to you soon enough, another box in his hands. He opened it and pulled out a white, long slip looking thing.

“This is a pad. The underside has a piece of paper on it, you tear it off and it is sticky. You put it into your underwear for extra measures to not soil your clothes. There are short ones and long ones. I bought from each length 2 packages. You tell me which ones were the most useful and I will stock up on it. Understood ?”

You nodded your head, close to crying. Your Papa went above and beyond to help you. He gave you the pad he was holding.

“Fasten it into your underwear now, mon ange. I will clean the sheets in the bathroom in the meantime.”, your Father said and then took the soiled sheets, entering your bathroom to wash them.

You quickly did as he instructed and were happy that the pad stayed stuck in your panties. Then you entered the bathroom and saw Alastor already trying to get the blood out of the sheets. The water was cold and it was already pink. He seemed to have no issues to get the stains out. He stopped and looked at you.

“Go to my bedroom and lay down, Cher. Your menstruation must take a tool on you. It is your first time after all ! You might feel sleepy again. It is normal to feel drowsy the first time it happens.”

“Are you sure, you don’t need my help, Papa ?”, you asked unsure.

“I am very sure, mon petit. Go lay down.”, your Father assured you.

You nodded gently and then left for your Father’s bedroom, laid down in his bed, cuddled into his blanket and fell back asleep.

-Time skip-

You were woken up by your Father and the sun started to set.

“Cher, what do you feel like eating right now ?”, he asked you gently.

You were in thoughts. As much as you wanted to say it was Jambalaya...it wasn’t. You had no appetite for it. You wanted something sweet.

“I crave something sweet...which is bad..you don’t like sweets...”, you sighed saddened.

“Cher, it’s alright. You have cravings now, you can’t control that. However ! I might be able to eat ONE sweet dish with you, but that will be for dessert !”

“What will that be, Papa ?”

“Beignets of course !”

Your eyes flashed in happiness.

“You can make them ?!”

“I sure can ! Hahaha !”

You hugged your Dad quickly, but winced in pain as your cramps have returned. Alastor noticed.

“What is it, Cher ?”

“Cramps...I moved too fast...”

“No worries, my Dear ! I will make you the tea again and you will be just dandy !”, your Father tried to cheer you up.

You smiled happily and nodded.

“I would love that, Papa.”

“Now...how about I make us some Crawfish Étouffée, as main course ?”

You nodded quickly. It had been a while since you had that dish !

“Yes, yes ! Please Papa !”, you said happily.

Alastor chuckled and rubbed your back.

“Alrighty then !”

You yelped as your Father lifted you up and carried you, bridal style, out of his room, down the stairs and into the living room. He put you down on the couch and then left for the kitchen. He returned a bit after, with a cup of tea and set it in front of you. It was still steaming.

“Here you are, mon ange.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

“My pleasure, Dear.”

Then he left the room again and started to prepare everything to make Crawfish Étouffée as main meal and Beignets as dessert. You pouted that you weren’t supposed to help, otherwise he wouldn’t have put you on the couch.

Your Father turned on the Gramophone and to life sprang a Jazz song, called “Broadway Rose”. You hummed a bit along, while your Father moved a bit to the tune. After some minutes you drank your tea and the next song came on, which was “Do just as I say”.

“Do we have only Victor’s songs playing right now, Papa ?”

“We do, Cher ! Is it not to your liking ?”

“No, no ! I love it ! I was just wondering.”

“Alright, Cher.”

As soon as your pain subsided, you stood up and entered the kitchen.

“Can I help, Papa ?”

Your Father looked at you.

“Only if you feel better, Cher.”

“I do.”

“Well then, you can ! Can you chop the onion, green bell pepper, parsley and the celery, while I prepare the crawfishes ?”, he asked and pulled out some crawfishes.

Some were dirty, so you nodded.

“I can !”, you chirped.

You quickly got everything ready, washed all the ingredients and then got to chopping, while Alastor took over the sink and washed the crawfishes. After he was done with washing the crawfishes, you were done chopping and he turned on the stove.

He made a roux first until it was a caramel brown, then he added your chopped ingredients.

“Can you get out the minced garlic, Cher ?”

“I will.”, you answered and retrieved it.

You gave him a teaspoon and as your chopped ingredients looked tender enough, to Alastor’s liking, he added two teaspoons of garlic to it.

“In the upper cupboard is Chicken stock, Cher. Can you please go and retrieve it ?”

You did as asked and he soon added slowly four cups of it. After all, they needed a serving for two. Everything was doubled, BUT the garlic. You weren’t a big fan of it. Alastor then added salt, pepper and more seasonings.

As soon as the mixture was boiling, he reduced the heat and put a cover over the pot, letting it simmer and only stirred it from time to time. While it will take for the next step a bit over 15 minutes, your Father started to prepare the rice already, by washing it and then adding it into another pot. He cooked the rice, knowing it will take a while anyways.

Then he waited a bit, while he smiled at you and instructed you how to make the beignets.

By the time the Crawfish Étouffée was finished, the beignets were in the oven, baking. Your Father quickly finished up the Crawfish Étouffée on both of your plates and then you both went into the Dining area. You both sat down and started to eat it, carefully, as to not burn yourselves. You hummed as the flavors exploded in your mouth and you felt happy.

As you were almost finished with consuming the dish, the beignets were ready, so your Father left to get them out of the Oven. He put over them some powdered sugar and then plated some of them, bringing them into the dining area.

“There are more in the kitchen.”, he informed you gently.

You nodded your head, as you two continued to finish your dish.

“I really missed your Crawfish Étouffée, Papa.”

Alastor chuckled gently.

“So did I, Cher. So did I.”

You gave your Father a gently smile after you finished your plate. You waited for him to finish too, no matter how much you were dying to try the beignets. After he finished he gently took a beignet and tasted it, humming in delight. You took one too and gently bit into it. Sweetness and flavor exploded in your mouth, but it wasn’t too sweet. You hummed and leaned back in your chair.

“These are delicious, Papa !”, you said after you swallowed.

He chuckled.

“They truly are, mon ange.”, he agreed and ate another one.

After you finished eating, cleaned the table, the dishes and your Father put away the leftovers of the beignets, he turned to you.

“Your bed is still wet, so I suppose you can sleep with me tonight, Cher.”

You nodded your head and left the kitchen, changed into your sleeping attire and then entered your Father’s Bedroom. You crawled into his bed and waited for him to arrive too. He did so quickly, changed in his bedroom, got ready for the night and then joined you in his bed. He hugged you close to his chest, which gave you comfort, you didn’t even know you needed.

You turned around and he laid on his back, while you put your head on his chest, curling up on him.

“You are the best Papa in the world, you know that ?”, you asked sleepily.

Alastor was shocked as you said that, but then smiled warmly and hugged you a bit tighter.

“Now I know for certain, mon petit. Sleep well.”, he replied and kissed the top of your head.

You smiled happily.

“Good night, Pa.”

Together the both of you fell asleep, exhausted.

Alastor was exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions he had, the trips he made and practically ran around town to not leave you alone for too long, with the cleaning he did and the immense relief that you were not dying.

You were exhausted from the whole fiasco the two of you had when your period started, the blood loss and from the bit of work you did. Your first day with your first period, was anything BUT easy.

But together...you and your Papa pulled through.

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Turning around in his sleep

*Thud*

He falls onto the ground and wakes in the dark. He can’t see a thing, where is he? Walking forward his shin hits something hard. Pain. Backing up he bumps into the bed that he fell out of. Wait. Feeling around and with the dim light from the window. It’s a sofa? Why would he be sleeping in the sofa? Now that he thinks about it, who’s sofa, is it?

Taking a look around, he doesn’t recognize anything. Though it does look like a pretty cozy house, from what he can see, nothing at all like he’s used to. Oh, right, this must be where that adult he met lives. Right, duh. He was finally starting to clear his mind, remembering how he got there.

Termy was his name, right? No, that sounds off. Did start with a T though, that he remembers, maybe Thomas? Kinda looked like a Thomas. Anyway. He shook his head to stop dwelling and decided to get back on track. He’s in a stranger’s house. He ran away from home. He didn’t bring any belongings, apart from his phone that was out of battery, practically a deadweight now. Is he a deadweight?

After all, it was only thanks to his dad’s stuff that he was able to have anyone pay attention to him. Though, even then, that didn’t always work. Recalling the party, where no one showed up because Hazel had a better one at the same time. Thinking back to that, he kind of wished he had gone to Hazels party. Obviously just to check out the competition!

He sighed and laid down of the sofa yet again. What use is thinking about the past? He missed his friends, or friend rather. Was there even anyone besides Hazel he hanged out with? The feeling said the answer was yes, but he couldn’t remember, so it probably wasn’t important.

Laying down looking out in the dark as his mind starts to play on what he sees. He hears a door creek. Without really thinking, he pretends to be asleep. His ears a perked and he tries his best to imagine what’s going on. There does sound to be some soft footsteps, but maybe that’s just his mind playing tricks on him? It could just have been the wind moving the door slightly. What was he even worrying about?

*Thump*

He felt a weight press down by his legs. ‘What is that?! Did some kind of wild animal break in and decide to sleep here? Should I run? Lay still? What if it bites me? What if I get sick and die?’ Thoughts were running wild in his mind, but in the end, he decided to just lay there. Or rather, he simply fell asleep after trying his best to not disturb the unknown creature.

When morning came.

“What? Annoyed that someone stole your favorite spot?”

Dev woke to the sound of the adult talking to, someone? Wasn’t to him at least. Not bothering to get up, his mind soon fell back on what had happened in the night. Which quickly got his system running. Shooting a glance at the spot, now in the morning light. It was empty, but it was clear something had been there.

Not really feeling like sleeping anymore, he sits up in the sofa and just starts wondering what he should do. Should he go back home? No. Should he ask Hazel for help? No. Are they even friends? No. Can he stay here another night? Maybe? Though it’s not like he knows this man, but if he was a weirdo, wouldn’t it have been obvious by now?

“Oh! You’re up.” The man in the doorway says.

“You have a cat.” Dev takes note of the feline who seems awfully fond of the man.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Do you want some breakfast? I don’t really have much, but I think I have some cereal and milk. Would that work?”

“I’m lactose intolerant.”

“Ah, how about just some scrambled eggs then?”

“That works.”

The man turns to return to the kitchen, feline following happily along. Dev gets up, following as well. He really wants to pet that cat. He seats himself and does his best to seem super uninterested while also being inviting towards the cat. Though the cat seems far more focused on the man whisking some eggs together. Hmm.

“What’s her name?”

“You mean Kitty?”

“You named your cat Kitty?” Dev tilts his head. Is this guy being serious?

“I- yeah? Though it’s more just what I call her.”

“What? Doesn’t she have a proper name?”

“Well, what would be a better name?”

“I- hmm- I’ll think of one.”

“Sounds good kid.” The man responds amused, pouring the eggs into the pan.

Silence befalls while the eggs are being scrambled. Though Dev does make some sounds, thinking out loud what name would sound good. He looks outside for inspiration, trying to find a fitting name in the morning light of spring.

“You’re not going to eat?”

Dev looks back onto the table, where the pan with scrambled eggs sits in the middle. Oh! He fills the empty plate he had been given. “Thank you,” remembers to be polite and starts eating. To which he realizes that it’s been a while since he last ate, he’s hungry. “Thank you,” he says again, this time with sincerity.

“Glad you like it.” The man responds, eating along with Dev. He seems to be observing Dev.

“What do you want Timber?”

“Timmy. What are you gonna do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you have school?”

“I- maybe.” Dev averts his eyes. He should really go to school.

“Do you want me to drive you there after-”

“You don’t know my school.”

“Yeah, but I kinda assume you do?” Timmy sighs, steadies his gaze and puts on a serious tone. “Look kid, you know you can’t stay here, right?”

Dev weakly nods, he know it’s true, but he doesn’t really feel like there is any better place.

“Right. So, how about I drive you to school and there you can ask one of your friends for a sleepover or something? That should work, right?”

“I thought I told you I didn’t have friends.”

“Okay, then… there has to be someone you know who somewhat kind at least, maybe you could ask them?”

“I don’t know.” He’s not ready to face Hazel yet.

Timmy lifts his hand to his face, trying to think. “Look. I want to help, but like, I can’t just- I’m- I work very late, I won’t be able to pick you up or anything like that. You understand that, right? I can’t take care of you, even if I wanted to.”

“I understand.” Does no one want him?

“I- I’m sorry kid.” Timmy looks down at his sweet little Kitty and picks her up, “but you know,” and seats himself closer to Dev. “You can still come and visit.” He starts playing with Kitty’s paws, moving her around, trying to cheer Dev up. “I still need a better name, right.” Kitty says through Timmy.

Dev cracks a smile, “yeah,” then looks up at Timmy, “Thanks.”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Wanted to give you a little more continuation, just Dev waking up and getting some breakfast. After which they are presumably off to school. Plus, a cute little moment with Kitty! So cute

No poem this time though, (did actually write one, but didn't feel like it fully fit), but I hope you still find joy in reading what we've written

This is so cutee omg i got so excited when i saw you wrote more

Plus this other thing you thought of that i really liked

And I'd love to read the poem you wrote even if it doesnt fit, the previous ones were all amazing!

[misslaevna]

hello! Can I request Chuuya and dazai taking care of a sick reader? I’ve gotten really sick and mannnn I just need fluff 😔, gender neutral please!! Take care of yourself!!

Get well soon, I hope you like it! ♡

Taking care of you while you're sick

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya Genre: fluff

Chuuya

No matter how hard you tried to convince Chuuya that ‘it’s not that bad’, your pale skin and your voice were saying otherwise.

And Chuuya believed your symptoms, not your determination to make him feel at ease.

‘Hey. You don’t look fine’, he said while he stepped behind you while you were making tea, and wrapped his arms around you. ‘Go back to bed or I’m tossing you in it.’

You wanted to argue, you really wanted to, but instead of a solid reasoning, only deep coughs came out.

Chuuya gently shook his head while placing his hand on your waist, guiding you back to bed.

When you were all cozied up, Chuuya headed back to the kitchen to finish making tea for you, along with a light breakfast, just in case your appetite gets better. He brought your drink and food inside on a tray, placing it on your nightstand.

‘If anything happens, text- no, call me,’ He said, stroking your face, fixing his worried gaze on you. 

You shook your head, ‘Dear, it’s just a cold.’ You said, placing your hand on top of his. 

Even if it is just a cold, Chuuya is still worried about you. He hates seeing you sick, what he hates even more is that he can’t be beside you all day long. 

‘I’ll try to be back early today’, he said, ‘take care baby.’ He said, pressing a kiss on your lips, and on your forehead. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too’ you said with a faint smile. ‘I’ll see you tonight.’

However, during the day, your phone just kept on buzzing every 30 minutes or so.

Chuuya really wanted to make sure you’re okay.

