crows modern band au - instagram profiles

ever since their first leaked demo a year ago, six of crows have taken the music industry by storm. they refer to themselves just as six kids from ketterdam -- the lot of them met when they were just teenagers in the slums of the city. brekker, ghafa, and fahey have been close since high school, and have roped hendriks, zenik, and helvar into their group through a series of vague and improbable events. now, the six seem closer than ever, and fans have been closely following their group with an enthusiasm for both their music and their offbeat, found-family persona. this june brought the release of their long awaited debut album no mourners, no funerals. the same week, the crows began their first headline tour. before they left, we had a chance to sit down and chat with the band members about their skyrocket to fame.

🪶 kaz & inej

💣 jesper & wylan

🫀 nina & matthias

the debut album

Christmas Sweater

Y/N learns to Knit. Daniel loves it (so fucking much)

Masterlist

"Happy November first!" Daniel Ricciardo cheered as he came down to his living room on the morning of November first.

It had been a weird morning already. Danny had woken up alone, something he wasn't used to. And, if he did wake up alone, Y/N was usually in the bathroom. Not this time. His girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.

So, he made his way downstairs. When he heard the television on, things in his head clicked into place. She'd gotten up early and gone downstairs to watch television, of course.

But then Daniel walked into the room and properly looked at what Y/N was doing. She sat on the couch with two thick knitting needles in her hands and yarn on the floor in from of her. Some of the yarn was a lovely dark red, some was white and some was dark green. "What are you doing?"

As far as Daniel was aware, his girlfriend had no idea how to knit. He didn't even know she had knitting needles. But she sat on the couch, knitting away, the two needles clacking together as she went. Her brow was furrowed and her tongue was poking out as she worked. No, Y/N didn't know how to knit.

When she got to a good place to stop, Y/N held up her needles, calling Daniel what she had been working on. "Grandma sent me some supplies so I could make you a Christmas sweater," she answered.

Daniel had a bit of a reputation in the F1 community. A reputation for his Christmas sweaters. The most notorious of the Christmas sweaters? Why, the jingle my bells sweater, of course.

"Baby," he said, drawing out the word as he sat beside her on the sofa. "You don't know how to knit."

She waved him off, dropping one of her needles. It slid out of the yarn, dropping to the floor. "I'm watching Youtube to learn, Danny," she said as she reached down to pick up the needle.

Instead of threading it back through the yarn, Y/N pulled out her other needle, pulled apart her work and started again.

Danny watched her. It was slow work at first, and he soon realised why she started so early on in the year. His eyes focused on her hands as she cast back on and began knitting once again.

Y/N had to stop and start several times before she finally got it right. Daniel sat on the couch with her, arm around her as she worked. Several times she held her knit work against his stomach (taking a moment to touch his abs. But, come on, who could resist?)

It took weeks, near to a month of constant work before Y/N finally finished with Daniel's Christmas jumper. She worked as they travelled, while she was supposed to be watching Daniel race.

It was perfect timing, really. She got it finished just before December began. Wrapping it up, Y/N placed it in a box, wrapped the box and finished it with a bow.

She gave it to Daniel on the first of December, exactly a month after he'd seen her start to make it. It was red with little green stripes and white reindeers that was clearly having sex.

"I love it," he said as soon as he unwrapped it. "You couldn't have done anything more perfect for me."

"Try it on then!" Y/N urged.

So, Daniel did exactly as she asked and tried on the jumper. He didn't take it off for the entire month of December. No matter what country he was in, he stayed in his Christmas jumper. No matter how hot and sweaty he got, he stayed in his Christmas jumper.

The best part of it? Y/N learnt how to knit. She began knitting everything. So, so many hats for winter. Gloves and scarves and blankets and sweaters and tops and bags. Anything Y/N could make, she did.

Daniel wore it all proudly. Where he used to wear his Red Bull and AlphaTauri shirts, he now wore whatever Y/N knitted for him.

melancholia | (mechanic!harry part 3)

Summary: Part 1 Part 2 The date with Niall, and picking your car up after it's done. But it gets more complicated than that.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Cursing, brief mention of abuse

i will be working on your car this evening, would you like to hang out?

You had saved Niall's number as soon as you had gotten in the car with Mia, and he was really putting it to good use.

You had been in your office, a pen between your teeth as you read the agendas for the upcoming projects that had been assigned for your team. Your phone vibrated, and you saw Niall's text pop up. You immediately swiped up, opening his chat.

You smiled, in awe of how subtly he had asked you out.

sure! would love to. at what time should i come?

His response was spontaneous too.

as soon as you get off work. when do you get off work?

You calculated a bit in your head. If you got off work ealy, and reached the garage by the bus, Mia could pick you up after you were done. Or, she could drop you at the garage and then you would have to take the bus home.

The previous idea was better. That would mean you would get off work at 5, and Mia would be around 6-6:30? Perfect.

just a little before 5. can reach the garage by 5:15

Niall typed quickly, before getting back ro work so Harry wouldn't kick his ass.

that's perfect. will see you at 5:15. have a great day at work! :)

You smiled, keeping your phone down and focusing back to th me task in hand. You were going to be on a date in a garage. With Harry nearby.

He definitely wouldn't like that.

. . .

You reached the garage at a little over 5:15, and as you walked from the bus, you could feel your heart beating loudly. It had been ages since you had dated and gone on dates. Most of them would be dinner, or a coffee place, or a movie. But a garage? Never.

Niall was nowhere to be seen outside, so you went in, looking for him. Harry was sitting by the tiny reception they had, and vigorously scribbling something on a paper while his one hand was on his forehead. The computer in front of him was on, and you could see he had the brightness up too much, the light was shining on his face so prominently.

You decided to go to say hi.

You walked nervously to him, mentally preparing yourself to be scolded or cursed at by him. He was not in a good mood, and he would definitely not appreciate you troubling him, or you and NIall having a date here instead of working. You wondered if he told him that too.

You reached his table, and stood in front of him. He was still engrossed in his work.

“Hi” you murmured softly, and he shot his eyes up. His face was still the same: anger, frustration, grumpiness, that was always there.

“What?”

“Hi” you repeat yourself, but softly this time. He narrowed his eyes at you, looking at you up and down, and then got back to his paperwork.

“What?” he said a minute later.

“I-I just came by to say hi”

He looked up at you again, this time with more frustration.

“Hi. Are you done?”

Your lips frowned, and you quickly answered, “Yeah. Sorry for-for bothering you”

“You should be”

Turning around, you went back, and saw Niall sitting at a chair. 

“Hey, I was waiting for you, it’s almost 5:25”

“Yeah-I-went in to say hi to Harry”

“You didn’t say hi to me” he smiled, and you walked over to him, sitting at the other chair he had placed nearby.

“You were nowhere to be seen, and-I thought he might know and-I now regret going in in the first place”

“That’s alright, I was just doing a coffee run. Fancy some?”

You smiled, “Yeah, sure”

He made you decaf, which you insisted on after telling him that you had to be up all night doing some work. He was quite cool, talking to you about your day, even letting you rant about your work and how life had been shit lately after you had moved out.

He was a good listener. But you wanted to get to know him too.

'So, what do you do for fun besides fixing cars?' 

'Well, I love to play guitar and write songs and stuff,' Niall replied, a hint of shyness in his voice.

'Really? That's so cool! I've always wanted to learn how to play an instrument,' you exclaimed.

Niall smiled, 'I could teach you if you'd like. Maybe we could even write a song together.'

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer. You couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him and how he didn’t judge you or immediately dislike you just because you talked more than him. He just sat there all cute, with a smile on his face listening to whatever you told him.

“You know, you're not like any other mechanic I've met. You're so kind and respectful. You really love what you do, don't you?” you asked, looking at him with admiration.

“I do. I've loved cars since I was a kid. It's my passion,” Niall replied with a smile.

It was refreshing to meet someone who truly loved their work.

As the sun began to set, you realized it was time to head home, Mia would be here to pick you up soon. 

“I had an amazing time today, Niall. Thank you for everything,” you smiled up at him.

“It was my pleasure. I had a great time too,” Niall replied, his blue eyes sparkling.

As she rode the car home, you couldn't stop smiling. You had gone on a date in a garage, were picked up by your friend like it was a playdate, and still had one of the best dates in a while. He promised you a next one too, and you were looking forward to that.

.     .      .

(A week later)

Niall had called you, telling you your car was done. You were happy, but then Mia told you her roommate was going to be back today. 

With a long face, you took a cab to the garage. You kept your checkbook,and also some spare change with you.

On the ride, your mind was a mess. You would have to move back in your car, but what if you asked Niall to let you live with him? He told you he had two roommates he lived with, and you just needed a week before your paycheck would come in, and you would pay back your previous landlord, move back into your old apartment.,

Fingers crossed, you were hoping he would say yes.

At the garage, you wrote the check waiting for one of them to come out, and when no one did, you went in to find Harry.

"I'm not having this fucking conversation. I came to you 6 months ago and settled it all, didn’t I? I did that so I don’t have to do this shit on the phone with you. You understand? You fucking moron-”

Harry stopped yelling as soon as he saw you, a shocked expression on your face at his words. Your body had gotten tense and scared, the way he just yelled, making you shiver.

“What?” he spat, still pent up and frustrated from his conversation on the phone.

You stammered, still shocked by his demeanor, “I-I, nothing” you said quickly, turning around and running away from him.

Niall caught you on your way out, just the man you were looking for. 

“Hey, Niall! What’s up?” standing in front of him, you said in a high-pitched voice, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“What’s up? Really?”

You slumped down, gulping down as you said, “Sorry. I-went inside to ask Harry where you were and he was all yelling and screaming and I-I got scared”

“Oh, he’s always like that on the phone. Don’t worry, you get used to it” he shrugged it off, but you were still pretty shaken. The way there was a nerve bulging on his forehead, his jaw clenching, the death grip he had on the phone…ooph.

“Anyways here’s my bill, and I was wondering if-you know, if you’re free, we could have dinner tomorrow”

His eyes lit up, taking the cheque from you,and he asked, “Oh yeah? What’s tomorrow”

“It’s-it’s thanksgiving” you said with a smile on your face, hoping he would say yes.

On the contrary, his smile disappeared as soon as you mentioned thanksgiving, and he put his hands on his waist.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, Y/n, But-I have to go home tomorrow. Holiday with my family and all” he scratched his forehead, and the awkwardness began to grow.

“Oh-oh. It’s alright” you quickly brushed it off, not wanting to make him feel guilty for spending time with his family.

He took your hand in his, an apologetic look on his face, “I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am. I-it slipped off my mind completely. I have to book tickets now too. Or my mum will kill me” he chuckled,trying to lighten the mood, and you put a smile on your face.

“No, it’s perfectly fine. Besides, you should go home once in a while. Don’t have to be stuck with that yelling boss all day”

“Yeah”

You both fell silent, and after a minute, he spoke up.

“So, do you need anything else?” he asked.

“No, no it’s fine. You go home”

He nodded, going to pick up his stuff and change his clothes. 

“I’ll give this to Harry,” he said, mentioning the cheque. You nodded, and he left.

You sighed. Mia’s roommate was back, and you would have to move out tomorrow. Couldn’t she have just stayed there one more day?

You picked up your purse, and the car keys. If you had gone out with him tomorrow, you would’ve asked him to let you stay at his house for a week or so, after which you would get your salary, pay your landlord,, just so he would let you move in.

Now, it was all down the drain, and you were back to living in your car.

Walking to the car, you opened the driver’s seat, getting in. Your stuff was to be picked up from Mia’s, and then you would have to drive to a safe place to park your car.

Putting the keys in the ignition, you turned it, and your eyes went to the fuel indicator.

It was almost empty.

You got out of the car, hoping that Niall wouldn’t have left, so you could buy a bottle of fuel.

Sadly, he had.

His stuff was gone, and you would have to ask Harry. You didn’t even want to see him after the way he treated you before

You knocked on the tin nearby, getting his attention before you walked to his table. He looked up, and he seemed at ease. So much better than the angry bird he was before.

“What?”

“I wanted to buy a bottle of fuel.”

He sighed, closing the book he was writing on and got up. You followed him as he walked back to the shop, fetching a 3 liter bottle for you.

“This?”

“Yeah”

You paid him, taking it from him and keeping it beside you.. He didn’t seem to have any plans for thanksgiving, and you assumed his family didn’t live here. So, why wasn’t he going back home?

“So, you got any plans for thanksgiving?” you asked, and his face stiffened. He seemed angry, and you regretted asking him immediately.

“Why?” he asked with a stern voice.

“Coz-you don’t seem to have any plans for tomorrow, and-I think your family doesn’t live here, so why-”

“Just stop right there, okay?” 

His voice was harsh, and he was ready to yell at you once again.

“Why do you have to poke your nose where it doesn’t belong? Huh? What I do-” he spat, taking a step towards you, pointing at himself, “-is none of your damn business. If I go, if I don’t, if I have a family, or I don’t-that is none of your fucking business, okay? So just take your broken car, and get the hell out of here”

You were shivering by now, heavy breaths falling in small puffs as you took a step back, your legs stiffened and shivering. It had been years since you had been yelled at like this by a man.

“I’m sorry,-” you mumbled, turning around and running back as fast as you could. Tears were falling out of your eyes, and you had to practically tell your legs to move as fast as they could. Once inside, you quickly turned the keys, turning on the ignition, and speeding away as fast as you could. To your best luck, it started raining.

The rain was pouring down relentlessly, and you could barely see through the windshield. But your mind was in a frenzy, replaying the scene over and over again. You couldn’t believe that he had yelled at you like that, and the harsh words he had said stung like a knife. Why did you even bother trying to talk to him? Why did you always have to interfere in other people’s lives? You knew it would only end up hurting you in the end. 

Your heart was racing, and you could feel your chest tightening with every breath. As you drove, your mind kept going back to that moment when he had pointed at himself, telling you that his life was none of your business.

You knew that, you did very well. You thought maybe, just maybe, talking about his family would get him to be softer, sweeter, but you were wrong. He was always the pent-up asshole, and nothing was going to change him.

After a mile or two, the rain had started to slow down, and you saw where you were going. It seemed like a highway, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get away from him.

You took a quick look at the fuel indicator, and that was when it all came crashing down once again.

The fuel had run out. 

You had dropped the bottle beside you in the garage, and in his fit of rage, he didn’t even care that you left it there. You just ran to your car, not caring about the fuel and just drove off. Now, you would have to stay inside your car, in the middle of nowhere, and then call someone tomorrow morning.

You turned off the engine and leaned back into the seat, hugging your knees to your chest. You didn’t know what to do now. You were stranded, alone, and afraid. 

You were so cold and wet, your teeth chattering as you huddled in the backseat. You locked all the doors and windows, hoping that would keep you safe. But deep down, you knew it probably wouldn’t. 

Tears streamed down your face, and you curled up into a ball, trying to keep warm as you fell into a fitful sleep. The rain continued to pour outside, and you could feel yourself getting sicker by the minute. It was so so cold, the cool air blowing outside, and all you were wearing was one layer of thin clothes.

Meanwhile, Harry had finished his work and realized that you had left without taking the fuel. He grabbed his hair in frustration, angry at himself for letting you go like that. He knew he should have stopped you, but his emotions had gotten the best of him. 

He couldn’t believe how out of control he had become. He had never acted like that before, and he knew he needed to find you and make things right. He quickly grabbed his keys and headed out in search of you. He didn’t know where you could have gone, but he was determined to find you. He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you because of his actions.

It was about an hour later when you heard a knock on the window. You jumped, your heart racing as you saw Harry’s face peering in. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, looking concerned. 

