a soft place to land

A companion to this piece by @belligerentbagel. A few years after their travels with the Mighty Nein, Caleb and Jester reunite for the summer and kinda sorta fall in love all over again.

Caleb Widogast never used to sleep easy. The downside of a keen memory was the way it came back to bite you in your dreams, the way it teased you with stained-glass fragments of the past (as beautiful as they were sharp, and more than capable of drawing blood).

There are nights when he still wakes up in a cold sweat, caught up in a memory of fire or blood or ash. He still puts the silver thread up around the bedroom out of force of habit.

But these days, more often then not, he sleeps through the night and wakes with the rising sun. For there is a cottage in a glen and it is his (for the summers at least) and it is a home for his heart and his friends (the two are one and the same). There is a bed, comfortable as any he's ever known and big enough for two.

And she is here, still asleep in the early morning light and curled up in her silky pink pajamas with a body pillow in the likeness of an oversized Frumpkin. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, filled with a gentle stillness that an awake Jester rarely has the patience for. She is here and she is so beautiful and also she is drooling on the pillow a little bit but she is beautiful anyway.

It was not so long ago that Jester had Sent him a message, telling him that she and Fjord had decided they needed a break, and could she stay with him for the summer while she figured things out, and also how was Essek and teaching—as the spell’s limitations cut Jester’s message short, Caleb observed that it was sort of nice to see she hadn’t changed one bit. Jester was still as Jester as ever.

And Essek is indeed around when he can be, but for now they too are on a break. He is a satellite that comes into Caleb’s orbit tracing eccentric trajectories through their shared space and time, pulling on the threads of their mutual attraction. It is still dangerous for him to remain in one place for too long, but the now former Shadowhand is clever and canny, and one day he may come to stay for good.

But for now, Jester is here and Essek is not. And summer has unfurled its warmth over the Marrow Valley. Strawberries have come and gone. Apples are growing ripe on the branch and the kitchen is filled with the smells of baked goods and stews and roasts in the evenings. They eat well. They spend afternoons at the market or reading in the shade of the apple tree that stands in the meadow. Caleb has learned to harness train a handful of his cats (with some helpful tips from Oremid Hass and the assistance of many, many treats), and so they take the cats for walks when the weather is nice and the cats are in a good mood.

It’s not hard for Caleb to turn some spare workshop space into a makeshift studio, so there is room for Jester to sketch and paint to her heart’s content—though one of the cats, Klaus, insists on being held while she paints, and so Jester has had to learn to paint with a cat in one arm. The paintings still turn out pretty good anyway.

Caleb asks Jester about her old friend Artagan (last she heard, he was off messing with some newly discovered plane of clockwork robots) and in turn Jester asks him about his colleagues at the academy (the Conjuration faculty are nice enough, but Professor Ostoroth in Abjuration is an insufferable bureaucrat, and not even a particularly competent one).

In time, Jester tells Caleb about Fjord and their time at sea. She tells him about sailing on the Nein Heroez, and how the exciting bits were usually separated by days or even weeks of nothing but open sea. In the evenings she sings him the shanties she’d learned from the other sailors to pass the time, including the bawdy ones. Especially the bawdy ones.

Jester tells him of traveling so far that she saw constellations she’d never seen before, twinkling jewels set into the darkest night skies in all of Exandria. On clear nights, Orly would lend her a spyglass and teach her their names—there was the Wyvern and the Manticore and the Great Owlbear and the Gelatinous Cube (though privately she thought this last one, an approximately rhombus-shaped bunch of stars, was kind of a cop-out by someone who’d probably gotten sick of naming constellations).

She shares stories of the many times that she and Fjord talked their way out of sticky situations, and more than a few where they had to fight their way through. “Fjord was always trying to protect me,” she concludes. “And he’s a really sweet guy for that. But… I don’t need protecting, you know?” And gods, does Caleb know it. He has always known it. Sapphires may sparkle, but they are tougher than they look.

In the years since their adventures with the Mighty Nein, Caleb has continued to change (as befits a Transmutation wizard, after all). There are the beginnings of smile lines around his eyes that never were there before. It is getting easier for him to let himself be loved, to accept that others will know him (even the parts he would rather stayed hidden) and they will love him anyway. 

And through their conversations, Caleb has come to see that Jester has in fact changed too. She is less afraid to let the mask fall, to be more than the avatar of joy and chaos that others expect her to be. She is more sure of herself, of what (and who) she wants. And so when Jester tells him on a sunny afternoon that she might have more than just friendly platonic feelings for him, Caleb doesn’t immediately withdraw or try to hide away. Of the two of them, she has always been the brave one. But he is learning to be brave too.

And now she is here, sleeping beside him. She is here and she is as real as anything he has ever known and he loves her, plain and simple.

The new term at Soltryce will begin soon, and Caleb will have classes to prepare. There are students' names to memorize and lectures to write and new pedagogies to test and he really does look forward to it, even if it means that this respite will soon come to an end. But not quite yet.

Jester rolls over and her eyes flutter open. "Hey, Caleb." Her morning voice is still low and crackly and not quite warmed up yet.

“Ah, good morning. You slept well?”

“Really well,” says Jester, giving the plush Frumpkin a scritch. She yawns and stretches, catlike herself. “So, what are we gonna do today?”

Caleb thinks for a bit, tries to quiet the voice in his head that counts the days until summer’s end. “I do have Teleport prepared today. We could go anywhere you like. I could take you home for a bit, if you want.”

She looks at him with those shining violet eyes, places a hand softly on his arm, and simply says, “I’m already home.”

Caleb reaches over to muss her hair, carefully avoiding the horns (he has learned firsthand just how sensitive they are). “That is a lovely sentiment, though it does not help us decide what to do with the rest of the day.”

Jester pouts. “Caleb. I was just trying to say something cute, okay? Don’t ruin—mmph,” she says, as he leans over and interrupts her indignation with a kiss on the lips.

“It was very cute,” he says teasingly as they break away. “You are very cute. Let’s start with breakfast, ja?”

“Ja, bitte,” replies Jester. “…did I say it right?”

<Your pronunciation was flawless, darling,> says Caleb in Zemnian as he gets out of bed and puts on his slippers.

“Wait, Caleb! What does that mean? Caleb?”

“I’m afraid you will just have to catch me to find out,” says Caleb, starting to walk towards the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye he spies her subtly preparing to cast Hold Person, and turns to brush it away with a swift Counterspell.

“If you wanted to Hold Person so badly,” he remarks wryly to a blushing Jester, “you could have just asked,” and he climbs back into bed to wrap her up in a warm and cozy embrace.

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Harry smiled as he stroked James’s hair. 

“You beautiful man,” he told him so quietly. “Do you have any idea how wonderful it is to love you?”

His unbelievably exquisite, cherished green eyes opened to slits, then directed his heavy-lidded gaze up to his partner. “I can hazard a guess.”

Harry smirked and ruffled his hair. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. I actually woke up a little while ago.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Just wanted to cuddle?”

“Yeah.”

He fixed the golden mop of hair. “You’re cute. I guess.” James grunted and tucked his head in to the crevice of Harry’s side and the blanket. 

A moment later they both got a little surprise. Harry placed his hand on his girth and James’s head rose from its would-be resting place, transfixed on his husband’s large belly. 

“It kicked.”

“Yeah, I know. It kicked me in the head.” He glanced at Harry when he laughed. 

“Aw, they were just saying h— oh. Feisty today. — hey!”

James settled his hand on the last place the tiny foot had complained. To his delight, his palm was met by another jab; he rubbed the spot with utmost affection. “Hi, little one.”

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:3c!!!!!!

ok and now for some diversity: fnaf security breach ft. my own designs for Moon :)

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YEAH CAN I GET A UHHHHHHHHH HOLIDAY BARBIE // SRY BARBIE MACHINE BROKE // FUCK U MONTY (<- literally what it's called in Notes lmao)

“For the second time, I’ll give you the watch if—“

“For the second time, what?! C’mon, Moonman! I can’t hear ya; either get closer, or speak up.”

“I can’t turn up my volume, Gator - I’m at max. You need your hearing sensitivity fixed.”

“Then lower your line a little more, I can’t make hide or hair. We gotta do this every time?”

“You heard me say that, so what’s the problem?”

“I heard half of it, which was enough to know what you were yappin’ about. We have this talk all the time, we might as well have it prerecorded!”

“Feh. If you promise not to grab or yank me, I’ll get closer.”

“When have I ever yanked you?”

“Oh, you’re going to play innocent, now, are you? You want footage, Monty? I’ve got f—“

“Wouldja get down here so we can have a normal conversation? For once??”

“.. fine. Prima donna..”

The robotic alligator standing on the floor watched elegance donned in purple climb the strong curtains to the top. Soon after, the spidery mass of fabric and glow came easing, belly-down in its red silk sling again, lower and lower until their faces were inches from each other. Monty snorted a cold burst of dense, hydraulic hair through his immobile metal nostrils directly into his colleague’s sculpted plate and drape of his regal, violet hood. 

“Hi.”

“Hi. Is this better for you, my liege?”

“It’ll do, jester. Now, what were you sayin’ about a watch?”

“I’ve got a ‘63 Rolex with your name on it if you can give me the Holiday Barbie you found the other day.”

His mechanical mug seemed to frown. “What Holiday Barbie?”

The partially obscured, crescent-moon face didn’t move, but the droop of a charcoal grey eyelid over the purple galaxy swirl the robot had for an eye made his displeasure known. “You twit. What did you do with the Holiday Barbie?”

“What Holiday Barbie?!” Monty asked again, spreading his arms. “Barbies are Barbies, Moonman! They all look the same to me.”

The light-projected eye rolled in its LED screen socket. “She had on a burgundy and gold dress, bore red hair, and wore candy cane stockings,” Moony described, impatiently. “She’s the Holiday Barbie from four years ago. Do you still have her?”

Monty thoughtfully perched his bulky, taloned fingers on his stout jaw. “Hrm, she rings a bell.. Iiiiii dunno, though. Lemme see the watch, first - maybe it’ll help me remember if I still got ‘er.”

The hanging animatronic’s slim, dark-lit arms folded in the air beneath his chest. “Work with me, Monty.”

“You don’t even have the watch on ya, do ya?”

“You don’t have the Barbie on you, do you? No - you don’t. We’re working on honor right now.”

“Eeeehh..” Monty grumbled, sneaking a look over his shoulder to check for his wandering band members. Coast was still clear. He peered sidelong at the Daycare Attendant past the gold-rimmed frame of his star-shaped sunglasses. “What condition is it in?”

“Upper scale of ‘great’; seemed whoever had it, took good care of it.”

“Does it work?”

It was incredible how a partially-obscured, immobile face and one color-swirled eye could call him stupid, but that’s what it did - and it did it VERY loudly. “Yes, Monty,” replied the patronizing whisper of the Plex’s nap time overseer. “It works great.”

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and last but not least (sorry idk how to follow directions)....... whatever the fuck this is (actually i know whatever the fuck it is but do NOT--)

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He enjoyed the walk quite immensely. It was refreshing; better yet, no one seemed to be about. All the better! When he arrived to the cafe, the atmosphere was quaint and sleepy, and his coffee was retrieved quick. Dobie found himself a wonderful spot beneath a tree, half in the sun, with its shade being ideal for the passing hours. Placing his book and coffee down on the little wrought iron table, Dobie scraped the matching chair over, sat down, and propped his feet up on the table’s ornate iron rungs. Crossing his ankles and snuggling in, he then plucked the pen from its nest in his hair, opened his book, and thumbed to the page awaiting his genius. 

The coffee steamed. Its aromatic vapors danced and swayed chiffon ribbons in the weather like fog rising off a black lake in the white ceramic mug, gradually cooling to a temperature his tongue could handle. 

Everything was great. 

He got down to work. 

“Heya, Dobie!”

The old man blinked, then squinted up at the newcomer that hadn’t been invited. A white wolf, senior in age (with possibly an upwards of eight years on the lifespan of his own), stood at the other side of the table, beaming bright. Dobie frowned. 

Oh, great. Dobie groaned a low ‘ooohhhmm’ under his breath, and glanced at his coffee. He’d forgotten all about it until now. Since he was interrupted from The Zone anyway, he picked it up and took a sip. It was lukewarm, but Dobie didn’t mind; he was a fan of coffee, whether the drink be hot or cooled. He gulped, and sighed.

“Hi, Frank.”

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Can’t Sleep: [4] … [6]

Not too long later, Gaius Grieves revealed himself. Your little trio watched as Robert discreetly put a gun to his back and started talking. You weren't close enough to decipher what he said. Once he started moving your team got the cue to follow. However, everyone stopped in their tracks once soldiers were spotted.

"I thought Milton was supposed to be our lookout," you muttered as the soldiers started speaking Spanish to the patrons in the club.

As the soldiers got more aggressive in their search for Americans, Robert turned to Cleo.

"All right," Robert motioned to Grieves. "Take him out through the back, all right? Find my coordinates in the pad and meet me in half an hour," he ordered while handing Abner a gun.

"What?"

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, but-"

"Go."

Cleo hesitated before grabbing Grieves.

"Let's go."

As you were leading your small group to the back entrance, you heard Robert yell out, "Hey, calm down! There's no need to disturb everyone's night."

You could faintly hear Flag speak up as you found a door marked Solo Empleados.

"This way."

Unfortunately the door you opened was the dressing room for the dancers. You heard Abner say, "Oh, God," before a stumbling sound and a gun being handled. You briefly looked back to see Abner holding Grieves at gun pointing and ordering him to "Move it!"

Damn. That was a little hot.

Pushing your way through the dancers and out the door, you let out a small gasp at the soldier standing in front of you. Cleo, ever the quick thinker, used her device to have a rat crawl down his throat.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side."

You eventually made your way outside in an alley. Milton jogged over once he caught sight of you four.

"Your equipment manipulates animal behavior, clever," Grieves spoke out. "I'm working on something similar with humans."

"Be quiet, please."

"You are perceivably panicked. I'm guessing that you are not the alphas of this battalion."

"Do you want a dozen angry rodents crawling up your ass?" Cleo snapped.

"My answer might not be what you expect."

"Disgusting," you commented as Abner ushered Grieves to move.

You quickly made your way into the van. Milton took the driver's seat, Abner sat in the middle across from Grieves who still had a gun pointed at him, and you and Cleo took a seat in the back by Nanaue.