When he arrived home from work, he had a little surprise for you: herbal teas, all different kinds of fruits, and top quality essential oils.

‘Now, let’s get you back on your feet, shall we?’ he said, peeling a tangerine for you.

You smiled and a fuzzy feeling ran through your body: this time, not because of some sickness. But because you once again realised: you couldn’t possibly be in better hands.

Dazai

‘You’re not getting up today?’, Dazai asked peeping into your room, where you’ve been lying ever since your alarm went off… like five times now.

You shook your head, ‘Not today’. You woke up with the worst headache and a sore throat; no way you’re going to work today. ‘Tell Kunikida I’m sick, please.’

‘Sick?’, Dazai’s eyes widened. ‘So, no work today?’

Dazai tossed his coat and shoes down and made his way to the other side of the bed. He got under the covers and scooted right next to you to wrap you in his arms.

‘Let’s sleep a little more, then.’

You shook your head, ‘Dazai, you’re perfectly capable of going to work.’

‘They’ll live for a day without me’, he whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek, ‘I’m staying home today with you.’ 

You gave up on arguing a long time ago with Dazai; you had no choice but to accept that you will be spending the day with your boyfriend today.

You immediately fell asleep in Dazai’s arms, the way he was stroking your hair worked its magic almost instantly. 

After you fell asleep, Dazai kept on stroking your hair, and then your cheek, admiring you with his deep, brown eyes.

When you were fast asleep, without a sound, Dazai carefully got up from next to you and made his way down to the pharmacy a couple blocks away from you.

Being, well, Dazai, he returned with probably one too many over the counter medicines and vitamins.

At least you can choose from literally all available flavours!

When he got back home, he found you still sleeping.

He changed into a comfortable t-shirt, careful to not wake you up, and crawled back to bed, just to take you into his arms again.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling his arms around you and his breathing down on your neck.

‘You really should’ve gone to work today.’ you said, slowly drifting back to another round of sleeping.

‘I’m doing my duty just fine.’, said Dazai teasingly, pressing a couple kisses on your face, while his hold around you tightened, ‘Sleep, dear.’

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[trevorite]

I just Wish.

[Now Normally I don't write fan fiction because I struggle with Writing but I did this as a practice so I can get better :D] [Ps: This ain't happy fan fiction Sob]

The rain fell making a soft pitter patter as it hit the roof of the Villa. Kerry was fast asleep and all cuddled up to his pillow, sleeping in just his underwear as he always did. Meanwhile Vincent was outside sitting down in one of the sun loungers that were near Kerry’s lake-like pool. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a cigarette between the fingers of his other hand. It may have been raining but V didn’t care, he just… needed some time to think. It felt like just yesterday everything happened… felt like just yesterday him and Jackie were having fun doing gigs, making fun of each other, and fucking around just being gonks together. That just yesterday he had gone out and done the horrid heist at Konpeki Plaza with Jackie and T-bug.. and had lost both of them. And that just yesterday Dexter Deshawn had put a bullet into his head, and he woke up with a terrorist named Johnny fucking Silverhand Yelling at him for a smoke. Truthfully that had only been a few months ago, but it all was still so vivid. The memories kept replaying in V’s head, and every time they did he felt more and more guilty. Didn’t help that he was also dying,  getting worse by the day. Finding a way to save both him and Johnny seemed impossible at this point, but he wasn’t going to just give up, not just yet. V sat up for a moment, setting the bottle of whiskey down as he took off his jacket. “Johnny?” he called out, waiting for a response. Of course the one time he wanted to talk to Johnny he was busy doing who knows what. V sighed, as he leaned back again. He had been feeling a bit down lately, and he couldn’t figure out why.. yeah he knew one of the reasons was because he was dying, but he just didn’t understand what else was making him so down. I mean he had everything he could dream of currently, a pretty and kind lover, a body that he felt comfortable in, fuck he had even been staying in a nice home with the man of his dreams. “Damn it Vincent… everything has been going pretty great, you’ve even got some leads on how to bring back Johnny, stop being such a depressed gonk,” V muttered to himself. He took a long drag of his cigarette, now pressing the cigarette against his arm to put it out. Then he grabbed the bottle of whiskey leaning back in the lounger, taking a sip of the drink… before just closing his eyes. The rain kept falling from the sky, and at this point V was soaking wet, but he didn’t care, he loved the rain. He took this time to just think about everything, and why he had been so down lately. A few hours passed, which had only seemed like a few minutes to V.. but he had slowly started realizing why he had been feeling the way he had been. Just 2 months ago Kerry had all the time in the world to hang out with him but ever since Kerry had started making music with the Us Cracks and working on his new album they had started hanging out less. “Oh I can’t be upset with that, he’s happy, and that’s all that matters,” he spoke to himself, now softly sighing, before thinking about it more. I keep waking up to nothing. I used to wake up with Kerry right next to me, all snuggled up, but now I wake up in the morning and he’s already up, already doing something else. He’s often busy now as well, we rarely talk. Lately, I’ve only seen him in the morning playing guitar on the couch or at dinner. Working towards finding a cure has also made it hard to see or talk to him but I’ve been trying to make time. But it seems every time I am able to get some time off to just hang out with him, he’s busy. I just want things to work out in the end… but I don’t even know if Kerry has noticed that I’ve been getting worse. I can barely eat, feel sick every time I try to, and I’m getting weaker by the day. I’ve been having more frequent seizures, and barely can recover from them…

Vincent had got so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize that he had started crying, or that Johnny had appeared next to him. “Ay, kiddo I promise you things are going to work out, even if I have to get wiped,” Johnny stated as he looked down at V. “I’m not letting that fucking happen Johnny, and you know that, and you know how bad things have been getting…,” he now looked up at Johnny, “I just need you to promise me something okay fuckface?”

“Alright kiddo, have no idea what you need me to promise you, but I promise,” Johnny laughed softly, sitting down on the side of the lounge chair. “If I don’t wake up one morning and you wake up in my body… I want you to take care of Kerry for me, help him get over my death..” V looked off to the side before looking back at Johnny, “Just be there for him, make him happy… got it..?” He now closed his eyes again, yawning.

Johnny sat in silence for a moment before speaking, “Alright, got it.” Johnny said softly, running his hand through V’s hair. “I just wish we both could live, that’s all I want Johnny, for us to live and both be happy,” V stated softly, before drifting off to sleep.

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

It was nearly 11pm. The boys sat around the tour bus impatiently, Taeyoung asleep in T’s lap.

“Courtney,” Robaire whined, “are we there yet?”

Courtney sighed. “We should be at the hotel in another ten or fifteen minutes.”

T, Z, and Robaire all groaned.

“We’ve been sitting here for hours.” T complained. “I can’t sit still much longer.”

“And my neck can’t take sleeping on this window much longer.” Z rubbed his neck.

Courtney glared at them. “Why can’t you just be quiet like Jesse? He’s behaving?”

“He’s sulking.” Robaire glanced at Jesse, who was staring out the window.

Jesse let out a melancholy sigh.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” Courtney rolled her eyes. “Right now, Jesse is my favorite because he’s not—”

“SELINA!” Jesse ejected out of his seat when his phone started ringing.

Taeyoung jumped awake. “Ugh, I was having the best nap.”

“Great, now you woke the cat.” T shook his head.

“Sorry, guys.” Jesse maneuvered out of the seat row. “The love of my life is calling me, I’ll be right back.” He headed into the bus bathroom and shut the door.

The bus fell silent.

“So,” Taeyoung sat up, “are we almost there?”

Courtney groaned loudly.

“Hey, babe.” Jesse said as he picked up the phone. “How are you and Marcel holding up?”

“Well, uh…we’re interesting.” Selina said awkwardly. “I mean, Marcel’s fine. He misses you like crazy, but—”

“Awwww, I miss him too.” Jesse smiled. “I miss you both a lot. I know it’s past his bedtime, but is he still up? I wanna talk to him.”

“Jesse, we need to talk.” Selina got his attention. “And I know your bottom lip is quivering right now. Calm down, I’m not breaking up with you.”

Jesse sighed with relief. “Lina, you gotta stop opening conversations like that, especially if it’s not gonna be serious.”

“This is pretty serious actually.” Selina said quietly. “Remember the night before you left for the tour?”

“You mean when you dragged me off the couch and made me finish packing?” Jesse furrowed his brow. “I told you I wasn’t sleeping, I was just resting my eyes. I was gonna get up in a second.”

“Actually,” Selina’s voice got awkwardly high pitched, “I was talking about what happened after that.”

Jesse froze. “Why are you bringing that up?”

“Because…I’m pregnant.” Selina finally said. “Surprise.”

Jesse stared at the wall in shock, completely silent.

“Oh, not again.” Selina groaned. “Baby, I need you to actually respond so I know you didn’t pass out or something.”

“Are you sure though?” Jesse narrowed his eyes. “I mean, maybe you’re late because you’re stressed about being alone with Marcel for two months.”

“Honey, I went to the doctor’s office today.” Selina crossed her arms. “The ultrasounds confirmed it.”

Jesse got quiet again. “Okay, well I’m gonna tuck and roll off this bus, walk back home, and—”

“No, babe, it’s totally fine.” Selina stopped him. “You’re only gonna be gone for a little while longer at this point.”

“It’s only been, like, three weeks. I’m not gonna be back until two days before Marcel’s birthday.” Jesse reminded her. “And the tour isn’t as important as being there for you. I mean, you’re gonna need someone to watch Marcel while you’re hunched over the toilet.”

“Jes, it’s really gonna be fine.” Selina calmed him down. “I’m gonna call Daunte in the morning to let him know, plus my dad’s retired now so he should be able to help until you’re back. All you’re really missing is the part of the pregnancy where I don’t want you near me.”

“But even during that phase, you needed to sit on my lap while I told you how pretty you are.” Jesse whined. “I just wanna go home and be with you guys.”

“Five more weeks.” Selina sighed. “Just five more weeks and we’ll be together again.”

“It’s gonna be the longest few weeks ever.” Jesse ran a hand through his hair. “Well, other than the first six weeks after Marcel was born. That was torture.”

Selina giggled. “Well, I’m gonna have to go now, babe. I just smelled what the neighbors are cooking and I’m probably gonna be sick.”

“Awww, that’s my pregnant wifey.” Jesse said with a giddy grin. “Go on, go throw up. Love you lots.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you, too. Bye.” She hung up quickly.

Jesse quietly smiled to himself. “I hate it here.”

Act II

Late 1998–First (American Only) Tour

Robaire—20 going on 21 in ‘99

Jesse—22 going on 23 in ‘99

Aaron Z—20 going on 21 in ‘99

Aaron T—19 going on 20 in ‘99

Taeyoung—15 going on 16 in 2 months

———

Aaaaand we’re back! Did you miss me😁

[worldismyne]

Piper Ch 3

Rating: T

Pairing: Harv/Finn

Summary:There is a common misconception that witches steal children. The reason why varies depending on who you ask.

The truth is, when people don’t want their children in Cailburry, they’ll leave them in the forest and wash their hands of them.

This time, Finn found one.

(Takes place during Finn’s 3rd/4th year at WU)

Ao3 link

When Finn woke up, he felt like the world was spinning around him. Mother was saying something and someone caught him before he fell on the floor. He was in the living room, on the couch, Harv had an arm around his waist. His mother gave him a look he recognized, it was almost judgmental, but she always denied it. She coughed and Harv quickly let go of his waist.

"Who's watching her first?" Leenan asked, dressed in her nightgown and robe.

"I-I can." Harv scooped up the bundle in the witch's arms and the pap from her hand.

"Alright, when you're done, you can put her in this." Leenan stepped aside and showed them both an old bread basket. On the handle above was a golden gem set in a tin cup. "The sun stone will keep her warm. When she sleeps you sleep." Finn opened his mouth to argue, but Leenan cut him off. "You want to keep her in this house, you will do as I say. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes. Mother." Finn punctuated each word with venom, but dared not disobey. It wasn't often Leenan felt the need to be stern with her son, but on this matter she wasn't willing to negotiate.

"Good." She sighed, letting the tension of the day slip off her shoulders and into the floor. Once more she spoke sweet and soft. "Goodnight boys; we'll discuss what to do in the morning." She retired for the night and Finn immediately flew back against the couch and let out a frustrated groan.

"What exactly happened when I was gone?" Harv asked. He'd never seen the two at odds before.

"Where to start?" Finn sighed. "She was angry about the napkins being used to clothe her, doubly so that I threw the one she soiled away instead of washing it. Like either of us would ever want to touch something that had been peed on again. Then she was nitpicking everything I was doing, like 'holding her too much', which makes no sense to me whatsoever. It's one of the only things I can do to help. And then when I got upset that she didn't wake me and let the baby fall," or slide off his chest onto the couch is what Harv overheard and believed, "she accuses me of calling her a bad mother! To top it all off, she..." Finn looked sadly at the little baby dozing off in Harv's arms. "She says we have to report to the king that we found her."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Harv swaddled her up tight in the cotton blanket.

"I'll have no say where she goes after that." Finn helped Harv get her hat back on. "Once the kingdom knows about her, it's up to the court to decide who looks after her while they find a family and who that family will be. I might never find out what happens to her after that. Is it really so crazy to think that's scary?" Harv set her into the basket, the sunstone warm and glowing the moment she was tucked in.

"She can't even sleep in a normal bed yet." Harv sighed. "We just have to wait-"

"I'm sick of waiting." There was nothing they could do but keep her clean, fed, and warm. The rest was up to time and her tiny body. "You think I don't know what you mean by that? And for how long, a few days, weeks? At what point are you both going to tell me for certain she's going to survive? Because each time she does what she's supposed to, suddenly there's some new thing to wait for and there's nothing I can do to make her do better other than wait." He turned back to the basket and two little black eyes stared back at him. "...hi."

"You were just asleep." Harv accused the baby softly, as if she had lied about being tired.

"Is she still hungry?" Finn asked, a little worried he may have woken her with his worrying. Harv stroked her cheek and she scrunched up her face, her nose blanching white. When he took his hand away she went back to looking in their general direction.

"No. She's not wet either, just awake." Harv shrugged.

"It's okay Piper." Finn felt a little silly talking to someone who didn't understand him, especially in front of Harv. "I was upset about something else. You can go back to sleep now." She kept staring at them patiently. "I don't get it Harv, isn't she supposed to be sleeping now?"

"Yeah, we've done everything, you probably just woke her up being loud."

"Well, sorry for caring loudly." Finn said in a false whisper.

"Eeeh." Piper chirped, then waited. With a shake of his head, Harv scooped her up again.

"What? What's the matter?" Harv said. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep. "...okay..." He put her back in the bed. "Anyway, I'm not trying to make you feel bad for caring, we're all worried. It's just-"

"Harv, she's awake again." Finn tapped his shoulder and pointed back at the basket, a small wrinkle between her brow slowly forming.