“I-I ran out of fuel,” you stammered, wiping away your tears. Harry’s expression softened, and you quickly unlocked the door. Hehelped you out of the car. “You’re freezing,” he said, wrapping his jacket around you. “Come on, let’s get you inside and warmed up.” He led you to his car and drove you to his home. You didn’t even have the energy to protest or ask questions. You just wanted to be warm and safe. 

As you sat in front of the fireplace, Harry made you some hot tea and brought you a blanket. He sat next to you, looking at you with a mix of anger and guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. “I should have known better than to let you leave in that state. I’m such an idiot. I-I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, I’m sorry” 

“No, it’s not your fault,” you said, your voice weak. “I should have been more careful.” Harry shook his head. “I’m the one who fixed your car. I should have checked everything before letting you go.” The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the crackling of the fire. 

“You can stay here for the night,” Harry finally said, breaking the silence. “I’ll take care of the car tomorrow and make sure it’s all fixed up. You can have it back then. This time, I’ll fill up the fuel tank too.” 

“Thank you,” you said, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Harry gave you a small smile before getting up and heading to the kitchen. You couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, you were so afraid of him, and now he was taking care of you in his own home. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just a dream. 

But, Harry’s thoughts were far from a dream. He couldn’t stop staring at your peaceful face, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. All the events of the day ran through his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful that he had made the right decision in bringing you here. 

He noticed a single strand of hair resting on your cheek, and he couldn’t resist the urge to brush it away. He reached out and gently slid it off your face, careful not to wake you. But as his fingers grazed your skin, he felt a spark of electricity. He knew it was wrong, you and Niall had a thing going on, and it would be disrespectful of him to even think about you in that way. But as he looked at you, he couldn’t deny the feelings that were bubbling up inside of him. Without thinking, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, feeling guilty for his actions. “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

But you were fast asleep, and didn’t hear his words. And he definitely didn’t feel wrong for what he did.

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Trolls - Accidental Knight Branch AU

My hyper fixation continues and for some reason I got this idea while watching a Bug's Life. And i"m thinking of linking this to my Keith and Branch Brother hood Au (link to that post if interested - https://empressgeekt.tumblr.com/post/744629825487126528/trolls-branch-and-keith-brothers-au). I think I'm going to re-name it A Field of Forget-Me-knots Au. If they end up linked that is.

The Au would start before the first movie. Branch is still grey and on his own, with the exception of his little stalker. Keith had been following him for the past year, and branch had taken a reluctant liking to the kid. Pretty much becoming a big/little brother duo that no one in the village gets. Keith's habit of story telling, is encouraged by Branch, who buys the kid notebooks to put his idea on paper. During the summer evenings, Branch would help edit his grammar and spelling, while working on a latest trap as Keith read his latest chapters. The trolling's current story fixation, being one about a trolling knight who protects his village and wears a suit of armor in the brightest green leaves. Branch askes Keith where he found the inspiration for it, and Keith explains that it came to him when he was helping Branch with the alarm systems and predator preventions he made for the village. Branch is flattered when he learn that the kid thinks of him as a hero, but doesn't admit it.

When Keith's birthday rolls around. In addition to another note book, and some custom made drawing pencils, Branch decides to bring Keith's character to life. With all the mechanical know how, he learned from making traps and weapons, (and sewing skills thanks to Grandma), the grey troll can pretty easily fashion together a suit that is both functional and how Keith described it. With room for all the Gadgets that Keith gave his character. Which on the weapons side Branch kind of cheats due to him already having multiple back up bows and spears. He just paints those to match the suit. Keith is ecstatic to see Branch in the suit, and insists on Branch wearing it while they check the traps that day. Branch allows it, partially because it makes the kid happy, and partially because he wants to show off his gadget re-creations. Keith even calls Branch, "Forest Guardian" all through the walk. At some point, Branch falls into a flower patch, and pollen gets all over his hair making it turn into a maroon color.

Their on the last of their safety checks, this one just outside of the village borders, when suddenly the alarm strings go taunt and screaming is heard in the direction of the village. Branch tells Keith to run back to the bunker using their escape tunnels, and keith says that, "Forest Guardian is needed". Branch rushes off, completely forgetting that he's in a ridiculous looking suit, finding a rabid wolf charging through the middle of the village. Most the pods are too high for the predator to reach, but the trolls on the ground are done for...Branch grabs hold of the spear tied to his back.

Poppy is on the ground, trying to get as many trolls away from the wolf, but she's at a lost of what to really do. A predator like this had never gotten this close to the village, so she's scrambling. All she knows is that everyone is screaming and running, their afternoon song is ruined, then suddenly out of nowhere the wolf is taken down. Poppy looks up, and finds a troll with maroon colored hair, clad in armor of the brightest green, their hands gripping a spear that was impaled in to the base of the wolf's skull, killing it. In the corner of her eye, she sees one of the trollings, Keith, Call out "It's Forest Guardian!"

Branch is very uncomfortable with all the people suddenly staring at him, once the wolf is down. Then he hears Keith call out, and suddenly remembers he's in the costume. They don't know who he is. Still he doesn't like being the object of all there attention. Branch rushed back into the woods before Poppy has the chance to thank him.

Keith meets Branch back at the bunker. Branch immediately takes off the suit, and confronts Keith as to why he was in the village and not safe in the bunker. Keith said he wanted to see Forest Guardian in action. Branch retorts he's not Forest Guardian. Keith said he could be, and gets upset, because he based a the character off of branch, but the grey troll doesn't want to be a hero. Branch said he wasn't a hero. Keith says that he is, and recounts all he does for the villages protection and no one sees it! And they are all mean to branch. It makes the trolling frustrated, and this way they can be nicer to branch without Branch having to deal with them invading his personal privacy.

Eventually Branch gives in, after all the armor stopped him from getting hurt by the wolf, and it would make it easier to carry needed essentials. So when ever he goes after predators that get too close to the village he wears the suit. Keith promises to be Branch's man on the inside and reports to the grey troll on all the rumors that were spread about them. They have a good laugh over it.

Meanwhile, the village is set on fire with news of their new hero. People are gossiping and word of the "Forest Guardian" is spreading fast. And one troll in particular has become engulfed by the flames. Poppy has become obessed with the Forest Guardian. She wants to thank him, know who he is, and become his best friend. No she is totally not fangirling over him, like the twins tease. The snackpack is equally enthralled with the new village hero. Cooper, Biggie, And GD are impressed with how cool he looked, The twins have been making fan wear based on eye witnesses on the armor, Fuzzbert and DJ Suki want to know who his gear works, and Smidge wants to know where he learned how to take down a wolf. They are all willing to help Poppy find the Guardian. Creek is grateful for the new hero, but he is a little apprehensive about Poppy wanting to find him. After all he could be dangerous, and what kind of troll would use violence before friendship.

Nothing could stop Poppy's hunt. She askes everyone in the village what they know about the Forest Guardian. She sadly doesn't get much information. Until she asks Keith. The little trolling tells her all about how the Guardian lives out side of the village in the forest, and that he's been defending the village from predators for years, the wolf had been a rare instance when they snuck passed his defenses.

Poppy: Keith how do you know about this?

Keith: I see him. I go into the woods sometimes, he's always looking out for us.

Poppy: And no one knows? No one's thanked him!

Keith: He's shy and a little different. He doesn't think the village will accept him.

Poppy: He's our hero, we'd always accept him

Keith: he doesn't think so. He's seen how you treat other people who aren't like you.

Poppy: We aren't mean.

Keith: not actively.

Poppy: Look Keith Sweetie, you think you can get me meeting with him?

Keith agrees and leads poppy out into the woods. And calls out to the "Guardian". Branch and the trolling had come to an agreement that if he was refered to Guardian or Forest, then someone was with th trolling and Branch needed to play the part. Branch just didn't think Keith would bring the princess of all trolls. Poppy excitedly begins to ramble, until Branch clears his throat. In a deeper voice he sends Keith home, and asks what Poppy wants.

Poppy: We'll first to say thank you

Branch: I don't do this for thanks your highness

Poppy: Well, we're going to give it to you now that we know about you! Especially since you've been protecting all of us for so long.

Branch: How do you know about that?

Poppy: Keith told me.

Branch: Of course.

Poppy: Now, to show you how grateful the village is for all your work, we're throwing a party for you and officially inviting you-

Branch: Pass.

Poppy: WHat?

Branch: Apologizes for my brashness Princess, but I do not enjoy big loud parties.

Poppy: Why not?

Branch: You're larger celebrations attract a lot of attention from Predators your highness. Any part you through means a lot of work and stress for me. After years of this, I've lost my taste for such gatherings

Poppy's thrown by this, but in some form understands. The Forest Guardian's work is dangerous, he could've gotten hurt many times over while they partied. She had no idea that their parties attracted predators. She asks if their was any way to prevent that

Branch is shocked, all he had to do was save the village and put on a mask and suddenly people wanted to listen to him?! Taking advantage of this new found respect. Branch takes Poppy around the forest explaining how he keeps everyone safe from the forest, and just how vulnerable they all are. And that he deosn't want them to stop their fun, he just doesn't want anyone to get hurt or worse.

Poppy takes all this information, back home to her father, and suggests a few changes to make life better for both their guardian and the village. Peppy says that some of these suggestions would need to be consulted by the council however one of them they wouldn't need approval for. When talking with Keith the trolling had offered a less explosive way of thanking the Forest Guardian. Peppy agrees to knight the hero.

Word spreads quickly as troll village hadn't had a knight since before bergen town was established. So everyone is really excited. When keith tells Branch about the knighting thing, it's really surprising to the grey troll. After all he only took down one wolf their acting like he conquered the sun for them. Still the kid talks branch into going to the ceremony.

The ceremony goes smoothly although branch doesn't stay very long at the after party. Keeping up appearances is hard. Not to mention Poppy is all over him wanting to dance and find out his real name. He doesn't give it. Still some how rumors fly about hiw the princess and the new knight are smitten with each other. Keith teases branch about when ever they meet up. Branch is just worried about Poppy getting too close to him. After all in reality he isn't the hero they all think he is.

Life goes on, Poppy tries to reason for more safety measures but the council won't allow them. She goes to branch as the forest guardian for help. Shockingly its easier to standup and reason his ideals while in costume. He gets them to think about it, and Poppy offers lunch as a thanks. She disappointed that he won't take off his mask to eat, which leads to a conversation over why he hides his face. Once more rumors about the knight and princess pick up pace.

When the 20th freedom anniversary rolls around, Poppy trie to invite the knight but Branch declines saying that such a party 2as too big of a risk during predator season. Poppy doesn't head his word as Guardian or normal branch and goes trhough with it. You all know how this ends. Poppy goes to the bunker and asks Branch if he has seen Forst Guardian any where worried about if the Bergan had already gotten to him as he didn't show up to fight the bergen. Branch said he didn't know. As in canon Poppy stuffs the village in his bunker. Keith tells Branch to go after her as Guardian. They both know Poppy has 0 to none on survival skills, and this way no one will stumble onto his secret while in the bunker.

Poppy is at first thrilled when Forest Guardian joins her, however her excitement dwindles as she realizes that he's more of a grump then she thought their hero was. He doesn't join in on her songs and she's desperate to hear his voice. So also probs him on his back story, which Branch lies and says, "I don't have any."

Poppy: what how?

"Leta just sya that the story of the escape isn't as happy as everyone makes it out to be princess."

Cloud guy pissess him off as usual. And they can't spare Creek from getting "eaten". When freeing the snack pack, some of them ask for his autograph which, branch thinks their crazy for. Not the time and who has a pen on them at the moment anyway.

Branch still refuses to sing, with Bridget, and when cornered all he can say is that it tore his family apart. With a mix of truth and lies forest guardian says that he used to sing all the time with his family, but that made them prime targets for bergens. He became silent that's what saved him. "So forgive me if I'm not comfortable with singing in bergen filled town. I stay silent so that others don't have to."

The date goes the same, only Poppy is more giggly than in canon when Branch says she has a nice smile.

They both choke creek

True colors happens

then when confronting the chef, she doesn't react for Branch when she tries to for feed gristle. She reaches for Poppy. Branch jumps in and stabs the chef in the hand protecting the princess. Chef would then pull out a knife and with it smach brnahc into the far wall. Severally injuring him. Gristle orders for Chef to be captured. While Poppy runs over to Branch. She pulls off the mask and reveals the identity of the village hero. Shocking everyone.

Brnach remains unconscious for weeks afte the event. Poppy and Keith at his bed side. The village is rebuild. Peppy announced his retirement. And Poppy planns to create a team of well trained trolls to help bench protect the village.

When he does wake up, Branch is welcomed back home and offered the position of head of village security. If he wants it. With peace with the bergen established. Branch accepts the job. Creating the Forest Guardian's. Pop villages own defences force.

--'

Not sure what will happen in the othe movies yet, but branch is definitely sporting a new scar that JD will freak out about.

worth the wait

satoru gojo x fem reader, 800 words mdni

contents: sfw, teaching assistant!gojo, student!reader, tutoring, disinterested reader/playing hard to get, reader and geto are friends, some bullet point format and some prose

notes: i like this set up, so i’ll probably add more to this in the future. any prompts/thirsts/ideas via ask are welcome. also it’s 4am and i’m working in the morning so keep me in your prayers

You’re not bad at biology, but let’s just say waiting until your last year of college to fulfill your life sciences requirement means you're a little rusty.

Thankfully Gojo Satoru (one year below you but embarrassingly far ahead in everything else) is always there to help you out.

He’s a player. You know he’s a player. But you hadn’t expected that he’d set his sights on you— not only because this is the first time you’ve interacted on a regular basis, but also because he’s your TA and this is a yearlong course. There are some lines you just shouldn’t cross, especially not this close to graduation.

But it’s not so bad. For one thing, he always makes time to meet with you even though you know he’s gotta be canceling plans to do it.

Another is that he’s used to getting what he wants, and it’s kind of cute seeing how frustrated he gets when you pretend not to notice his advances.

Gojo is charming, and you genuinely enjoy his company when he’s not acting like a creep. But when you find out he’s stopped pursuing other people, you begin to worry that he’s caught feelings.

And even more concerning: that you may have caught them as well.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” says Gojo, half shouting over the music.

“Uh-huh. Sure.” You take another swig from the red solo cup in your hand. “So you didn’t specifically ask Geto to invite me, then?”

To his credit, he barely reacts to the accusation, taking a sip of Hi-C and looking at you with wide, innocent eyes.

“You and Suguru are friends, right? I don’t know why you think I’d have to ask him to invite you.”

Pulling out your phone, you unlock it and open your texts with Geto. After a moment of scrolling you turn and show him the screen.

You’re coming on Friday right? Satoru keeps asking.

“Traitor,” Gojo mutters as you shut the phone off and shove it back into your pocket. He eyes your outfit. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, just jeans and a sweatshirt.

“You could’ve just asked me yourself,” you say, leaning close enough for him to hear.

He looks down at you, his eyes half lidded, and wonders if this is finally you giving in. “Would you have said yes?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you seem to think for a minute. “No, probably not. I’m not much of a party person— I only came because Geto bribed me with dinner.”

“I could take you to dinner,” says Gojo, and he hates the little edge of bitterness buried in the words. Jealousy has never been his style, and he has no desire to change that now.

“You could,” you acknowledge, nodding. “But only if you help me study for midterms. And if you pay.”

There’s no hesitation in Gojo’s answer.

“Done.”

A little smile plays on your lips and Gojo’s eyes flick down to them before he remembers that he’s not wearing his glasses. Shit. But he’s glad he looked, because that’s the biggest reaction he’s ever gotten from you.

“Hey, you made it!”