"Hello, friends!"

"Hi, yes, hello to you too, Nanaue," you said before pointing at Grieves. "Nom nom this man if I give the word."

"Okay!"

Cleo rummaged through DuBois bag before handing you the coordinate pad he spoke of earlier. Was that a picture of his daughter you saw? You couldn't get a good look since Cleo zipped up the bag. Coordinates in hand, you made your way back up the front to give Milton directions.

"Oh ho ho, what's this?" Grieves smuggly declared. You were too busy paying attention to the road to hear him.

"What's what?"

"I saw that little look you gave to your teammate."

"There was no look," Abner denied.

"Ah, but there was. How are you going to pretend you weren't just looking at their ass as they passed? You seem to have a school boy crush."

"Abner has a crush?" Cleo entered the conversation.

"No!"

Grieves laughed before answering Cleo. "You seem to have forgotten that I study people for a living, and I am very good at my job."

"Pet pet and Polky?" Nanaue piped up from the back.

"No! No Pet pet and Polky," Abner said with exasperation. However, upon looking at you and seeing how captivating you looked under the flashing lights of the street lamps, he followed it up with defeated, "Okay, maybe Pet pet and Polky."

"Dios mío!" Cleo exclaimed before she was hurriedly shushed. They both looked over to see if you heard.

"Okay, now take a right onto this street."

You did not.

"I'm happy for you, Abner."

"You seem to have forgotten you are on a mission. This isn't some little girl's slumber party."

Cleo slapped Grieves over the back of the head as Abner seemed to remember that he had a gun in his hand.

"Be quiet."

"Is- is that them?"

The team all looked at you as they looked out the window. Following your gaze, it landed on an upside down armored vehicle in a ditch.

"Of course it is, who else would be dumb enough," you sighed.

Milton slowly approached the area and parked the van. As soon as it stopped you jumped out to see if they were still there. Turns out you didn't have to wait long; the back door unlocked to reveal your three teammates scuffed but otherwise unharmed.

You wouldn't admit it but you felt relieved.

"All right," Robert grunted. "Let's go to Jotunheim."

"Nope. There's somethin' we gotta take care of first."

"What?"

Rick sighed out, "As much as it pains me to say, we gotta get Harley Quinn."

"Harley who?"

"Quinn. She was on Team 1 with me. Now that I know where she is, we gotta go get her."

"Fuck no."

"Come on, man." They made their way back into the van after you. "She's a valuable asset."

"I said no."

"Don't make me get Waller into this."

Robert thought for a moment. "Fuck, fine, alright. We'll go get 'er."

Everyone eventually got seated. This time you actually sat in a seat since you weren't planning on taking an impromptu nap—although that did sound nice. Flag filled Milton out on the details and directed him on where to go as you all got cozy. Robert and Chris were going at it again, Cleo was asleep, Nanaue was trying to get you to sit in his lap, and Abner was watching in amusement.

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"Pet pet?"

"No, Nanaue."

Nanaue put on his best pout, "Please?"

You should not have turned around to look at him. Sighing, you stood up and made your way over to him.

"Hahaha!" He sounded like a giddy kid in a candy store. He gently picked you up and placed you on his lap. Immediately he started petting you again and hummed. Your legs were cramped and you felt like you were about to fall off his lap. Without saying anything, you sprawled your legs across Abner's lap. He just looked at you with a smile before adjusting himself to accommodate you. Resting his arms over your legs, he continued looking out the window.

"How fascinating."

"Hmm?" You looked at Grieves.

"You don't happen to also control animal behavior, do you?"

"Why would I tell you that?"

"Fair."

You heard a loud sigh from Chris. "Is this going to become a regular occurance?"

"What, you jealous? I'm calling it now, if we have another night during this mission I'm using him as my cuddle buddy."

"Whatever."

Although you said you wouldn't, you were almost asleep before Robert made the call for everyone to gear up. While everyone was rushing to get their gear on, you just yawned and leaned over to handcuff Grieves to a seat before making yourself at home on Nanaue again. You weren't exactly trained to fight with weapons, although you did grab a nearby combat knife to carry.

"You gotta be kiddin' me. You're gonna risk the entire mission for a mental defective dressed as a court jester."

"This is coming from a guy that wears a toilet seat on his head."

"We don't leave our own behind," Rick reminded.

"You're okay with this?"

"No, but I've been around Flag when he's got a rag in his mouth. Best not to tug it."

"Motherfucker!"

Just as everyone seemed almost ready, you hopped off Nanaue and gently nudged Cleo.

"Come on, gotta wake up."

"All right, let's go."

Everyone—besides Grieves—exited the vehicle before Flag announced his plan.

"All right, we'll enter through the third floor, go to the inner staircase, and then down to the cellar where they usually keep their detainees. Hopefully, Harley's still alive."

Still butthurt about what Robert said, Chris stubbornly muttered, "It's not a toilet seat, it's a beacon of freedom!"

Everyone got into position; Peacemaker somehow scaled a building to get a vantage point, Abner was down the street looking for traffic, Rick and Robert were beside one of the walls ready to climb to the third floor, you turned into a bird (much to the amazement of your team) so you could quickly enter the window Robert would open, and Nanaue—who forgot you turned into a bird—stared at you.

"Ratatouille, what do you got?"

"Third floor hallway's clear. Abner?"

"There doesn't seem to be any incoming traffic."

"Bird."

"Nanaue, that's Mimic you meathead- and stay off the comm!"

"Colonel, I got a clean shot on the only one in the office. Just give the word."

"Fire on three, two..."

"What're you guys doing?"

Rick looked at Harley, then DuBois, then back to Harley. "I... you- we're here to save you."

"You were gonna... save me?" Harley visibly looked touched.

"It was a really good plan, too."

"Well I can go back inside and you can still do it."

"That's patronizing," Bloodsport commented.

You saw Harley drag a big stick thing over to Flag and hug him.

"Uh, what's with the javelin?"

"I'm waiting for God to tell me."

"Jesus Christ..."

"Yeah, or Him. Or any of them, really."

You and Nanaue watched as Harley and Bloodsport had an awkward introduction.

"Never mind everyone, Harley is secure."

"What?"

"Meet me in the van so we can leave as quickly as possible."

Sighing, you morphed back into your original form. Nanaue made an audible gasp as he saw you sitting on the railing.

"Pet pet?

"Yes, Nanaue, it's me, Pet pet."

King Shark laughed as he started petting you immediately. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you swatted his hand away and motioned for him to follow you.

Sugar and Coffee [20]

Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 20.5 OR Chapter 21

➜ Words: 4.5k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Breakups are the worst.   You know from first-hand experience — how it feels like your entire world is crumbling. How the most important person in your life that was the most involved is suddenly a stranger. How you lose not only a lover, but a friend, someone who was considered family.    So witnessing Hoseok becoming despondent and sluggish, and being an observer to the heartache, it’s surreal.   “Are you okay?” you lean over to ask.   The yells of Taehyung, Super Smash music and sound effects are loud in the living room. It’s unusual to gather on a Tuesday night when there’s class early tomorrow, but you know everyone’s gathered for Hoseok.   No one might pour their feelings onto the table and talk about what happened, but you’ve quickly caught on that this is all meant to act as a distraction. Not a counselling session.   Still, you want to ask him in case he does want to talk about it.   “I’m….holding up okay.”   “If you ever want to discuss anything, I’m here.”   “Thanks.” The both of you turn back to the screen where Yoongi, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin are duking it out. At times they’re screaming at each other and at others, they fall into silence.   You stare at Jungkook — the way his thick brows are furrowed in concentration, how the tip of his tongue is peeking out, nose scrunched, his body leaned over with his elbows on his knees, forearms exposed and the veins popped. Jungkook looks angry and it’s hot as fuc— “Hey, Y/N?”   “Huh?” You turn to Hoseok, hoping it wasn’t obvious that you were salivating over your boyfriend. “Y-Yes?”   “Has Aeri said anything?” he asks hesitantly, quietly. “I know you and her are close, so….”   “She did talk about it with me…” You pause. He seems to wait, so you go on, “She said you guys broke up after a lot of arguments, that it seemed like you were more mad at each other than happy and decided to end it. She doesn’t hate you, Hoseok, if that’s what you want to ask.”   The man nods.   You know what it’s like — he wants to hear every detail but doesn’t at the same time. So you spare him from it. “Thank you. Tell her….tell her that...nevermind.” Hoseok sighs. “I’m just glad she has you for support.”   “It’s nothing,” you say sincerely. “Trust me.”   It simmers into quietness again. But when the match ends, you jump into the game with them. And while Hoseok protests, mumbling that he doesn’t want to play, Jimin forces him to hold a controller and naturally, he joins too.   It’s fun to play — Jungkook and you secretly have an alliance and you team up to crush the others. And when it’s just you and him left, Jungkook lets you win. Taehyung yells that it’s totally not fair each and every time but your boyfriend feigns ignorance, citing that you’re just too good.   After seven more rounds, you begin to get drowsy and check the time.   “Oh, we should go.”   Yoongi quirks a brow. “You two have somewhere to be?”   “It’s snuggle hour.”   Jimin pauses the game. Everyone whirls around to stare.   Hoseok grins. Yoongi remains puzzled. “The hell is snuggle hour?”   “It’s nothing!” Jungkook suddenly interjects, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.   “What do you mean it’s nothing?” Your jaw goes slack — just yesterday he said it was his favourite part of the day. It baffles you that he’s outright denying it now.   “It’s something Y/N likes, not me.”   “Excuse me?!” It was him who came up with the entire concept — personally, you could take it or leave it.   “Can we keep playing or what?”   “No.” Jimin disregards Jungkook’s attempt at changing the subject and eggs you on, “Y/N, what’s snuggle hour?”   “It’s a designated time slot in our schedule to snuggle for an hour everyday. Jungkook likes being touched,” you state it in a matter of factly way, deadpanning it before your boyfriend can stop you.   “Babe.” Jungkook’s face is bright red. He turns to his friends. “That’s not true.”   “Ugh, gross.” Taehyung’s entire face scrunches in disgust.   “Not like that, you idiot. It’s not sexual.”   “Babe!” Jungkook shouts and you redirect your attention to him. He’s shaking his head, horrified. “TMI.”   “Why are you embarrassed?” you question with a frown.   “Aww, Kook likes being touched?” Jimin teases, leaning over to hug Jungkook. “I knew it!”   “Get off me,” he huffs and pushes the other man off. “She’s kidding. It’s her who wants to cuddle.”   You scoff. “That’s a blatant lie.”   “Oh shit.” Taehyung lifts his brows, head darting between you and Jungkook and your exchanges of expressions. The brunette looks like he’s about to grab a bag of popcorn and neither you nor Jungkook appreciate it.   “Are you ashamed of me?”   “No—”   You cock your head to the side. “Your ego is too big to be romantic?”   “Can we do this later?” Jungkook ducks his head and whispers harshly as if they can’t hear. “You can’t do that in front of our friends. You can’t tell them.”   “Why not?” you bite back loudly, arms crossing. “You’re embarrassed? You’re too good for me to love you?”   “It’s not like that,” he sighs.   “I think it is.” You grab your coat and your bag. “I’m leaving.”   “Y/N.” Jungkook stands up, following after you. “Wait. You’re not upset, are you?”   “Nope. Not at all. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You offer a stiff smile and the door slams shut with you on the other side.   It’s awfully silent.   It happened so fast, he’s still reeling.   “I don’t miss that.” Hoseok smiles gingerly.   “What just happened?” Jungkook returns to the couch, completely bewildered.   “I think you just missed out on snuggle hour,” Yoongi snickers.   //   The next time Jungkook sees you, he’s wary. But you greet him as if nothing happened and the two of you go on about your day.   Yet, the boy is unsettled and constantly glances at you from the corner of his eye. He finally decides to clear his throat stiffly and go in for the kill. “You’re not still upset from yesterday, are you?”   “No. I get it. You think it’s personal and you don’t want to share what we do in our down time with your friends.”   “Exactly.” Jungkook’s entire body drowns in relief, shoulders easing from their tension, muscles no longer stiff. He’s so glad you get it.   You smile. “I’m sorry for lashing out and being crazy.”    “It’s okay.”   “So it’s true then.”   “What?”   “You think I was being crazy?” There’s an extended pause. You stare at him — he stares at you. Jungkook pales, not knowing what to say, but then you burst out laughing. “Kidding!”   He starts laughing too. “You almost got me there.”   “Did I?” You laugh some more.    Then it goes silent. The only noises in the corridor are your footsteps and Jungkook takes a moment to glance at you. It doesn’t take a second thought for him to reach down and take your hand. But before he can grip it tightly or lace his fingers through yours, you shake his grip off.   He looks at you in surprise.   “Nope.” You shake your head, keeping your eyes trained forward. “You’re too cool for that, remember?”   “What?” Jungkook increases his strides when your steps begin to speed up. “I thought you said you weren’t mad!”   “I’m not. But what if your friends see? We can’t risk that,” you say, feigning worry and it’s almost mocking.   Jungkook scoffs. “Who cares?”   You hum. “But see, you do. You gotta remain cool for your friends, Jungkook.” You turn to pat your boyfriend’s head once and then you’re walking away.   The boy’s left absolutely appalled, but unable to say anything when you keep barrelling straight down the hall.   Jeon Jungkook knows he’s fucked up.   //   Jungkook isn’t a particularly confrontational person — he’s not big on arguing and fighting, but you always seem to be the exception to every rule of his. From the beginning, you’ve gotten under his skin and the pair of you have bickered back and forth relentlessly. Even now that your relationship has changed, he discovers that he would rather have you angry and shouting at him. He’d rather you quarrel, so at least he can apologize and things can go back to normal.   He can’t keep up with these mind games. You’re just teasing him at this point.   When he puts an arm around your shoulder, you slink away. “Let’s not get too touchy here, buddy. Someone might see.”   When he comes to stand next to you, your shoulders brushing against each other’s, you immediately step away from him like he’s got the bubonic plague. “Appropriate spaces between us only, Jeon. You gotta stay cool and hard. God forbid, someone finds out you’re a giant softie.”   Jungkook never realized just how much he naturally reaches for you throughout the day. Not until you were pointing it out and avoiding all acts of physical affection.   But the last straw is when he’s in your room, reaching in for a kiss, and you dodge him completely. His mouth nearly smashes on the wall. “Oh! Can’t do that, can we? You never know who’s watching!”   “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, alright?” Jungkook breaks first. He can’t take this anymore and turns to follow you, watching you crawl into your bed. “I’m sorry for acting like I’m too good for you and being embarrassed and I’m sorry for all of it. You’re right. Who cares. I made it a big deal when it didn’t need to be.”   You get settled into the covers and stare at him impassively, as if you were the queen judging if he, the jester, should be executed or not. Then a tiny smile of victory pulls at your lips.   You untuck your feet from the blankets and hold the left one in the air. Jungkook already knows what to do and sits down, placing your foot in his lap. He holds and cradles it behind the heel, rubbing and squeezing at the tender parts, making you sigh. Nothing beats his massages.   “You know I’m not actually mad.” You grin and squirm when he hits a ticklish spot. “I just like teasing you.”   Jungkook scoffs and sulks. “I don’t like it when you tease me.”   “Oh, poor, baby.” You laugh, but you can’t taunt him when he begins massaging harder. You hiss when his fingers slide towards the base of your heel and back to the top.   “Feel good?” He smirks at your reaction.   “Uh-huh.” You open your eyes again. “I get it though. I do. You don’t want Taehyung and Yoongi and them to make fun of you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either, so I won’t talk about our private things anymore—”   “It’s okay,” he hums, “I don’t care. I shouldn’t anyway, they’re all just jealous of us.”   A light laugh falls from your lips and he relishes in how the sound tinkles. “So you’re not ashamed anymore?”   “I wasn’t in the first place. I love you.”   “You always know the right thing to say at the right time.” You scoff, but reach for your boyfriend anyway. You take his arm, pulling him up to you and you plant a small kiss on his lips. You smile. “Get over here, Jeon. It’s snuggling time.”   “My favorite time of the day.” He grins and the two of you shuffle to get comfortable.   He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer so you can rest your head against his chest. You throw your legs over his, tangling your limbs, arm snuck over his torso.   Jungkook’s such a big baby, you don’t know what to do sometimes. You wonder if he knows it, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. After all, cold, bad boys are overrated.    Jungkook might be corny, sappy, a giant softie yet you love him all the more for it.