"Mneh!" Harv picked her up and all was forgiven. She slowly closed her eyes, breathing softly. As soon as he got her under the heat of the sunstone, she peaked one eye open at him as he tried to put her back down a third time.

"See what I mean, she wants to be held." Finn crossed his arms as Harv sat back on the couch. Piper raised her little brows as high as they could go. "You were making that face earlier, Harv." Finn gasped at the stubborn bundle in Harv's arms. "Are you trying to stay awake?" Her eyes drooped, but she forced them open again. "You are! You figured out sleeping babies get put in the bed, so you're trying to stay up."

"Finn, she's barely two days old, she couldn't possibly." Harv felt her rest her head against his shoulder. "Is she-"

"Nope, still open, and she's rolling her eyes now." Finn laughed. "Fool her twice, shame on you, I guess, shame and a very awake baby."

"Well, what I was trying to say earlier is we're all just trying to help." Harv sighed. "Including your mom."

"She just doesn't get it; she's acting like I'm making decisions on a whim or for fun, but I'm not." Finn leaned his head against Harv's shoulder. He had seriously considered not going out into the garden that night and put off doing his chores until the morning, he wouldn't have found her in time if that had happened. He knew firsthand how scary it was to lie amongst the thorns and hope to be found. It was the first thing she'd known being in the big wide world. Part of him wondered if that's why she didn't want to sleep in her new bed. "She trusts us as much as a tiny person can. I'd feel awful if I ruined that by handing her over to someone unkind." She had finally nodded off in Harv's arms. "Don't put her back yet, please."

"Okay." Harv said. "But you need to get some sleep too, you promised." Finn mumbled something back as he wrapped his arms around Harv's arm. Having two people sleep on him was incredibly warm and cozy, an unfair position to put someone in when they're trying to stay awake.

-v-

Throughout the night, Harv and Finn took turns looking after the infant. She wasn't always the greatest with eating; sometimes she'd fall asleep mid drink only to sputter and gag. Other times she was so eager she'd forget to pause suckling to breathe. However, she had started to wake herself up when she wanted something instead of hiding under a heavy blanket of fatigue. By morning the three had fallen into a sort of routine and Piper was satisfied sleeping in her own bed so long as someone's hand was in there with her.

Being able to sleep for five to six hours at a time had helped both boys get caught up on sleep. Though it was hard for Finn to act chipper when his mother came downstairs in a full ball gown ready for court when he was still in a house tunic decorated with spilled milk.

"Good morning!" Leenan said. Both boys sat up instantly shushing her and looking intently at the basket. Piper had startled at the sound, but slowly went back to sleep. "What's gotten you two so worked up?"

"I just got her down." Finn whispered. "If she wakes up, we'll have to start all over."

"She was a little angel all day." Leenan held up a frilly white newborn sized dress. "Speaking of angels, look what I found!" The rest of the color drained from Finn's face. "I went digging through storage last night and found your old clothes. It'll be a little big on her, but it should be serviceable for court." Harv raised an eyebrow and looked at Finn.

"Your old clothes?" Harv half laughed when Finn glared at him, the blond's face scarlet from embarrassment.

"One of the only fun things you can do with babies is dress them up." Leenan said. "I can't believe Finn's never shown you any of his baby portraits. If we get a chance, we should get a painting for her, you rarely see babies this small."

"...that would be nice..." Finn caught up in thought, did not realize his mother was making a beeline toward the sleeping baby. "Mother, does she have to wear that now?" The witch unswaddled the baby and slipped her into the dress at lighting speed. "...How'd you do that so fast?" He could barely get her to keep her legs down when they went to change her nap.

"I know, it's almost like I've done this before." Leenan half teased. She held Piper up for them to see the long train of lace and ruffles, the baby scrunched her legs up and opened her eyes. "See, she likes it. You don't want to be naked when you meet the royal family, do you sweetie?" Against the pale fabric, Finn could see Piper's bare arms start to mottle again. "Now where did I put that bonnet?"

"She's getting cold!" Finn went to take her, but Leenan gave him a look. Carefully she set the baby back into her bed where she sat content to look around, the heat from the stone chasing away the poor coloration of her skin.

"She's fine." Leenan said, then turned to Harv. "As for you, I'm grateful for the help, but I'm sure your family's been worried about your whereabouts. You're not usually here for so long." It was a polite but clear request for him not to follow them to court. One Harv was more than happy to accept since he hadn't done any of his morning chores on the farm yet. He needed at least one normal night's sleep before school the following day too.

"Yeah, sorry Finn, but I have to go home." Harv pulled himself off the couch. Finn was disappointed, but hadn't a decent rebuttal or the energy to argue it. Harv put a hand on Finn's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, not wanting to risk hugging him in front of his mom. Finn looked further baffled, then sighed.

"Alright Piper, it's time to say goodbye to Harv." Finn said. Harv watched him walk over to her bed, two little black eyes staring at him from the basket. Of course, she'd stare in any direction they'd point her in, but he still felt a little guilty walking out while she was awake.

"Finn, she's too young to care, she can't even-" Harv began. Finn took one of her wrists between his fingers and made her wave goodbye. Instinctively she curled her fingers the closet thing she could grab. She didn't seem to mind any of it as she clung to Finn's pointer finger. "...bye Piper. I'll see you at school tomorrow Finn." He quickly ducked his head. "Thank you for letting me stay the night ma'am." He quickly left before the guilt of having people watch him leave was enough to make him stay.

Leenan produced a large, starched bonnet that put a four-inch halo of frills around the baby's face and tied it under her chin. The weight alone caused the large hat to slip back against the baby's bedding, small bursts of auburn peaked out from under the brim like tiny fireworks. The witch waved off any potential concerns this could bring.

"We'll just adjust it when we get there." She said. "But you need to get changed into something more presentable if you want the king to let you foster her." Finn smiled a little, glad his mother was at least considering the possibility Piper would be with them for a while.

-v-

Finn insisted on wrapping Piper up in as many blankets as he could before taking her outside, she looked less like a burrito and more like a large egg by the time he was done. It definitely made it easier for him to move her about when she was a solid bundle of cloth. The sunstone's glow had dimmed to disguise itself as a pretty mobile. She spent the whole carriage ride sleeping in the basket on his lap.

"I still don't understand why we have to do this." Finn's tone was less malicious, but he was still irritated they had to take her out. "It's not like we pay taxes or do any of the other things normal citizen's do. Why can't we just pretend she's always been ours?" His mother would break the law all the time if it was for her benefit, but the one-time Finn suggests they extend that privilege he got shut down.

"Please, no one would believe this figure had a baby recently." Leenan laughed. "It's best we introduce her to the court as a foundling, it'll make things easier for her down the road if the king confirms she's human now rather than try to prove it later. As it is... fairies are rumored to be born from flowers and she's small. We might have a hard time convincing them." The clothes she'd been forced to wear, the basket, they were all little tricks to make her appear bigger than she was. "Just let me do the talking sweetie, you help keep her quiet."

They were announced by a squire and escorted into the main hall, basket in tow. After the routine greetings and proper decorum, something his mother rarely participated in, she adopted a casual manner Finn was more familiar with.

"Someone left a baby on my doorstep in the middle of the night." Leenan gestured to the basket Finn held. "All the note had was the name Piper." All blatant lies, but certainly a more palatable story than the truth. The king excitedly clapped and his attendant cleared his throat.

"The king adores babies." The attendant said in a clear voice. "You may bring the child forward." Finn instinctually held the basket closer. His mother gave him a gentle nudge and Finn stumbled towards the king. The king pulled her out of the bundle and held her up, her bonnet now off her head and dangling against her back. She yawned, but otherwise remained asleep. The king sighed, a little disappointed, and babbled nonsense at the child before making his decision. "The king decrees the child to not be suitably chunky enough to earn a seven, and points were lost for not waking to greet his royal majesty, six out of ten. " The king gave the baby a large smooch to the forehead. "Thou art now an official citizen of Cailburry, so sayeth the king." Finn held his breath, ready to defend his case. "We will contact you if someone comes forward asking about a child. Report back to court with the child in two weeks."

"Thank you, your majesty." Leenan gave a shallow curtsy and guided Finn out of the palace as soon as Piper was returned to them. "Not as scary as you thought, hunh?" Leenan ruffled his hair. "If her rank increases in our care, you'll have a stronger voice as to where she goes."

"A SIX!?" Finn looked at the sleeping baby outraged. "We came here to get her appraised and he only gave her a six?"

"A six isn't too bad, you got a five on your first meeting with the king." Leenan sympathized with her son's outrage, but this was just the way things were. "The king likes happy babies with rolls and a full head of hair. Sleeping through the meeting isn't the worst thing a baby could do. You screamed your little head off through the whole thing until I held you again." She hugged him from the side. "A lower rank just means it'll be easier to prove we know what we're doing.

"Yeah, well he smells like maple syrup and cheese; and he got it on Piper's forehead." He wet his thumb with his tongue and tried to rub off the syrup residue. "Honestly where does he get off judging people's babies?"

"The princess was a one when she was first born." Leenan explained and Finn nearly choked laughing. "Then, by one month, he declared her a ten. It became tradition after that. Like I said, six isn't bad."

[folklorelise]

The cadets are turned into kids and think you and Levi are their parents

In the same universe where they called you “mom”, (they are around 3 and 4 years old)

Also— this is adorable (this is from an eruri doujinshi by hitomi which is called curtain call)

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Eren had an experiment that went wrong. He transformed into his titan form and then suddenly he shrank into a tiny titan. Then he escaped Hange and ran away.

“Someone finds Y/N right now! Eren only listens to her!” Hange yelled at their squad.

When you heard about what happened, Levi looked for Eren with you. When you found him in your office, he was not alone. He was not a titan anymore too. All the cadets were like Eren– tiny little babies.

“MOMMY!” Eren screamed pointing at you.

“Oh no.” you mumbled seeing them all run to you.

They were all hugging your leg, trying to get you attention. Jean started to cry after Eren pushed to the ground. You wanted to pick him up but there were too many kids around you.

“I got this.” Levi assured you and picked Jean up.

Jean stopped crying and stared at the captain frightened. Jean looked at you and reached out his arms towards you. You took Jean in your arms but everyone else started to scream “me too!”.

“Levi,” you said to him, “maybe we should do groups and you take half and I take the other half?”

“No. You can’t leave me alone with them.”

“I can’t work like this.”

“I’m sure Erwin would understand. I’ll tell him.” Levi offered walking away.

“Levi! No! Come back!”

“I told you mommy doesn’t want to stay with us.” Connie cried to Sasha.

“What? Of course, I want to be with you!” you reassured them. “I just don’t know what to do.” you mumbled to yourself.

“I’m hungry.” Jean said, still in your arms.

“Of course, you are.” Eren said, “that’s why you’re so f–“.

“Eren I swear to Erwin’s eyebrows if you finish that sentence, I’m going to throw you in the dungeons!” you snapped angrily.

Jean on the other side started to cry again knowing what Eren wanted to say. Eren started to cry silently too, looking at the ground.

“Sorry mommy.” Eren sobbed, “don’t be mad please.”

“You should apologise to Jean.” you said calmer.

You put Jean down and Eren hugged him and apologised shyly.

“That’s better! Now take each other’s hands and we’ll go found something to eat okay?”

They all nodded, you took Armin’s hand on one hand and Sasha’s on the other one. Eren surprisingly took Jean hand and you all went to the mess hall. Levi was already there with Erwin, with food for the kids.

“We thought that would help.” Erwin explained while the kids run towards the food. “There’s a tray for each one of you, so no need to fight.”

Erwin and Levi walked towards you and sighed.

“What do we do?” Erwin asked.

“I can’t work with them around. I also cannot take care of them alone. There’s eight of them!”

“Armin, Mikasa and Bertolt shouldn’t be a problem – they’re good,” Levi stated, “Jean and Eren would do everything you say. Sasha, Connie and Reiner… tire them until they're too exhausted to move.”

“I still can’t do that alone! You have to help me.”

“I have paperwork to do, and Erwin has commander things to do.”

“I wish I could help,” Erwin intervened, “but I can’t, I still have work to do and…”

“Erwin, it’s fine.” you said gently, “but Levi you cannot leave me alone.”

Erwin left after Levi finally agreed to help. You both sat down at the table.

“Oh no.” Levi sighed once he saw the mess they did while eating. “Stop eating with your hand and use the spoon.”

“Sorry daddy.” Jean apologised but kept eating with his hands.

“What did you call me?” Levi asked.

“Oh, it’s not like he never said it before.” you said.

Levi took Jean on his lap and started to feed him. Reiner, Bertolt and Armin were eating calmy, Sasha ate too fast while Connie was trying to protect his food from Sasha. Mikasa was feeding Eren because he gave his food to you.

“Eren I’m fine, you should eat.” you told him multiple times.

After lunch, they were all too excited and energetic unlike you and Levi.

“I’m too old for sh!t.” Levi told you.

“You kill titan for a living! This should easy.”

“Is it though?”

“Let’s just play with them a little until they get tired so they can sleep.”

The whole afternoon was spent playing hide and seek and tag. Which was not the wisest idea since Armin and Reiner ended hurt. Only a few scratches on their knees and elbows but that made you worried sick. After dinner in Levi office with the kids, they were starting to get tired.

“Mommy,” Mikasa called you by pulling your sleeve, “I want to sleep.”

“Me too!” Reiner said by sitting on your lap.

“A story!” Connie screamed excited which made all of them chant this.

“Alright! Alright! Do we have that kind of book in the library?” you asked Levi.

“No.”

“Well, I can invent a story – that’s not an issue.”

Levi and you sat on the bed and they all crawled on you and between. You started your story and very soon after, they all fell asleep.

“How was your day?” Levi asked you.

“Tiring. What about you?”

“It was fine. And it made me think…,” Levi paused, “never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

“Maybe we could have our own.” Levi shrugged.

“Is it something you want?” you asked.

“Is it something you want? Because if you do not want any, it’s fine too.”

“I don’t know… maybe?”

“We don’t have to talk about it now.”

“You’re right, but I want to talk about this. Someday.” you smiled.

After this little conversation, you both fell asleep. In the middle of the night, Levi woke up because someone was awake – Armin.

“Bathroom.” Armin said once Levi was awake.

Levi stood up and took Armin in his arms and went to the bathroom. After Armin finished, Levi helped him wash his hands and went back to bed. But before Levi could lay on his bed, Reiner woke up with tears in his eyes.

“No, don’t cry.” Levi warned him and took him out of the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nightmare.” Reiner confessed sobbing.

“It’s not real – it’s a dream. Go back to bed.” Levi said before going back to his bedroom, but Reiner stayed behind sobbing. Levi sighed before picking him up. “Stop crying, you don’t want to wake mommy, right?”

“No.”

“Fine then let’s go back to bed, alright?”

That was only the beginning of Levi’s night. After Reiner went back to sleep, it was Sasha’s turn to go to the bathroom.