Geto seems to appear out of nowhere, or maybe it’s just that Gojo has been so focused on you. He watches with distaste as you give his best friend a one armed hug, holding your drink to the side so as not to spill it.

“Yes, I did. How long did you say I had to stay?”

“Half an hour.”

Taking a sip, your eyes shift to the clock on the wall. “Only ten more minutes then. Is it okay if I crash in your room for a bit? It’s kind of overwhelming being around so many people.”

“Fine with me.” Geto shoots Gojo a semi-apologetic glance before shifting his attention back to you. “I’ll show you where it is.”

You turn to Gojo, leaning closer again so that you don’t have to shout. He’s glad the music’s loud enough to mask his little intake of breath when you brush up against him.

“See you later, Gojo. I’ll text you about dinner.”

You don’t have my number, he wants to say, but by the time he collects himself you’re already gone. He finishes off his Hi-C like it’s a shot of something strong, eyes lingering on the spot where you’d been a moment before.

This is getting out of hand.

Can I request you to write Hugo? He’s grumpy and fluffy.

I love writing Hugo! I love werebears so much 🥺🥺🥺

General Plot: Hugo has terrible handwriting so you insist he gets a laptop to make your life easier.

Werebear (Hugo) x female reader

Word Count: 2k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: nsfw werebear smut, vaginal and oral sex, outdoor sex, jealousy angst, biting

Hugo had been dead serious about you quitting your job, so at that moment you were thumbing through the customer files of his carpentry shop trying to make heads or tails of his scribbled handwriting. 

“Hugo, what the hell is this?!” you yelled and you heard the saw stop from the workshop. A few minutes later he came in smelling like cedar and covered in sawdust. 

His warmth hit your back as he sidled up behind you at the big desk in the office you used to do your new job, business manager. That basically meant you did all the paperwork so Hugo could take more commissions. The arrangement had been working well for the past few weeks. He’d doubled the amount of orders he could take since you could handle the phone and organize shipping. 

“I can’t read a lick of this,” you grumbled at your werebear mate, “do we need to send you back to Elementary school? This is chicken scratch!” 

He grumbled behind you, leaning down over your shoulder. 

“No it’s not,” he snarled, “I don’t need to go back to school! You need to get glasses or something! It says very clearly….uh…” 

You gave him a look as he squinted his eyes trying to make out his own handwriting. 

“Well it doesn’t matter what it says,” he growled, “I’ve got a mind like a steel trap. I remember exactly what they wanted…it was…a dinner table…I think…or maybe an end table?” 

You crossed your arms at him. 

“I know you already said 'no' but we need to get a laptop or a tablet so you can type in the orders,” you chided, “I can’t call every one of these people and ask them to remind me what they wanted!” 

An hour and a half and two fussy fights later, you were standing around an electronics store with Hugo as he perused the ipads and tablet laptops they had for sale. 

“Can I help you?!” a perky blonde worker chirped appearing from nowhere.

You jumped and clutched your chest, it was like she’d been hiding or something. She was unnecessarily pretty, tall with big boobs and that perfect hourglass figure that had to be surgery. The store issue polo she was wearing was hanging on for dear life, lifting up at her flat belly to show a tantalizing strip of skin and bursting at her large breasts. You couldn’t help but feel slightly incensed when Hugo glanced down at her nametag. 

“Yeah…uh...Cherise…we’re looking for a tablet or a laptop or something, my business manager is complaining about my handwriting and insisting I get one,” he grumbled, still pissed off he had to be there. 

You glared up at him at being referred to as his “business manager” not his mate and glared even harder when Cherise grabbed him by the elbow, giving him a big, warm smile, and led him to the tablets. 

They spoke companionably as she showed him the models. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he quickly picked one and let her ring him up, all while you stood there fuming.

On the way back to the car, you’d talked yourself from self-righteous jealous rage down to heartbreaking insecure despair. Did Hugo not love you anymore? He’d gotten on just fine with the girl at the store, but with you he was sour and grumpy. He still hadn’t even said anything when you got into his truck and you were on the brink of tears. 

Suddenly he looked down at you, after his own annoyance had abated and he was happy to be on his way back to his workshop again, realizing you were being very quiet. You should have been overjoyed he got the thing you wanted.  

“(Y/N)?” he said frowning, “what’s wrong? You look like you’re about to cry. We got the thing…” 

“Why don’t you love me anymore?!” you sobbed, collapsing into tears. 

Hugo’s eyes got wide. He had no idea what he’d done, but he knew he’d fucked up. You rarely ever cried. He never saw tears unless he was fucking you hard enough that you couldn’t hold them back. These were not those kind of tears. 

“What?!” he gasped, trying to keep his eyes on the road, but also on you, “what do you mean? Of course I love you honey cake!” 

You shook your head, sniveling. 

“You’re so mean to meeee!” you sobbed, “I’m your business manager!” 

You hissed the words like they were poison. 

“But…that’s your job…” he murmured and realized that was the wrong answer when you sobbed even louder. 

He pulled off of the road, turning the truck off so he could focus completely on you. 

“Honey cake,” he cooed, trying to get you to stop crying, “what’s this about? What did I do? Tell me what I did and I’ll fix it.” 

You sniffed. 

“You called me your business manager,” you mumbled through your falling tears. 

He had no idea what your job title had to do with this. 

“Do you want a promotion?” he asked, “you can be president if you want!” 

“No!” you snapped, crossing your arms. 

The self-righteous jealous rage had returned. 

“I want to be your mate!” you snarled, “not some…side chick! I’m not some…some random girl who follows you around all the time! I’m certainly not your employee!” 

He was so confused. 

“You are my mate,” he said carefully and waited to see if that was right. 

You sniffed and nodded. 

“Then why didn’t you say that to the girl at the store?” you hissed, “you were totally nice to her! Do you want a mate like her?! With perfect boobs?! I’m pretty sure they weren’t even real! To Cherise I was just your business manager! ” 

Again, the words came out like they could kill, but this time all in a hurried, angry rush. Hugo looked at you for a moment and a smile grew on his face.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), you’ve got to be kidding me,” he laughed, opening up the door to his truck and getting out. 

You were triply pissed he was laughing at you and ready to tear his head off, when he pulled you out of your side of the truck and threw you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you cried, beating on his furry back, “put me down!” 

He smacked your butt with his heavy palm. 

“No,” he said, “I’m going to teach my jealous little mate a lesson.” 

“I am not jealous!” you screeched and he just chuckled. 

When he’d gotten you far enough into the forest that you were out of sight, he pulled you to his front and set you down on the ground, then got on one knee in front of you, so you were closer to eye level. 

You crossed your arms and looked away to pout, but he pulled your face back to him. 

“Look at me (Y/N),” he said, “I don’t want anyone else but you…I was being petty when I called you my business manager and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way you interpreted it, I wouldn’t have even said it if I thought you’d take it like that. Whatever I did to make you think I don’t want you, I’d take it back if I could.”

You sniffled, starting to feel silly and he pulled you towards him to give you a big warm bear hug, that pretty much always fixed everything, caging you in with his knee. 

“But…” he purred, his hot tongue finding the spot just behind your ear, “I can’t let you get away with thinking those sorts of thoughts…Your boobs are exquisite and the fact that you disrespected them by comparing them to other, inferior breasts is offensive…” 

Before you could say anything he was tearing yet another outfit to shreds to get at your bare skin. 

“Hugo!” you shouted, trying to stop him, but he was much too big and focused to be deterred, simply pushing his tongue into your mouth to shut you up, while he picked you up and backed you into the tree behind you. 

When he’d gotten you where he wanted you, he went straight for your now breasts, mouthing them both like they were a treat. You would have struggled with him if he hadn’t started licking your nipple with his pebbled tongue, making your pussy leak. A big warm hand cupped the other, kneading it and you keened, your head dropping back against the rough tree behind you. 

You moaned while he worked your tits over with his tongue, moving from one to the other until they were hard, sensitive points. Occasionally his sharp teeth would graze the delicate skin making you hiccup a bit. Your head was thrashing as your hair caught on the bark of the tree. 

“These are so fucking perfect,” he murmured into them, “I can’t believe you…” 

He didn’t finish his thought, returning to licking and sucking you. 

“Pleaaase,” you groaned to Hugo, you were raw from being sad and you needed him. 

“Say you’re sorry…” he demanded, denying you. 

Just enough anger was still floating around in your head for that to catch your attention. 

“Me?!” you cried incensed. 

He swirled his tongue around your nipple and you groaned without meaning to, your eyelashes fluttering. 

“You insulted your breasts,” he pouted, “I won't give it to you until you apologize.” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you squeaked, eagerly agreeing to his terms. 

“Say your breasts are perfect,” he said, nibbling one.

“M-my breasts a-are p-perfect…” you got out, your voice husky with need. 

“And Hugo can touch them whenever he wants,” he added.

“Hugo!” you growled, slapping his back impatiently. 

He chuckled and tossed you up a bit so your knees were hooked around his shoulders and he could get to your pussy with his tongue, before letting your back brace against the tree to keep you steady.

Juices from your already soaked pussy were dripping down his chin as he fucked you with his tongue. The thick appendage thrust in and out of you, making you cry out loud. He took his time, tasting you, before he started to lap at your clit and you came before he even got a chance to put his fingers inside of you. 

You heard his zipper before he dropped you down again and you felt his broad head breaching you. He pushed his hand behind your back to protect the bare skin from the rough tree, before slamming into you. 

With one heavy thrust, he bent down to whisper in your ear. 

“This is all for you, honey cake, no one else,” he grunted, pulling back out and pounding into you again. 

In response his name just tumbled out of your mouth again and again as his pace quickened. He fucked you like he was trying to prove a point, because he was. You were his and his alone and it bothered him that it even crossed your mind that he would want someone else, though it was cute that you were jealous. He’d already forgotten what the shop girl even looked like let alone her name, his whole focus was and would always be on you. 

You screamed, feeling his muscles tense as he forced himself not to maul you with his sharp claws as they prickled your back. He was slamming into you just hard enough that he didn’t bruise you. Fucking you took so much focus, but he loved it. 

He adored the way your hot walls tightened around his cock when he hit the right spot and the sound of your voice in his ear as you screamed his name. Your fingers were digging into his thick fur, not strong enough to hurt him in the least, but he savored the slight sting of your passion. 

“Touch yourself for me honey cake,” he groaned into your mouth and your hand obediently snaked down to your clit to finger it in the way you liked, since his were busy holding you up.

“Cum all over me, I wanna watch it…” he couldn’t help but grunt, as he felt your cunt squeeze him as you brought yourself closer and closer to completion. He loved seeing you like this, your head thrown back in passion, totally focused on pleasure. Your mouth dropped open and your brow drew slightly as your pussy flooded around his cock with your orgasm. 

“Hugo!” you screamed, your head tipping forward against him and he kissed it while he pounded through your peak. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled in approval, pulling you off of the tree and yanking you up and down on his cock like a fleshlight, immediately throwing you into another, more lingering orgasm as he emptied himself inside of you and buried his teeth in your shoulder, revisiting your mating bite since apparently you'd forgotten it. The pleasure-pain combination made your eyes cross and you wailed.

“Mmmmm,” you keened, sated and happy, when he finally slid you off of him and cradled you in his big furry arms a few minutes later, licking the fresh wound.  

“Have you been sufficiently punished, my jealous little mate?” he asked as he straightened his pants and walked through the woods back to his truck. 

“I wasn’t jealous,” you pouted. 

He grinned. 

“Yeah, okay,” he said, letting you get away with it just this once. 

AITA for telling my mom I don't want my older brother moving back in?

People involved: Me (F25), my mom (F55), my older half brother ("Joe", M39), Joe's wife ("Nina", F28)

This situation is way too long and messy to give a full account of, so I'm gonna give the super condensed version. My mom has a lot of health problems and medical debt, and I live with her to help her. We both work 2 jobs to make ends meet and the house is falling apart in some places, but we're barely getting by.

Joe has been living with our grandmother for the last few years, but she's selling her house and moving into an assisted living facility. Joe has known about this for 2 months, and called my mom in tears 2 days before they close on the house asking her for help. Him and Nina have nowhere to put their dog (a rottweiler). Him and Nina have nowhere to put their boat (that they never use and I have no idea why he still has). Him and Nina have nowhere to stay (he had 2 months to find somewhere???)

One of my hard rules when I moved in with my mom is that Joe and Nina not be allowed back in the house for many, many reasons. To name just a few:

Nina is the reason Joe lost his 4 children 6 years ago, and the reason he hasn't done anything to get them back. She failed a drug test while she was pregnant with another man's baby (yes, she cheated on Joe). The baby was taken away as soon as it was born, and she was court ordered to not be around Joe's children until she passed a hair follicle test. Joe brought her around his children. Their bio mom found out and took him to court. Joe lost them. Now he can't even begin the process of getting them back until he and Nina can pass a drug test. Our family has offered to pay for said drug tests, but Nina refuses. She says she doesn't do drugs anymore and could pass it, but she just doesn't want to deal with the kids. Joe is apparently fine with this.

Joe and Nina both have stolen from nearly everyone in our family. They were regularly stealing from my grandmother while they lived with her, all of our aunts and uncles and most of our cousins have cut contact with them because they steal from them at holidays and birthdays.

Nina is lazy as fuck and can't do anything for herself. She lays in bed all day while Joe works 2, sometimes 3 jobs to support their drug habit. She won't cook. She won't clean. If she wants something she SCREAMS for Joe to get it for her.

And probably most importantly: Joe and Nina have stayed here dozens of times before, and it has never ended well. They always say they're only gonna be here a week or 2, but it always turns into months. They always trash the house. They always steal from me and my mom. They always drink and do drugs in our house. Several times I've gotten into physical altercations with Nina when I find her snooping through my room. The last time they were here we found out Joe was prostituting Nina for drugs from our house. We found this out because the cops came looking for them, and told us our house was "a known drug house". When they left, they told the family they left because I was a drug addict who was stealing from THEM.

Now I'll admit: all of this happened years ago, pre 2020. Joe SAYS he and Nina are clean, but I've heard that before. Joe SAYS they just need a month or 2 to find a place to stay, but I've heard that before. Joe SAYS he and Nina are sorry for how they treated us in the past, but I've heard that before.

My mom is a bleeding heart softie and is ready to let Joe come back with open arms, but I put my foot down and told her if he moves in I move out, and she KNOWS he won't help like I do. She tearfully told my brother he can't stay here, and has since been moping about how he's still her son, how she can't believe I'd put her in this position, how no one will give Joe a chance to prove he's changed, etc etc. But I just feel like I HAVE given Joe dozens of chances, and it's not my fault he kept throwing them back in my face. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

OHENSBNDMDNG okokokok let me tell you a story. While thinking back on brozone's flashback at the start of band together, my mind fell on grandma Rosie Puff, and how I've come to be really intrigued in her. How did she end up having to raise all of brozone on her own? Where the hell are their parents? But most importantly, how can we make one of the only other character traits of hers that have not much to do with brozone have some sort of hidden lore to it? I'm talking about the scene where she shows to be very very enthusiastic and serious about rummy, and supposedly other gambling games.

And for a while I've been SUCKIJG AND CHEWING on that crumb of bread. LITERALLY.

What could this mean for the world of trolls? Does gambling exist within singular troll genre clans? Orrrrr is there some sort of clandestine gambling world going on outside of the old troll tree where trolls of all different backgrounds and obscured pasts come together to gamble together? What the hell am I on?

But anyway! That thought never really went anywhere. It just stood in my mind. But I had no idea what to do with it.

And then.... Your trolls Royal Flush au came out of NOWHERE.