When you see Jungkook in the morning, his eyes light up and he doesn’t hesitate to come over to give a short peck to your lips. When he pulls away, you’re smiling and he hums, leaving to get his food.   Yoongi, on the other hand, is gagging from across you.   “Oh, grow up.” You debate on throwing your fry at him, but you decide not to in case he lunges over the table to fight you for getting oil into his poreless skin.   “I can see you two made up.”   You scoff, a smirk playing at your lips. “Oh. We made up alright.”   Yoongi lifts up his palm. “Spare me the details.”   “Wouldn’t tell you even if you begged me to,” you snicker mischievously much to the man’s dismay.   You’ve learnt to treasure these moments of the day. Times when all of you can gather together for a meal in the dining hall or maybe late on a Friday night at the apartment or someone’s dorm room. There doesn’t even need to be any meaningful conversations, any exciting news to share — as long as there’s each other’s company, it seems to be enough.   You try to savour these moments, even if they’re frequent. Since it’s these meaningless moments that will one day become fond memories.    When everyone’s graduated, gone their own paths to continue developing their skills and chasing their dreams, it will be hard to gather. To banter over mediocre food, to play games and chit chat without a care, to have ridiculous debates and fights.    And as you become vigilant and learn to care for those precious moments, you inadvertently become afraid of time every now and then. It was only ten months ago that your relationship with Jungkook began to alter and change, that you both saw each other in a different light and started an unlikely friendship. And it will only be seven more months until graduation is here.    You didn’t know that time could move so quickly. It makes you scared of what’s to come.   “Afternoon, Y/N.” Taehyung plops down and waves a hand in front of your face. You snap back to reality with a curious look and he grins. “You were spacing out.”   “Sorry. I’m just a bit tired.”   “Wonder why,” Yoongi deadpans. “Maybe it has something to do with Kook and you making up.”   “Ugh, gross.” A disgusted expression creeps onto Taehyung’s face.   “I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about it.” You eye the lethargic man who only shrugs.    “I’m just stating the facts you gave me.”   You scoff, right in time as Jungkook and Jimin sit down with their dinner trays. But your boyfriend pays no mind to the conversation. His attention is immediately taken by the silver bowl his friend has on the table. “What’s that?”   “Oh, it’s cookie dough!” Taehyung grins. “Want some? I made too much during class and couldn’t bake it all, and I thought it would be a waste to throw it away.”   Jungkook grabs his spoon but you stop him. “Wait. You can’t just eat cookie dough. Did you learn nothing from baking safety?”   “Why?” Taehyung blinks. “It’s fine.”   “No, it’s not. The eggs are raw and it could give you salmonella, and the flour could be filled with bacteria. You might end up in the hospital with e.coli. People have died from that.”   “I’m going to have to agree with Y/N there,” Hoseok pipes up.   “Just save it and bake it later, Tae,” Jimin offers.   But your boyfriend disagrees with them. “You can’t get salmonella if the eggs are pasteurized. And contamination of raw flour is rare.”   You whip your head over to your partner, baffled that he could be so dumb. “You know better than that. Why would you even want to risk it?”   He shrugs. “Don’t we risk our lives daily? We get into cars that could technically crash.”   Yoongi grabs his spoon and digs into the cookie dough without hesitation. “We’re all going to die anyway. Live a little, Y/N.”   “That’s gross.”   “It’s delicious,” your boyfriend corrects, about to dig in too but you grip his elbow.   “I’m not going to show up to the hospital if you get sick.”   He smiles in spite of your threat and pulls himself away from your restraint to scoop into the batter. Taehyung grins and offers Jimin some, but he adamantly declines like you, expression queasy.    Hoseok is in the same boat. “I’ll pass, thanks. I’d rather not get sick.”   “Oh, c’mon.” Taehyung chews. “It’s not going to kill you.”   “Except it might.”   “A little is fine,” Jungkook says, smacking his lips together.   “A little is enough to get you ill,” you retort. “How can you be so stubborn about something you’re so wrong about?”   He scoffs and blatantly eats a spoonful in front of you. His eyes shut and he hums in delight as if it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten. But Jungkook’s exaggerated reaction does little to tempt you to the dark side. “Maybe because I know I’m right and you’re too stubborn to admit it.”   “This is like baking safety basics.”   “Yeah and it’s basics not to let saucepots burn but you do it anyway.”   “Oh. So this is how it’s going to be, Jeon?” You narrow your eyes.    It’s personal now.   “I can’t admit I’m wrong when I’m not, babe.” Jungkook slyly smirks, the corner of his mouth curled.   There’s a clear division of teams — Jimin and Hoseok are disgusted like you are, but Yoongi and Taehyung can’t seem to care any less that they might be inviting bacteria into their bodies. And Jungkook appears to be eating more just to spite you.   The argument is different this time around. No one’s backing down this time.   “Oh, would you look at that?” Jungkook nudges you hours later.   “What?”   “I’m not sick from the cookie dough.” He grins, but you only give an impassive expression, turning away from him.   //   Jeon Jungkook can argue what he wants. But you were educated and you have the facts.   It’s late the next night when his phone lights up with a text from you, despite you sitting right beside him. “Did you just text me a link to webMD on...salmonella?”   “Did I?” Your head quirks to the side, lashes fluttering. “Must’ve been a mistake.”   Jungkook scoffs.   //   The following morning while on your way to class, he shows you a picture on his phone.    “My mom found this yesterday. Look.” It’s an old photograph with a smaller version of Jungkook. Perhaps when he was four or five — red shirt and blue overalls — so cute your heart might explode. He’s got big, buggy eyes and giant nose, tiny body and an excited expression. Mini Jungkook is sitting on the kitchen counter with his mouth open wide, half-way to spooning something in.   But you don’t need to ask what it is he was eating. He tells you—   “I was eating cookie dough! Looks like I’m still alive today, huh?”   “How lucky,” you deadpan.   “Lucky enough to live this long and meet you, babe.” The little shit leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. Your eyes bore into his backside when he walks ahead.   //   It’s in the evening after dinner when you’re both in the library and Jungkook suddenly sighs. “I can’t believe school just started a month ago and now midterms are coming up.”   You hum, unloading your bag of textbooks to start studying. But Jungkook notices one in particular — it catches his eye enough that he stops taking notes of his readings.   “Isn’t this our baking safety textbook from last year?” He frowns, picking it up.   “Yeah, I brought it along.” You smile at him. “Thought you should do some reviewing.”   Jungkook scoffs.   You maintain your welcome, friendly demeanor that a perfect girlfriend would have. And you keep exaggerating it when you notice how much it irks him. “You’ve probably forgotten about the contents we learnt about, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you to forget important facts.”   “You’re so considerate.” His smile is stiff. “I’ll consider reviewing then.”   “You really should.”   “Thanks.”   //   The back and forth continues for a while. It’s small and incremental mentions, from him linking you pictures of kids eating cookie dough to you sending back pictures of what it looks like to have e.coli. In the middle of your snuggle session, Jungkook mentions he craves some cookie dough and in passing, you quote news articles of people getting sick from it and what the FDA thinks.   You can tell Jeon Jungkook isn’t going to back down or give in. And with no end in sight, you start to plan one.   “I don’t feel like studying anymore.” You close your textbook, pouting at him when he lifts his head up from his own pages. “Can’t we just go back to your room, Jungkook? I’m tired.”   Jungkook smiles at you, wholly unsuspecting and dancing right in the palm of your hand. “Okay.”   “Are you hungry?” he asks on your way back.   You hum. “Not particularly.”   “Alright.”   The both of you walk the rest of the way in silence, but the second you get back to his dorm room, the door slams shut, your bag drops and you shove Jungkook against his own bed.   He laughs, allowing himself to fall back onto the mattress. “I thought you said you were tired.”   “I was,” you correct. “Not anymore.”   You waste no time — moving to climb onto him and sitting yourself down on his crotch. You get comfortable and swivel your hips hard. Jungkook grabs hold of your waist as his breath stutters. “F-Fuck, Y/N.”   “Like it?” You cock your head to the side.   But he doesn’t answer. Instead, Jungkook reaches up to you, his hand slinking to the back of your neck pushing you downwards, so he can kiss you. You follow his command and at once, his hot tongue intrudes into your mouth for a slobbery, eager kiss.   You try your best to work him up as much as you can, letting Jungkook grope you anywhere he likes while you touch him gingerly. And after a few minutes of heavy petting and making out, you pull apart, sitting back on your heels.   Your hand slinks down to his hardening bulge. Jungkook’s breath hitches in anticipation.   You smirk mischievously. “Want me to keep touching you, Jeon?”   His brows are knitted together, not sure where you’re taking this, but he nods. “Y-Yes…?”   “Then I need you to do one thing for me.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, softly whispering. You allow your hot breath to skim against his exposed skin. “Just...one...little...thing. Please?”   “What is it?” Jungkook exhales shakingly, swallowing hard.   “Admit you were wrong,” you mutter like a seductress hypnotizing him, “Cookie dough is bad for you.”   Immediately, Jungkook freezes beneath you. Your hand is right on his goods, caressing and squeezing his crotch. He shudders and shuts his eyes. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook wasn’t relishing in your touch — he’s gathering willpower that he doesn’t know he has.   Suddenly, a yelp sounds from your chest, and then you’re the one being pinned to the mattress with Jungkook on top of you. He’s flipped you over before you’ve even had a chance to blink.   “I don’t think so.” He grins while you pout at him. Jungkook’s thighs are pushing your legs together, his hands holding down your wrists beside your head. He’s got you fixed right where he wants. “You really thought you could use this tactic to win?”   “I’ll never give you what you want until you admit it,” you bite back even in this compromised position.   He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Brat.”   Cockiness is a good look for Jungkook. But it’ll also be his downfall.   Your leg moves and you knee him right in the ass. It’s enough to catch him off guard and when he jolts, his hands on you loosen and you laugh, taking the opportunity to tackle him down. It’s your turn to be on top. “Admit it, Jeon!”   “Never!” He laughs and wrestles against you. The two of you roll around in his bed, ruining the covers and wrinkling the fresh sheets, all while giggling.   You try to tickle him until his strength overpowers you. You could never win against his muscles anyway, but it was worth a try.    Finally, Jungkook gets you on the bottom again with your arms above your head. “Can’t we agree to disagree?”   “No, because you’re wrong,” you laugh.   The boy shakes his head, eyes full of endearment. “You always have to be right about everything, don’t you?”   “Only on the things I know I’m right about.” Your legs wrap around his waist and you pull him closer to you until your hips and pelvises are rested against each other. The movement renders his bottom half immobile and with Jungkook closer, you quirk your head again, lips pouting. “Plus, if you get a bacterial disease and die, how am I supposed to live without you?”   “Are you worried about me?” Jungkook grins, the strands of his dark hair brushing against yours. “Is that it?”   “That and the fact that I can’t have my boyfriend be such an idiot.”   He scoffs and one of his hands comes down to jab at your sides, making you squirm. “You gotta live a little, Y/N.”   “I’m very content with my life, thank you very much. I’d rather not risk anything,” you tell him. “And if you want to blame anyone for that, blame yourself. You made me this way.”   Slowly, an even bigger grin spreads across his face — enough to swell his cheeks and break his face. Jungkook giggles full-heartedly, giddy and amused. He’s unable to resist and leans down to capture your mouth with his.   It’s a fight that never ends up finishing. But by the end of the night, neither of you have half a mind to continue on the pointless debate.   Not when you’re tangled in the sheets and each other, more content than ever.