“I knew it,” Levi said to himself, “I mean after all she ate, that was only a matter of time before she goes number two.”

Then it was Bertolt who had to pee. After him it was Connie who was a little thirsty. Mikasa had to go to the bathroom too. Only Eren did not wake up. When Levi finally went back to bed, Eren woke up.

“Don’t tell me you need to poop too.” Levi warned him tired.

“I want to sleep with mommy please.” Eren asked.

“No place, maybe another time, now sleep.”

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-          That one time you had to leave for an expedition

The next expedition was a short and simple one. Yet every squad leader had to be there, including you. You were obviously reluctant about it because of the kids.

“Who will take care of them?” you asked Levi.

“There are nurses. Don’t worry about it.”

The first few days, the kids were all sleeping with Levi and you but then, Levi told them to go and sleep in their bedroom because with them around, you could not do anything else than sleep. You promised to them that you would visit every night before they go to sleep and that night, you told them that you would not be here for a week or so.

“No!” Jean screamed hugging you, “don’t leave me please.” he begged on the verge of crying.

“Mama!” Armin, the youngest cried, rubbing his eyes. “don’t go.”

“I will be back very soon; you won’t even notice my absence.” you told them.

That night you proposed to have them back in bed with Levi and you so they would stop crying. The next morning, once it was time to leave, none of them wanted to let go of your legs.

“It’s fine, I’ll be back very soon.” you tried to calm them down. That did not work. “Fine I won’t go, let’s all go back to bed okay?” you said to them which made them stop crying and run to your bedroom.

Once they all left, you went back on your horse and left with the rest of the survey corps outside the walls. When the kids realised that you were not coming started to cry again and did not stop until they fell asleep. The nurses that took care of them were starting to get worried but after a few days, they started to play and eat again without any protest.

Once you were back, all the kids were waiting for you at the entrance of the wall. They were screaming “mommy!” when they saw you. Jean screamed “daddy!” when he saw Levi which made people around gasp. They did not know that these kids were in reality survey corps members. Sasha and Connie went on Hange’s horse while Armin and Bertolt were on Erwin’s. Jean and Reiner were with Levi while Mikasa and Eren were with you.

“We missed you a lot mommy!” Eren said happy to see you.

“I missed you too.”

For a week or two, the kids would not let go of you because of that expedition.

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-          That one time you got mad at them.

The only time you got mad at them was when they all started to fight each other. Levi and you were doing paperwork outside because it was a sunny day and the kids wanted to play outside. You were peacefully reading your reports when they started to shout at each other. You were not worried about it because they were always shouting, but when you saw that they started to cry and push each other you quickly went over where they were.

“What’s happening here!” you screamed.

They all stopped except for Eren and Jean who were still fighting.

“Hey! Stop!” you yelled but none of them listen to you.

Before you could get mad, Levi took Eren in his arms which stopped the fight.

“What is wrong with you?” Levi reprimanded them. “What were you two thinking? You could’ve got hurt and you could’ve hurt your friends and worse of all, you weren’t listening to Y/N!”

Jean and Eren turned to you but you were already gone.

“Where’s mommy?” Jean asked shyly.

After Jean and Eren both apologised to each other, they went looking for you.

“Is mommy mad?” Eren asked.

“Yes.” Levi answered.

“She doesn’t love us anymore?” Jean asked with tears in his eyes.

“Of course, she does, now let’s find her and apologise.”

They could not find you anywhere. Even Levi did not know where to look. He asked Erwin and Hange but none of them saw you. Jean would not stop crying because you were not there.

“Mommy doesn’t love me anymore!” Jean kept saying.

At night when they all went into their bedroom, they found you on their bed.

“Mommy!” they all screamed happy but stopped on their way when they saw that you were not smiling.

“What happened today was unacceptable. I am disappointed.” you said. “I hope that won’t ever happen ever again.”

“Sorry.” they all apologised.

“Where were you?” Eren asked.

“Out, I needed some time alone.”

“Are you mad at me?” Eren cried.

“No… Not anymore, and I am not mad at you too Jean. But next time you do this, there will be consequences. Now go to sleep, all of you.” You stood up, ready to leave.

“No stories?” Reiner asked.

“Please.” they all asked with a pout that you just could not resist.

 —————

-          That on time Levi had to calm Eren down during a meeting.

That day, you had to leave to visit a family member who was going to give birth. You left without saying anything to the kids otherwise they would not have let you. Levi’s squad was responsible for the kids when none of you were available.

They were all running around when Eren fell from the top of the stairs.

“EREN!” Petra shouted petrified.

Eren started to cry, and he would not stop. The squad tried everything, but nothing would stop Eren’s tears.

“We have to bring him to the captain.” Eld said.

Eld took Eren and went to the meeting room. He knocked on the door and opened it just enough so Eren could go in.

“I want mommy!” Eren continued to cry.

Levi picked him up and put him on his lap.

“She’s busy today, what happened?” Levi asked him softly.

“I fell.” Eren sobbed.

“It’s fine, you can stop crying and tell mommy later that you acted all strong because you’re almost an adult now.”

“I’m a big boy now.” Eren admitted hugging Levi.

All the squad leaders were speechless in front of this because they never saw the captain acting like this before. He was so delicate and sweet towards Eren. Then the door opened again, and all the other kids barged in.

“I’m sorry captain, but they all wanted to check on Eren.” Petra apologised.

“It’s fine.” Levi said before putting Eren down.

The rest of the meeting was spent with the kids playing under the table, around Levi. Once you came back, you found Levi asleep on his bed with the kids around him. You tried to be as silent as possible, but Levi woke up.

“Hey, how was your day?” you asked him not without a kiss.

“Fine, and you?”

“Boring – you weren’t there.”

“Mommy!” Eren called you reaching out his arms.

“What happened to your knees?” you asked him when you picked him up.

“I fell but I didn’t cry.”

“Riight, because you’re so brave.” but Eren had already fell asleep again.

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-          Random HCs

Armin loves the commander; he is always clinging to him.

Eren always wants to impress the captain by eating alone and cleaning.

Jean is your boy; he always wants to stay with you by pretending to be injured or something.

Sasha and Connie love Hange because they get to help Hange with their experiments.

Mikasa only loves you.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!! <3

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PART 2 is out, check out the MASTERLIST!

[finelinevogue]

Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

[baroquebucky]

don’t

in which bucky quickly learns that communication is key for a good relationship

word count: 1.7k

angst w a fluffy ending <33

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a/n: hehe inspired by this song !! go stream it i love it sm namjoon always has the best lyrics eek !! hope u all enjoy <3 lyrics in bold !

You looked at bucky as he walked in, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. His fist was bruised and bloodied. You sat on your shared bed, eyes heavy as you leaned against the headboard. It was the first time he’d come home in three days.

“james” you spoke, looking at your boyfriend as he ignored you. “james” you called out once more, sighing as he continued to get his clothes from the drawer and walk wordlessly into the restroom.

“bucky!” You raised your voice, he stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. Before you could get a word out he stopped you.

“don’t talk” he stated, setting his clothes on the counter and running his hands through his hair and sighing, “not yet, i know what you’re about to say” he mumbled. Your mouth hung open in shock before you shook your head.

“bucky look at me, don’t avoid my eyes” you spoke sternly, getting up from the bed and walking in front of him. His blue eyes gazed into yours, he could see how worried you were.

“you have to talk to me bucky, it’s been three days already and you didn’t tell me anything” you told him gently, knowing how stubborn he was.

Bucky had a horrible nightmare, tears on his face as he woke up, you were shaking him awake gently and he accidentally hit you with his metal arm, making your nose bleed. A look of horror on his face as he realized what he had done, as you ran to the restroom bucky packed a bag quickly, leaving to go stay at the compound for the time being. He ignored your texts and calls, too afraid to see what you were saying to him.

It was almost 3 am and he hoped you would be asleep by the time he returned so he could get more clothes before leaving again. You weren’t.

“i can’t hurt you again, i have to go i need to leave, i have to go home” he spoke, pain evident in his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“our home is here james” you whispered, moving to slowly take his hands in yours, “it’s us.” He flinched away when you grabbed his metal arm, taking a couple steps back.

“I have to go shower” he mumbled, grabbing his clothes and locking the restroom door, tears stinging his eyes as he turned the shower on, letting the hot water relax his stiff muscles.

You wiped away the stray tears on your face, texting sam and asking him for any advice. You held back sobs as you explained to him what had happened and how bucky had been acting.

we’ve been through so much worse, this can be the end of us, surely he’ll come around ??

Sam replied quickly, assuring you bucky just needed some time, but you should be sure he knew how you felt considering how he tended to get into his head all the time.

You thanked him quickly, telling him goodnight and assuring him you would tell him if you needed anything.

You tried to stay awake, but you were so exhausted, your eyelids heavy as you waited for bucky to get out of the shower.

Sighing you laid down, scooting closer to his side of the bed, it still smelled like him and helped you relax.

The sound of keys made your eyes jolt open, you shot up when you saw bucky heading towards the door.

“don’t leave, i need you here, please don’t” you whispered, eyes watering and your chin quivered. Bucky hesitated, he told himself he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as you anymore, he was too scared of hurting you.

All it took was one look at you for all his resolve to fade away. You were wearing his black t shirt, your eyes were red and nose pink, your hair was messy and he knew it was tangled.

He set his bag down and closed the bedroom door, taking off his shirt and pants and slipping into bed next to you, pulling him into his arms and holding you tightly.

“bucky” you mumbled, eyes still wide open as he held you. He frowned, heart falling as you used the nickname.

“what happened to calling me james?” He asked, voice small as he spoke.

“thought since you were mad you wouldn’t want me callin you that” you replied, fiddling with his dog tags quietly. Buckys heart sank, you thought he was mad at you?

“don’t take away the name only you know doll, you’re the only one who calls me that, nothing is gonna take that away” he spoke, “you’re the only one who knows me as James, not as bucky or the winter soldier, but as myself.”

You looked at him, eyes soft as he talked, running his fingers through your hair and gently detangling it. He continued his actions as he spoke up again.

“I’m not mad at you doll, I’m mad at myself for hurting you” he confessed, panic settling in. “I thought if i stayed i would hurt you, i don’t want you hurting because of me so i left” he looked at you, waiting for you to tell him he did the right thing, that he should pack his things and go.

“i wish i could just magically fix who i am” he whispered.

“oh angel,” you breathed out, moving so you were both sitting with your backs against the headboard. “I don’t need magic, just be here james, here with me.”

“but what if i hurt you again, what if i ruin everything and you hate me” bucky looked at you, tears rolling down his cheeks and you gave him a soft smile. Your hands caressing his cheek as you wiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“don’t abandon everything over on mistake james, don’t destroy us and everything we’ve worked for just because you made one tiny mistake.” You replied, looking at him before placing your hands back in your lap.

“please james, i know it’s not over yet, we just have to try” you spoke, letting out a soft sigh. “but if you want to, if you feel it’s what’s best for you, then go.” Your voice was shaky and you held back a sob.

Buckys heart fell. You thought he wanted to break up, to leave you. He felt like shit for making you think that’s what he wanted, it was so far from the truth.

“oh doll, i don’t want to” he replied, moving to face you, taking your hands in his and holding them tightly. “I want to wake up next to you and see your smile in the mornings, i want to hold you while we sleep and when we watch movies too late and eat too much popcorn” bucky continued talking, a smile on his face a he spoke.

You laughed a little bit, sniffling softly and slipping a hand out of his to wipe your tears.

“I’m sorry for acting so stupid, I’m realizing now i went about it all wrong and I’m sorry doll” he spoke, wiping away your tears and getting up to get you some tissues. You took them and thanked him softly, blowing your nose before he started talking again.

“i should’ve talked to you and let you know how i feel, instead i jumped to all these conclusions and just assumed how you would feel and-” he sighed as he cut himself off, looking at you before talking again.

“I’m really sorry darling, i hope you can forgive me” bucky spoke softly, you took his hand in yours, squeezing softly and smiling.

“i know how hard it is for you to talk about how you feel james, but if this is going to work you need to be willing to try” your voice was gentle, “i was worried sick these last few days, you didn’t even tell me if you were okay or if you were even alive” you spoke, bucky felt guilt tugging at his heart.

“from here on out, if something is bothering you or if you’re scared or worried about something i want you to tell me, so that we can talk through it and find a way to help” you suggested, a smile on your face as he nodded quietly.

“can i say something?” Bucky mumbled and you nodded, laughing softly. “is it okay- i mean you don’t have to i just” he stopped for a second, thinking before finally putting the words together.

“i would like it if you reassured me that you still care about me, i hope that’s not too much” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.

“that’s not too much lover boy, I’ll be sure to tell you more often” you replied.

Bucky relaxed at your touch, exhausting settling into his body. He yawned and you smiled at him, pulling his softly so that he would lay down.

“i love you so much” you whispered, bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead softly.

“i love you so much more” he whispered back, his heart felt lighter knowing you weren’t upset with him, that you still loved him just as much.

You felt safer and happier now that bucky was back home with you. You reveled in the way he held you tightly against him, the way he would draw circles with his thumb on your arm to relax you.

The two of you fell asleep not long after, happier and getting more sleep than you had gotten in the last three days.

Bucky was grateful for how patient and understanding you were. He promised himself he would be better at communicating, never again would he hurt you simply because he couldn’t say what he felt.

He kept true to his promise, he was much better at talking of his emotions, even opening up to you about the content of his nightmares.

You kept true to yours, showering him in compliments almost everyday, telling him how much he meant to you and how much you loved him. You enjoyed seeing the way he would blush, his ears going red and cheeks dusted with pink.

Bucky was glad he stayed that night, you were glad he listened to you. He knows if he hadn’t then he would be miserable right now, and he would most definitely not be in the arms of the love of his life, watching your favorite show and eating way too much popcorn for 2:47 am.

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the puppeteer ✿ mind flayer - chapter 28 ✿

pairing: steve harrington x original female character (can be read as x reader)

warning(s): strong language, descriptions of violence, mature themes 

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Jonathan had wanted to keep an eye on Will, which just meant that he wanted to sit on the floor next to the couch to keep watch in case he woke up. Though the poor kid was out like a light, so it was unlikely. The kids were gathered around the kitchen table discussing Bob Newby, who Bambi didn't really have much interaction with. She didn't really feel like she could contribute to the conversation, so she took the opportunity to join Jonathan on the floor and make amends.

"I'm sorry, too," She told him as she sat down beside him, placing the files down in front of her so the kids couldn't sneak off with them for what would have been the fourth time.

"Huh?" Jonathan looked at her in confusion.

"The party," She elaborated. "Well... The aftermath, I should say."

"I'm really sorry for leaving you there," He sighed. "It was shitty, and I wasn't thinking."

"And I'm sorry I got so upset over it," She told him. "I'm glad you were there for Nance,"

She held her hand out to him. He took it, and they gave one another a quick squeeze before letting go again. Fights between Bambi and Jonathan weren't exactly uncommon. They were like siblings in many senses, and siblings fought. But, they always made up with a squeeze of the hand. Bambi had joked that it was like they were squishing their anger away.