I've only just started reading the Google doc and I've gotten past the adaptation of brozone's fallout and, I just gotta say that I really appreciate you giving Rosiepuff a whole lot more autonomy and control over a bad situation. Instead of just staying in one place, where she barely made any huge life decisions that affected Branch (other than sacrificing herself) and having a very vague picture of what kind of person she was, this single paragraph in your Google doc about what she and branch did after brozone disbanded has done A WHOLE TON OF HEAVY LIFTING TO CHARACTERIZE HER THAT I REALLY, REALLY HOLD DEAR.

How she probably became a beam of hope to little baby branch after realizing his brothers are never coming back.

How her bold decision to completely change her and branch's life for a better future, makes her a strong, determined, and confident person.

How... She must've been the ONLY PERSON in Branch's life he could still rely on at that point.

Its just... I've known this lady for a single paragraph but her death just means so much more, and HURTS so much more. Dying in the place she used to thrive in.

SUDDENLY THIS BEAM OF HOPE, THAT WAS THE MAIN SOURCE OF BRANCH'S STRENGTH was taken away from him. So suddenly. So unexpectedly.

I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF

Sorry I went on and on about a character who had one paragraph dedicated to her.

But she also got one paragraph

So therefore she's worth talking about.

In trolls one, we're supposed to care about Grandma Rosiepuff's death because of her assumed importance to Branch without really knowing ANYTHING about her.

But in this AU, you just painted such a clear image of her, we knew her for one paragraph but we also realized she's all that Branch had for a good portion of his lonely childhood. So much more than just one scene of her being taken by a berger, than just one paragraph.

Just!!!!!!!!!! I'm happy I'm really happy with what you did with Rosiepuff. Slay in peace, sweetheart.

BUT NOT JUST THAT-

THIS ENTIRE AU'S WORLD BUILDING.... Is really really thorough!!!!! Like!!!!! It's so well done!!!!! I loved the introduction to the world at the start of the Google doc, AND I LOVED HOW YOU INCORPORATED THIS WORLD BUILDING FOR ROSIEPUFF'S BACKSTORY.

AGHJHHHH I NEED TO CONTINUE READING

Thank you if you went this far!!!!! You deserve roses for all the amazing work you have ever put out into this world big or small, I'm excited to see where this goes.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

THANK YOU SO MUCH AAA!! yeah i knew that if i was doing a big casino au i couldnt NOT give grandma rosiepuff some connection to it i mean come ON!! i think thats generally a big overarching theme of how the city of luxgoode takes advantage of vulnerable people and like, taunting them as if risk can make their dreams come true. people will ruin their own lives if they can save the ones they love, even for some of the casino owners (gristle and creek obvi but i think even chaz is a lower rung in this system, it goes up to the 1% mount rageons, especially and mostly v&v's parents)

i also just. love the idea of brozone sharing traits w their grandma. jd may have pulled a lot of the weight but she did raise them too!

WOLFSTAR X READER SERIES

Gilded Constellations | THE INTERLUDE

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Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Hey Lovelies, welcome to “The Interlude” of Gilded Constellations. We’ve basically already gotten to 100 k words in this story and that’s absolutely insane!!! Which is why I thought of doing a little thing where I could interact with my readers. As a thank you for being there and supporting me so much through this journey. 

And so… this little Q&A was born. Those who didn't get to ask their questions, don’t worry my darlings, my ask will be open all week for you to ask whatever you want. It’s a mini event that will last from today ‘till next wednesday. 

But yes, it does mean this week we won’t get a new chapter D: 

Don’t worry, it will definitely be worth it since the next couple of episodes are two that I’ve put absolute extra care on crafting, and I will put just as much care on revising. I’ve been quite literally posting non stop for 15 weeks consecutively. That’s almost 4 months, what?!?! 

I needed my tiny lil break, besides I wanted to dedicate this bit of time to work on my Maraudween Special smutty series that will include some interesting mini AUs, so those that read my other stuff and not just Gilded Constellations will be quite literally treated this Halloween. There will be a lot of posts these next few weeks. Although, I might be releasing some of the Maraudween stories at the beginning of November. Unfortunately, I’m not a machine and I can’t write in seconds like Chat GPT. 

Without further ado, let’s get on with those questions!

Where did you get the inspo for the fic?

Oh my god if I tell you guys about this… It all started when I was in class, sometimes when I’m bored, my little mind starts to wander. I’m a total daydreamer, I can’t deny that, but at that moment in particular I was quite literally thinking of nothing and everything at the same time. And then, out of nowhere, this phrase came to me: 

“You look at them the same way you looked at me when we met…” 

And I was like, “omg that’s so freaking angsty” and “That’s a great freaking line for a poly story” And I quite literally wrote it down with a little tag that said, “-the start of a poly relationship story because I’ve never read enough of those.” 

And then I closed the notebook and went back to class. But I guess the idea had already set in my brain because next thing I know, I’m writing down more things down. And let me tell you, before Gilded Constellations I only wrote Oneshots because a story seemed like too much commitment. So I kid you not, I wrote down: 

“Not a short story, but maybe a 3-5 chapter long fic”. 

Jokes on me though, we’re 15 chapters in, like 20-something written and we’re probably going to end up with longer than 200k words and I’m not even sorry about it. Besides, I'm really pumped to finish it because I want to get it printed in Lulu and have my own little copy as a “Damn you wrote that.” kind of evidence thing. So worry not about being left with an unfinished fic, I’m going to complete this story even if it’s the last thing I do. 

Besides, if I’m being honest, when I’m not writing, I miss my boys, so I’ll definitely miss passing the time with them when I’m done with GC. (Luckily I’ve already got another series planned and spoiler alert: This one will be Poly!Marauders x reader, a lot spicier aaaand, PIRATES.) 

That’s how the fic started, well that and a dream that was basically most of Chapter 3 and I thought it was so cute that I wrote it down and then I was like, “hold up, this could be the start of the Poly story I was talking about…” 

Are there any real-life experiences that influenced your writing?

Well I mean, I’d say that art imitates life and life imitates art, but in regards to real-life romance I don’t really know that much. But there are definitely some things here and there that have been sprinkled from my real life into the fic. Not sure if I could think of a particular one but I can say sometimes Remus gives me the same vibe that a boy I “used to” have a crush on. “Used to” in quotation marks because I kinda still do even if we haven’t seen each other in years. 

So I guess a lot of Remus comes from my crush, but also Remus is his own little boy as well and I love him more for it. Even If I’m torturing him so much with his heartache, I promise it will be worth it Remus, reader and Sirius will take care of you, eventually. 

Other than that, I guess I like to pay attention to things around me, you’ll see me looking at nature, the sky, the way leaves move, the way people interact with each other. Especially at that actually, I like to pay attention to people, how they move, how they interact, and their reactions. Sometimes I do it irl, and sometimes I just watch movies or series, and since my writing process is like seeing a movie in my head and then putting it into words, it’s always useful to pay attention to the world around me. Even if I sometimes struggle to put into words exactly what I’m seeing in my head.  

Did you already have everything planned, or did you just go with the flow? If you have already, how far? all of it? Or just some chapters ahead? 

Well, yes and no. I do have various key points of the story planned, a lot of plot points that are going to happen and that’s kinda what I’m sustaining myself on. I know the big points and then I just have to write what happens in between them. And I’ve got it planned all the way ‘till my babes all start dating. After that, if I’m honest I’m not sure how I’m going to end it. Some parts of me want to go for the saddest ending possible because it would go along with cannon and the other side of me, the one that can’t bear to see my boys being sad, wants to just deviate completely and/or leave an open ending. 

But so far, I really cannot tell what exactly I’m going to do, I just know that time will tell. Because sometimes the characters just do what they want and I love to see where they take me. Which is why the ending is not set in stone just yet. 

Without giving too many spoilers, can you tease upcoming plot twists or surprises we can expect in future chapters?

My sly little foxes have already guessed some of the major plot twists that are upcoming in the story. And there definitely will come some surprises along the way, some you will love, some you won’t so much. But I promise you it will all be worth it! 

Remember in Gilded Constellations, everything happens for a reason. 

THE FANCAST

What's your fancast for the fic? Did you pick the reader too or just leave it be? //  I wanted to know if you have a fancast for everyone…

I did mention that I basically see stuff as a movie in my head right? So yes, I do have a fancast! Although I most definitely see James as Aaron, Sirius as Ben, Remus as Andrew and Peter as Dane, I have also twisted them in my brain. Like it’s them, right? But my version of them. Like my Sirius is so fucking ethereal in my head that sometimes I myself blush with his beauty. And Remus, well, he is probably most similar to Talita Asami’s from instagram. Especially this one. 

There’s something about the way she contrasts his soft features with the scars that’s just perfect. It’s that sexy pirate vibe I cannot get out of my head, if that makes sense.  But also I’ve been toying with AI lately (Talkie) and ended up with these two versions of Remus and Sirius and they have absolutely taken over. 

Sidenote: I made way to many of these, so do tell me if you wanna see them.

The reader: Uhm… well, I kind of just see her as me, hehe. Which is kind of the point, you should all just see the reader as yourselves, if you’re comfortable with that of course. 

The rest of our babies though? Lily Evans, Marlene and Mary, are kind of like the boys as in I see them as their fancast but also not entirely. And Lily especially, she’s just so freaking pretty in my head, there’s no one I know to match her, all thought Sophie Skelton and Kennedy Walsh (@/c4tluvr666 on Tiktok) are super close. 

Now, outside of canon characters, aka all of these OC’s I’ve been creating with time, some of them do have a fancast and some of them don’t. Let’s focus on the ones that do, because some of them I literally had in my head since the very, very beginning of the fic. 

Tom Harrow- This boy actually started as a younger version of Tom Hiddleston in my head, but the more I wrote him, the more he said, “Luv, that’s not what I look like!” And, almost out of nowhere, baby Tom Hiddleston became Rober Sheehan, and let me tell you, it stuck. And it stuck so bad there is no way I could see Tom as anything other than Rob. Especially with his role as Klaus in Umbrella Academy having a rather similar personality in the entire open-minded spectrum that he’s got going on. And, talking about teasers, this boy is actually going to be a key point on the romance between our golden throuple to develop, so keep an eye out for him. I love him so much tbh.  

Then we’ve got Beth Doxon, this girl is my wifey, I freaking love Beth so much and if you’ve been paying attention you may already know who I based her off, at least in looks. It’s Anya Taylor Joy as Beth Harmon in Queen’s Gambit, redhead queen (can you tell I really, really like redheads?) . Also that’s why she has such a strong character, even if my Beth is a lot more of a Party Animal than the original character. 

Alexander Wood in my head is just a carbon copy of his son Oliver, but in Hufflepuff, and the rest of the Quidditch teams, I’ve got a good idea of what they look like in my head, but not really a fan cast for them. Suggestions accepted. 

Well, except for Minho Yun, since his role in the story is going to be as a pretty strong supporting character, in fact, he was meant to be somewhat of an alt love interest that was going to help build Sirius’ jealousy, but in the end, I decided to completely scrap that to further develop him as a character. Some interesting things that you’ll actually learn on the GC Halloween special. Oh, and Minho is actually based on Sang Heon Lee (on looks) and Ki Hong Lee (on character, specifically on his role in Maze Runner). Had I based Minho on the character of Sang Heon Lee who inspired him, we would have way too many slutty boys in the same room, with Tom and Sirius and him, It’d be chaos, which is why he ended up being a little shier. 

Nox, Neil and Todd, literally are just Nox, Neil and Tod from De*d Poets Society. I was rewatching the movie to nail that boy friend group interactions and to get in the Dark Academia Vibes and I wanted to give my boys a happy ending. 

Also Neil just gives me the most massive Prongs vibe I cannot.

And lastly, there’s Nina Blythe. Nina to me is a totally angelic girl, I’ve got a very vivid picture of what she looks like in my head but I don’t really have a fancast for her. Maybe a little bit like Aurora (the singer), in regards to her soft features, but Nina has longer hair and it’s a little wavy. I kind of think of her as a girl from a Renaissance painting, emphasis on girl, since she is supposed to look younger than she is. Any ideas for a fancast? For her and for anyone I missed, I’m completely open to your suggestions. 

THE TEACHERS

Professor Nightshade is definitely Eva Green from Miss Peregrine or Jessica Chastain from Crimson Peak. She’s got that tall,  regal and dark but elegant vibe to her that is just so freaking gorgeous and awe-inspiring. I totally have a crush on Seraphina, can you tell? 

Professor Aurelius Spellman is kind of inspired by Kingsley Shackelbolt. However, if I had to cast someone for the role it would be Djimon Hounsou, he has that attractive and rough vibe to him. Like scary, demanding but also alluring things going on, he’s just got the magician type I suppose. 

This one’s going to be silly, but I can’t imagine Kettleburn as anyone other than Gobber the Belch from HTTYD, like, take away the horned helmet and give him a pointy hat, and boom, Kettleburn ladies and gentlemen. Down to the messy personality, honestly. 

And Donovan Pendragon (the teacher for Magical Theory) I feel like he isn’t mentioned enough, because I literally had no idea what his name was even going to be and I just left a line for it until I was editing the chapter before posting. So he doesn’t really have a cast. He’s caucasian in my head, but that’s about all I’ve got from him. Any ideas? 

Do you have any headcanons for any of the characters and their relationship that you haven’t talked about in the story? 

REMUS: Well I feel like this one has been talked about several times in the story but Remus being a beast in bed? I feel like everyone loves to tease him about it in the castle but to me, he’s also a total soft boy? Like especially the first time, I feel like he’s going to be so overwhelmed by both Sirius and Reader that he will basically just melt in the hands of his lovers. 

SIRIUS: Smitten little puppy of my life. 

SIRIUS AND REMUS: They’ve totally kissed in the past. At least once, and Remus still dreams about it. Sirius, well… maybe he’ll get some memories of it every now and then.

READER: My girl thinks she’s so freaking smart and yet is the most oblivious to her own feelings; she could be considered an idiot. She’s also so selfless it hurts, but like literally. Also, she loves flirting with Sirius way too much. Still, they definitely will need Rem in their relationship because there is no self-preservation sense when her personality is just as chaotic as our Puppy. Side note: Remus will 100% blush when she starts flirting with him in the same way he does with Sirius. And let’s not talk about what a tomato he will be when Sirius does it as well. 

PETER: He kinda disliked the reader at first, especially since he felt like she was taking away his friends, but eventually he warmed up to her, and loves their friendship. 

LILY: She enjoyed the kiss with Reader, and it made her realize she’s totally bi, because she also enjoyed the kiss with James. 

TOM: My boy is clever as hell and he knows a lot more than he lets on. Also, he secretly ships the golden throuple. 

BETH: She’s Tom’s bestie and she knows a lot of things too. She will also ignite chaos with the ultimate goal of being Gryffindor Tower’s own cupid. Do you think what happened at Marlene’s Party was a coincidence? 

REGG: My beautiful Reggie is still sad about the incident. He’s still trying to find a way to reconnect with you and it pains him that you think he’d rat you out. Even then, he values the fact that you are with Sirius and that you’re helping him through everything that’s been going on, especially since he saw how red Sirius’s eyes were when he left the Black’s house with a trunk in hand sobs stuck in his throat. Reg cried like a baby that night, just wishing for time to go by as fast as possible so he could go back to school and see his big brother again. (I’m so sorry for that guys).

MINHO: Has a secret crush and you would not believe me if I told you who it was. 

NINA: Has a secret crush and some of you have probably already guessed who it is. 

DAMOCLES: You don’t know him yet but omg he’s just so clever, thank you Kles for existing.

And let's be honest, I totally have a bunch more of this but I think this is way more than enough, for now…

Out of all the chapters so far, what’s been your favorite?