Time. It’s a scary thing. It goes by too fast and you’ll never know how much of it is left. But it’s what makes you savour moments. It keeps you cognizant and aware, not to take any hour for granted.   “They have a special over there,” Jimin announces, taking his place at the table. “Does anyone want pineapple pizza?”   “Me!” — you exclaim at the same time as Jungkook’s face wrinkles. — “That’s disgusting.”   You look at each other and there’s a playful exchange of expressions that feigns offence.   Time and time again, you hope Jungkook will always be the one here to have meaningless arguments with you.

critical role thoughts time again! damn this arc just keeps on giving us episodes like this huh. spoilers for c2e129 under the cut.

first off AAAAAAAAAHHHHH

shout out to liam for accurately summarising how I felt at the end of the episode: I went in thinking "thank fuck, they got away, they just gotta lie low and get some sleep it'll all be FINE" oops nope never mind

before I get into the actual story and my overload of screaming and emotions about it, more to remind myself than anything else: this stuff is all what *makes* good stories. not-the-most-clever character decisions. fraught moments. having to choose between two really shitty options. tension in extremely unsafe places (and lbr, both the happy fun ball and the fucking plane of fire are objectively v unsafe places! the tension and the fact that neither of those places were safe makes sense!). conflict and guilt and character death. all good story material. soooo yeah these have been very intense episodes, but fuck, these make for some good stories!

first off: the happy fun ball! I always forget how much I loved the episodes we spent in there, it's such an interesting (& terrifying & promising) place

I absolutely LOVED the fact that Yasha could break the door down but it resulted in untethering the rooms from each other. what a brilliant way to keep them moving but also having there be consequences.

the entire imagery of the void and the hallway falling away was so good

... the mighty nein's motto really could be "curiosity before caution", couldn't it. these fuckers, I love them for it

can't believe I was so stressed about the golem I was not prepared for what came next!

team fireplane time!

I was paying lots of attention to Liam's descriptions of Caleb and how he's behaving this episode and look ok he's very good at playing the aftermath of all that traumatic shit with Trent and Vergesson &... my heart ok.

side note: this is more re last episode, but it means a lot to me that Caleb was able to... like, stand his ground and tell Trent to fuck off repeatedly when Trent kept insisting he "just wants to talk", and that the M9 refused to let him go back to Trent, like, that is one abusive and manipulative and extremely honey-tongued man and I did see stuff in twitch chat being like "oh if Caleb had just spoken to Trent this wouldn't have happened" which... nope, it means so much to me that they have settled on "nope fuck this asshole"

Veth's high rolls are so wild I love them, rogues y'all

Matt honestly fucking KILLED it this episode, this really felt like the episode for the families to shine, and Marion, Yeza and Luc all have such strong characters and Matt plays them SO well! I loved every second of it. also I will never not be impressed at Matt managing social situations with multiple npcs.

Luc and Caduceus talking about farts is the adorablest thing, new favourite dynamic

oh boy that combat huh. wow. wtf.

love that Luc tried to shoot the elemental this kid

we're just not gonna talk about everyone's faces when Matt rolled damage for the explosion thing that hit the families, bc I cannot Handle that. it's fine it's all fine

okay but fate just DOES NOT work normally around this game, how tf do you explain those two successive nat 20s from Veth, that was incredible and just. narratively perfect. I loved it I was full on crying at this point.

Cad's hdywtdt was very good

speaking of Cad! this is the first time in a while we've had a revivify! Cad's whole prayer was lovely, and I do like the detail of bugs and moss covering Luc. but mostly I loved the detail of Yeza going up to him and thanking him

the quiet, calm, determination of Yeza Brenatto saying make them pay will stick in my head for a long long time

the sigh of relief I let out when the dome finally went up. my god.

hey hey caleb asked Jester to help him with the collar and it fucking worked, finally, after all these attempts on like the longest of long days when they're all fucking tapped. I was not expecting that! a win!! and he explicitly told her it was for Trent!

look it just. watching Caleb's reaction to Trent coming close to his new family makes me feel things, okay, and the poetic justice of Trent whose manipulative words are as much of a weapon as his magic getting a silencing collar is. pretty fucking delicious.

a lot of the fanfic on the last week has had bits of interaction between Marion and Caleb and I am delighted to see that in canon too!!!

Marion: "if there's one thing I've come to know, it's that the good people are easy to be mislead to think they're at fault for the things the bad people use to victimise them... if they convince us that they're responsible for everything that comes upon us, then they're absolved." man, matt is NOT fucking around

I think these conversations (both Yeza and Marion's) are so important bc after an encounter that harrowing the like... reminder of what you're doing it for, both for the characters AND for the players as like an "it's ok" from the DM is reassuring and needed yknow?

anyway I love Marion so much, her character is just. so excellent, and I love how both her sex work and her agoraphobia are respectfully handled and it's never implied that she's less of a mother for them; and getting a reminder of hey this is a wise and caring and insightful woman who's seen a lot of stuff and hearing her words was just really nice! would like a calm episode where we just get to spend time with her soon pls

loved Liam explicitly saying that Caleb bites his tongue and tries to listen, look how far my boy has come

and Yeza!!! Yeza!!! I cannot have many coherent thoughts about that conversation but I loved how he went full on, this is the firmest I remember him being, saying, "you cannot shoulder the blame for this on your own"

ugh look I love Veth and Yeza's relationship, I love that there is this conflict in their story that doesn't have anything to do with how much or whether they love each other, and I absolutely loved the reminder that Yeza – for all that he is a gentle stay-at-home dad – did get himself mixed up in the assembly business and that Veth dove into the Dynasty to come looking for him. and yeah the image of them cuddling in the dome and talking about the uncertainty of the future and about guilt and blame and the potential end of the world, and still ending with "I love you" is gonna stick in my heart for a while

to zadash!!!

hey at least Jester remembered to send a message. it is entirely ridiculous and kinda adorable that the Gentleman is cleaning up the place for Marion.

okay I think that's all I got, I feel like this is even more rambly than usual. looking forward to some calm?? quiet?? no using up all our spell slots? next episode! also the parent trap

I'm going to sleep now. man this show.

Day 3: Betrayal

i’ve never written for slick before!!

surprise, you don’t die in this one!!

This one does get a little long- and I’m planning a part two

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Being a nurse in the 501st wasn’t easy, sometimes when you were frustrated you swore that they always assigned the most reckless troopers to this legion. Between General Skywalker(who sometimes you thought just tried to see if something could kill him) and Captain Rex- who was always beside Skywalker when the Jedi attempted something ridiculous-  Regardless, you enjoyed your job. You were making a difference in this forsaken war. 

That’s what got you stuck on Cristsophsis. The republic wasn’t exactly losing the battles- but there were too many near misses for your comfort. For example, in a sneak attack earlier that day, separatists cut Republic forces off in a way that look suspiciously like they knew you were there. They’re ambush left you knee-deep in injured troopers.

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*a few hours earlier, before the Jedi, Cody, and Rex, arrived* 

“You’re being careful, right?” Your mother’s grainy voice glitched over the call. The signal wasn’t even good enough for a hologram- but even just hearing her voice made the rough day a little better. You smiled fondly, closing your eyes and imagining her sitting at her kitchen table, and breathed a small laugh.

“Yes, mom. I’m always careful. Besides, I’m not even in combat this time. Just waiting for the boys to get back, and then they’ll set me to work.” You assured her. She sighed on the other side of the line.

“Speaking of boys, Where’s that boy you’re always talking about?” She teased, you didn’t have to see her to know she was smirking. You blushed. 

“Mom! I can’t talk about that here! He could get in trouble.” You scolded, checking over your shoulder for any listening ears. You only found Slick smirking by the door. He jerked his head back, telling you everyone was back. “They just got back Mom, I gotta go.”

“Well, your father’s gonna be sad he missed your call. Be careful honey, I love you.” She sighed sadly, the worry leaking back into her voice. You smiled sadly, she always hated goodbyes. 

“Give him my love. I love you too. Bye for now.” You nodded, clicking the off button. Slick came behind you, kissing the top of your head and placing his hands on your shoulders as you fiddled with the signal transponder. “I can never get these things to turn off.”

“Here, I got it for you. They need you in the medical bay.” He offered, letting you out of the chair. You stood up, stretching to peck his lips. He seemed tense. 

“It was bad, wasn’t it? You alright?” You questioned as you shrugged on your work coat. He didn’t answer, just smiled softly. 

“You’ve got your work cut out for you, sweetheart. Better get going. I’ll meet up with you later.” He told you, motioning you out. Your eyebrows crinkled but you nodded, smiling softly at him- but he was already turned around working on the transponder. 

You could tell something was wrong but decided it would have to wait. So with a last worried glance, you stepped out into the corridor. Deciding the medics and medical droids were probably overwhelmed, you broke into a jog once you turned the corner- nearly running into General Kenobi (who was being trailed by General Skywalker, Commander Cody, and Captain Rex). 

“Sorry, sirs.” You politely apologized, moving aside before resuming your journey. You could feel General Kenobi’s eyes on you. 

“It’s alright.” He called after you, but you had already turned another corner. 

Finally, You slowed to a stop as you entered the bustling med bay. A medic immediately ushered you to a medical bench, explaining as he went. 

“They were ambushed. Damn seppies were basically waiting on us.” He growled, “All the critical injuries are being taken care of, but so many of our guys got-”

“Got it. I’m good. Just get me a patient.” You smiled assuredly. The medic- with a tattoo peeking out of his armor’s neckpiece- nodded, motioning for an all too familiar soldier to stumble towards you. 

“Gus- is there ever going to a mission where you don’t pay me a visit afterward?” You scolded, sitting him down. He peeled off his helmet to reveal a mischievous grin. 

“Why break tradition?” He winced as his wrist flopped with his hand gesture, “I think you’d miss me too much.”

You couldn’t help but smile fondly, “You’re so full of it. Give me your hand, it’s clearly bothering you.”

“Anything for the Sarge’s girl.”

You rolled your eyes. Gus was a close friend, one of Slick’s men. Gus, along with Chopper, Punch,Jester, and Sketch, had become your closest friends. There was rarely a time that you weren’t with at least one of them- or with Slick. They very happily adopted you as a sisterly- occasionally motherly- influence on the group. To your amusement (and sometimes annoyance), they often as protective of you as Slick.  They were your best friends- basically your second family. 

And you had Slick to thank for that. Even before you started dating, he was always so nice to you. Checking up on you after a battle- or at least sending one of the boys if he was busy. On the rare occasion, you were in combat, he tried his best to keep an eye on you. He always offered a seat at dinner, walked you home from 79′s. The whole nine yards. You loved him more than life itself. 

“Yeah, you sprained it pretty good. I’ll get you a bacta patch to wear overnight under a brace. That should fix that if you’ll go easy on it.” You explained, gloved hand holding the swollen wrist as you rubbed bacta gel on it. Then you looked up to his face, he had a blooming bruise on his temple and it was crusted with dried blood. Gus followed your eyes, smiling to put you at ease. 

“Yeah, clanker got me pretty good there, huh?” He joked, tilting his head so you could see it better. 

“Kriff, Gus.” You muttered, dabbing at the wound before reprimanding him. “No wonder you’re stumbling around, you probably have a concussion. You’ve got to be more careful!”

He smiled at you, “Yes, ma’am.”

That only earned him rolling eyes as you checked- which proved what you thought. A mild concussion. 

“Alright, grab an ice pack and mild pain reliever on your way out. I’ll come by the barracks with the brace later, it’ll take me a while to find one. Go drink some water and, afterwards, get some rest.” You ordered as he stood up. 

“You give orders almost as good as the Sarge.” He joked as he began to walk away. Another trooper was already ushered to your bench. 

“Just go.” You smirked, already starting the patch up for the next trooper- a shiny with a rather unfortunate facial tattoo. As you worked, you noted that Gus didn’t seem near as tense- something was definitely bothering your lover. 

____

With the other ten civilian nurses, five medics, and fifteen medical droids, you worked through every sprained wrist, mild concussion, a fractured rib, busted lip, and every other injury that walked into your medical bay. It had taken two hours, but you were finally done for the moment. Until your next shift- but that was plenty far away, plenty of time to eat, shower, and sleep, you thought happily, as you cleaned up your area. 

Leaning over to pick up some dropped gloves, you sighed disdainfully at your other find. A dc-18 pistol discarded under the bench- definitely Gus’s based on the painted patterns on the grip. You’d give it to him when you gave him the brace, you decided, checking the safety before tucking it in your waistband. 

So, ever so tiredly, you made your way to the mess hall- idly daydreaming about Slick sneaking into your quarters that night to cuddle, which he usually did after a battle. When you finally made it, they were already shut down for the night- much to your disdain. A little irritated, you decided to just go straight to Slick’s men’s barracks, maybe one of them would have some snacks. 

So you shuffled towards the barracks, ready to just hang out with the boys until Slick got done for the night. Then you could check in on him, and hopefully get some quality time with the Sargent.

As you walked in, head hung in exhaustion, you fished the pistol out of your waistband. To your surprise, the barracks door slid open flooding the corridor with yelling. 

“There’s no way she could do something like this!”- that was Punch

“Now if you all calm down, I’m sure we can figure something out.” - that was Slick, you’d know that voice anywhere. 

Cody and Rex were standing in the middle of it, trying to regain control of the situation. 

“(Y/N) loves this battalion, and she’s loyal to the republic. You’re wrong!” - Gus, who looked ready to fight

“Gus, you need to calm down, they’re only doing their job.” Slick answered him. Your eyebrows furrowed, what were they accusing you of?

“Sarge, that’s your girl! How are you so calm about this?”- Jester asked incredulously. 

“There’s no way she’d hurt any of like that!”- that was Chopper. 

Finally, you had enough of the yelling so you shouted, “What the hell is going on here?”

Every trooper in the room snapped their head to you, Cody and Rex immediately pointing their own weapons at you, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) drop the blaster.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, immediately following the orders, “Gus left this in the medical wing! I brought it back with the brace he needed! What’s going on?”

Rex kicked the blaster away while Cody rushed forward to restrain you while hissing, “How much, how much did they pay you to sell information?”

Your mind was racing only, mouth gaping as you tried to process the information, “Sir, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about!” 

“You’re a civilian, you left a comm running after a personal call, we know you’re the mole,” Rex explained, handing Cody a pair of cuffs. Your eyes widened, immediately seeking out Slick’s. 

“No, no, you have to believe me, I wouldn’t do something like this!” You frantically assured them, panic rising up. 

“Go easy on her!”

“She’s not resisting!” 

“Sarge, there has to be something else.” 

You heard three voices but were so shellshocked you couldn’t find the troopers who said them. All their worried faces blurred together. Then there was the angry faces- Rex, Cody, and a few of the scattered troopers who watched disdainfully. 

Your eyes were moving so fast, as your panic rose. Your breathing was frantic, and suddenly Slick was in front of you- eerily calm, “(Y/N), we’ll figure this out- you don’t have to say anything yet.”