"Did you write that?" Jonathan pointed at the files that Bambi had, after a long internal debate, decided to finish reading.

"No, Jonathan. The lab wrote 'FUCK YOU BITCH YOU CAN'T KILL ME THAT EASILY' over 'Status: Unknown, Presumed Dead' all by themselves," Bambi teased, closing the file and clicking the pen she'd borrowed from the coffee table. "I guess it's comforting that, even though they're all dead now, so it doesn't really matter, they definitely didn't recognise me at the hospital last year."

"I was so confused when Nancy insisted on raiding my mom's dresser before we took you to the hospital," He softly smiled at the memory. "I suggested we covered it with a marker to turn it into a sick tattoo."

"Oh yeah? What were you going to draw on me?" She snorted. "Something classy like a flower, or were you going to fully lean into the 'you fell asleep at a party, so now we draw dicks on you' aspect?"

"What a party that night was," He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Total party!" She nodded along. "Shame that one guy's face opened up, and he tried to kill us. I mean, I told him it was a bad idea to mix drinks."

"Well, what drinks did he mix?" Bambi smiled as Jonathan leaned into her ridiculous ramblings. It was good to distract him a little from what was happening with Will and what had happened to Bob. She knew Jonathan was never Bob's number one fan, but even if he'd refuse to admit it, she knew he had been starting to develop a soft spot for him, even if it was only because he treated Will with respect.

"He pregamed with some beer, then stepped it up to tequila," She told him, pretending to be thinking back on the night. "Then I'm pretty sure I saw him drinking your mom's wine because that totally wasn't something I did over the summer."

"I knew it!" Jonathan gasped, pointing at her accusingly. "I told mom it was you, and she insisted that you'd never do something like that."

"Baby, she drank it with me," She laughed as Jonathan's face contorted into a look of complete confusion. "She knew damn well you were telling the truth, and she lied to your face!"

"Wait..." He shook his head. "When did that happen? Was I asleep?"

"You know I don't just come here to hang out with you and Will, right?" She grinned. "Your mom and I hang out all the time."

"What do you two even talk about?" Bambi laughed harder at Jonathan's confused and concerned expression.

"If you are trying to figure out if we talk shit about you, I can confirm that yes, we do!" She teased. "But don't worry, that's only like 20% of the time. Usually, we talk about... I dunno, girl stuff, I guess?"

"Girl stuff?" He frowned, very clearly racking his brain for what that could possibly mean.

"You know, things like-" Bambi caught herself before she said much more. "Uhhh... Maybe I'll tell you another time."

"Oh... OH!" Realisation dawned on his face. "I can't believe you hang out with my mom without me, and I had no idea."

"I mean, I don't have my own mom, so...." She shrugged. "Well, I guess now I do." She waved the picture of Matilda around.

"Did it say anything else?" He asked. "Like an address or contact information?"

"Nope, only her name- Matilda Easton. But there probably aren't many of them around. She won't be hard to find, I shouldn't think. It doesn't say the names of my brothers, but...." She flicked through the pages of the file absentmindedly. "That's if I'd even want to find them."

"Why wouldn't you?" Jonathan frowned at the idea that Bambi wouldn't want to meet her family.

"I've got my family right here," She shrugged, closing the file again. "Who needs some nameless older brother when I've got one passed out on the couch behind me, and another sat-" She froze and reached up to pull his collar down. "Is that a hickey?!"

"Shhh!" Jonathan pleaded, covering Bambi's mouth with his hand before anyone else heard. As usual, when she was being loud, and he did this, she licked his hand, causing him to pull away and wipe the saliva on her shoulder. "You're so gross sometimes."

"Jonathan Byers, when, where, and who?" She gasped while she attempted to pull his collar down again to study it. He was able to keep on batting her hand away as she spoke. "I need details!"

"I'm not going to-" He tried to refuse her attempts, but she interrupted when realisation dawned on her. There was only one person with him the past few days, as far as she was aware.

"Did you and Nancy-?" He slowly nodded at Bambi. Her mouth was gaping open at the overload of information. "Holy shiiiit! Wait! Does Steve-"

"I think she's going to tell him in a minute," He sighed. "Well, probably not everything, but... You know... I just hope he takes it well."

"If it helps, Steve was going to Nancy's house to properly break up with her," She explained. "Dustin caught us outside and roped us into all of this."

"Yeah, that... that helps," Jonathan nodded. A sly smile spread across his face as he gently nudged Bambi in the side. "At least now you and Steve can-"

Before they could continue with their conversation and Bambi could ask what the hell Jonathan was about to suggest, Dustin ran over and grabbed her arm, trying his best to pull her up from the floor.

"Mind Flayer!" He announced. Bambi decided to help him by just getting up herself instead of letting him tire himself from trying to pull her to her feet.

"Remorhaz!" Bambi responded with equal enthusiasm.

"What?" Dustin looked completely perplexed by this.

"I thought we were just naming D&D monsters from the manual?" She explained with a shrug.

"No! Mind Flayer!" He groaned as though she was supposed to just understand what he was saying with no context. "Will! Mind Flayer!" Bambi looked down at Will on the couch, and her eyes widened.

"Oh shit!" She nodded in agreement. "Motherfucking Mind Flayer!"

"What?" Jonathan asked, looking up at them in confusion. "What's happening?"

Bambi chased after Dustin, who had grabbed the monster manual they'd refer to during campaigns and flipped through it to the correct page. He slammed it onto the table as they gathered around, Bambi positioning herself in between Dustin and Steve.

"The Mind Flayer," Dustin repeated as everyone crowded at the table. "What the hell is that?" Hopper asked sceptically.

"It's a monster from an unknown dimension. It's so ancient that it doesn't even know its true home," Dustin explained. "Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly-developed psionic powers."

"Oh, my God, none of this is real," Hopper denied, very clearly getting more annoyed by the second. "This is a kids' game."

"No, it's a manual," Dustin corrected. "And it's not for kids. Bambi plays it."

"Bambi is a kid," Hopper pointed out. "Even if Callahan insists she's an ancient demon sent from hell to terrorise him."

"Awww, he said that?" Bambi grinned, twirling her short hair around her finger. "That's so sweet. I'll have to thank him."

"Later," Dustin brushed her off as he continued talking. "And unless you know something that we don't, this is the best metaphor-"

"Analogy," Lucas corrected.

"Analogy? That's what you're worried about?" Dustin scoffed. "Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is."

"Okay, so this mind flamer thing-" Nancy said, leaning over the book to get a look at it.

"Flayer," Dustin corrected. "Mind Flayer."

"What does it want?" Nancy sighed.

"Mind Flayers want to conquer us usually," Bambi told them, trying to recall the exact wording. "Uh... They see themselves as masterminds that twist others into serving their own sinister and far-reaching schemes. Basically, it believes it's the master race."

"Like the- Like the Germans?" Steve asked. Bambi turned her head and smiled at him.

"You mean the Nazis, babe?" She corrected.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Nazis," He agreed after a small pause.

"Uh, if the Nazis were from another dimension, totally," Dustin mumbled. "Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself."

"It wants to spread," Mike added. "Take over other dimensions."

"We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it," Lucas said sternly. Bambi watched as Steve pushed away from the table.

"That's great. That's great," He scoffed. Bambi followed him, grabbing his arm and trying to calm him down a little, not that it was doing much to help. "That's really great. Jesus!"

"It's okay," She tried to soothe him quietly in the corner while the rest of them kept on discussing the Mind Flayer.

"It's clearly not!" Steve huffed, crossing his arms as he turned to look at her. "There's a Mind Flagger-"

"Flayer," She corrected, reaching over to uncross his arms and hold his hands. "We'll... We'll figure something out."

"So, how do you kill this thing?" Hopper asked. Bambi pulled Steve back to the table. She tried to untangle their hands, but he hung on to one. She let their entwined hands drop to their sides as she joined in on the conversation. "Shoot it with Fireballs or something?"

"No, no Fire-" Dustin was holding back laughter. "No Fireballs."

"You summon an undead army," Bambi told them.

"Yeah! Because- because zombies, you know, they don't have brains, and the mind flayer, it- it- It likes brains," Dustin stumbled through the explanation before realising he was getting nowhere because there was no way they could summon an undead army in real life. "It's just a game. It's a game."

"What the hell are we doing here?" Hopper scoffed, slamming the book down on the table.

"I thought we were waiting for your military backup," Dustin pointed out as Hopper was walking away.

"We are!" Hopped yelled back.

"How are they gonna stop this?" Mike asked. "You can't just shoot this with guns."

"You don't know that!" Hopped denied. "We don't know anything!"

"We know it's already killed everybody in that lab," Mike pointed out.

"And we know the monsters are gonna molt again," Lucas added.

"We know that it's only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town," Dustin added. Bambi was about to shout at everyone to calm the fuck down, but Joyce interjected before she could say anything.

"They're right," Her voice gave away just how much she'd been crying, and it broke Bambi's heart. "We have to kill it. I want to kill it."

"Me, too. Me, too, Joyce, okay? But how do we do that?" Hopper asked, his voice softening as he spoke to her. "We don't exactly know what we're dealing with here."

"No..." Mike started to walk over to where Will was still passed out on the couch. "But he does. If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it's Will. He's connected to it. He'll know its weakness."

"I thought we couldn't trust him anymore," Max pointed out. "That he's a spy for the mind flayer now."

Mike continued on. "Yeah, but he can't spy if he doesn't know where he is." 

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I like to think that bambi screamed "is that a hickey" so loud that it broke the sound barriers and no one heard it

bambi does not know the word subtle - you know that meme where it's like "you can look, but be subtle"? well bambi is the sort to turn around and point at them and go "IS THIS THE GUY WE'RE TALKING ABOUT?"

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Say you won't give up - Part 9

Characters: Keisuke Baji, Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano, reader

Note: the story takes places during the time when Toman was just founded, so the boys and Y/N are ~13 years old

Genre: Angst!

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It was already in the morning when you both woke up. Your cousin haven't told her Mom about the unannounced visitor yesterday - and she thought that Baji left in the evening and she didn't notice - and your aunt looked after you before she went to bed herself, but she didn´t notice that Baji was still laying beside you in your bed, both of you covered in the sheets, fast asleep.

You were surprised when you tried to roll over, but some arms prevented it. Baji was hugging you from behind, snoring quietly into your ear.

You shifted a little bit what made him wake up. He stretched his tired muscles and yawned extensively, before he looked at you with half lidded eyes, while you were laying on your back now.

“Do you feel better?”

“Yeah, I´m still tired, but I think today´s a good day.”

“Cool. So….do you want to hang out with me today? We could feed the kittens. It seems they really liked you.” You nodded enthusiastically so he continued his suggestions. “Later we can meet up with Mikey. I want to tell him that you'll join Toman and that I want you as my vice captain.”

You were both smiling from ear to ear, both happy with that decision.

Your aunt's mouth hung wide open when two young kids came down from upstairs instead of just one. She knew Baji, he made a good first impression and she knew that he took good care of you, but a sleepover? A sleepover with a boy? In this age? And no one told her?

“Y/N!”, she said strictly. “Mind telling me what this is about?”

You looked at her confused, not knowing why she seemed so upset.

“Baji visited me yesterday and we accidently fell asleep, I think.”

It wasn't a big deal for you, it was just a normal sleepover, but when she waited for more explanation, still looking at you with that intense gaze, you realized it.

“No, nothing happened, if that's what you want to know.”

What is this woman thinking? Baji is just a friend and even if he was your boyfriend nothing would have happened. You´re both thirteen years old, too young for that kind of stuff your aunt assumed you to do.

You shook your head, while your aunt looked at Baji with that same stern gaze, but he had no idea what you were talking about. He fell asleep right next to you, nothing more, nothing less, so why that look?

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After your breakfast you feeded the stray kittens, which, as Baji said it earlier, were happy to see you again. When you ran out of cat food, Baji texted Mikey, asking him where he's at the moment, so you could meet each other. He was just hanging out at home since Draken and the others were busy with other stuff, sitting on the couch in the living room, watching tv surrounded by empty bags of Dorayaki as well as some untouched ones.

You greeted Mikey friendly and sat down on one of the free seats.

“So, why are you both visiting me? I mean…it's not unusual for Baji to come here, but it's the first time he brings you with him.”

“We just wanted to announce something”, Baji answered before you had the chance to do it.

“Hm?”

“She´ll be our first female member and I want her as my vice captain.”

Mikey was speechless, looking at you like a deer in the spotlight, not sure if Baji was joking around.

“Well, not yet. Um….she has to get stronger before she can be a full member. Building up some muscles, you know…”

Baji tried to cover the fact that you´ve got a sickness - now is not the time for you to join a delinquent gang - but Mikey already knew about your sickness you kept as a secret thanks to Mitsuya and he figured out that Baji was just protecting you from any more questions.

“Sure.”

He nodded and gave you a warm smile.

“I´ll count on you, Y/N. I want you to be the strongest vice captain of Toman, okay? The other gangs should fear you.”

You chuckled nervously. “I´m not sure if I can achieve that, but I'll do my best.”

“I'm sure you can do that. Do you want one?”

He offered you one of his Dorayaki which you accepted with a quiet ‘Thanks’.

“And where's mine?”, Baji interfered, looking at Mikey with a challenging gaze.

“That was the last one.”

“Are you kidding me? There are at least five more right next to you, you greedy dumbass.”

You were eating your Dorayaki peacefully while the two boys were still arguing about the snacks Mikey tried to hide from Baji.

After Baji stole one of the Dorayaki while you distracted Mikey, both of you left the house in a hurry. Mikey will find it out, but Baji will already be far away when it happens.

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“Hey guys.”

It was a Monday afternoon when you met the boys of Toman again at the Musashi shrine. You could see some new faces, evidence that they were recruiting new people successfully, but you were going straight into Bajis direction who was standing there with Mikey, Kazutora, Draken and Mitsuya.

“Hey Y/N. Do you finally want to join our gang? Baji told me that you want to become a delinquent like us. That's pretty cool.”

“Not yet”, you avoided Kazutoras gaze by looking to the ground, a sigh escaped your lips. “I've got the test results.”

Baji, Mikey and Mitsuya were instantly shocked, even when they hadn't heard your next words, while Draken and Kazutora looked at you in confusion, having no idea what you were talking about.

“I've got a tumor in my head.”

You looked up again with a smile on your face, but even a blind person could tell that it was fake.

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 5)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: swearing, violence, mild smut

Part Summary: You and Topper make amends. You two attend the end of the summer bonfire at the Boneyard. When JJ sees you guys together, things take a turn for the worst. 