This is too fucking hard to decide. But If I had to choose my top three, and in no order in particular, I’d say, for the released ones:  

Fooled around and Fell in Love

Because, can we talk about the kiss scene? I feel like this one will come back bite my kiddos in the back so they finally realize what they actually fucking need. 

Do Ya 

I’m a total sucker for Sirius, what can I tell ya? But also the flying scenes were so much fun to write, totally an adventure to go through, still among my favs. 

Maybe I’m amazed 

“Do you like Golf?” 

From the unreleased episodes: 

Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

The calm before the storm. Or is it the storm before the storm? 

Bad Moon Rising 

The FUCKING storm. But also one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I think I like action scenes a little too much.

*** On The Run

The storm continues. But also, the calm after the storm.

Do you have a playlist that you always listen to when you're writing? 

Not a specific playlist, but I have been listening to a lot of ‘70s rock. Things like Queen, Bowie, Boston, Foreigner,  Kansas, Fleetwood Mac, Nazareth, The Police and some others. All of them help me get in the mood for writing. At least in the mood of the era, if that makes sense.

Aside from the ’70s classics, I’ve also been listening to a lot of Lord Huron, Hozier, and Aurora (I sort of discovered her recently and I’m obsessed with some of her songs). Also some of The Killers, Dotan and Vian Izak sprinkled here and there. Bastille and Imagine Dragons are always and forever so of course they wouldn’t be missing from my list. 

But when I’m struggling, like really struggling with writing, then I go to this Best Instrumental playlist, where they have everything from the Narnia and Peter Pan 2003 soundtracks to Vivaldi and Ghibli.  It really does help with the concentration. 

How long for the guys to understand that they fancy each other? 

Well, when you say the guys do you mean Sirius and Remus? ‘Cause then it’s not thaaaaaat far away from now. Now from then to them all dating, well…

I know Remus kind of struggles with feelings, and probably even more now that Sirius and the reader are together. But when he's gonna say "hey, can I come in?" 😏 lol I just want them together so baaaad!

Ahahahahahaha, Well that’s not exactly how it’s gonna go, but it’ll happen sometime after Christmas.

After wolfstar and the reader get together, the fic will end? or we're gonna have a lot of them together to compensate for the agony? 🥺

I’m not sure about the ending yet, but I’m definitely going to add so much fluff of the three of them together that you’re all gonna get cavities. Also, I’ve been writing The 5 Senses and the Halloween special (that might be finished until after Halloween) to practice for the spice, so I’m def compensating for the agony. 

Also, I kind of want to explore the social implications of being in a throuple, of making that public in the `70s. Seems like a whole lotta issue bringer that kinda interests me… Sorry, you’re not completely getting rid of the angst even when they’re all together. 

I don’t remember if I already asked you about this, but as a Regulus’ wife, I need to know. He'll come back, right? She will talk with him and he will be able to explain everything to her? I need this, I really need this! I can leave without this closing. THEY NEED TO BE FRIENDS AGAIN!

Your husband is safe with me. I promise. I’m not gonna say it’s gonna be very soon, but he will be safe because I love baby Reggie and I too can’t stand him being mistreated either. 

Not a question. I just want to say that I really love this story. It's one of my favorites, and I just put it on my masterlist for how much I love it.

Aww shut up, I love you so much <3

Will we have some Sirius jealousy? ‘Cause I'm really interested in that. Oooh... will he notice that Reader and Remus are... more than friends before they even know it? I dunno, he's just oblivious about everything around him. 

Funny that you ask, yes we will have a lot of Jealous!Sirius, in fact, it’s a huge part of how the throuple will develop. And you will have it so soon, even if it’s not exactly what you expect it to be. I can’t wait for next week!

And in regards to noticing, well… Sirius is not going to be the most oblivious about his own feelings in this story. I mean… not always.

Are there any particular scenes or moments in your story that were especially fun or challenging to write?

Well, I’m actually finding it a lot harder to write stuff atm, so I’d say the limbo between the Bad Moon Rising Arch and the next big thing that’s going to happen has been the hardest. Especially since I’m already going to get to a key point in which some shit is going to go down and I’m still not sure how bad and angsty I want to make it. Don’t worry, our golden throuple will be alright but…

In regards to fun, I must say the parties are some of my favorites, Potion Pong was incredibly fun to write ‘cause I literally transported myself to it and it was like actually living it, even if it was in my head. Also the flying scenes, they’re always fun to write, the race was incredible tbh. 

I love to write the fun banter and the teasing too, it brings me joy. But I bet you could tell I’m one for the teasing from the very first chapters of Gilded Constellations. 

Nina fancies Reader, right? She does. I just need a yes. I already know that 😌 

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Can you share any behind-the-scenes trivia or Easter eggs that readers might not have noticed in your story?

I feel like there’s a lot of behind-scenes I shared so far but I guess I could share a few pics of my organization systems. Things like…

Your schedule: 

The cover:

Some of you have already been theorizing about it too, you can look at some of those theories over here, and here, and also here.

Alt Covers I designed but weren't chosen:

Something you might not know:

GC is also available on Wattpad and AO3. The AO3 chapters usually drop like 30 minutes or an hour before Tumblr because it's easier to post there. And the Wattpad releases are actually way behind in comparison (there isn't much engagement over there).

Some Shots of my Plot notebook (0 spoilers): 

And also, have you noticed the special little thing in the names of the chapters? 10 housepoints to whoever notices

I just thought of this, but what if we make a little housepont system and from things that you guys guess of the story you get housepoints and then we have a houseprice in the end? OMG I'd love to do this, if you're on tell me your house in the comments. So far Sytherin would have like 40 points just beacuse of dear @cometsghost and I'm not sure what is @blacksgarden house but they would also have like 40 pts.

How do you stay motivated and inspired to keep writing, especially in moments when you might experience writer's block?

It may or may not be healthy, but I just force myself to type? I never really have writer’s block, rather I’d call it writer’s overload. It’s when I’m running through so many possibilities in my head and I can’t pick which is the one I want to go through with. So I keep thinking about it and I don’t type. Which is why I just force myself to type, more often than not I’ll end up writing something I really like. 

And as for the motivation, honestly just getting to see my boys again. To be able to submerge back into Hogwarts, that’s enough motivation. I seriously get an urge to go back because I miss them. It's kinda crazy. Like I might be chilling at home and suddenly the thought “I wish I was at Hogwarts” crosses my mind, not even joking. 

The other motivation is finishing my book so I can get a printed version to place in my bookshelf and show it off. Not that anyone would know what it is, but I’d know, which is enough, hehe. And also to be a better writer, they say you should write every single day, which is kind of what I’m attempting to do with GC. By writing a chapter every week, I literally force myself to write every single day, even if just a couple of words. 

Can we have cute moments with Remus? uuuh, Will he be cute when she notices that she really likes him?

Yes! We can have all the cute moments with Remus. Even before they all notice they’re into each other, we’re gonna have so many cute moments because even if Reader is dating Sirius I can’t leave my beautiful boy on the sidelines. Besides, how can I torture him if he doesn’t get a taste of how good it would be to be with them? 

What can readers look forward to in the next chapters, and do you have any long-term plans or goals for GCs development?

Angst. Don’t hate me for this. But also comfort, and some fun little adventures and then a bit more angst, hehe…

Well, that’s the end of the questions I got sent ahead. Hope you enjoyed this rollercoaster of a Q&A. If you have any more, or if my answers have provoked further questions, then by all means, share them with me, I’d love to be able to interact with you a bit more. 

Love ya, Lily xx

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Imagine Beomgyu teasing you constantly and you assume it’s because he doesn’t like you when actually it’s just the opposite...

You were a member of fromis_9 and of course knew some of your fellow label mates. You were friends with Yeonjun and through him had gotten to know his members but one in particular stood out.

Beomgyu.

You weren't sure why but ever since Beomgyu had first met you he had an obsession with teasing you. Sometimes it'd be over small things like making fun of your song or mimicking your line over and over again. Other times it would be more embarrassing like the time you mispronounced a word during a promotion circuit interview and he laughed hysterically about it for five minutes and wouldn't stop bringing it up. Yeonjun had told you that was how Beomgyu was. That he was just very playful and loved to tease but it honestly felt like he just had it out for you, like he actually disliked you and was trying to upset you. You kept wondering what you'd done to make him hate you so much. Had you offended him? Was he upset you were over at his dorm so much and he wanted you to stop coming around? You wondered it every time he was around but got nowhere. It had gotten to the stage where you were now nervous around Beomgyu because you expected him to make fun of you at any moment. Your members were aware of this and so were constantly on the look out at work or at award shows.

You were heading back to your dressing room with your members when your leader Saerom paused. "Erm not to worry you but Beomgyu is up ahead". "What!" you cried "I can't deal with him right now I really can't". "Well he's right by our dressing room door leaning on the wall so we could pretend we've forgotten something and go walk around for a bit?". You knew your members were tired because you'd just performed but they were all so nice they would walk around with you. You couldn't do that to them so shook your head "no come on...maybe he won't say anything". Of course he did. "Hey y/n that was a great performance" he called. "Thanks" you replied but he wasn't done. "I especially like that move at the end, what do you call it?" and he began imitating when you almost fell over laughing his head off. "Ha ha" you replied and rushed into your dressing room slamming the door. TxT won an award and Yeonjun texted you saying they were having a celebration at their place. You and the girls went but the minute you walked in you saw Beomgyu and regretted your decision. Yeonjun came to greet you but Beomgyu beat him to it. "Welcome ladies" he smiled "drinks are in the kitchen, snacks are on the tables and ow y/n be careful there are lots of potentially slippery places" before laughing. You sighed and Yeonjun shot you an apologetic look. "I'll do my best" you replied and walked away. Yeonjun came over with you and patted your arm "y/n just ignore him, he likes getting a reaction" and you nodded "I know but it's hard". Yeonjun had noticed your reaction to Beomgyu's teasing and tried to help, distracting Beomgyu or ensuring you were never left alone with Beomgyu and tried giving his member subtle signs to back off but it didn't work. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself and smiled. "Better?" Yeonjun asked. You nodded and went to speak when you were cut off by a change in music. Beomgyu had put your latest song on and was mocking it in front of a crowd of people who laughed. He was singing your parts and you sighed "you know I don't think this was a good idea, I'm going to hear off". Yeonjun frowned "no! Y/n you deserve to let some steam off and party". "Yeah but I don't think that's what I'd be doing tonight but thank you for inviting me. I'm just going to go home and sleep" and you discreetly exited through the back door so Beomgyu wouldn't see. Yeonjun was upset all night about you leaving early and he couldn't stop thinking about it even hours later. Once the party had ended the members all happened to be sat together in different stages of drunkenness. Beomgyu was pretty drunk but Yeonjun was almost sober. They were discussing everyone who came tonight and Soobin frowned "I never got to say hi to Y/n". "Y/n was here?" Kai asked "I didn't even see her". "She left early because she's so borrrring" Beomgyu called loudly and the members chuckled slightly but Yeonjun didn't find it so funny. "Why are you so hard on her?" he asked and Beomgyu paused "I'm not hard on her". "Yes you are, you're actually really horrible and mean to her". Beomgyu laughed "no I'm not, you need to learn to take a joke". "It's not a joke if it upsets someone!" Yeonjun said getting angry and sensing this Soobin sat up "why don't we wind down for the night?" but Beomgyu was also aggravated. "I'm not upsetting anyone I'm joking! If y/n didn't like it she'd tell me". "Would she?" Yeonjun asked "because you're such good friends? You've been nothing but horrible to her since you first met her, do you really think she'd confide in you?". "Oh and she confides in you all the time right?" Beomgyu retorted "because you're so close, are you two together or something?". Yeonjun frowned confused where this was coming from and why Beomgyu said that with such malice. "What no but even if we were why would you be so upset..." when he realised. It all made sense! Beomgyu always teased people for some sort of reaction but mainly attention and so he teased you because he wanted you to interact with him. Beomgyu liked you! Yeonjun realised his theory was right because after his last question the room went silent awkwardly. The members all looked to Beomgyu who had gone very pale and didn't know what to say. "You like Y/n" Yeonjun said and Beomgyu glared "you'd love that wouldn't but no I couldn't care less about her" and he stormed from the room. The members all turned to Yeonjun and he frowned unsure what on earth he'd just discovered. After that Beomgyu wouldn't speak to Yeonjun and his behaviour to both of you changed completely. With Yeonjun he acted like that conversation never happened and there was a cold wall between them. With you, Beomgyu simply left you alone. He didn't comment or initiate any conversation with you and you quickly realised because of how frequently he used to do it. You asked Yeonjun if something had happened but he said nothing was wrong. Yeonjun couldn't explain you without telling you how Beomgyu felt so he decided to just not say anything. He was going to try and repair things with Beomgyu but things were too tense right now and they needed time to settle. So he played dumb telling you he didn't know and you believed him. However it wasn't just Beomgyu's behaviour towards you that had changed, his whole personality had. He was quieter as a whole and instead of being at the centre of the party he could now be found on the outskirts avoiding the whole thing, if he was even there. He'd been less social lately and this had been the first party you'd seen him at in months. It was odd but you thought Beomgyu disappearing would've brought you solace but it didn't. You cared quite a lot about your fellow idols and knew something was wrong with Beomgyu. Plus you believed he wasn't a bad person really and didn't like seeing him sad even after your conflicting past with him. You were sure it was just a rough patch that every idol went through and that Beomgyu would bounce back. You kept eagerly watching to see him smiling and bounding around like he usually did but nothing. You watched him at your current party. A girl came up and asked him to dance but he shook his head and went to sit in the corner with his drink. You knew he'd only come tonight because Taehyun had asked him to and it was clear he was uncomfortable here. "Is he okay?" you asked Soobin who nodded "Beomgyu?" he asked after a pause “yeah he's fine, why?". "He just seems quieter than usual" you replied and Huening Kai nodded "yeah that's probably because Yeonjun killed his confidence". Soobin shot Huening a look but he didn't see it. "What?" you asked and Huening frowned "didn't Yeonjun mention they had a huge argument about you?". "Kai!" Soobin called and he froze "he didn't...". "Nope" you said "what was it about?". Soobin sighed "sorry Y/n but you need to ask Yeonjun" and so you nodded and went to find your friend. Yeonjun could tell from your face something was wrong and the second you asked about the argument he frowned and explained. "I had no idea that was why Beomgyu was acting that way and I've tried reconnecting with him but he doesn't want to know. He's hurt and thinks I was telling him you weren't interested in him but I thought he was bullying you!". It was a lot to process but one main thing stood out "Beomgyu likes me?". Yeonjun nodded "yeah and I totally should've seen it earlier, he only teases people who he wants attention from. I thought he only did that with members but apparently it extends to crushes too". You shook your head still in disbelief but the more you thought about it the more it made sense. Beomgyu had a cheeky personality and he would be the type to poke at someone he liked. Then when it sunk in Beomgyu did like you, you felt...good. Beomgyu was such a unique and lively person you were surprised he liked you of all people and wondered why. What about you had attracted such a confident fun person's feelings? You felt quite flattered and also a little excited? Now you knew where Beomgyu's behaviour towards you came from it changed your perspective and allowed you to admit why it had hurt so much thinking Beomgyu hated you...because you liked him. Before you met them, Beomgyu had been your favourite in TxT and not just for his personality. Yes he was funny and confident but you also thought he was incredibly beautiful and loved his looks. You'd been really nervous to meet him in particular when you joined the company and that’s why his apparent dislike of you stung even more. It hurts when someone you don't like dislikes you but hurts way more when it’s someone you do like. However now you knew the truth it got your brain spinning and Yeonjun noticed. "Y/n? I know that expression, what's going on?". You paused "I...I like that Beomgyu likes me" and blushed. Yeonjun froze "wait Y/n do you like him too? I thought you hated him". "I hated him because I thought he hated me but now I know he doesn't...I never disliked him when I joined the company. I actually thought he was really cute". Yeonjun's jaw dropped and he grinned "omg this is like some K-drama shit and I'm going to have so much fun with it". You shook your head "no way you've caused enough drama, this is between me and Beomgyu" and Yeonjun smirked "go get him y/n" making you blush. Beomgyu was still sat on his own across the room when you re-joined the party and after taking a breath you walked over to him. "Hi, can I sit?" you called when Beomgyu didn't see you approach. When he did look up he jumped "y/n?". You nodded "I've got some things I'd like to talk to you about" and Beomgyu nodded "okay" and moved over so you could sit at the table with him. He put his phone away but wouldn't meet your eye and you hated how upset and shaken he was. It's horrible to see a confident happy person lose their spark so you decided to get right to it. "I like you" you said and that made Beomgyu look at you. His eyes shot up to you and he blinked "what?". "I like you" you repeated "before I joined the company I of course knew TxT and you were my favourite". Beomgyu's eyes widened "you’re being serious?". You nodded "yes but there's been some misunderstandings, I realise by how I've acted towards you that might not have come across". Beomgyu shook his head "yeah not really" and you nodded" that's because I thought you hated me". "What!" Beomgyu cried "y/n that's crazy I..." then he blushed "I like you too" and you smiled. "That’s the misunderstanding. I never realised you were teasing me so much to flirt with me, I thought you were doing it to make fun of me and that's why I never responded". Beomgyu shook his head "yeah Yeonjun made me aware my jokes weren't as light as I planned and y/n I'm so sorry. I'd never tease someone to hurt them but I know I didn't make that clear enough. I feel horrible for any pain or upset I’ve caused". You shook your head "it's okay...I just felt uncomfortable to have all your attention solely on me. I'm quite introverted even if I don't appear that way and so I overthink everything someone says to me and how I appear to other people. I can be oversensitive sometimes". Beomgyu shook his head "no this wasn’t you being oversensitive. Since Yeonjun said it I’ve been thinking over my action and I think anyone would interpret them how you did. I totally didn’t think how they'd appear and I’m truly really sorry y/n". You smiled "it's okay, I was pretty happy when I found out the real reason why you were acting like that" and Beomgyu blushed "yeah I've liked you since your group first debuted". "Really?" you asked "why!" and Beomgyu smiled "well the first thing we saw of your group was those profiles you filled out. I remember thinking you looked really pretty and intimidating but then I read your profile and realised you were actually really nice and pretty cool. You mentioned how you're nerdy and like cartoons which I liked, I also like your taste in music. You admitted you know nothing about cool stuff like fashion or cars and I loved how proudly you said that. Then when they asked what you do on a day off all your members said really extroverted things and you said stay home without any hesitation. Since that interview I was hooked and I don't get crushes easily but when I do they don't go away". You blushed and Beomgyu smiled which was such a beautiful sight it made you smile. "I like you y/n and if I haven't ruined everything would you maybe like to leave here and go and get a coffee with me?" Beomgyu asked. You blushed once again and nodded "I'd love to".