“Slick?” Your voice was quiet and broken as Cody and Rex pulled you away. “Slick, I didn’t- I wouldn’t-”

You expected him to follow you- he never let you go through anything alone. But he didn’t just stayed still with his men, watching you get pulled away. Tears pricked your eyes, why wouldn’t he come with you? Why wasn’t he helping you? 

“(Y/L/N), come on.” Cody warned, so you finally stopped dragging your feet as the door slid shut- cutting you off from your family, cutting you off from Slick.

How could he just leave you? 

____________

Five minutes later you were handcuffed to a table in an interrogation room. You were anxious, hungry, and tired.

Ten minutes later they had turned the air down. You were shivering, wishing they’d just come in and talk to you. 

Fifteen minutes later and your tears began to spill over. How could they think you betrayed them? You had given so much for the Republic. Where was Slick? He left you alone- surely he knew you were innocent. 

Twenty minutes later your head was resting on the table when the door was sliding open. 

Cody and Rex walked in, eyes narrowed in on you. Under other circumstances, how terrible you looked would have been comical- but you couldn’t muster the energy for anything other than sad eyes. 

“(Y/L/N), can you tell us where you're from again?” Cody asked, standing across from the table you were cuffed to. Your voice was scratchy as you answered. 

“3rd level coruscant born and raised. My family still lives there.  I-”

Rex interrupted you, “And why did you leave a comm channel open in the communications room- right before us and the generals came back to discuss the battle? You seemed in an awful hurry when you ran into us.”

You stammered your answers. 

 “I-i-I uh,” You paused to collect yourself, “I don’t know if you remember it, but I received clearance from Commander Cody to make a personal call. You can trace it if you want- it was too my mother on Coruscant, a family friend is sick in the hospital.”

“That doesn’t explain why you left the comm open and running. Like a spy.” Cody chimed in. You snapped your gaze to him, wringing your hands.

“Slick came in to tell me that they needed me in the medical bay. It always takes me so long to figure out how to shut them down. So he offered to shut it down for me, so I left him in there and went to the medical bay. Then I ran into you.” You explained. Cody and Rex shared a look, and you couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad thing. 

“And why come armed to the barracks?” Cody asked, sitting down. You bitterly laughed, wiping your hands over your face. 

“That was a misunderstanding, I swear. Gus was in the medical bay, he carries a dc-18 pistol, it must have fallen out of his holster when I was caring for him. I sent him for food and rest, and didn’t find the blaster until after I was done with my shift. I was already coming to give him a brace for his wrist, so I figured it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to bring it to him on my way.” You stumbled through that explanation. 

“And your relationship to Sargent Slick? One of his men called you ‘his girl’.”  Rex asked, watching you carefully- seeing your cheeks reddened.

“I suppose you could say we’re an item. Have been for two months now. If this is about the relationship- I know of at least thirteen other civilian/soldier affairs.” Your eyes flitted to Captain Rex, who you knew for a fact was with an engineer that worked on the resolute. “We keep each other sane during the bad times.” 

The last statement was barely above a whisper. Cody and Rex shared another look, “Have you noticed anything odd about then men? You spend more time among them and some of them are more comfortable around you than us.”

You noted this was the first question not about you, but were grateful for the change in topic, “Oh, uh, most of the men are just frustrated with the battles on this planet- I guess the ambushes make sense if you’re accusing me of being a mole. But some are more tense than others.”

“Like who?” Rex pressed. 

“Well, I know he can’t be involved, but something’s been bothering Slick since he got back.” You answered, “And of course the medics are in a tizzy- these attacks aren’t easy on the men as you know.”

“We’ll be back.” 

____

They came back after fifteen minutes, uncuffing you, “What you said, checks out. We’re sorry for the false accusations.”

Despite the frustration, Rex’s apology at least seemed sincere. Cody helped you up and motioned you out, where Slick was waiting for you. 

“Back to square one.” Cody muttered as they left the two of you. 

“Maybe not.” Was the last you heard of Rex as they turned a corner. 

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” Slick asked. You whipped around to him with a glare. 

“No thanks to you.” You hissed, walking away. The exhaustion, fear, anxiety, and hunger had formed into anger. And it was all directed at Slick- he didn’t do anything to help you. 

“(Y/N), you know that’s not fair. They’re my Commanding officers, I can’t argue with them.” He tried, following you and placing a warm hand on your still cold shoulder. “Sweetheart, you’re freezing.”

“Yeah, that’s how they make you talk in an interrogation room.” You growled, ripping your shoulder away “Don’t change the subject. You didn’t have to argue, but you hand me over like a.. like a.. like a sacrifice. Gus, Chopper, and Sketch were more helpful than you.”

“(Y/N),” he grabbed your arm, whipping you towards him, just strong enough of a hold so you couldn’t get away. You gave him a warning glare, and he dropped your arm, “I let them take you because I knew you were innocent- they wouldn’t find anything on you. Sweetheart, I know you’re angry and I’ll contact you once I’ve gotten everything in order.”

With that he breezed away, leaving you again. Contact me... Find anything on me... like a sacrifice.

Slowly everything clicked. Your heart stung with betrayal. Were you not enough for him? What did the separatists give him that could be worth this? 

But none of those questions mattered. You knew how he was thinking- and you knew what you had to do. 

______

This is way longer than it had to be, but I enjoyed thinking about the 501st from a different angle. I’ve never written for Slick (honestly I think I like Chopper, Gus, and Sketch even more) 

why hello, i didn’t see you there

i was just dropping off my Day 2 Beaujester Week Fic, with the Roommates prompt. yay timezones @beaujester-week

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i gotta say i been absolutely stoked about how much amazing stuff is out there so far 

Beau woke up with a start, inhaling sharply and jerking backwards. Darkness surrounded them, the only illumination coming from faint candlelight that filtered through the cracks in their door. The nightmare that had woken her, a familiar but unwelcome one, still hung in the back of her mind, even as the specifics vanished into the night air.

Next to her, their legs and arms intertwined, her tail locked around Beau’s ankle, Jester shifted out of her own sleep, it being impossible for her not to have been disturbed by Beau’s own awakening. Beau just untangled herself from her and pulled herself into a sitting position, forcing her breathing to slow and running a hand through her hair.

“Beau?” Her voice was slurred from sleep, rolling over and reaching out with a hand for hers. Beau felt soft fingers brush against her wrist, tried to focus on that rather than the shiver that was running down her spine. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Jes,” Beau whispered, laying herself back down onto her side, facing Jester. The tieflings eyes glowed ever so slightly in the dark, half-lidded but no less concerned. “Sorry I woke you.”

“I wake you up all the time.” Jester shuffled a little closer, brushing a stray piece of hair behind Beau’s ear. “Was it bad?”

“Nothing unusual.” Beau closed her eyes, not in an attempt to get to sleep (she knew it would take far longer than that before she’d be able to get back to sleep) but to try and focus on her heart-rate, as if she could will it back down to a normal level.

“Do you mean that or are you just pretending it wasn’t bad.” Jester’s tone wasn’t accusatory but it was slightly pointed, her knee bumping into Beau’s leg beneath the blankets, each point of contact a lifeline.

“I mean it.”

“Okaaaay.” Jester wriggled her arm underneath Beau so that she could lock her into a hug, snuggling up close. They lapsed into silence, Jester rubbing circles into Beau’s back, before she stopped and pulled back. “Wanna hear what I was dreaming about?”

Beau blinked at her before her mouth cracked into a fond smile. “Sure.”

In the darkness, she could see the edges of Jester’s smile, as the tiefling rolled onto her back, one arm still tucked under Beau and holding her close. “Okay, okay, so we were on the ocean, right? And we were all pirates again, except it was way better than the time we were actually pirates because our ship was actually a really really really big whale. With wings.”

Snickering, Beau let her head rest in the crook of Jester’s neck as she continued a detailed and absolutely ridiculous description of the dream she’d been having. She always felt bad whenever she woke Jester up, but after so long in the adventuring life, nightmares were practically just part of the package. She knew the others got them as well sometimes, but as far as she knew, usually dealt with them on their own, the same way Beau used to do before joining the Mighty Nein. Even after so long together, old habits were hard to shake, and practically all of them had spent far too long with only themselves to rely on at some point or another.

But since Beau and Jester had pushed their beds together months ago, first to make it easier to cuddle up with at night (they’d always claim the nights were cold if anyone asked) and when cuddles turned to kisses, well there wasn’t much point in separating them.

“-and then the purple Caleb turned into butterflies and flew through the wall. It was weird.” Jester said as Beau began to yawn. “It was weird, right?”

“Super weird,” Beau mumbled, one hand over her mouth, feeling Jester’s pulse in her neck through her forehead. “Thanks, Jes.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you woke me up actually, that dreams too good to forget in the morning.” Jester said matter-of-factly, shifting and turning her head until she could press her lips against Beau’s forehead. “What good timing you have.”

“I’ll let my brain know to schedule more dreams then.” Beau yawned again, the lingering remnants of the nightmare that had woken up long evaporated, leaving nothing but a slowly encroaching tiredness. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

As much as Beau hated disturbing Jester, she was always grateful that she had someone like her on nights like this. Nightmares were always easier to handle when she had someone to chase them away with.

Home (one shot)

Okay so.. this is for Claire’s 1k writing challenge @the-claire-bitch-project

I chose the polyamorous relationship prompt and I spent a hell of a long time writing and editing this so I hope it’s good

Word Count: 7,872

Pairings: Shawn x OC x Tom x OC x Harrison

Warnings: Swearing and Smut

“Good morning.” Shawn smiled over his mug. He had on a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips, his dark curls fell into his eyes as he sipped his coffee. He had been up for the past three hours but hadn’t yet found a need to get dressed after his morning workout and shower.

“Mornin’.” A tired voice filled the kitchen. Shawn felt a smile grow on his face as he set his mug down to pick up the blue and purple one. He handed it to Reagan who leaned up to kiss Shawn’s cheek, a few loose curls tickling Shawn’s skin in the process.

“Haz up yet?” Shawn asked as he went to check on the breakfast he and Phoebe had made. The heat of the oven flushed his cheeks and Shawn pulled away to look at Reagan with red cheeks. 

“He’s in the bathroom yeah.” Reagan replied sipping her coffee before walking over to Shawn.

“Pheebs is in the shower.” Shawn mumbled as he felt Reagan’s arms wrap around his middle. Reagan placed a few kisses along his left shoulder before humming in acknowledgement.

“I heard the water running when I walked past, knew it was probably her.” Regan nodded.

“How were classes last week?” Shawn asked as Reagan rested her forehead against her shoulder.

“Long, it’s the first few weeks back just getting used to it again.” Reagan mumbled against the skin of Shawn’s shoulder. Reagan was a Physical Chemistry major, and oftentimes the workload was heavy and strenuous. “Last year all of you were home when we went back so it was easier to stay grounded and motivated.” Reagan added. “That and physics sucks.” She finished with.

“Physics?” Shawn asked. Reagan nodded when she felt Shawn’s voice vibrate as he spoke.

“Yeah, gotta take physics this year, you know physical chemistry?” Shawn laughed lightly and nodded. Reagan smiled against the warm skin of Shawn’s back. He was always warm, even if it was twenty degrees outside Shawn was warm. That’s why everyone usually wound up cuddling with him in the winter. Under a blanket with Shawn’s body heat it was impossible to be cold.

“Still not so sure about the whole college system. I just listen to you and Pheebs.” Shawn replied. Phoebe was a Public Health Polciy major and would be going to law school for Pubic Health Policy Law following the completion of her degree. Shawn broke away from Reagan’s hold to go pull the breakfast he and Phoebe had made out of the oven and set it on top to cool. “Pheebs doesn't always help though with the college talk. ‘How’s classes?’ ‘Good.’ ‘Any homework?’ ‘Yeah, I’ll be down for dinner.’.” Shawn reenacted a conversation from the night before when Phoebe come home from her last night class for the week.

“We just handle it differently.” Reagan shrugged as she watched Shawn make another pot of coffee. “Another pot?” Reagan asked and Shawn shrugged picking up his own mug again, it was almost empty and Reagan was sure that he would be refilling it. Shawn watched as Reagan grabbed a plate and took a few of the doughnut muffins and the mini quiches out if the trays before finding her way to one of the barstools.

“Me and Phoebe have been up since around six thirty, so our day has been started already.” Shawn leaned against the counter as Reagan sat at the bar, a comfortable silence blanketing the two. It usually occurred in the morning while they waited for Harrison to stumble his way into the kitchen or for Tom to happily bounce down the stairs greeting everyone.

Shawn was in the middle of making his own plate when Harrison finally appeared in the kitchen, his glasses still on and his hair falling into his eyes. “It’s a good day to sleep late.” Harrison smirked taking the silver and yellow mug off the counter. He knew it was made just how he liked it.

“For you it’s always a good day to sleep late.” Phoebe joined the conversation. Everyone turned to watch Phoebe walk into the kitchen. She had half wet hair and was wearing just one of Shawn’s hoodies and underwear.

“Good morning to you too sweetheart.” Harrison mumbled as Phoebe kissed his forehead. Phoebe smiled and ran her fingers through Harrison’s soft hair.  “You’re always a joy in the morning.” Harrison added as Phoebe walked away, throwing a smile over her shoulder. Phoebe picked up her own mug and took a long sip.

“She’s a real joy before she has her coffee.” Shawn mumbled around a bite of the cinnamon and sugar muffin in his hand.

“So is Tom.” Reagan smiled as the brunette made his way into the Kitchen. “That’s my sweater?” Reagan said as more of a question, jestering to the sweater Tom had on. Tom’s bleary brown eyes looked at the sweater before shrugging.

“Looked comfy and it was on my floor so it was fair game.” Tom shrugged as Phoebe handed him his mug from the counter.

“Can’t we just establish that we’re all a little bitchy before there’s caffeine in our systems?” Phoebe huffed before taking food of her own and pushing herself up on to the counter. She easily slid up on to the marble and was met with smiled and one hard face when she looked around the kitchen.

“I hate it when you sit up there.” Harrison mumbled and Phoebe shrugged taking Shawn’s fork to use. Phoebe took a bite of the mini quiche on her plate and swallowed before speaking.