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Somehow, after hours of crying, you finally fell asleep on your bed. You're not quite sure when it happened. Your covers tucked nicely under you, wet from your tears. When you first got home, you immediately snuck up to your room, far from your parents. You ripped off your Labor Day dress, having already hated it, but you also took your aggression out on it. You changed in one of Topper's T-shirts that you stole sometime last summer... when you were hooking up. You had never been so close. Morning, noon, and night you were together. You were practically dating but without the titles. Actually, it was far deeper than that. You spent almost every hour together, you co-existing. You were acting married even though you were only teenagers. You guys just loved each other that much. If someone had told you then that a year from now you two wouldn't be talking, you would've thought they were crazy. 

“Y/N!" You hear Topper in your dreams.  "Y/N!" He repeats, then you process it's real. 

"What the-" You rise from your laid position and spot the boy climbing in from your window in the dark. "Topper?" 

"Hey! Sorry to scare you," he apologizes as he rises to his feet from a crawling position on your floor. 

"Did you climb through the window?" You question, this wouldn't be the first time, but it nevertheless is mind-boggling to you how he can climb up the side of your house. 

"Yeah, can you tell your mom to not have the gardeners cut the vines so short?" He complains with a chuckle, brushing down his Patagonia shirt. 

"What are you doing here?" You yawn. Considering what he said to you just hours before, you can't help but wonder why the fuck he's here. 

"I... I need to apologize," he stammers, taking a seat on the edge of your bed just by your legs. "Y/N, I'm so sorry! I was such a jerk to you earlier. I shouldn't have-" 

Before he can even finish, you leap at him, pulling him into a pleading hug. "Jesus, I'm so happy you're here," you whisper against his shoulder. 

Topper instantly wraps his arms around you, engulfing you. He releases a deep breath, not having realized until this moment that he couldn't breathe the entire time you weren't talking. "I've missed you!" He pulls back and brushes his hand across your cheek, bringing your hair back. "I missed you the moment you left!" He wears a smile of relief as his eyes glisten with tears threatening to fall. 

"Never let me go again," you mutter, almost as a beg. 

"I could never. I didn't," Topper explains in a rushed whisper, gripping your waist. "As soon as you left I was a mess, ask the boys! They had to talk me off a cliff. I came by earlier but your parents said you were still at Kiara's... which I'm guessing you were with JJ and the other Pogues..." His face falters and he avoids your gaze at the mention of JJ. 

You bring your hand up and tuck your fingers under his chin, guiding him to look at you. His eyes meet you with defeat and it nearly breaks your heart. "JJ drove me back to John B's, but I had Sarah drive me home almost as soon as we got there." 

"So you and JJ..." He can't bring himself to ask. 

"We..." Your brows scrunch together as you realize you never really discussed it. "You know what, I didn't even know." Enough about JJ, you're just happy that Topper is here! You felt so empty all day, in a constant state of panic. Now, you can exist again. "I'm just relieved you're here, Top. I've felt sick to my stomach all day," you release a breathless laugh of relief. 

"No, yeah you're right, no one else matters," he shakes his head, reaching for your hand on his cheek and taking it in his hands. "As long as we're good then everything else will be okay." He lifts your hand to his lips and gives them a needy kiss. 

"Stay with me?" You ask softly as he does. 

You see him swallow hard, pausing with your hand his lips. His eyes flicker up to yours with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "I was hoping you'd ask." A faint grin appearing on the edge of his lips. 

You and Topper get ready for bed as you used to every night when he snuck into your room a lot more. You've shared a bed since breaking off your... arrangement. There was the ski trip and Bermuda, but on random nights when he couldn't sleep or missed you, Topper would find himself in your bed. You pull back your blankets, knowing to get on the side closest to the window, away from the door. Topper didn't need to think twice to move to the opposite side because ever in the case of an emergency, he's the closest to the door. He's always thinking of how to keep you safe and satisfied. As you climb in, Topper begins to remove his t-shirt and shorts. You can't help but watch as his clothes become a pile on his side. It's months since you two have done anything, but that doesn't mean you haven't thought about it. There have been opportunities, but you always try to be responsible and remember why you stopped. Topper doesn't notice your staring and wondering what it would feel like to run your fingers down his chest. He climbs in next to you and immediately guides you into his side. Instantly, you feel secure and wanted, which is all anyone ever needs. He brushes his fingertips up and down your spine gently while you rest your cheek against his bare chest. It's not a new feeling to you, but it certainly never gets old. 

"There's a bonfire tomorrow at the Boneyard, wanna go together?" The boy asks, glancing down at you. 

"As long as Rafe doesn't go wild as he did," you snicker, but you mean what you say. 

"Don't worry about him, we had a nice long chat once he sobered up this afternoon," he insinuates and you wish you would've seen Topper go off on him. Then, you comprehend that it might've only happened because Topper was mad at you and Rafe was getting the side effects. 

"He doesn't deserve you, Top." You mutter, lifting your head off his chest to place a quick kiss on his chest. 

"That's how I feel about myself with you," he confesses as he peers down at you. "You've always been there for me. When Sarah cheated, you were right there and pulled me through it. The way I spoke to you this morning. I-" 

"No, no, don't say that," you shake your hand repeatedly as you cup his cheek as you did before. He leans into your touch and you find yourself wishing to be closer to him, as though that's even possible. "I love you, Top. You're my best friend. I'll always be there for you. You've helped me in more ways than you could ever realize." 

"I love you too, Y/N," he smiles, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. "So much..." he whispers against your skin. 

His eyes flicker down to your neck and you remember last night in the kitchen. You brush your hand across Topper's cheek, pulling his focus back to you. His eyes and features falter at the evidence of JJ on you. 

"I'm here with you! Okay? It's you and me," you try to emphasize. 

He nods slowly, still feeling an ache in his chest, but relieved to have you in his arms. You're it for Topper. He would do anything for you, drop anyone for you, nothing is too much. You alone are what drives him and are the reason he wakes up in the morning. He would never admit it aloud out of guilt, but when he was with Sarah, he always compared her to you. He doesn't fully know why he dated her, maybe because he felt you slipping away when you realized that you no longer wanted to hook up. He couldn't lose you so he tried to replace you, but he quickly realized that was impossible. No one could be you. 

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Topper woke up before you and let you sleep, pondering having you in his arms. Your legs entangled in his, your arm across his chest along with your cheek. In the light, he finally notices you wearing his shirt. A faint smile forms on his lips at the sight. He has you here with him, not with JJ or Rafe or anyone else who's pining after you. You're his. 

You've spent the entire day together on Topper's boat. It couldn't have been more perfect. The hours slipped by without either of you two noticing. Topper has been energized and enthusiastic about everything, all because he has you back. Around ten, you and Topper arrive at the Boneyard for the final bonfire of the summer. You wear distressed white short shorts over a black tank bodysuit with a matching black Chanel belt. All finished with the pearl earrings Topper gave you for Christmas last year.  

Topper keeps you close, his arm around your waist as you walk toward the crowd of teenagers. "I'm so lucky." 

You peer up at the boy with a giggle. "Why?" 

"I have the most beautiful girl in the OBX at my side," he flirts. 

You turn your attention ahead, struggling to hide your blushing. "You sound like Rafe." 

Topper steps around to walk backward in front of you. He locks his fingers through the loops of your shorts and pulls you into his chest. "At least he and I agree on something." He grins, resting his hands on your hips. 

You playfully roll your eyes but find it hard to hide your amusement. "You're such a cheese ball." 

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks," he announces before planting a quick peck to your temple. 

You nod, stepping back toward the shore as Topper holds onto your hands until the last minute. "Okay, I'll find us a spot by the water." 

"Be right there," he winks, offering you a mischievous smirk. 

For a second, you watch Topper jog off to the stack of coolers by the cement wall. Is it possible to be too dependent on someone? You know that if you and Topper stopped talking completely that you wouldn't physically die, but emotionally it would destroy you. You smile, knowing that you two will grow closer because of your fight. It taught you a valuable lesson. It took losing Topper for you to fully comprehend how much you need him. Turning on your heels, you head toward a log facing the shore. It's far enough from the chaos to give you and Topper some privacy, but close enough to still be included in the festivities. You two are both social butterflies, but today has been about you two and you want to keep it that way. You sit down on the log, content watching the small waves crashing against the sand just a few feet away. The light of the moon shimmers on the water, making it looks like lines of crystal. 

"Want a drink, Princess?" A familiar voice asks over your shoulder 

You glance up to see a 

"Wow, you look extra Kooky tonight," he remarks under his breath as he brings his cup to his mouth. 

You glare at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Let's play a game!" He blurts out. "How many items that Y/N is wearing are designer?"

You roll your eyes, realizing how drunk he is because JJ isn't like this. "How much have you had to drink?" 

"Just the right amount!" He answers swiftly before moving on. "My guess is all of them, but I can't be too sure. You'll have to take off your clothes so I can check what's underneath." 

"You wanna sit for a second? Maybe cool down a bit?" You offer, gesturing to the space beside you. 

His expression shifts from carefree to hurt. "Why do you care?" 

"JJ..." You sigh, peering up at the boy with immense guilt. 

"What?!" He tosses his arms up at his sides, losing some of his drink in the process. "You come here with Prince Charming, acting all coupley!" 

 "It's not like that-" You try to explain calmly. 

"Not according to Sarah!" He counters in a shout. You nervously check over at the crowd, making sure no one heard him burst. "You two planning your next trip to Bermuda?!" 

"What!" You whip your head back around toward JJ. "What did Sarah tell you?!" You fly up to your feet, stepping toward him defensively. 

"Did you sleep with him?!" JJ yells again and you're sure others heard him this time. 

"Excuse me?" You gasp at his audacity. 

"After you left John B's, did you go and find him?!" He elaborates with a breathless laugh. He steps closer to you, getting in your face. He doesn't care if others listen or if he's making you uncomfortable. "After you kissed me and slept in my bed, did you go and sleep with Topper?!" 

Abruptly, you feel a hand pressed to your back and see JJ being shoved backyard. 

"Hey! Back off man!" Topper growls, suddenly at your side. 

JJ catches himself from falling after a second of stumbling. "Oh and here he is now!" He laughs, tossing his cup to the side. "Your knight in shining armor!" 

"I think you should go, man!" Topper warns between his teeth. 

Topper's arm slips around you and grips your waist protectively. You watch JJ as he glares at Topper's arm around you. 

"Don't "man" me, alright! Touch me again and you'll lose a hand!" JJ threatens. 

"JJ!" John B calls for his friend as he runs toward you from down the beach. Kiara, Pope, and Sarah are close behind him. When JJ doesn't react. John B shouts again. JJ! Come on, let's go back over to the fire." 

"No! Not until she answers me!" JJ screams, yanking his arm free. 

Pope, Kiara, and Sarah watch in distress as JJ and Topper go back and forth. None of you are sure what to do. 

"Answer what!" Topper barks, stepping toward JJ defensively. You grab his arm, keeping him back. 

"Oh, I'm sorry! Is your name Y/N?" JJ laughs mockingly. "That Kook Academy doesn't do you guys any favors for your intelligence does it?" 

Pope steps around to block off his friend. "Just cool down, buddy!" 

"I knew you were Kook, Y/N, but I would've never marked you as slut," JJ shouts at you over Pope's shoulder. 

Topper breaks free of your hold, charging at JJ. John B grabs Pope and yanks him out of Topper's way. Now block-less, JJ runs at Topper. His face is red with aggravation. You could've never imagined seeing JJ look so enraged. The person he was with you the other night was entirely different. He was kind, gentle, understanding. You don't recognize him. Topper shoves JJ hard enough to make the boy fall back onto the sand. 

Topper tackles JJ into the ankle-deep water, immediately punching him in the jaw. The two grunt, struggling to get the upper hand. John B attempts to pull Topper off. 

"Topper!" You yell desperately. 

"JJ!" Kiara yells from the sidelines. 

"Enough!" John B barks at the pair as Pope runs to assist. 

The crowd by the bonfire starts to figure out what's going on a few yards away and rush over to watch. Pogues and Kooks each cheer for their fighter. Kelce and Rafe show up, pushing through the crowd to help out their friend. 

"Topper! Get off of him!" You plead as your best friend continues to press JJ's head under the water. 

JJ manages to punch Topper in the cheek, making the boy lose his balance for a second. Despite hating each other, Kelce and Rafe try to help out John B and Pope. 

"Guys! Quit!" Kelce commands, pulling at Topper. 

"Top, you'll kill him!" Sarah screams from beside Kiara. 

You want to go stand with them, but at this moment you're not sure if they want anything to do with you. Sarah and Kiara are Pogues. You're not just Y/N right now, their friend. You're a Kook during this Kook vs. Pogue fight. 

The boys manage to yank Topper off of JJ. The blonde Pogue flies up from beneath the surface, gasping for air. Topper falls back onto the sand in a seated position. Topper continues to fist JJ's collar and as he's shoved off, ripping JJ's shirt down the front. You notice the large purple and blue bruise on JJ's chest and freshly heeling cut down his neck to his collar bone. JJ frantically reaches behind himself, searching for something. Then, things take a turn for the worst when he whips out a gun. The crowd that watched the fight with amusement now scatters in a panic. 

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Topper's eyes grow wide as he starts to scoot back, holding up a hand pleadingly. 

Kelce and Rafe bolt away, John B and Pope rush out words, trying to calm JJ down. 

"JJ!" John B yells at his friend. "What the hell?!" 

"Oh my god!" Sarah's hands fly up to her mouth. 

"That's right! Bet you didn't think I had that did ya?" JJ grins wickedly at Topper. 

"Topper!" Kelce attempts to collect his friend but halts when JJ points the gun at him. 

"Everyone back off!" JJ orders, rising to his feet, returning the gun's point toward Topper. 

Without a second thought, you sprint across the sand. You slide in front of Topper, the waves splashing against you. 

"Y/N! No!" Topper screams as soon as you land in JJ's path. 

"Y/N!" Sarah and Kiara shout your name in unison. 

JJ hesitates when his eyes land on you. You see him lower the gun a little and Kelce takes the opportunity to pull Topper from the scene. 

"JJ please..." you beg of him. 

Your heart is racing, but you're certain JJ won't hurt you. Despite his evident pain and anger toward you, he won't do it. You remember the boy from the other night, the one who spoke to you with such admiration. That boy wouldn't harm you. You know he's in there beneath this tough facade. 

"Y/N! Come on!" Rafe wraps his fingers around your arm and drags you away. 

While he's distracted by you, John B swiftly steals the gun from JJ's hand and begins ushers him away to their circle of friends. The Pogues swarm JJ, all talking over each other. 

 Rafe frantically cups your face, checking on you. "Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." You mutter, glancing over your shoulder, watching John B talk to JJ down the beach. 

"No cuts? Scrapes?" Rafe panics. 

"No..." You shake your head absent-mindedly as you’re too distracted by observing JJ. 

"Are you okay?" Kiara checks on JJ worriedly as you watch from a distant. 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine!" JJ rushes out, still agitated. "Fuck this man!" He swears, then his eyes land on yours with surprise. He hand’t expected you to be listening or even care. 