“I’ll always be there for you.”

                                     Mycroft x reader

words: 1775

google docs pages: 3

warnings: slight mentions of trauma response, memories of trauma, comfort?

opening: You come home to Mycroft after the events from the start of “The final problem.” and find the terrorized older Holmes brother. 

AN// I wish I could write more of him, but it’s hard to get ideas that would make somewhat of a long fanfic. Reader can be any gender!

                       “I’ll always be there for you.”

You watched the dark streets pass as the cab was moving. After work had ended and you had gotten back home, it didn’t take long for you to realise Mycroft had forgotten to buy groceries. And because he was nowhere to be seen, you took it upon yourself to go and get some food. You didn’t blame him though, he had an important job that took up most of his time, so forgetting to buy groceries a couple of times wasn’t a big deal. Your job wasn’t as important as his, which gave you time to do extra things like buying food when something like this happened.

The cab soon stopped and the driver stepped out of the vehicle. He opened the door for you, only closing it after you had stepped out of the black car. The driver had been personally assigned to you, so no payment was required. The man was paid through Mycroft, so you made your way to the apartment, fiddling with the keys for a while before the right one hit your gaze. Opening the door swiftly, you heard the cab drive away before you stepped through the threshold. The warmth of the house greeting you with an embrace.

The apartment was quite badly lit up at the moment. The hallways pushing out pitch black shadows that slithered across the wooden floors, before the light from a lap hit it, making the shadow back down.

You brought the bags to the kitchen, dropping them on the table with a deep sigh. It only now came to you that Mycroft was still nowhere to be seen. Normally it wouldn’t have been odd to not see him for a couple days even, but even then he would always call or text you about that. He hadn’t sent you anything today, the only time you had seen him was early this morning. Even with your deducing skills, you assumed that he must have been at home. So, with that you left the bags on the kitchen table and went to look for the man. You called out for him a couple times, but there was no response. The darkness and the absence of your husband had begun to creep you out, that being the reason why you started to turn on more lights to fight off the darkness. Not even noticing you'd done that before the hallway was fully lit up.

The hallways slowly led you to the door that led to your and Mycroft’s bedroom. Your hand reached for the handle, slowly pulling it down. It only now occurred to you that if there was an intruder in the house, you didn’t have anything to protect yourself with, but it was too late to turn back now. The door opened slowly and quietly, revealing yet another badly lit up room. But even through the darkness you could see a man sitting on the side of the bed. He was holding onto something that resembled an umbrella, which was enough for you to decide that it must have been the man you had been looking for, Mycroft.

When the light from the hallway finally reached the man, he turned around swiftly, pointing the sword part of the umbrella at the person standing by the door. You took a quick step back, internally knowing that he would never intentionally hurt you, but just in case. “Mycroft, it’s me.” You said, putting your hands up as a sign that you didn’t mean any harm. The action made him lower the sword and let out a shaky breath. You had rarely ever seen him like this, since he almost always showed the icy cold side of himself. Rarely even showing physical affection to you, dropping in oldschool petnames when he talked to you to replace most of the touches he often felt uncomfortable making. You took a couple steps forward, just close enough to the bed that you were able to turn on one of the lamps from the nightstand.

As the lamp lit up more of the room, you could now also see the state Mycroft was in. He couldn’t hide in the shadows anymore, not fight the terrors he had gone through in his mind again alone. His gaze was on the floor while he was leaning on his arms. He looked shaken, like he had seen a ghost. This only worried you more, knowing that this was a man who rarely ever got this frightened by anything. He was well protected, almost never had to do any field work and because of that he was easily the most calm and collected person you knew.

You sat down on the bed as well, sitting quietly next to the man for a while without saying a word. The silence was draining energy out of you, making you anxious. “What happened?” You asked quietly, turning to look at him in hopes to see how he was feeling. If maybe sitting down with him had been a mistake. This was no use though, his face was almost impossible to read, but you could still tell something was terribly wrong.

It took him long to form something to say, to describe what he had just seen and gone through, but you allowed him to think all of it through. “Brother dear found out about his sister.” He said while rubbing his hands over his face, letting the umbrella fall on the floor with a thud. Mycroft rarely ever talked about a sister being in the Holmes family, but you had heard him talk about someone called ‘redbeard’. You didn’t want to push him with questions about this mysterious sibling, but instead try to get him to tell you what he had seen to get so frightend. “How did he find out? You never even told me.” You asked, tilting your head a little. “I told him.” Was all he said, not giving you much to work with. “What do you mean?” Your voice asked without giving you time to think if the question was appropriate. “He put up a whole show in order to find out. Bringing up memories from the past, and using reactions as clues to find out the truth.” He said with a monotone voice. You could see his eyes move every now and then, almost as he was reliving the events he had just experienced in his mind. The view hurt, and even without thinking you put your hand on this thigh gently. You felt him tense up at the contact, but it didn't last long. He was used to you being touchy every now and then, but this time he eased out faster due to how exhausted he was. “I wish I could understand, I can see you’re frightened.” You said, trying to make eye contact with him, furrowing your brows in worry. “John convinced him to play the whole pantomime on me.” He mumbled mostly to himself, finally lifting his head off of his hands for a moment. You bit your cheek, trying to hold yourself back from asking more questions. “But I suppose if Sherlock now knows, you should too.” Mycroft sighed before continuing. “We have a younger sister, but she was different from us from the start. She was interested in Sherlock from the beginning, picking on him. Her final act was something horrid she did to the only friend Sherlock ever had.” The man took a break from talking, this part clearly being something that still haunted him. You didn’t say anything, letting him take time to talk again. “Sherlock’s mind hid the original memory, replacing him with a memory of a dog that got lost. Over the years I've kept testing if he remembers her by using cue words, but before today he hasn’t been able to remember.” Mycroft finally got to the end, seeming like it had taken a lot of energy to talk about the past. On the other hand, you were finally able to understand what had happened, having more to work with. “He shouldn’t have found out this way.” You mumbled, feeling bad for the both of them. Mycrtoft took such careful care of his younger brother, keeping an eye on him constantly and making sure that he was alright. It must have felt bad that for all he did for Sherlock, this is what he alway got back. It was as if Sherlock was blinded in some way, not being able to see the time and effort his brother put in him. The man had a very important job which required a lot of his time, but the free time he had he spent looking over Sherlock.

Mycroft had been there for Sherlock since the beginning, always being there for him if he ever needed help. You thought it was foolish of him to be so ignorant towards Mycroft, knowing how caring he could be of those he viewed as important. He would do anything to keep his brother safe from harm's way. Mycroft shook his head. “Apparently she got out of the facility I put her in. We’re all in danger now.” The man said, turning to look at you for the first time since you arrived there. There was a tint of fear in his eyes, but it soon disappeared when he realised how you were analysing his behaviour. Knowing you were not the best at hiding your intentions. “What do you suggest we do?” You asked, giving him free hands. He knew his sister and what she was capable of, so trusting him was all you could do. “As John requested, the safest place is unfortunately in 221B Baker street, I’m afraid.” Mycroft said, getting up from the bed and without another word picking up the sword he had dropped. His actions making your palm slide off of his leg. You followed his actions, getting up as well. “I trust you.” You said, getting a little closer to him. A lot less of an uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you before he spoke up. “Thank you for being here,” his quiet voice said, only his back staring back at you. But you knew the weight of his words. “I’ll always be there for you. You need and deserve someone as well.” You said with a slight smile, carefully hugging him to see if he was open for a hug. To your surprise he hugged you back, mumbling something under his breath. “I’ll call the driver, we’ll leave soon.” Mycroft said gently, voice a little more hushed as he was closer to you. His confidence seemed to have returned.

Rabbit

Print/Trinket Universe

~1400 words

Warning: Dehumanization

Summary:  When Xander finds Grayson in danger, he reacts with a level of protectiveness that neither of them is fully prepared for. (Pre-relationship Xander/Grayson 💖)

@marydublinauthor​ 🌸

Read more Xander/Grayson here 💕

“Let me go!”

If Xander hadn’t been passing the doorway at that moment, he wouldn’t have heard Grayson’s frantic voice. He’d heard Grayson sound nervous plenty of times, but never so frightened. Xander bolted into the room, gripping the doorframe tightly with one hand as he assessed what was going on.

A man in a black t-shirt held Grayson around the middle. His arms were pinned to his sides, and his legs kicked fiercely. It was never lost on Xander how small prints were, but he had gotten used to Grayson and Everly’s casual presence. Seeing Grayson handled so carelessly made Xander lock up in silent rage.

“I’m telling you—I work for the band!” Grayson’s words came through gasping breaths. He couldn’t fucking breathe. “I was j-just looking for a quiet place to get work done before the show—”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” the man snapped. “Next time you talk, I want the goddamn truth.”

“Hey!” Xander didn’t shout, but his tone was enough to make the man turn around with a start. “The fuck are you doing?”

The guy’s nametag read “Stan.” When their gazes locked, Stan’s hard and defensive glare made it obvious that he had no idea who Xander was. Maybe it had something to do with Xander being a potential threat that would take more than a tight fist to restrain.

“Who the hell are you?” Stan lifted his hand higher like a Grayson was a misplaced object. “Is this thing with you?”

Xander dug his fingers into the doorframe so hard that he imagined the wood splintering. This thing. This thing. This thing. He took a step forward, glowering. “Xander Dalton. My face may not be plastered all over the place like Micah, but I play bass, dumbass.”

Stan blanched. “M-Mr. Dalton! My bad. I didn’t—sorry, I didn’t know—” He swallowed hard and glanced at Grayson, some of his nerve returning. “I don’t know how he got in, but—”

“I do,” Xander said coolly. “He’s our tour accountant. How about you ask before you grab? Put him down.”

Mortified, Stand did as he was told. He set Grayson down on a nearby black crate. The situation could have ended there, with Grayson clutching his chest and catching his breath as he staggered away from the possibility of being snatched again. But Stan had to go and keep his mouth running.

“You can never be too careful, you know,” he said in a lower voice as though Grayson couldn’t hear every word. “You’ve heard the news, right? All these Rebellion attacks popping up, out of nowhere. It’s unusual to see a print unaccompanied, especially around here. It’s downright suspicious. Might wanna think about keeping a shorter leash on him.”

Xander didn’t think. He reacted.

As Stan walked by him, Xander clocked him in the face. It wasn’t the best punch he’d thrown—the moment his fist connected, his knuckles electrified with pain. Playing wouldn’t be easy tonight.

“Might wanna think about shutting the fuck up if you wanna hang on to all your teeth,” Xander said.

He was ready when Stan didn’t simply slink away. No, the guy was a hothead and even more reactive than Xander. Stan lunged instinctively, fist raised for payback, but Xander dodged around the jab easily. He grabbed Stan by the throat and shoved him into the doorframe. Blood trickled down his wide-eyed face. His nose was crooked and swollen.

Xander’s fingers tightened around his neck. “You know, I’ve broken a lot of bones,” he said calmly. “Just not my own. So unless you wanna leave here in an ambulance, I suggest you take the rest of the night off. Think you can swing that?”

Stan nodded jerkily. Xander released him and shoved him out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Even as silence settled in, Xander breathed heavily. He might get in trouble. He might not. Whatever the case, he didn’t regret it.

When he turned back to the tour crate, Grayson became very still.

“You okay?” Xander asked, approaching with the casual gait of someone who hadn’t just threatened another person’s life.

Grayson took a step back from Xander’s approach. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Well, I am, so…” He wouldn’t meet Xander’s gaze.

It was just like the first few months they had known each other—when Grayson had been too nervous to look him directly in the eye. When every little movement in his direction seemed to ignite his fight or flight mode.

“I thought we were past this,” Xander muttered.

Grayson wet his lips, gaze firmly pointed downward. “What?”

Xander sighed. Fight or flight—which one would Grayson choose this time? Neither was preferable. Xander dragged a chair from the far wall and took a seat in front of the crate to show that he wasn’t letting this one go. There was only one way to get the truth out of Grayson when he was this shaken. Xander reached out, gingerly, guiding Grayson’s chin with a fingertip. Their eyes met.

“Rabbit,” Xander said.

Grayson’s lips pressed tightly together. Rabbit. It was their secret word. An accusation, a command, and a plea, all rolled into two syllables. Xander had come up with it when he’d grown tired of the careful mask Grayson wore around him. Rabbit meant no bullshit. Say exactly what’s on your mind, no consequences.