“I hear it everyday, and thank you cake pop.” Phoebe smiled as Shawn rolled his eyes. Shawn opened the silverware draw and grabbed a new fork knowing that the fight to get his original one back wasn’t worth it.

“Can you please get off of there?” Harrison tried again. Phoebe smiled and continued happily eating her breakfast, as if she hadn’t heard Harrison. “We’ve established that it’s not safe Pheebs. Please?” Phoebe shook her head before making a point of crossing her legs and sitting up straighter on the counter.

“It’s like three feet up-” Phoebe was met with a hard look from Harrison. “Fine, maybe four, but to be fair I sit up here all the time and never hurt myself.” When Phoebe finished speaking Harrison looked even more angry but Tom’s voice chipped in.

“To be fair she’s going to be arguing for a living.” Tom smiled sitting at the table with Harrison.

“Tommy knows!” Phoebe spoke and gave Tom an air high-five before she and Tom went back to eating.

“Don’t worry about her.” Shawn brushed off Phoebe as if it happened every day. Well it did happen just about every day, but sometimes it wasn’t worth the fight, just like Shawn’s fork. Harrison sighed and shook his head when Reagan went to put her plate in the sink. Afterwards Reagan moved to wrap her arms around Harrison’s neck from behind.

“She just enjoys making you mad.” Reagan mumbled leaving a kiss under Harrison’s ear.

“Yeah, just gets under my skin a little bit sometimes.” Harrison closed his eyes as Reagan let her lips trail down his neck a little bit. Harrison was lost in the feeling of Reagan’s Luis against his skin until a voice snapped him out of his head.

“Ew disgusting PDA.” Phoebe's voice filled the kitchen again. Harrison audibly groaned when he heard her voice causing Reagan to laugh against his skin. It sent shivers up his spine which caused Reagan to laugh even harder, her face falling to the crook of his neck. A few loose curls tickled Harrison’s neck but he pushed them out of the way to look at Phoebe. She sat perched on the counter with a proud smile as Shawn walked over to her.

“You have been a pain since you woke up this morning.” Shawn pulled Phoebe to the edge of the counter and stood between her legs. Phoebe took advantage of them being at the same height for the time being and leaned in to kiss Shawn briefly. If Shawn ever wanted kissing the girls to be easy he would often place them on the counter, or sometimes Reagan even did it with Tom.

“That’s my job. Resident pain in the ass.” Phoebe smiled as she tried to wiggle out of Shawn’s grasp. Shawn held Phoebe’s hips in his large hands as she slid off of the counter and on to the floor, her empty plate in her hands.

“Go get dressed please. We need to go to the store.” Shawn told Phoebe as she put her own plate in the skin.

“Okay dad!” Phoebe responded as she bounced back up the stairs to her room. After she had left Shawn took a deep breath and closed his eyes as Tom laughed from his place at the table.

“Good to be back in the madhouse.” Tom spoke with a large smile. Harrison just shook his head while Reagan continued to laugh into his neck.

Tom had been gone for filming the past three weeks and with Shawn doing festivals the house had felt rather empty. Phoebe and Reagan had just started classes again which made traveling with the boys harder than over the summers. Harrison had just wrapped filming for Catch-22 and stopped in london briefly to be with Tom for some filming. After that he returned back to California to be home with the girls while Shawn finished the remainder of his appearances and festivals. No one was ever lonely, but it was hard to have everyone together when schedules got busy.

The five had not been together all at once for more than a two days in nearly two months. With Tom’s two week break beginning, the five were ready to settle down for a couple weeks out of the public eye. The night before they had spent hours around the pool and fire pit with take out, just syncing back into their normal dynamic. Their relationship had always felt natural, and the five never had a need to explain themselves. They had never confirmed their relationship, they just existed and let the public come up with their own theories. It went from simple hanging out at someone’s apartment to Shawn and Tom bringing everyone to premiers or events. A few months later swirling rumors of relationships, breakups and cheating never seemed to impact the five as they moved into the large Hollywood Hills home.

“I forgot that you haven’t been home in weeks.” Harrison mumbled as Reagan took a piece of one of his mini muffins and popped it into her mouth.

“We haven’t seen Tom in almost a month.” Reagan said as she went to make Harrison and Tom another plate, wanting to make sure they ate enough. She knew the out both of them on diets for filming and now she had to feed them both again.

“I’m just glad to be home.” Tom smiled brightly as Reagan kissed his cheek, placing his plate back in front of him.

“I’m glad he’s home too.” Phoebe’s voice was heard as she entered the kitchen again. She was tying her hair into a ponytail as she walked, tripping over the molding on the floor separating the kitchen and foyer.

“You’re clumsy.” Harrison teased Phoebe pulling her into him as she walked by. Phoebe nodded and leaned down to kiss him.

“So are Shawn and Reagan babe.” Phoebe added as Harrison let go of her.

“I said get dressed. Not just put on shorts and sneakers.” Shawn smoothed a hand down his face as Phoebe looked over her outfit. She had on Shawn’s Hufflepuff hoodie still, but now added jean shorts and converse. Her white converse had yellow giraffe socks peeking out of the top, as they usually were accompanied by odd socks.

“She looks fine!” Harrison gave shawn a pointed look. Phoebe smiled at Harrison as she picked up the remaining empty plates and started putting the dishes from the sink in the dishwasher.

“You’re cleaning up what did you do?” Shawn asked looking at Phoebe. Phoebe just shrugged and rolled the sleeves of Shawn’s hoodie up to her elbows so they didn’t get wet.

“She knows that she was a brat earlier.” Reagan got up to refill her coffee and slapped Phoebe’s ass on the way past.

“One ouch.” Phoebe reached back to smooth a hand over her shorts. “Two I was not a brat! You all are just grumpy until noon because you get up too late!” Phoebe reached behind her to cover her butt when Shawn walked past her knowing he often did the same thing Reagan did.

“You’re too jumpy.” Tom laughed at Phoebe when she moved her hands away from her behind.

“No! I just know those two too well.” Phoebe responded as Shawn gave Phoebe a small smirk.

“What’s that look for?” Harrison asked Shawn who was eyeing Phoebe carefully. “Poor girl is going to be paranoid all day now.”

“Good!” Reagan mumbled. Harrison rolled his eyes and pulled Reagan into his lap. He kissed the side of her neck before Shawn spoke.

“Pheebs just isn’t used to having everyone who doesn’t tolerate her attitude home at once. That and she hasn’t had Tom home to egg her on recently.” Shawn mumbled and Phoebe rolled her eyes. “Exactly what I’m talking about!”

“Thought we were going shopping.” Phoebe mocked Shawn as he sighed deeply. Shawn went to pulled Phoebe into him when Reagan interrupted him.

“Shawn leave her alone, she’s doing it on purpose. Just you go get dressed.” Reagan waved Shawn out of the kitchen as Harrison continued leaving kisses along her neck. “Actually why don’t we all go get dressed?”

“It usually wakes all of you up a little bit more.” Phoebe added as she closed the dishwasher. Tom groned before standing up and following Shawn up the stairs. Phoebe busied herself putting the milks and sugars from everyone making coffee away as Reagan and Harrison also got up making their way upstairs.

“Help me pick an outfit out?” Harrison turned around to face Reagan who just nodded and wordlessly followed Harrison to his room. Reagan sat on Harrison’s bed as she watched him thumb through his closet.

Reagan walked over to Harrison and wrapped her arms around his waist leaving a few kisses up the side of his neck again. “Bandana and jeans with a white shirt, maybe throw a flannel on.” Reagan mumbled finishing with a kiss under the shell of Harrison’s ear.

“You really can’t just walk over here and do that to me.” Harrison shivered involuntary under Reagan’s touch. Reagan smirked and continued kissing back down Harrison’s neck until she reached the spot behind his pulse point. Harrison quickly jumped away with a smile, shaking his head. “Later. Gotta get dressed doll.” Harrison cleared his throat.

“Later.” Reagan repeated lifting Harrison’s chin up gently before kissing him. It was soft and love filled, both smiling into it before pulling away. Reagan kissed Harrison once more before retreating to her own room to get dressed for the day.

When Reagan opened her door she saw Tom in her closet. “What ya up to Tommy?” Reagan hummed. Tom jumped and Reagan laughed as Tom came out of her closet with one of her sweaters.

“Nothing.” Tom turned red and Reagan smiled taking her sweater from his hands.

“Oh come on Tom, you know I love ty when you wear my shit.” Reagan smiled handing him the navy blue sweater again. Tom quickly slid it on over his otherwise bare chest as Reagan walked into her closet herself. “What should I wear today?” Reagan glanced over her shoulder at Tom. Tom thought on it a minute before speaking. “Cropped top and jeans?” Tom asked Reagan. Reagan nodded to herself as she picked out an outfit. She changed in front of Tom whose eyes were on her the entire time. She loved teasing her boys, so she was going to take full advantage of it now that they were all home together.

“You okay Tom?” Reagan asked as she buttoned her jeans.

“Y-yeah. Yeah.” Tom swallowed as Reagan walked over to him. She laughed at Tom’s shocked expression before connecting her lips with his. Tom melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Reagan’s neck as she pulled away. Tom let out an audible whine making Reagan laughed as she stood up walking out of her room. Tom sat red cheeked on her bed as he wondered how he would get back at her later on in the day. He had been gone for nearly a month and just wanted someone to give him the attention he needed.

“Tonight Tommy!” Regan called from the bathroom down the hall, as if she read his mind. Tom, satisfied with the answer padded to the bathroom himself to finish getting ready.

Phoebe was finishing washing the coffee pot when she felt two hands on her waist. She knew they were Shawn’s and leaned back into his chest. “What do you want to cook tonight?” Phoebe asked as Shawn used his nose to push her head to the side.

“Something laid back?” Shawn asked as he started kissing along Phoebe’s neck. Phoebe let her eyes close as she tilted her head to the side more giving Shawn easier access.

“Pizza pull apart bread?” Phoebe asked as Shawn moved the neck of the hoodie she was wearing out of the way. Shawn hummed against Phoebe’s skin before he pulled away. Phoebe whined when Shawn back completely away from her. He always did that. Just when she got what he wanted he would pull away and leave her wanting more all day.

“Hey none of that.” Shawn mumbled and Phoebe rolled her eyes turning away from Shawn. He gripped Phoebe’s hips before lifting her on to the kitchen counter again. Phoebe sighed and rested her forehead on Shawn’s shoulder as he ran his hands under his hoodie that she was wearing. One of Shawn’s hands covered most of Phoebe’s back and she shivered at how warm he felt on her skin. Shawn laughed lightly and used his other hand to lift Phoebe’s head off his shoulder while the other still laid flat on her back.

Shawn smiled lightly and leaned in to kiss the side of Phoebe’s lips. Phoebe rolled her eyes before moving to brush her lips against Shawn’s. Shawn smiled and moved his lips to Phoebe’s again, the two sinking into the feeling of each other. Phoebe let Shawn take control of the kiss as she moved her hands to thread into the curls on the base of his neck. Shawn groaned when Phoebe tugged gently on his curls, his hands moving their way down her waist to rest right above her ass.

“Hey! Protection!” Reagan’s voice made the two jump apart. “Haz put new condoms in the drawer in the coffee table. Use them!” Reagan added. Phoebe tucked her face into the crook of Shawn’s neck and Shawn laughed lightly as Reagan walked over and kissed him gently.

“You embarrassed her again.” Shawn laughed lightly letting his hands rub Phoebe’s back in slow circles. Phoebe sunk further into Shawn’s hold trying to relax her nerves.

“Again-” Reagan laughed lightly running a hand through Phoebe’s hair. Phoebe didn’t protest the touch as Reagan spoke again. “She loves it.” Phoebe felt her blush grow and tried to tuck further into Shawn when she heard Harrison and Tom enter the kitchen too.

“What’d you do doll?” Harrison asked wrapping his arms around Reagan. Tom walked over to Shawn and Phoebe and jumped up on the counter next to Phoebe, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Oh nothing, just made Phoebe a little red that’s all.” Reagan shrugged turning around in Harrison’s arms. Phoebe lifted her head out of Shawn’s neck kissed his cheek.

“It’s alright.” Phoebe smiled at the others. “Ready Shawn?” She looked up to the boy who was holding her hips in his hands. Shawn nodded before leaning down and placing a final kiss on Phoebe’s lips before helping her off the counter again. Phoebe gave both Tom and Harrison a hug and kiss before walking over to Reagan. Phoebe was only slightly shorter than her but looked a whole lot less intimidating.

“You’re putting the dishes away while I’m gone.” Phoebe huffed before wrapping her arms around Reagan’s neck and kissing her cheek. Reagan laughed and nodded returning the hug before Phoebe walked back over to Shawn who was waiting by the door with his keys. “Anyone want anything specific for dessert?” Phoebe asked as Shawn opened the door.

“Slutty Cheesecake Bars!” Tom.

“S’mores Bars!” Reagan. “Crumb cake!” Harrison. “You!” At the last one Phoebe turned around to glare at Shawn who had a smirk set across his face. Shawn’s comment was met with a shocked expression from Tom and cheers of ‘get it!’ and ‘yes Shawn!’ from Harrison and Reagan.

“Now you’re lucky if you sleep in my room tonight.” Phoebe told Shawn with a straight face. Shawn laughed and wrapped a hand around Phoebe’s shoulders as he led her outside to his Jeep.

“Pool?” Was the first word out of Tom’s moth after the front door closed. He looked to Reagan for her answer and when the curly haired girl nodded Tom smiled before bouncing upstairs to change.

“He’s always so happy.” Harrison shook his head watching Tom disappear into his room. Reagan nodded and followed Harrison up stairs. Harrison marveled at the way Reagan’s curls bounced so naturally as she moved, they looked so soft and perfectly placed in the natural light of the house.

“You’re staring again.” Reagan mumbled noticing how Harrison had zoned out. Harrison’s blue eyes lost their slight glaze at Reagan’s words and he smiled confidently. “Go get changed Osterfield.” Reagan rolled her eyes before slipping into her own room.

Once the door closed Reagan took a moment to change into a simple black bikini. She also considered braiding it, but knew Harrison loved braiding her hair while they sat by the pool. Instead she opted to pick up a few hair ties before making her way towards the sliding glass doors. Regan noticed that both boys were already in the pool and shook her head as she walked on to the warm concrete.