You two stare each other from across the beach. Guilt consumes his features and sympathy breaks you apart as your vision lands on the wounds covering JJ’s torso. Rafe brings you over to Kelce who has Topper catching his breath against a tree. 

"Dude's fucking nuts, man!" Kelce curses, all fidgety beside you. 

As soon Topper sees you coming, he pushes himself off the tree and rushes to you. His arms engulf you as he presses you to his chest. 

He squats down to be at your level, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re so stupid, Y/N! You just jumped in front of a gun! Why would you do that?!” 

“Because it was pointed at you!” You justify desperately. 

Topper's eyes soften. “You’d risk your life for me?! Are you crazy?!” A soft, breathless, laugh escapes him. 

“Of course I would you idiot!” You remark with frustration. How could he possibly think you wouldn't? You'd do anything for the boy. 

“God, I love you so much," he mutters, placing a hand on either side of your head and planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“Are you sure you’re not hurt anywhere?” You check his body in a panic. 

“Yes, yes I’m okay!” He assures you. “Let’s get out of here before things get crazy again." 

Your eyes grow wide. “Agreed!” 

He looks over at you and Topper doting on each other. It makes him even more pissed off. "Great! Go baby him! Tend to your Kook Prince, you Princess!" He yells across the beach. 

John B covers his friend's mouth. "Shut up, JJ!" 

"Jesus JJ!" Pope huffs under his breath. 

You and Topper snap your heads in JJ's direction. As a result, Topper pulls you into his side securely. 

“We'll text you guys later!” Kelce calls out to you both as he and Rafe start backing toward their cars. 

“Stay close to me,” Topper slips his into yours, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m never letting that psycho Pogue anywhere near you again!” 

When you arrive at Topper's car, he opens your door for you. He keeps a sharp eye on the Pogues that remain on the beach. When John B or any of them glance our way, he glares daggers in their direction. Once you climb in, Topper reaches in and begins to buckle your seat belt as though you were a toddler in a car seat. 

“Topper I think I can put on my own seat belt,” you 

“I know, Sweetheart. I’m just..." he stops his action, kneeling beside you. "I guess I’m still a little scared. I was so afraid when that gun was pointed at you, I... I couldn’t breathe. I can never lose you, Y/N,” he rushes out, becoming emotional. 

Your emotions become bottled up as a lump in your throat. You rub your fingers through Topper's hair and plant a kiss on his forehead. His hands glide around your waist to your back, hugging you needly. His head rests against your chest as you cradle it. 

Abruptly, he breaks from you as a thought pops into his mind. “Promises me that if there’s any dangerous situation like that again, you run!" He instructs sternly. "You don’t do anything reckless for my sake!” 

You shake your head frantically, already rejecting his words. “You would’ve done the same thing for me! You basically did!” You justify. 

“I’m seriously Y/N!" Topper stands his ground. Eagerly, he takes removes your hands from his hair and squeezes them in his own. "I could never live with myself if something happened to you! Never again!” 

You want to argue with him on it, claim that if he's going to be protective of you that he must understand that you'll be the same. Yet, nothing escapes you. Instead, you simply nod, not wanting to fight at this moment. 

He nods, satisfied by your compliance. “I love you, you know that right?” 

You nod. “I love you too, Topper." 

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JJ fell into a dark abyss of self-deprecation and destruction after the bonfire. The Pogues all drove back to John B's, but as soon as they got there JJ disappeared as he did the day before. All they can do is wonder where he goes. If they knew that he was at the bar searching for his dad half drunk, they would be stopping a second fight for the day. 

JJ can't help but feel responsible for it all. One minute he has you. You're right there. The next, you're gone, in the arms of Topper of all people. He wants to know if anything from the other night was real for you. Was he just a game to you? You're the Princess of the OBX, you can have anything you want, including JJ if you asked. Is that what happened? You wanted him for a night and then got bored and went back to your fellow Kook. He wishes he hadn't let you down. He wishes you were here. He wishes that he could hold you again and feel you in his arms. Waking up next to you was the best moment in his life and he fears he'll never feel that sort of peace again. 

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You Topper spend the night at his house, too afraid to be apart. Late into the night, Topper struggles to fall asleep as he holds you. Your back is pressed to his chest as his hands rest against you underneath his shirt you're wearing. Every time he tries to close his eyes, he envisions what could've happened tonight. You could've been shot. Topper could never live with himself if anything happened to you. Moving slowly to not wake you, he rolls onto his back and reaches toward the nightstand for his phone. He begins to scroll through social media and text messages, responding in the group chat between you, Kelce, Rafe, and himself. You've all agreed to go to lunch tomorrow at the Club with some other Kooks from the bonfire. 

You stir next to Topper, making the boy pause for a second. When you roll over still asleep and curl into him, a wave of relief rushes over Topper. 

“Go back to sleep,” you yawn. 

Topper jumps at the sudden sound of your voice. “Shit... sorry Beautiful, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“I’ve been awake. I could feel you overthinking," you whisper, scooting closer into his side. 

“You could feel me thinking?” He repeats with a hint of confusion.

You hum, as it makes perfect sense to you. You hear the sound of Topper pushing his phone back onto the side table. He rests his now free hand over your arm that lays across him. After a couple of minutes, you can still feel the tension radiating from him. 

“I’m okay, Topper,” you tell him to ease his nerves. 

“I know, I can’t just help but review the course of events in my head. What if he didn’t hesitate? What if his hand slipped? What if-“ 

“Enough!” You fly up to prop yourself up on your elbow. You stare down at the worried boy with sympathy. "You’re okay! I’m okay! What’s done is done and all we can do is be safe from now on. We’re safe!” You reach up and comb your fingers through the side of his hair. “Okay? It’s just you and me here.” 

Impulsively, Topper extends his neck and slams his lips to yours. You sit stunned as the kiss rides out its course. You and Topper go months without anything intimate and within two days, he's kissed you twice, breaking every ruled you two have made. When you don't react, Topper breaks from you with a startled expression, as if he wasn't comprehending his actions. 

“Y/N, I'm sorry! I-“ 

Before Topper can finish his sentence, you press your lips to his hungrily. You're not sure why, but you need him. Topper is your kryptonite, the bittersweet reality in your life. Forgetting his regret, Topper immediately sits up, resting against his headboard. You take the opportunity to straddle his torso and he keeps you steady with his hands on your hips. It's been ages since you've made out, but it's like riding a bike for you two. You know what each other likes and what gets the other going. 

"I've missed you so much," Topper whispers against your jawline as he moves down to leave marks on your neck. He aggressively attacks your sensitive skin where evidence of JJ remains. Deep down in the back of your mind, you know Topper is parking his territory for JJ to see later. Your skin has become a battleground for the two. "I've missed this." 

"Me too," you pant, silently wondering if you truly mean it in the same sense as him. 

Though you chose to kiss Topper back and want to, you can’t understand why JJ’s face enters your mind the moment you do. As you deepen the kiss with Topper, you chase the sensation he’s giving you. You're addicted to the way he makes you feel, it's familiar and reminds you of a time when you were carefree. Yet, your thoughts remain fixated on JJ. You want Topper, but all you can think about is JJ. 

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[starkerhowlter]

I'm Not Sick

Ship: Starker

Rating: T

Contains: stubborn!Tony, Language, a brief discussion of Flu testing

Initial prompt: "a fluffy sick fic! With someone taking care of the other!"

Words: 1,242

Summary: "I'm not sick, Peter!" "Friday, what's his temp?" "101.2 degrees Fahrenheit." "mhm."

Beta'd by and dedicated to my favorite human in the world ever: @cozysafechaotic. I love you lots, keep being amazing 💕

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Peter knows. He's known from the moment they woke up this morning to right now. From the way that Tony pushed away his gluten-free waffles, to the way he fell asleep at his desk. Tony's sick.

After the fifth cough, Peter sighs, "Tony, you're sick."

"I am not!" He coughs again. "There's just something in my throat, that's all!" He takes another sip of water, "I'm fine, babe!" The younger rolls his eyes but turns back to his work, deciding that the man's an adult and can take care of himself.

That is, until four hours later when the man's head hits the desk. "Shit, Tony!" Peter drops his wrench, jumps over the desk, and rushes to the man's side, "Are you okay?" His heart finally catches up with him, and he begins shaking the man gently.

The man raises his head, looking at Peter with a glare, flailing his hands. "I'm fine. I'm not sick! But Fuck, my head hurts."

"I wouldn't expect it to not, you just hit a stainless steel counter and a piece of titanium. I would expect you to have quite the headache! But you do need to go to bed, you're sick."

"No, I'm not!" Tony exclaims, indignant noise slipping out before he can stop it.

"Hey, FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"What's Tony's temperature?"

"101.2 degrees Fahrenheit. A low-grade fever." The robotic voice replies, "Mr. Stark is also showing symptoms of Influenza Type-A."

"That's what I thought. " Peter crosses his arms matter-of-factly and raises his eyebrow. "Now, do I need to escort you to bed or can you make it there yourself while I make you some soup?"

"I'm not sick!" He complains but rises from the desk. "But I will go to bed because you asked me to."

"Go, then." Peter nods, watching the man disappear into the elevator, and for it to ding before going to the kitchen. He turns on the lights before digging in the pantry and finding a can of Italian Wedding Soup. He quickly pours the soup into a bowl and shoves it into the microwave, quickly pressing the four button. He shoots Stephen a text asking if the man could come over with a few tests, and medicine for the older. The timer goes off before he receives an answer.

Peter knocks lightly, before entering their shared bedroom and pressing a damp cloth to the inventor's forehead. "Glad to see you listened to me. Did you get changed into pajamas?"

"Yep," Tony replies, sitting up in bed.

"I made you soup." Peter passes the boy his bowl, "Be careful, it's hot. Also, Stephen is going to come and do some tests on you and figure out what you have wrong with you."

"I told you I'm not --" The man breaks into coughs before he can finish his sentence. "Fuck. Sick. I'm not sick." He takes a bit of the soup into his spoon, sipping it. "Is this my mama's recipe? Oh, it tastes just like being back in Italy" Tony's voice breaks at the end of the statement, sounding almost childlike.

"It's... It's from a can, babe," he admits, "I wouldn't have been able to make your Mama's recipe in that time. I'm sorry. At least now we know you are sick. A healthy Tony wouldn't accept anything less than real Italian Wedding Soup."

"It's okay. This is perfect." The man tilts his head up, asking silently for a kiss.

"Yeah, not gonna happen, honey. You're sick."

"Am not!"

"Tony, you just ate soup from a can. Yes, you are. And I can't cuddle with you, because I can still get sick."

"Babe, we sleep in the same bed, you probably already have it." He sneezes, causing Peter to chuckle lightly.

"Let's not test that theory, I'm going to go wait for Stephen downstairs, eat your soup and watch some TV, and no. doing. work!"

"This is a punishment!" Tony exclaims, "What else do you expect me to do?! Lay here and wither?"

"Maybe, if it means you'll hush," Peter laughs walking out.

"You're a cold one, Parker," The older shouts as the door clicks shut.

About 30 minutes later, Stephen knocks on the door, mask, and gloves already in place. "Where is he?" He asks Peter.

"He's upstairs, follow me." Peter opens the door wider and leads the doctor up the stairs. "Wait here, I'm gonna make sure he's awake."

"Sure! Just let me know when to come in."

Peter knocks gently, before opening the door, "Hi, honey, Stephen's here to give you your flu test." Tony groans, sitting upright on the edge of the bed. Peter nods and opens the door, allowing the doctor in.

"Hi, Tony!" Stephen tries, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit on fire."

"Alrighty, well hopefully we can get you feeling right as rain again quickly. I'm going to do a flu test on you though, just to confirm Friday's reading that Peter told me she had. I'm going to access your medical file before we begin."

"Okay, whatever just get it over with..." Tony complains, leaning back against Peter.

The two watch as Stephen pulls up Tony's health reports and checks his heart, blood pressure, and does a basic checkup. "Alright, this next part will need Peter's help. Just to ensure you don't punch me."

"Alright, I trust you, Strange." The man nods at Peter, instructing Tony to look up slightly.

"Okay, I need Peter to hold your arms back and stay still or it'll hurt." Tony nods, nervously complying with the instructions. "Ready, Left first." The man takes the long swab and begins the Flu test, before doing the same on the other side. "Alright, Tony, it'll take about five minutes for this to cultivate, and let me know if you have the flu, as FRIDAY suggests. I will be back shortly." Stephen opens a portal, stepping through into the Avenger's health lab, and closing the portal.

"Fuck that was uncomfortable." Tony groans, leaning his head back onto his young boyfriend's shoulder.

"You're so dramatic, but yes. It's usually uncomfortable," Peter chuckles, wrapping his arms around the man's chest instead of biceps. "Why don't you eat more of your soup while we wait."

The inventor nods, picking up the bowl and consuming more of the warm food. Peter presses a kiss to his temple, as they wait patiently for the results.

It feels like forever when Stephen returns to their room, piece of paper in hand. "Well, Tony," he begins, "It's nothing serious, but it is Flu type A, good ol H1N1. Luckily your records say you got vaccinated about two months ago, so you should be just fine. If something starts feeling bad, or your symptoms get unbearable, let me know. Go ahead and take this and you should feel better soon." Stephen hands Peter a box of oseltamivir and the report before walking out.

"Thank you, Stephen!" Peter chirps, shaking his hand and leading him out of the penthouse.

"Now, you need some rest for the next few days while you take your medicine. I will bring you dinner in a few hours." He kisses Tony's forehead, before turning off the lights and leaving the room.

Around two weeks later, Tony's better and back in the lab. The two know no personal space and are working on projects for hours on end. Everything is perfect once again in their little world.

And then Peter sneezes.

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"Victoria's Game III" - Embry Call x Reader

Summary: Part III to "Victoria's Game" a n g s t c i t y Read Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four here

As time went on, the paranoia only grew.

Embry's soothing words were no longer comforting. The constant patrolling of the pack and the Cullens merely brought more fear into me.

The constant protecting didn't make me feel safe, it only reminded me of the impending doom coming my way.

It reminded me of her.

"Please." Embry whispers. His tired, sunken in eyes searching for any sign of life in my own eyes, seemingly devoid of life.

"Embry, I can't help it. If I could, I would. I- I just can't calm down." I argued, looking up into those chocolate brown eyes I fell in love with. "I just can't handle the fact that I'm a target. I even more can't stand that you're all-"

"Don't even say that. Don't think of it like that. We just want you safe, and we'll do anything to do it." He interrupts, his eyes piercing mine further.

"I just feel so guilty." I whisper, slightly shaking my head.

"Please, don't... If anything- it's me who needs to feel the guilt."

"Why would you feel any ounce of guilt? You're torturing yourself to protect me." I shake my head in confusion.