“What do you want me to say, Xan?” Grayson placed a hand on Xander’s finger and gave a half-hearted shrug. “You almost strangled someone for me. You’re just… You’re a sigh to behold sometimes.”

“Is that code for ‘scary’?”

Grayson hesitated, then gave a small nod. No bullshit.

“Sorry.” Xander pulled his fingertip away from Grayson’s face and delicately touched his shoulder. “You hurt?”

“There might be bruises later, but nothing major.” Grayson’s dark eyes closely followed the trail of Xander’s touch as it made its way down his side.

Xander drew a slow, steady breath. “He could’ve broken your ribs.” He could have broken all of you.

For a long moment, Grayson stood unnaturally still, struggling for words. “Why did you do that?”

“Why’d I stop that guy from breaking your spine? Seriously?”

“You did more than that.” Grayson wouldn’t break eye contact now. “He was already walking away when you swung. If… if he starts spreading rumors that you’re a little too protective of prints… Especially with everything that’s happening out there… Why did you do that?”

“Oh, my God. You’re kidding me.” Xander snatched his hand an inch from Grayson and looked straight up at the ceiling with a groan. “How are you so smart but so dumb? You know what? Forget it.” He stood and started to pull away.

Grayson grabbed his finger, even knowing that the action could send him falling to the floor. Xander froze and gently tried to tug himself free, but that only made Grayson hold on tighter. He dug his heels against the crate like that might make any real difference if Xander wanted to leave.

“Rabbit,” Grayson snapped in the harshest tone Xander had ever heard from him.

A jolt ran up Xander’s spine. In all their time with that code, Grayson had never been the one to invoke it. His small face was set with determination—a sort of boldness that he rarely had the courage to direct against Xander.

“Why did you do it?” Grayson repeated.

Xander didn’t know what Grayson was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what came next.

Bracing his other hand on the table, Xander leaned down and kissed him.

Grayson let go of his finger and went absolutely still. Xander pushed his hand forward to brace him from behind. He didn’t grab Grayson, didn’t hold him in place. Just kept him from falling back. And Grayson made no move to pull away—after a second, he leaned into the kiss feverishly. Tiny hands pulled at Xander’s jaw in an attempt to tug him in closer.

But their desperate affection was fleeting.

Far too soon, Xander made himself break away. Grayson stumbled forward and fell on hands and knees. He panted as he stared up glassily.

“Just ‘cause,” Xander said with a brittle laugh.

He turned on his heel and made his escape. As he yanked the door open and stepped out, his heart pounded so hard that felt like he might choke on his own pulse.

((Author’s note:  Pre-relationship Xander and Grayson bring me so much joy and sadness :') They may not think their first kiss was under the most romantic circumstances--but honestly, what's more romantic than making out with your giant crush after they save you??))

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @thesingularityseries ❤️

I'm checking in with another snippet from Chapter 2 of John and Sabrina's AU where he goes (or more like tries) to visit his client in prison while she is doing her best to minimize their encounter. Leslie ain't buying it. ❤️

John stared at the endless field in front of him, checking his watch on instinct for probably the millionth time as his driver let out a string of hushed curses while he changed the flat tire the car got somewhere on Interstate 5. An irrational part of him felt like vaulting over the fence that separated the highway from the surrounding land and simply… walking off. Wondered how it would feel to be in the middle of nowhere, in a place where nobody would be around to hear the angry outburst he fought to keep under control. After messing up and texting Sabrina by mistake, he had eventually gotten dressed, dragged himself down to the lobby to report the broken shower in his room and ask for them to arrange a car for him. The man at the reception desk had been less welcoming and helpful than the woman that had checked him in, telling him that he would send someone over to fix the issue without being able to give him an answer as to when. On top of that headache, he had spent the next 30 minutes waiting for his driver to show up in front of the hotel, the delay making him wish he had his own car there so he wasn't at the mercy of others. Thanks to that now even after leaving early to make sure he would have enough time to travel to the State Penitentiary, he was tethering on the edge of being late, stuck halfway across his destination.

"Almost done, sir.", the younger man announced behind him, "We'd be back on the road in a jiffy." A couple of minutes later he finally walked around the car, still dusting off his pants from kneeling down on the ground and signaled for John they were ready to leave. "So…", the man started in an attempt to break the ice as he climbed in the backseat and pointed his gaze out of the window again, "Who are you visiting in OSP?" "I'm not at liberty to talk about that.", John retorted quickly and pulled out his phone, hoping he would appear busy so the man would give up on the small talk. It was for that same reason he hadn't made an effort to even ask about his name. He had no doubt if he was to say he was representing Nathaniel Mooney that the driver would be tempted to abandon him on the side of the road after calling him any awful word available in his dictionary. He avoided the man's curious stare in the rearview mirror, keeping his eyes glued to his phone screen as he opened Sabrina's last message. Don't text her anything else. Don't. It's just going to make everything worse. But his fingers had other ideas, already typing up a text.

John: I'm sorry about earlier.

Minutes passed where the driver whistled along to "Only You" as it played on the radio, and where no answer came through from Sabrina. She's at work, probably busy. Do I even care if she's taken the text meant for Penny the wrong way? I don't. Yes, I don't. Yet the giddiness he felt when his phone finally chirped with a message told him otherwise.

Sabrina: How's your day? Any more criminals posing as drivers?

John: No, but I am meeting with an alleged criminal in a couple of minutes. So, pray, I don't get stabbed.

Sabrina: Now you have me worried… just keep an eye on him and make sure any sharp objects are out of his reach.

John: You're saying I can't show him my collection of knives?

Sabrina: Essentially. And let me know you've made it out alive, I guess.

A smile broke free at her replies and the fact she seemed unbothered by what had happened. They gave him hope he still had a chance. A chance for what? "We're here, sir.", the driver said, making him realize the rest of his drive had passed in a haze, all thanks to her, "Welcome to Salem." John looked his watch, "And on time, thank you." "Of course. I will be waiting to drive you back to Portland." He exited the car after giving him a nod, leaving him to wait in the parking lot as he headed for the entrance of the penitentiary, its pale yellow facade standing out against stark blue of the cloudless sky. John gingerly climbed the U-shaped staircase, promising himself with each step that he would succeed what the other attorneys before him had failed at. He squared his shoulders and pushed past double doors that led inside, his measured footsteps drawing the attention of some of the visitors that were waiting in line for the metal detectors. As one person after another passed through, he shut down the urge to shift in place or worry about the state of his suit. Not how I imagined this would go, exactly. As the detectors kept going off and hindering his progress forward, he reassured himself over and over again that he'd make it in time for the meeting.

"Next.", a male deputy directing the visitors in his line gestured for him to step forward. His briefcase made it on the conveyor belt first, passing through the scanner as he covered the rest of the distance to the walk through metal detector. One step, followed by anothed. Silence. He had almost made it on the other side, or at least his shoe had before the alarm sounded. "I need you to walk back and through the detector again, please.", the officer instructed, and he complied, going through slowly only for the blaring noise to repeat again. "One more time. Slowly.", the man gestured patiently while he let out a tired sigh as he turned on his heel and attempted the walk for the third time. For fuck's sake. He had nothing on him that could potentially set off the detector. "Step forward.", the deputy beckoned, "I need to pat you down. You have the right to refuse-" "I'm a lawyer, I know my rights.", John interjected quickly, then added in a calmer tone, "You have my permission." Refusing a pat down meant he'd be turned down from his visit. The man nodded, "Arms out. Feet apart." He followed the instructions, having been through a couple of in-person meetings with other clients in prison already. The frisk felt like it had lasted an eternity until the deputy finally declared he could gather his things and proceed to the waiting area where other visitors had already taken a seat after checking in about their appointments.

"Next in line.", an older female officer called out for him eventually once he took his place in that line. "Name of AICs?" "Good morning, I have a scheduled meeting with Nathaniel Mooney.", the anticipated look of displeasure appeared in her eyes before his usual charm even had a chance to kick in. "Another one. How long are you gonna last?", she mumbled under her breath as she typed away on the computer in front of her, the remark loud enough only for him to hear. He didn't let the words strip away at the slight smile he had offered her initially, the push-back and borderline loathing were expected with the task of representing defendants like Mooney. Instead of simply gesturing him to take a seat and wait for his name to be called, the deputy sent him a strange look before picking up the phone receiver. "Yes. Mooney. Okay. I will tell him to take a seat." "Is everything in order, Officer Gale?", John asked carefully the second she hung up. A bored look was all he got as response before she slid a visitor badge over to him, then muttered, "Yes. Please take a seat. Next."

John clutched his bag and headed for a vacant seat next to a well-dressed redhead, checking his watch as he sat down and slipped the plastic encased pass over his head. Almost time. A slender, manicured hand appeared from his left, "Can't say I was expecting I would be meeting the man representing Nathaniel Mooney today." He turned, meeting the green gaze of the woman next to him before he grabbed her hand for a handshake. "John Duncan.", the introduction was made in the usual tone reserved for other attorneys and potential clients. Everything about the redhead, including her smile, appeared calculating when she squeezed his hand, and he couldn't help but wonder if she had her sights set on his case and testing the waters, "Candice Donovan." The name gave him a pause, immediately making him think of Sabrina, then he shook off the thought, reminding himself he had to stay focused. It's just a surname. His hand returned to his knee as he leaned back in his chair and trained his eyes forward, feeling her gaze remaining on him still. "Rumor is, the last one ran out of here crying. Poor girl. Not everyone is built for our field of work.", the woman whispered, "Though, I've never had a particular taste for criminal law. So messy… bloody even.", the last part felt loaded, heavy, yet she casually recrossed her legs before letting out a quiet laugh and passing him a business card. Blue eyes darted to the matching badge nestled against her champagne colored silk blouse with a perfectly tied bow close to her neckline, "And yet here you are." "Oh, no, Mr. Duncan,", her voice lowered like she was letting him in on a little secret, "I'm meeting the man on top of this food chain, not one of his subjects."

"Donovan.", an officer called out her name. "And that's my cue. Good luck, darling.", she got up, smoothing down her black skirt before she picked up her bag Hermès bag off the ground next to her chair. Her nude high heels clicked away as she approached the man waiting to escort her, swooping into charming him next. He granted a final look at the business card and slipped it inside his bag. Over the years, he had met enough women like Candice Donovan, had even been blindsided by their charisma and skilled tongues, had made the mistake of getting involved with a couple on a personal level when he was first starting in the field. The type that would frown at "the bloodiness" of law, yet be secretly the first to sense the blood in the water and strike. John spent the next couple of minutes watching the room as visitor's after visitor's name were called, new people taking their vacated seats, Officer Gale warning walk-ins they might be in for a longer wait that day. "Duncan.", a gruff voice broke through the low chatter around him, and he was out of his seat in an instant, straightening his visitor badge on his way to the deputy. The man, wearing a tag that read 'A. Flynn", towered a good few inches over him and gave him a dark stare before muttering, "Follow me."

A black steel bar door buzzed behind him and they were off down a series of white hallways, separated by similar security entryways that got him deeper into the prison. Eventually, the man in front of him came to a stop and gestured to a dark gray door before he swung it open to reveal a small private room, reserved for visits by legal teams, "Take a seat." With that, Officer Flynn left him to get situated and shut the door behind him. John slipped into pulling out all the documents he would need and arranged them in neat piles on the only table in the room. 10 minutes passed, bringing him officially past the reserved time for the meeting with Mooney. The only noise, that would put lesser attorneys on edge as they sat in the tiny sterile space without any windows, was the sound of his watch ticking. Another 15 minutes went by where he started to wonder if something had gone wrong. He set for rearranging the files again, inevitably checking his phone for any messages or calls. Nothing. Rereading Sabrina's last text. A couple of calming breaths. Regretting he had skipped breakfast. No Mooney in sight. 10 more minutes, a terrible sign considering nobody from the personnel had bothered to show their face yet. Something's wrong, indeed.

John rose up, ready to knock on the door and demand an explanation for the delay, when it opened and the same officer that had led him there appeared in the doorway, his large almost frame blocking his view of another man in an uniform. "Counsel, I regret to inform you, the arranged meeting won't be taking place today.", his lips twisted into a dark smirk, no actual regret visible across his features, "Nathaniel Mooney is undisposed." "What is that supposed to mean?", John asked, his eyes narrowing at the man's tone. "I'm meant to escort you out, sir.", the last word was said with complete disdain as Officer Flynn stepped aside and gestured for him to exit the room promptly, "You can schedule a new visit." "You cannot just cancel my client's meeting without any notice." The man crossed his arms over his chest, "Tell that to Mooney, who decided it's a good time to stab an inmate with a fork right before his meeting with his new attorney." "I still think it's inappropriate and violating his rights to deprive him from a consultation with his legal counsel. This is not a family visit you can just deny." "If you have any complaints, you can direct them at Major Sinclair. He's the one that issued the order. All inmates are threated equal here and sanctioned accordingly for not following the rules, Mr. Duncan." "That's-" Just my luck. "Unfortunate for you? Or Mooney?", his tone was bordering on leering as John began to gather his things, "I'm sure the man he put in infirmary, whose eye was almost gouged out thinks the same about himself."

He could only imagine how that would be used by the prosecution at the actual trial, just another testament of his client's violent nature and urges he couldn't control. John straightened his back and picked up his bag, passing by the two officers as he exited the room, and he could tell they were enjoying every second of sending him away without even meeting Mooney. "When exactly did the incident occur?", John inquired while he got sandwiched between the two men on the way back. "If you have any questions, you can set a meeting with Major Sinclair and discuss those.", the younger officer ahead of him, whose name he hadn't had time to observe, grumbled out. It wouldn't have been any surprise if the words were paired with another sly grin. "It was a simple question. You could have called me in advance. Saved me the trip from Portland." "It was a genuine mix-up, sir." "Or karma. Serves you right for representing that bastard.", Flynn mumbled under his breath simultaneously, clearly wanting for John to hear. Hazing. Of course. On the inside, he could feel anger gripping at his chest, looking for an outlet, but he refused to let it out or any of the well-deserved words he wanted to direct their way to be vocalized. He suspected the fork incident had taken place long before that early morning and in reality they must have had time to alert him about the "punishment" bestowed upon his client. Yet nothing of sorts had happened because he in turn was being "punished", too. For doing his job. For accepting the "shitstorm" case. For refusing to cower under their scrutiny and holding his head high. It was bound for this occurance to be just the first one of many. There was a reason, as Candice Donovan reported, that the previous woman representing Mooney had ran out crying, and if past cases were anything to go by, he was willing to bet Nathaniel's nature was only part of the issue. But if people like Officer Flynn or Major Sinclair expected obvious cheap tricks like those would make him withdraw, they were all in for a rude awakening.

John kept his face relaxed as he waited in line yet again, this time to schedule another appointment. His fingers drummed against the surface of the booth in front of him while the woman across typed in his information. "First appointment I can give you is on Monday.", she announced matter-of-factly as his fingers formed a fist. How much he wanted to bang against the glass pane that separated them. To demand to see Mooney right then and there. He did none of that, instead he forced a smile, letting his charm do the work. "M'am, I really need to meet with my client before that. My return flight is in two days." Where the receptionist from the previous night or Penny would have melted at his gentle but still firm tone that reeked of authority, the officer just blinked slowly and said, "There's a 72-hours rule in place, meaning Monday as earliest." "Officer Reece-" "First appointment I can offer you is on Monday, Mr. Duncan.", she repeated before he could even finish his sentence, "Usually you can always come as a walk-in and wait for a slot to open up if there's a cancellation or a no-show, but Nathaniel Mooney has had his visitation rights revoked for 72-hours." "That's ridiculous." "It's the minimum, sir.", Officer Reece explained calmly, "Are you taking the Monday appointment? If not, I'd have to ask to step away while you're considering your options, because there are other people in line behind you." Fuck. He wanted to scream the word out, lose it like he had that morning in the shower. "Yes, Monday it is, then.", he nodded, grateful for his unwavering facade as he took a deep breath. "I'm penciling you in for the afternoon session, 12:15 pm." "Thank you." "Have a great weekend. Next, please.", the woman called in response. Great? The little "mix-up" was going to result him in having to explain to Clive how Mooney had attacked another inmate. To change his flight back to Atlanta, his personal "punishment" Flynn called karma resulting in him having to spend more time in a city that's been nothing but brutal to him from his arrival. Hope his "5 star" hotel had fixed the shower while he was away in Salem and would agree to extend his reservation so he won't have to hunt down for another one. Sure my weekend would be great.