“Eager?” Reagan asked in a playful tone when both the boys turned to look at her. Tom’s eyes went wide at Reagan’s tone and he looked anywhere but at her eyes. Tom had missed Reagan desperately in the past month but wasn’t up for much teasing from her in the moment.

“Be nice to Tom, he was deprived for a month.” Harrison smiled as he walked out of the pool and over to Reagan, placing a peck on her lips. Harrison went to sit on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool and patted the seat in front of him already knowing what Reagan was going to ask. Reagan walked over and sat cross legged in front of Harrison while he started parting her hair.

“I wasn’t being mean.” Reagan said as she closed her eyes focusing on Harrison’s hands in her hair. “Was I Tommy?” Reagan hummed. She opened one eye to look at Tom through her sunglasses. Tom shook his head as he exited the pool and made his way to Reagan and Harrison. Tom sat down next to Reagan on the foot of the large lounge chair.

“Stop moving god!” Harrison straightened Reagan’s head out again. Reagan rolled her eyes and motined Tom to come closer to her. Tom sat up on his knees and shuffled closer to Reagan who pulled him into her lap.

“Missed you.” Reagan mumbled leaning as far as she could to kiss Tom. Tom responded by covering the small distance Reagan had to strain for and easily settled into the kiss. Harrison shook his head as he let his fingers continue braid Reagan’s hair as she kissed Tom. Reagan hummed happily into the kiss as she let Tom take control for the first time in quite a while. Tom carefully moved his lips down Reagan’s neck to the soft spot of skin where her neck and jaw met and gently bit the skin there. When Reagan took a deep breath, Tom knew he got the reaction he wanted and continued biting and sucking on the skin. A few soft mans falling past her lips from the feeling of Tom’s lips mixed with Harrison’s hands in her hair.

Tom’s mouth continued exploring Reagan's neck as he gently bit and sucked on different areas before soothing it over with his tongue. Harrison finished braiding Reagan’s hair and carefully moved to rest his chin on Reagan’s shoulder, the side that wasn’t currently occupied by Tom. Harrison carefully watched Reagan’s expressions while Tom left hickey’s all over her neck. He decided to start sucking on the other side as Reagan let out another soft moan when Tom moved to her collar bones. “Want us to take care of you?” Harrison hummed into Reagan’s ear.

“Oh f-fuck yes.” Reagan’s voice caught in her throat. Harrison smirked at Reagan’s response and let his hand smooth down her stomach as Tom continued leaving hickeys on her chest and neck. Harrison rested his chin on her shoulder again as he focused on how gently his fingertips brushed over Reagan’s thighs. Reagan spread her legs and opened her eyes looking at Harrison through her sunglasses lenses.

“Harrison Osterfield, I swear all all things good if you do not get your fingers in me soon I will not let you come for-” Reagan’s sentence was cut short when Harrison let his hand slip past the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

“What was that?” Harrison asked brushing a finger through her slick folds.

“Gotta treat Reagan good Haz.” Tom mumbled breaking away from Reagan’s neck. Reagan grabbed Tom’s face and pulled his up to kiss her lips as Harrison slipped a finger easily into her.

“So good. You’re both- so fu-fucking good!” Reagan responded as Harrison added another finger and let his thumb come to rub her clit. Reagan went back to sloppily kissing Tom as Harrison curled his fingers inside of her. Both boys were mesmerized watching the usually more dominant girl fall apart in their hands. However, they knew if they treated her now they would be rewarded later.  

“Gonna come on my fingers?” Harrison asked leaving a kiss under Reagan’s ear. Tom broke away from Reagan’s lips to hold open her thighs that she was desperately trying to close. Tom also let his lips fall back to her neck where he continued to leave more marks on the pale skin.

“You’re so close, doll.” Harrison hummed as he started pumping his fingers a little faster and applying more pressure to her clit. Once he felt Reagan start clenching around his fingers and letting out more broken Harrison knew that she was close to her high. “Come on doll, come all over my fingers. Tommy wants a taste.” Harrison spoke lowly. That sent Reagan over the edge and Harrison gently worked Reagan through her orgasm.

Once her thighs stopped shaking tom let them close as Harrison brought his fingers to Tom’s lips. Tom sucked Harrison’s fingers into his mouth and licked them clean before kissing Reagan, letting her taste herself. “Holy shit.” Reagan breathed out looking between the two boys. “Remind me I need to reward you tonight.”

“Of course.” Harrison stood up and held a hand out for Reagan. “Shawn and Pheebs will be back soon, let’s go change.”

“You know that you were a brat earlier right?” Shawn asked Phoebe as they were on their way back to the house from the grocery store. The trip had taken longer than expected with Phoebe wanting to pick of groceries for the next few nights also so they didn’t have to go out again. They had decided on Chicken Alfredo and three bean chili for the next two nights. Phoebe also picked up plenty of ingredients to bake the new few days also.

“Yeah. It comes naturally.” Phoebe shrugged as Shawn turned on to their block. “You enjoy it though. You all do.” Phoebe knew she wasn’t lying when she said that. It’s how the dynamic worked in the house, Reagan, Harrison and Shawn were the ones who would dish out the punishments and rewards for her and Tom. Phoebe often enjoyed it but sometimes she was on the losing end.

“We do.” Shawn nodded turning into their driveway. “Help with the bags?” Shawn asked. Phoebe nodded and walked around to the open trunk to grab as many bags as she could. Shane laughed watching her carry them to the front door and grabbed the couple that were left before locking his car. He opened the door for Phoebe who was waiting for Shawn who had a free hand.

Reagan and Harrison turned around to watch the two walk in while Reagan ran her fingers through Tom’s curls. “Just be quiet.” Reagan pointed to Tom who was asleep in her lap. Shawn made note of the fresh hickeys on Reagan’s neck and knew that he would have to ask about it later. Phoebe smiled softly at how cute Tom was as she walked into the living room to greet Harrison and Reagan. Phoebe leaned down to kiss Tom’s forehead before she moved back to the kitchen to help Shawn put the groceries away.

“Can we go nap after this?” Phoebe asked Shawn who was bent over in the fridge trying to find a place for the pizza dough.

“Yeah, I could use one too.” Shawn nodded as he closed the refrigerator. They had been up since six thirty and with it being nearly two in the afternoon it was considered nap time for the duo.

“My room?” Shawn asked as he closed the refrigerator. Phoebe nodded as she walked back into the living room. Phoebe noticed that Reagan was now also asleep, her head resting on the couch’s arm rest, her hand stilled in Tom’s hair. Phoebe noticed Harrison was still awake and walked over kissing him gently.

“Me and Shawn are heading up to his room for a nap.” Phoebe spoke quietly pulling away. “Come if you want?” It was more of a question than a statement, but Harrison shook his head.

“I might come up in a little while, but go get comfy.” Harrison nodded towards the stairs where Shawn was waiting for Phoebe. Phoebe gave Harrison one last peck before nodding and following Shawn up to his room. Once Shawn closed his door phoebe flopped back on his bed and pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere on his floor. Shawn followed suit, stripping down to his sweats and crawling up on the large mattress.

“You comfortable?” Shawn asked as Phoebe curled into his side and rested her head on her chest. Phoebe nodded as Shawn’s hand ran up her wbck and under her hoodie. She left feather light kisses on Shawn’s chest as they both tried to relax from the morning. “Pheebs?”

“Shawn?” Phoebe looked up at Shawn with a small smile as he ran his hand further up her back. Phoebe knew what he was trying to do and arched her back so Shawn could unclasp her bra.

“You know you can’t act like you did earlier.” Shawn hummed helping Phoebe get her bra off completely. The fabric joined her shorts on the floor as Phoebe shrugged.

“You all love it,” was Phoebe’s only response as Shawn continued rubbing her lower back. Shawn nodded before rolling above Phoebe, holding her hands above her head.

“Yeah we do.” Shawn nodded as he leaned down to kiss Phoebe gently. He pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth, earning a while from phoebe before he spoke again. “You love it more though.” Shawn smiled as he bumped his nose against Phoebe’s. Phoebe nodded as she leaned up to kiss Shawn again.

The kiss slowly got more headed and Shawn pulled away from Phoebe and sat up leaning over the bed to grab something. Phoebe’s eyes widened when she saw the two ties Shawn was holding. She swallowed when Shawn sat on his knees in front of her, she knew what he wanted, but she also knew what was in it for her.  “You okay with this?” Shawn asked.

“Yeah–” Phoebe nodded. “Yeah.” Phoebe sat up and pulled her hoodie off, leaving her in just her white lace panties. Shawn gently pushed Phoebe back into his bed and kissed her slowly as he tied her first hand to the headboard. As Shawn moved on to the second hand he gently worked his tongue into Phoebe’s mouth, twisting his tongue with hers and pulling it into his mouth.

“Not too tight?” Shawn asked as Phoebe pulled a little at the ties. Phoebe shook her head and Shawn smiled as he leaned down to start kissing from Phoebe’s lips to her neck. Phoebe let a few whines slip out of her lips while Shawn sucked on a particularly sensitive spot where her neck and shoulders met.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Shawn sat up and looked Phoebe in the eyes. “Be good baby girl.” Shawn warned as he started kissing down Phoebe’s chest. Phoebe’s breaths started becoming more labored as she watched Shawn’s hand move to start kneading her left breast. His lips closed around her left nipple and his tongue swirled around it causing Phoebe to arch into his touch. She let out a loud moan when Shawn’s fingers slipped under her panties to run through her wet folds.

“You are soaked baby girl.” Shawn smiled as he moved his fingers to swirl around her clit. Phoebe nodded and felt her breath hitch in her throat when Shawn switched his mouth to her right breast. Carefully Shawn continued to rub Phoebe’s clit until she had almost reached her high before pulling away. Phoebe let out a loud whine at the loss of contact and watched Shawn sit on the foot of the bed until her breathing slowed.

Once Phoebe was breathing at a normal rate Shawn moved back to her. This time he dragged his tongue down her body, from the valley of her breasts down to her belly button. He let his tongue circle her bellybutton a few times before he dragged his across the waistline of her panties. “Shawn please.” Phoebe whined.

“Please what?” Shawn asked as he pulled on the waistband with his teeth, letting it snap back against Phoebe’s skin.

“Please touch me.” Phoebe tried to arch into his touch but Shaw’s large hands held her hips against the bed. “Please let me come. Don’t do this today.” She was almost begging.

“Don’t do what pretty girl?” He hummed as he slowly started pulling her panties down her legs. Phoebe easily let her thighs fall open as Shawn eyed her wet heat. “Last time I checked you gave everyone an attitude this morning. Only good girls get to come.” Shawn said lowly. Phoebe let out a loud and broken moan when Shawn flattened his tongue against her.

Phoebe was almost immediately on the edge of her orgasm when the door to Shawn’s room opened. “What a pretty sight.” Harrison hummed standing at the door. “You being so good for Shawn?” Harrison asked. Phoebe nodded as Shawn didn’t even pause his tongue when Harrison entered.

“I’m- c-close!” Phoebe gritted her teeth as Shawn pulled away again. “No!” She whined and Harrison laughed lightly looking at Shawn.

“Shawn you’re torturing the poor girl.” Harrison watched as Phoebe was shaking on the bed. “What Shawn to make you come? Gonna be good for him?” Harrison asked. Phoebe nodded against the pillow as her breathing calmed again. Shawn lowered himself to her again and let his tongue leave kitten licks on her clit. Two of his slick fingers easily entered Phoebe and he brushed against her top wall earning a loud moan form Phoebe in response.

“Please, please. Please let me come.” Phoebe was begging at that point. Her thighs were shaking while Shawn held them open and Harrison stood amused in the doorway.

“Gonna come for Shawn? Be a good girl?” Harrison asked. “Shawn wrecked you, you look so pretty.” Phoebe’s hair was splayed out above her. A dark flush covered her chest and face and her thoughts were shaking. Harrison knew she was on the edge of her orgasm as her eyes squeezed shut as moans tumbled out of her swollen lips. She was a truly beautiful sight.

“Yeah I’m good.” Phoebe mumbled through her moans. Shawn moved his mouth away from Phoebe briefly to speak.

“You can come now baby girl.” He hummed before reconnecting his lips to her clit. Phoebe immediately came undone under Shawn letting out loud moans as Shawn worked her down from her high. Slowly Shawn pulled his fingers out of Phoebe and untied her hands before pulling her into his chest. “That was so good.” He hummed rubbing Phoebe’s back.

“You were perfect.” Harrison added rubbing Phoebe’s back.

“Always so good.” Shawn kissed her forehead. “Gonna take a nap now?” He asked rubbing Phoebe’s back in slow circles. Phoebe nodded against Shawn’s chest letting her eyes slip closed as she focused on Shawn’s heart beat. “We’ll be down to make dinner in a little while.” Shawn told Harrison. Phoebe was already asleep in Shawn’s arms as he spoke.

“Yeah, Tom and Reagan are still sleeping. They’ll be out for a while still.” Harrison leaned down to kiss the top of Phoebe’s head before leaving. Shawn let his eyes slip closed too as he was determined to get some rest of his own before the evening craziness started.

An hour later Shawn opens his eyes when he heard his bedroom door open. Reagan was standing in the doorway wearing just one of Harrison’s tee shirts and a pair of underwear. “I’ll be down in a few minutes Reag.” Shawn mumbled as he slowly tried to wake up Phoebe. His hands running along her back gently. Reagan padded into the room and gave Shawn a kiss when Shawn reached up to brush a finger along one of the hickeys Tom had given her earlier.

“Tom.” Reagan responded. Shawn just smirked and nodded looking the marks over again. They were red right now, but Shawn could pick out four that would leave decent sized bruises.

“He gets excited.” Shawn laughed lightly as Phoebe lifted her head off his chest. “Morning Pheebs.” Shawn sighed running his fingers through her hair.

“Morning Phoebe.” Reagan laughed lightly as Phoebe laid her head back down on Shawn’s chest.

“Wanna help make dinner?” Shawn asked. Phoebe nodded as she sat up. She held the blanket over her chest and pointed to the hoodie on the floor.

“Can you grab that Reagan?” Phoebe asked the other girl. Reagan walked over and picked up the same hoodie of Shawn’s that Phoebe was wearing earlier. She walked over to Phoebe who took the fabric with a thankful smile.