"I'm the reason she's after you." His voice was full of disgust as he once again blamed himself. "I didn't want you brought into this world, and here you are. A leech trying to... to take you from me as some form of sick revenge. I didn't want this for you."

"Em..." I murmur, not able to say much as I found my mouth hanging agape; watching his face contort in regret as his eyes squeezed shut. "This is not your fault, you didn't ask for any of this."

"I just wish I could keep you safe."

"You do keep me safe."

"If you were safe, we wouldn't have to be doing this right now. She wouldn't be able to get you if you were safe." His eyes grew cloudy, tears threatening to spill.

I couldn't shake the pained look on his face from my mind. Flashbacks of last night's conversation echoed through the walls of my skull.

I look over at the clock, listening to the agonizing tick tock noise it made every second. My shift would end in five minutes and I'd once again be met with Embry, Jake, and Quil waiting for me in the truck to be driven home.

Embry has barely left my side, unless he has to patrol. However, patrol usually happened outside of my house. I understood where he was coming from, I just knew he was absolutely exhausted.

In-fact, I knew they all were exhausted. I appreciated everything they did, more than I could put into words.

I noticed as Embry walked into the entrance of the office I worked in, his kind eyes searching for me sitting at my desk. I grabbed my bag and walked over to him.

I felt his feverish lips press a soft kiss to the top of my head as we waved goodbye to my coworkers.

I insisted we stopped at McDonald's to get food for the boys, as they had a shift ahead of them. Jake and Quil would be patrolling until tonight, where Embry and Paul would take over. Until then, Embry would be in my bed with me relaxing.

I bought the food for the three men with never-ending pits for stomachs. Watching them eat and joke with each other brought a smile to my face. Though, I couldn't eat myself, the anxious thoughts stripping me of my appetite.

Finally getting back to my house, I once again thanked Quil and Jacob for their help before leading Embry inside.

In my constant state of fear, I found myself extra cold. Thankfully, space heater Embry was great at keeping me warm.

His large hands stroked my hair as we laid in my bed, bringing me to a slumber-like state. I felt my eyelids growing tired. I was fighting the urge to fall asleep, though his soft whispers lulled me to sleep.

"Please baby, get some sleep." Soft, feverish lips pressed themselves to my temple as those same hands held me close.

I woke up with a jolt, as did Embry. We heard snarling and barking coming from outside my bedroom window.

Embry sprung up out of my bed before I was even able to realize what was going on.

"I'll be back." He rushes, opening my window and jumping out.

I followed him, looking at what was my biggest nightmare coming to life.

I watched as Quil laid on the ground whimpering, seemingly lifeless as two vampires stood over him. As Jacob was trying to buck off two that were holding onto him.

I watched as Embry hit the ground with a thud. I watched as he phased to only be rushed by more. There were so many, yet I couldn't find her.

Jacob and Embry struggled as howls echoed in the distance. I watched helplessly from my window as these monsters attacked them. The other two joining in to take them down.

Jacob was then crushed on his sides, falling to the ground with a whimper as they moved over to join those attacking Embry.

Embry's whimper rang out, sending shivers down my spine. I was speechless from witnessing Jacob and Quil, I felt the air completely leave my lungs as one wrapped their arms around Embry's neck.

I watched in horror as he fell to the ground, his jaw falling slack.

I stood there, unable to move as I wondered how any of this was real.

Where were the Cullens? The rest of the pack? They should've picked up on the scent and should've been here to stop this already.

This couldn't be real.

It was then that it dawned on me.

Where was Victoria? Why wasn't she here?

I watched in horror as the fiery red hair appeared from the treeline, staring up at me with a crooked smile.

Before I knew it, she was up at my window. Her blood red eyes boring into mine.

"Hello." She taunts with a small smile as I feel my chest getting ready to burst.

[mianavs]

the re-education

Falling in Stockholm part 5 (finale)

a/n: thank you for all of the likes and reblogs! a sequel will be written in the future with another major character that i hinted at in the beginning~ hope you guys enjoy this final part :)

tw: non-con, somnophilia, smut, torture, mind break

wc: 2.3k

Falling in Stockholm  

You were at an onsen.

The hot water surrounding your naked form relaxed your fatigued muscles and enveloped you in pleasure. The longer you soaked in the steaming outdoor bath, the warmer your cheeks became and the dizzier you felt. Leaning back against the rock wall, you closed your eyes as a jet of water rose up and surged between your upper thighs drawing a low moan from you. Released of all your tension, your mind fogged up and eyelids grew heavy as your body began to nod off.

Hard grips on your thighs and a painful intrusion in your cunt woke you up to your horrific reality. Your limbs were still restrained by leather straps and tied to the four corners of the bed. The blindfold was still secured over your eyes and served to distort your sense of reality. Cool air still tickled your naked body that remained splayed open as the initial dull pain between your legs dissipated. Your captor’s ministrations on your sex while you slept made it easier for him to slip in and out of your slickened cunt.

Dabi’s disembodied grunts stopped when you started to struggle against his hold on your thighs.

“I knew this was the best way to wake you up.” He laughed still rutting into you like an animal in heat.

“Sick bastard!”

At your insult, Dabi slammed his length painfully into your abused hole. Each thrust hit your cervix without fail until you were whimpering in pain from the roughness with which he fucked you.

“H-hurts. It hurts! Agh-”

Dabi’s deformed hand gripped your throat depleting your lungs of air. Soon, your body began to spasm and choked gasps escaped your mouth as you desperately writhed underneath his iron grip.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” Dabi chuckled but continued pounding into your messy cunt. “You tighten up when you can’t breathe.”

Dabi’s cruel laugh faded away as the lack of oxygen messed with your head. Specks of white dotted your darkened vision while your body tensed painfully as the remnants of your will to fight were squeezed out you. It was all too much and you eventually stopped resisting. Barely holding on to your consciousness, one final groan and hot spurts of semen into your womb preceded the release of your throat. Wheezing and coughing for air, you never appreciated the feeling of Dabi’s cum oozing out of your cunt more than you did in that moment.

The weight on top of you shifted and the bed creaked as Dabi got off and walked away. The hum of the bathroom light followed by the sound of running water served to calm you down while your breathing evened out. The longer the blindfold stayed on, the easier it was for your mind to wander until you eventually succumbed to sleep.

You were drowning.

Cold water splashed your face and you woke up gasping and coughing on a soaked bed. The clanking noise of metal bouncing on concrete made you jump in surprise. Your ears then started to ring and your drumming heart rose to your throat clogging your windpipe until you couldn’t breathe. The panic attack wreaked havoc on your mind and body and you tugged at your restraints and screamed like a wild animal. The sound of Dabi’s footsteps stopped your hoarse screams and overwhelming terror stiffened every muscle until you lay absolutely rigid.

“Shhh…it’s time for your re-education,” Dabi’s hand hovered over your cheek but you recoiled from his touch. A sound of displeasure left his lips before his hand connected with your face and a harsh crack echoed in your ears.

“Who are you?”

Dabi’s question was met with your silence. You didn’t know what answer he wanted and believed remaining silent was your best bet. There was a deafening silence before a disembodied sigh came from Dabi that was then followed by the crack of a whip.

“AGH!-”

“Who are you?” The question was the same but you made sure to answer this time.

“Y/N!” You cried out not knowing what else to say but hoped it would stop the torture.

Dabi brought the whip down on your right leg this time and tears burned your eyes. The excruciating pain from the whip was similar to the one his quirk inflicted and that, along with your already weakened state, crumbled away at your cracked sanity.

“H/N!”

“L/N!”

“FUCK!”

“HELP-“

No matter what you said, the crack of the whip remained constant. To your horror, Dabi started hitting the same spots ripping open old wounds or making fresh ones on the expanse of your skin. In your delirious state, you weren’t sure if the warm dampness on your skin was leftover water, sweat, or blood.

“…d-don’t…know,” you mumbled, trembling violently. “W-who…am I?”

The sound of the whip made you flinch instinctively, only this time it hit the ground instead. You waited for Dabi to make a sound, a movement, but he remained still while you waited for the pain to come.

“Mine,” that rough voice replied. “You’re mine.”

Suddenly, hands clasped your cheeks and you gasped in response. His warm breath drew closer to your face and you braced yourself for another rough kiss only to feel it travel to your ear.

“Years ago, I was a lost child until the Mayor saved me—just like you. He trained me separately but told me everything about you. Your quirk, your personality, your strengths, your weaknesses, but most importantly he told me about our future. He wanted us to work together—to be together—and take down hero society.”

“M-mayor?” Cohesive thoughts were beyond the capabilities of your fractured mind. That one word was the only thing you could get out.

“Mhmm,” Dabi purred into your ear. “He trained me just like he trained you. We were going to meet soon but those heroes had to go and ruin everything. They killed the Mayor and took you away from me.”

Memories of the Mayor’s death flooded your mind. The stand-off between him and a faceless hero. You, jumping in between them to shield the Mayor like he’d train you to do. Exhausting your quirk and being thrown out of the way. And finally, the life leaving the Mayor’s eyes as you crawled to his body with tears streaming down your face.

You couldn’t reject your memories any longer. The Mayor had been like a father to you and his death had hurt you as much as your parent’s death did. The heroes had to pry you away from his corpse and even then, you fought against them tooth and nail. The only way they managed to control you was with tranquilizers and quirk inhibitors. For a couple of months, your new reality consisted of hospital visits, interrogations, and drugs until the HPSC molded you into an obedient child that they could ship off to an orphanage.

“I t-tried but…heroes…too strong.”

“I know, I know.” Dabi reassured you by pressing his lips to your temple; this time you didn’t pull away. “Do you understand now? I’m making things right again. I’m trying to help you, Y/N. The heroes messed with your head but I’m gonna make it better—just like the Mayor.”

“H-hurt?” You whimpered after Dabi’s warmth disappeared.

“The faster you let go of your hero identity, the less it’ll hurt.”

Your re-education continued with Dabi posing questions and you answering them honestly. Dabi could tell when you were lying and would punish you accordingly.

“You know better than to lie to me, Y/N.”

The punishments Dabi inflicted were less harsh after your conversation. It was like Dabi knew you were trying to fix your tainted mindset and rewarded you by not hurting you so much. In turn, you stopped seeing Dabi as a villain and saw him more like a mentor. He was going through these great lengths to help you and you accepted each burn, slap, punch, cut, and bruise with gratitude.

Each session ended with a kiss to your forehead and sweet words of praise that made your heart soar with pride. Dabi always cleaned you up after each session. He released you from your restraints, cleaned and disinfected your wounds, gave you a bath every now and then, and made sure to feed you and give you water before lying you on the bed. You usually fell asleep before he tied you back up but even when you didn’t, you never fought him on it. After all, everything Dabi did was for your own good.

Then, just when your mind was almost completely fixed, you woke up to a deafening silence that seemed to last forever. You realized Dabi wasn’t in the room nor in the premises and you grew anxious. The longer he was gone, the darker your thoughts became regarding what had happened to him. A particularly terrifying thought that came to mind incited a full-blown panic attack that left you sweaty shaky mess.

What if the heroes got him?

What if they find me and ruin me again?

What if they killed him?

No No No No!

You needed Dabi. He couldn’t just leave you like that. He promised to make things better. He promised to fix you. You couldn’t live without him; you were his. You lay on the bed with tears soaking your blindfold until poisonous thoughts flooded your mind and contorted your fear into rage.

It’s the heroes’ fault.

Those bastards will pay if they hurt him.

I’ll kill them all

Your mind and body eventually tired themselves out and you fell into a deep sleep. With your mind altered to what it had once been, you dreamt of the Mayor. He looked the same as he’d been when he’d died while you were your current age. He wore a proud smile on his normally hard-set face as he looked at you. Suddenly, his eyes shifted and you felt a presence next to you. Turning, you saw Dabi standing next to you. He looked down at you with a smirk before possessively wrapping his arm around you and bringing you to his chest. You closed your eyes and melted into him, inhaling his signature scent of musk and smoke. Looking back to the Mayor, his smile had grown seeing you and Dabi together and approached the two of you. Basking in the warm feeling of being in Dabi’s arms and having the Mayor’s approval, you closed your eyes and hoped the dream would never end.

The rattling of the door woke you up in an instant. Your entire body tensed as you waited for the door to open and the sound of footsteps to inform you who it was. You’d burned the sound of Dabi’s footsteps into your memory ever since he’d taken away your sight.

When the door swung open and the familiar lazy shuffle of Dabi’s feet reached your ears, you broke out in tears of relief. Your cries seemed to shock the man who stopped moving for a while before rushing to your side.

“W-where w-were…you?! I-I was…w-worried!” Your body shook as sobs tore through you.

Dabi remained silent but you heard him take a step forward and before you knew it, his hands hovered over your ankles and undid your restraints before working on the ones around your wrists. When your hands were finally free, you ripped off the soaked material over your eyes only to be blinded by the harsh florescent lights of the room. As soon as your eyes adjusted, you were able to make out Dabi’s face.

After not being able to see him in what seemed like forever, you were overcome with emotion as your eyes hungrily took in his face. He looked tired and worn out but, other than that, perfectly imperfect. The disfigured face that once made you sick, now made your heart race.

With tears of joy, you threw your weak arms around his neck and clung to him, burying your face in his neck.

“Please! D-don’t…leave a-again”

His arms wrapped around your waist and held you up. “I’m sorry.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as heat pooled into your core the longer Dabi’s hands were splayed on your bare skin. It felt like an eternity since he’d held you so intimately and you craved more. Taking matters into your own hands, you trailed your mouth up his marred neck to his face leaving a path of kisses in your wake.

“I…missed you,” you admitted to his astonishment before you crashed your lips onto his deformed ones.

You took the initiative, tasting his mouth and relishing in the warmth of his wet tongue. Your fingers dug into his messy hair and used it as leverage to pull him closer, deepening your kiss. The trance Dabi was in broke when you began tugging on his hair and he took over the kiss, leaving you breathless and aroused.

Soon, a familiar ache in your sex had you grinding against Dabi’s jeaned thigh for some much-needed friction. Noticing your intentions, Dabi smirked against your mouth before resting his knee on the bed and allowing you to straddle his thigh. As you continued to desperately rub your clit on the rough material, he kissed and sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck that drew soft whimpers from your bruised lips. Your slick dribbled out of your cunt and covered Dabi’s leg but you didn’t let that stop you from chasing your orgasm.

A strangled cry and your creamy cum coating Dabi’s jeans signaled your release. Exhausted from your exertions, you collapsed against Dabi completely spent. He held you up as he maneuvered himself to sit on the bed before setting you down on his lap and wrapping his arms around you. Snuggling against his chest, you could hear his rapid heartbeat that matched your own and it was all you needed to admit out loud the realization you’d come to.

“I…love you, Dabi.” You murmured, desperately clutching his shirt as if that would stop him from ever leaving you again. “Please…stay with me.”

“Always.” Dabi replied tightening his hold on you as if that would keep you by his side forever.