“I take a nap and miss all the fun. I’ll let you two get dressed before you have to cook.” Reagan threw a wink over her shoulder while Shawn slid out of his bed to pull on sweatpants. Phoebe gave Shawn a soft smile as she picked up her underwear to pull back on before she walked over and kissed Shawn gently.

“You good buttercup?” Shawn hummed pulling Phoebe into a tight hug. Phoebe nodded against his shoulder before walking over to the door.

“Wanna go cook.” Phoebe yawned as she made her way to the large staircase at the end of the hallway. Shawn watched the way her hips swung while she walked. Phoebe reached up to fix her ponytail as she looked over her shoulder for Shawn.

“I’m coming I’m coming.” Shawn sighed as he picked up his and Phoebe’s phones before following her to the kitchen.

Harrison was lounging on the couch with a half awake Tom, a soccer game on the television. The two boys seemed to be very into the game as Reagan sat on the opposite couch on her laptop, most likely doing homework. Phoebe turned around to take her phone from Shawn and the boy compiled as she opened Instagram. “We’re all in the same place?” Phoebe laughed as she recorded the boys and Reagan.

“Fuck off.” Tom mumbled as he turned around to look at phoebe. Phoebe moved closer to Tom and he whined pushing her away.

“Mr. Holland is home and as happy as ever.”  Phoebe mumbled as she turned to face Shawn. “And Shawn, no shirt? Scandalous!” Shawn laughed as Reagan’s voice cut in before the video ended.

“You’re not wearing any pants Pheebs!” Reagan yelled. That sent Tom and Harrison into a fit of laughter as Phoebe added the video to her story before she set her phone on the counter. She crossed her arms looking at Reagan.

“If you want to eat you should really be nice to me.” Phoebe teased as she walked into the kitchen. Shawn followed close behind and opened the fridge pulling out the dough, cheese and pepperoni. Phoebe started preheating the oven and set up and pan before she grabbed the spices she needed to mix with the dough.

“Tom!” Phoebe yelled from the kitchen after Shawn had slid the pull apart pizza into the oven. “I’m making you the slutty cheesecake bars you wanted!” Tom perked up from his place on the couch and smiled over the back cushion at Phoebe.

“I love you!” Tom called making phoebe roll her eyes as she set up another pan.

“Love you too Tommy!” Phoebe called back as she pressed the cookie dough into the bottom of the pan. Shawn kissed Phoebe’s cheek before moving to the living room where he curled up next to Reagan. Reagan didn’t pay the boy any mind as she continued typing her paper. Shawn tried moving his head into her lap but Reagan shifted and barely missed a beat while she typed.

After being ignored for a few minutes Shawn sat up and started kissing along the hickeys Tom had left on Reagan’s next earlier. That made Reagan take a deep breath and close her laptop, turning to give Shawn a firm look.

“He just wanted attention.” Harrison shrugged looking away from the pair. Shawn nodded in agreement with Harrison before he kissed Reagan’s cheek. Reagan sighed and turned to peck Shawn’s lips before he rested his head in her lap.

“What’s with you boys and having your hair played with!” Reagan hummed as she let her nails scrape against Shawn’s scalp gently.

“You girls like it too.” Tom responded as Phoebe peeked in from the kitchen.

“Like what?” Phoebe asked looking at Tom.

“Us playing with your hair.” Harrison answered.

“Oh yeah we do. Food’s ready.” Phoebe smiled as Tom shot straight up to walk to the kitchen. “You’re a little hungry Tom?” Phoebe asked as Tom had a plate in his hands before anyone else was in the kitchen.

“Missed your cooking.” Tom smiled filling his plate before he went to sit at the table. Phoebe did the same as the other three slowly made their way into the kitchen also. “Missed all of you actually.” Tom smiled around his first bite of food. Phoebe nodded as Harrison sat down next to her.

“You less tired?” Harrison asked Phoebe who just shrugged. “Still tired?” Phoebe nodded and rested her head on Harrison’s shoulder. “What Shawn teasing you took a lot out of you?” Harrison smirked across the table at Shawn.

“Wait Shawn teasing who?” Reagan asked looking between Harrison, Shawn and Phoebe. Phoebe tucked her face into Harrison’s neck before he spoke.

“Shawn gave Phoebe here what she deserved for being a brat earlier.” Harrison smiled kissing the top of Phoebe’s head.

“And we missed it?” Tom asked offended from Phoebe’s other side.

“Just didn’t let her come for a while.” Shawn spoke in a nonchalant tone as he bit into his cheese filled bread. “And tied her to the headboard.” Shawn added afterwards.

“And we missed it?” Reagan repeated Tom’s earlier words. Phoebe untucked her face from Shawn’s shoulder and shrugged looking between Reagan and Tom.

“I’m sure it can be arranged again.” Harrison spoke. Phoebe was red in her seat but knew that they were just joking with her. Everyone loved to embarrass her, but she didn’t mind it, she enjoyed it for the most part.

“Give it a few days.” Phoebe mumbled as she went to pull the cheesecake bars out of the oven. “Gotta treat Tommy tonight.” Phoebe whispered in Reagan’s ear as she passed. Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the smell of the desert filled the otherwise garlicky room.

“Did I mention how much I missed you and Shawn cooking?” Tom asked as he came up behind Phoebe. He wrapped his arms around her middle and watched as she cut the pan of baked goods into bars. Phoebe nodded and leaned back to kiss Tom gently.

“We all missed you too Tommy.” Phoebe smiled at the curly haired boy who was wrapped around her.

“Good.” Tom smiled. “Now go put those bars out on the table. They didn’t feed me like you do while I was filming and I lost some of the little stomach you gave me.”  Phoebe watched as Tom walked back into the dining room where Reagan opened her arms and let Tom sit on her lap while she finished her dinner. Shawn and Harrison were both smiling as they talked about Shawn’s next concert that everyone would be attending. Phoebe walked into the dining room with the bars and set them down before sitting down on Shawn’s lap.

“Me and Reagan have off that week.” Phoebe reminded Shawn as he reached to take a bar from the pan.

“Why don’t we just bring those in the living room and start movie night early?” Reagan asked as Tom munched on a piece of a bar in her lap. Harrison nodded and picked up the fray moving it to the living room coffee table and everyone else strung in and sat down on the two couches.

“Your night to pick Tommy.” Phoebe said as Tom curled into her side on the couch. Tom thought it over for a couple minutes before looking at Harrison who had the remote and Netflix open.

“Blade Runner?” Tom asked as more of a question. Harrison nodded and put the movie on as Reagan laid her legs in his lap. Reagan’s Head wound up in Shawn’s lap as he started playing with her hair. After the movie had started Harrison was rubbing her legs and Tom was curled as close to Phoebe as possible .

This was home for the five of them, and they wouldn’t let anyone else opinions determine how they lived their lives. If they were happy together that’s all that mattered, it was them against the world and so far they had done a hell of a job winning.

i have returned! here are some highlights

i went to the coast with my family and some family friends -

(i’ll be moving into a dorm-like place on the 15th of this month for a couple months and that’s supposed to help me learn independence and social skills. the other five(? there are five other rooms but idk if they’ll all be filled when i get there) are around my age.)

the “kids” (as my brother liked to call them. they were all technically adults though) were around my age and this was like the perfect opportunity to be sociable but i didn’t really talk to any of them.

instead, i befriended their dogs

shiva! (a white maltese/shih tsu and a beautiful soul), stella (another white maltese/shih tsu who had a lot of energy to spare) and jester (a rat terrier/chihuahua i think? i never confirmed her breed with her owners. but jes was also a darling. also my brother very confidently stated that she was a guy on the first day only to be like “guess what it’s a girl” the next night)

i made friends with shiva on the first day! i was sitting on the sofa in front of the tv and she just walked over. i started petting her and she eventually just lay down! aaaaand then my brother kicked one of the bean bags into a child-safe lock on one of the cabinets and it startled her so she ran into the other room :|

the other “kids” stayed in the loft downstairs and the parents had gone out fishing at night, so i was looking after shiva again and she was such a good girl!! she was so gentle! i only heard her bark once the whole trip and that was to let her owners know that she was done outside and ready to be let back inside

on the second day, i stayed at the beach house. (bc i’m allergic to sunscreen and sensitive to the sun) by the time everyone got back, i was informed that jester ran away. thankfully, three boys found her at an intersection and called the number on her collar. a few hours later, jester (and stella; they have the same owners) came back to the beach house. they were given a bath and then i guess? as a punishment? they had to stay outside. her owners explicitly stated not to let them back in

so anyway her owners went out fishing with the other “kids” so it was just me, my parents, shiva’s owners, an old lady with dementia (who is....also shiva’s owner i guess?) and the three dogs.

shiva was inside bc she was a good girl and didn’t cause any disturbance. she would’ve fallen asleep next to me if it wasn’t for stella constantly scratching and barking at the door. every time one of the parents tried to go outside for some reason or another, she would try and run inside (and succeeded once only to be carried out again). she got so desperate that she pushed the door with the fly-screen open and pressed into it until the fly-screen popped out. then when she was finished with that, she began to pull the door off

i panicked and called the others and the two men in the house went out to fix the door. about an hour later, it started raining pretty heavily.....and then it started hailing so shiva’s owner called stella and jester’s owner and she said to let them back inside

the parents left for some late night fishing again not long after, so it was just me, the old lady and the three dogs. the old lady had gone to sleep and shiva was in her room, so i really only had to take care of stella and jester

stella didn’t really much care for me. she mainly just walked around the kitchen and sat under the dinner table, but jester almost never left my side. for the first hour, she couldn’t stop whimpering :( from what i had seen/heard, stella was a bit of a handful, so i sat down on the floor next to the table to keep an eye on her and jester followed. but then my legs started hurting so i got up and sat on the sofa. jes followed so i told her to jump up onto the sofa and she did! (but she’s pretty small so i had to help) she sat next to me for a while before stella started getting excited again

and then i slumped over on one of the bean bags and jes got up and lay down next me! this happened three (3) times!! meanwhile stella just walked around the room sniffing at everything and sitting in my bag

i eventually fell asleep but woke up some time later bc “oh crap i can’t sleep i gotta take care of the dogs” but i was still super tired so i pulled out the sofa (bed. it was a sofa bed) i set up my sleeping area, and jes hopped up beside me. i was about to fall asleep again but then someone knocked on the door and both dogs shot up waiting for me to open the front door. and then stella ran out. but her owners nudged her right back inside. and hooray! jes and stella were back with their owners! and i was prepared to pass out

the next day (today!) we were set to leave. my family planned on going to a different beach than everyone else so we said our goodbyes and left early. but then my brother started crying so we switched our plans and made for the other beach. mom texted the others, only to be called minutes later saying that they thought my brother would be upset so they switched their plans and were heading to the beach we were originally going to. dad wasn’t very happy about it but he turned around nonetheless.

when we got to the beach and saw the others, shiva immediately came up to me! then her owner gave me her leash and i walked her (she walked me) to the other side of the beach. meanwhile my dad was setting up the tent so i wouldn’t die in the sun and when we turned around and got back to the tent, i gave her leash back to her owner and went inside the tent. shiva immediately followed and cuddled up next to me!!! meanwhile, jes was getting antsy so her owners let her off her leash but stella still had hers on. she walked up to the tent and sat outside it so her owner asked it i could hold onto her leash too and i said it wasn’t a problem. the more the merrier! i love dogs!

as soon as her owner left, stella also climbed inside the tent. she left sand everywhere but she eventually calmed down and started sleeping next to me. both shiva and stella’s owners came by the tent multiple times calling for them but they stayed by me :)

and i know the tent was more comfortable and offered more shade than if they were to just be sitting on the sand so maybe stella was a fluke but i know that shiva loves me

anyway that was my year so far how are you guys doing

Imagine Dead Pool and Harley Quinn in a Relationship

*Gif not mine*I do not own DC or MCU or their characters*

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count:458

Pairing: Deapool X Harley Quinn

Summary: Harley and Deadpool get into some mischief at the shipyard. Fluff!

Warnings: Swearing, Deadpool being Deadpool

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Harley Quinn swung her hammer loosely by her side as she strolled through the shipyard. She was all dolled up, in her red corset and black and blue skirt. Her makeup was all done up and hair in two pigtails.

A loud blair and blast of white light had her covering her eyes with her hand, “Hey DeadBoy! Shut the lights woud’cha?”

“Hahaha, You just gotta lighten up, Harls. Get it. Light!” Harley couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as her Boyfriend, Wade Wilson, otherwise known as DeadPool, came skipping out from behind a large cargo storage unit.

She had always had a crush on the red leather wearing Merc, But Mista J always had her heart. So when he disappeared without telling her and she hadn't seen him in almost two years, she hit Wade up.

Surprisingly the Self-proclaimed Merc with a Mouth had been dumped just a few months prior. Between Drowning their sorrows in liquor and shootouts with gangstas, they had fallen in love.

“Are your explaining our backstory to the audience?” Deadpool wrapped his arms around Harley’s waist, shaking her from her thoughts.

Flinging her head back in a throaty laugh Harley kissed his mask encased cheek, “You always say the strangest things. But yes, I was thinking about how we got together.”

Harley giggled as Deadpool tugged her along to where he had set up a boat with lights and roses. He helped her into the boat before setting sail.

“So what’s the occasion?” Harley was sitting by the wheel as Deadpool steered letting her hammer lay on the ground by her feet, “We gonna get into any trouble?” A smirk rose up on her ruby red lips.

“You bet your sweet chimichangas!” Deadpool let go of the wheel, whipping off a blanket on the ground that covered the hull, which was filled to the brim with guns and bullets.

Harley let loose a laugh as she jumped up, “I knew it! You know I love you, Deadboy.” Her voice sunk into a husky whisper as she cuddled up next to the man.

“As I love you, Jester.” Wade folded up his mask so that his mouth showed and leaned down for a heated kiss with the arkham psychiatrist.

Harley moaned into his mouth, reaching up and letting her hands slid against his leather suit. He reached around and grabbed a hold of her skirt, emitting a delighted squeak from Harley when he grazed her thighs.

“Hey! That’s my boat, you Dumb Fucks!”

Deadpool lifted his head and a dark chuckle left him, “Well now,” He turned to where an angry man stood on the dock, calling the cops, “That’s just poor writing.”