"How is it going?", Leslie muttered as he leaned over Sabrina's shoulder, his attention setting on the footage she had pulled up. She propped up her head on her open palm, "Nothing yet, good news is, though, I'm halfway there." "Chances are even if the camera captured the car, it'd be too dark to make anything out." A sigh broke free when she found her coffee cup empty, "I know. But it's not like we have anything else to go off until we get back the enhanced clip from across the road." "Still, the gas station was a good hunch." It wasn't a "hunch", rather a vision that had led her there, but explaining that in any way that wouldn't make her seem like she had lost her mind, felt impossible, even to Leslie. "Yeah.", she muttered quietly. "How about a break?", Leslie nudged her before walking back to his desk, "We can grab some lunch before the interviews?" "Okay." Just then Oliver walked in with a take-out bag and plopped into his chair with a sign, "Ah, man, I swear I almost fell asleep in line. Damn, if I wouldn't kill for a shower, too." "You could go home, Ollie." The suggestion made him roll his eyes, "Sure, and then hear all about it from Buchanan." Sabrina shook his head, "He won't say anything." "Maybe to the all-stars. Me, on other hand?", he muttered as set on opening his food, "No matter what good old Oliver does… he only complains." "Okay,", Leslie took a look at his watch, "we heading out or what, Rina?" "One second.", she said, taking note of how far along she was before putting her computer into rest mode. By then her partner was already shrugging on his coat. She quickly threw on her jacket as well, then grabbed her bag on the way out. "Have fun, you two.", Oliver called after them as Leslie pulled the door open for her.

"The lawyer…", Parish mumbled the second their waiter had left the table in the small bistro they frequently stopped by for a bite. "My food isn't even here yet." He raised a dark eyebrow, seeing right through the attempt to avoid talking about John for a good few more minutes, "Spill, Rina." "How much did Oliver tell you all really?", she asked slowly. "Told you, he was live texting." "Like what?" She wasn't sure if she actually wanted to know the answer, knowing full well the extend of Oliver's sense of humor and the chaos he loved to cause. "Want to see the messages?" "Not really. Just… are the other guys going to look at me weird?", she was refering for the rest of the Missing Persons team and whoever else they had added to the group chat for the birthday party they had thrown for her months back. "No.", Leslie chuckled, "Now back to the lawyer." "John." "Hm?" "His name is John." A nod, "There we go, a start." "I was headed home, you know, as promised.", her remark got a smile out of him, "Sav would have gone to bed by then…I guess I didn't want to deal with Candice for a couple of extra minutes." "Yeah." Leslie knew the situation pretty well and was among the small group of people that saw through her mother's act.

"I see this well-dressed man in the lobby, staring daggers into unconscious Lenny,", his eyes narrowed at 'well-dressed', but she rushed to wrap up the story, especially seeing how the waiter had emerged from the kitchen and carrying over their meals, "I offered my help, tried to pass him onto Stockton, but he wasn't in…" She paused to mutter a quiet thank you as her plate was placed in front of her and she dug into the food that seemed less appetizing with her stomach in knots. Leslie did the same, taking a bite before nodding at her to continue. "Maxwell said I could write up the report for him since he was stuck across town. The guy-" "John.", Leslie corrected her, "You avoiding saying his name?" "No.", she absolutely was, "John didn't seem quite happy with the idea he'd have to wait hours for Stockton to return or stop by in the morning, so he agreed to sit down with me and get his case started." "Who wouldn't." She chose that moment to take a sip of water, almost choking on it, "Leslie." "I'm just being objective." "Sure.", she cleared her throat, "I marked down everything he could provide as information. He asked to make a phone call and then was on his way." Leslie's lips twisted into a smirk, "You forgot how he shouted, 'she's not my girlfriend' about some girl he called." Sabrina huffed, "Shouted? That's just Oliver's flair for dramatics." Not really, but saying otherwise wouldn't make you drop the subject, will it… "Rina." "Fine, maybe his voice was a bit raised, so what?" "Then?"

She could feel her cheeks heat up, so she looked down to her plate as she scooped up some more rice into her mouth, before replying, "Nothing." The way Leslie rubbed at his beard told her he had sensed a lead and wasn't going to back down, "I'm waiting." "I gave him a ride.", Sabrina brushed her hair out of her face, feeling frustrated at the fact things hadn't stopped there and that she didn't want them to, "He looked… lost. I guess I thought a small act of kindness wouldn't hurt when his day had been nothing but awful. Dropped him off at his hotel. End of story." He opened his mouth to ask more when her phone buzzed with a new text, that made her raise her finger as she opened it.

John: Still alive. Any lunch spots recommendations? The last thing I need right now is food poisoning.

"You're smiling way too much for this to be news from the lab.", Leslie's voice sounded and she looked up, feeling like she had been caught redhanded when she had done nothing wrong, "That him?" She ignored his question, her food quickly becoming forgotten while her fingers typed out a reply.

Sabrina: Depends… If you're looking for a fine dining spot, I won't be your girl.

John: I'm feeling cranky, (probably because I'm) starving, and I trust your judgement, so shoot.

"Rina?", Leslie called her name, tone full of amusement. Her eyes darted up to his before returning to her phone screen, "Yes?" "So he has your number.", it wasn't a question, but rather a statement.

Sabrina: There's a small restaurant, family owned, Italian, two streets from the precinct.

The spot she had recommended him was in the opposite direction of the restaurant where she was currently having lunch with Leslie, wanting to avoid running into him at any cost because she refused to allow things to get more awkward than they already were. She put her phone down, ignoring the fact it vibrated with a reply and turned back to her food. As she raised the fork to her mouth, she could feel Leslie's stare on her, "Yes, he has my number." "You gave it to him or he somehow found it?" "Leslie…" He shrugged, chewing on his food slowly before he pointed his knife at her, "Just doing my part, Rina. Trying to figure out if 'this guy' is a creep or not. So, well?" "I think he took one of my cards off my desk…" "He's texting your work number?" "Yeah." It wasn't a complete lie. "And now he wants?" "A good place to go for lunch." "He asked you out-" "No." "It wasn't a question." Her face scrunched up in confusion, "Nothing about his texts hinted at that, Leslie." He smiled, "Can I see?" "No.", the answer came out way too quickly, causing him to let out a laugh. Just great. Yet handing over her phone and having him see all the previous messages didn't seem like the best idea. Not when he'd insist on John's intentions even more then. Worry about her. "Just trust me on that. He's never been to Portland and considering his luck, he just wanted-" "You're saying that with way too much confidence. Like you know know him." A breathed out a sigh, "Just drop it, please. Change the subject." "Fine.", Leslie nodded, "But I'm telling you, he was asking you out." "And he chose to do it in the most roundabout way possible…why?" "Because he's afraid." It was her turn to chuckle, "Afraid?" "That you will say no, 'break his heart' or more like hurt his ego, considering he's a fancy ass attorney. So instead he's hoping you'd suggest keeping him company first…" Sabrina couldn't help but roll her eyes, "I think Ollie is rubbing off on you." Leslie's gaze shot up to her phone when it buzzed again, "Now, that is him asking you out. He couldn't handle waiting."

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Cloud spotting

Bbc Sherlock

Fluff

It was a bright breezy day. The sky was quite clear as well. It looked as if it was an oil painting done on a canvas, the clouds were floating and the sky was absolutely blue. Sherlock played his violin, a new tune, rather joyous one that he composed for a week and I sat by the table doing my work. I always prefer to listen to music while I'm working, and Sherlock's violin can barely have any competition. And after a few minutes his bow hit the final string. After playing his instrument he looked outside the sky, his eyes expressed well enough how much he was pleased with the weather "hmmm, pleasent isn't it". He muttered.

I lifted my head from my laptop and got up, "let me see" I said walking towards him.

We both stood by the window and watched the clouds floating in the sky. It's something utterly simple, yet effectively pleasent.

That image just popped an idea so dear and personal to me "Have you ever played cloud spotting?" I asked.

He gave a confused glance at me, yet ofcourse he could deduce looking at me how much fascinated I was by the idea "Mm nope" he said, "but that one looks like a cat". He said with a smile pointing to a small fluffy cloud.

"It definitely does, kinda like a dog too". I replied giggling lightly, honestly he'd join into this mad game, I never thought so.

"Yes" he replied and we laughed softly on our own, trying to find more shapes. He was about to get back to his work, as he turned to walk back from the window he saw a small tear drop rolled down my cheek.

Apparently he was baffled, why would someone cry a minute after they laughed, so he asked "Hey, what's wrong?" his voice was filled with concern.

"Oh nothing " I said wiping that tear, obviously the reason was embarrassing, look at him, he can control his emotions the best way possible. And I crying for, perhaps a memory.

"I insist, if something's the matter tell me, we promised to keep no secret." He reminded me the promise we made to eachother. So I had no other way but reveal the reason.

"Don't judge me but When I was a kid, I used to play cloud spotting with my grandparents. I only used to find Pikachu in every cloud, after they died I never played it again, and I just... recalled it so...". I replied, kept looking outside. I knew he isn't good at words, he didn't know what ti say, but his actions speaks louder. Sherlock looked at me with a sympathetic look in his eyes and then he looked at the clouds saying, "you think we can find some more Pikachu in them?".

I looked at him and smiled at his question, ofcourse he knows how to make me smile so I spotted a cloud which definitely didn't look anywhere close to any varient of Pikachu but yet I said, "look, that one does looks a little alike it no?".

"Oh yes it does" he said smiling. He too could see it did not. After a few minutes of random ramblings we both were about to resume to our works until I spotted a balloon vender, "look a balloon vender." I called out, balloons have been fascinating me since I was a child and still haven't gotten over it.

"Oh yeah" he said unbothered, looking at the vendor outside.

"My mum still buys me balloon you know". I said out of nowhere, with him it feels like I can share anything. Hearing this I saw a soft smile curving to his lips, "would you like me to buy you one?".

I turned around to face him with a smile "Well husband, I wouldn't mind".

"Which one" he asked looking at the balloons that the vendor was carrying.

"Pink one please". I said because the pink one was adorable to me.

"Hey excuse me" He said and ran downstairs. I watched him from the window getting me a pink balloon. Then he came and gave it to me, "here you go". And handed me my balloon

"Thanks Mr Holmes." I answered, yet my emotions just felt like storm inside me. I didn't know what and how I felt.

"You're welcome" he said kissing my forehead softly. "I love the child that's still inside you" he said with a comforting smile.

"Do you think you can give me the love that I've been due?" I asked , I was way too emotional with all the things that he did for me.

"Perhaps I can, as you bring me my early youth" he answered smiling then leaning down to kiss my lips. That's how we are I believe, that's how we saved eachother.

I read you idol bad ending and wow, Vil's part was the craziest to me. Like did he have a suspension that reader was pregnant with their child. And the amount of arguments I can see with Rollo calling Mc a harlot. Like, the ain't of drama!

What’s so horrifyingly great about Vil’s bad ending is that you, Vil, and Rollo have varying ideas of who the father is. You’re certain it’s Rollo. Vil’s hoping it’s him. And Rollo knows it has to be him because there’s no one else you’ve had intimate relations with. It’s a gamble on Vil’s part because there’s a chance that Rollo could have gotten you pregnant before he did and then his plan could easily fall apart. But there’s also the chance that that’s his baby inside you.

It’s a plan that takes nine months to come to fruition, but when it does and you and Rollo see a baby who does not resemble him but Vil… What a story that prompts! Rollo would feel so confused and betrayed. He’d think you’ve cheated, while you’re desperately trying to figure out how any of this happened. You don’t ever remember a time in which you were intimate with Vil. Of course you wouldn’t remember, though. Vil’s done well to hide all evidence.

Vil has to be very meticulous about his plan because it could turn sour very quickly. He’s had to consider all sorts of possibilities. Rollo might forgive you and accept the child and then he’d have to try even harder to have you to himself. Rollo might kick you out and you’d have nowhere to go, in which case Vil will swoop in to save you. Rollo might leave you instead. You might try to dig into a situation Vil has worked so hard to hide and obscure. So many issues can arise, which is why he’s spent nine months planning and planning and planning.

Vil is a determined man and a brilliant actor. He can string together a few persuasive lies if need be. He could very well pin it on you. He could blame the pregnancy and everything that revolves around it on you—tell Rollo that it was you who came to him, who tempted and convinced him that nothing would come of it, that it’ll be okay so long as no one finds out. Vil has so many tricks up his sleeves and plenty of masks he can don to fit the scene. This is his stage, after all.

I Don't Deserve You

Notes: So this came out of nowhere. Just an idea that came to me a few days ago and here we are! Also just realizing both of my Dewey fics take place in bed, guess it's just a cozy setting 🤷‍♀️ hope this is some fluffy goodness for you all! (Mind you this was written quickly sort of, but the idea just flowed)

Warnings: One or two curse words, also please let me know if there’s any typos! I rushed a bit out of excitement lol

Pairing(s): Dewey Riley x reader

It was a warm summer night, yet a comfortable coolness hung in the air. And all Dewey could do for a moment was stare at the front door from the car. Would this be it? Would you be mad at him this time? You never were, but he was terrified that would eventually come to pass. That was ok, he told himself.

With a yawn Dewey finally got out of the car and slipped into the house as quietly as he could. You were asleep on the couch and the light from the tv casted a glow across your sleeping form. Usually he'd wake you gently and get you to bed. But he figured after almost two weeks of the same old agenda of getting home so late, he would let you be. He felt sad and guilty. So much had happened and by the time he was done with being out in the field there were piles of reports waiting back at the office. But nonetheless he couldn’t help the tired smile.

Dewey walked into the kitchen, for what reason he knew not. Maybe it was simply that he thought it may inspire him to try and eat a little something before he turned in for the night. On the counter there was a note from you telling him that dinner was in the fridge and that you loved him with a small heart drawn next to your name. But he wasn’t hungry. Just exhausted.

As he made his way to your shared bedroom knowing that he was getting a break for the next few days only made him more tired. No alarm clock going off in the early morning, no hustling around trying to get dressed whilst trying to shove something quick down his throat for breakfast. Now he had some time to hopefully spend with you, so long as you weren't upset with him. But all he could think of at this moment was passing out and sleeping for a small eternity.

He made his way to your shared bedroom and fell onto the plush of the mattress. He hadn't bothered undressing or even pulling his shoes off before letting his eyes close.

********

Eventually your eyes opened, you squinted at the light of the TV which you promptly turned off. You went to peek in the driveway. So you hadn't been dreaming, through the twilight sleep you'd been in you thought you heard your lover walk in, and you felt safe because you knew that it could only have been him. But it mad you wonder why hadn't he woke you up? It was concerning, he always woke you when he got home and you weren't in bed. Was he alright? Was he sick? Surely if he had been he’d have gotten you?

“Dewey?” you call, walking down the darkened hallway. No reply.

Upon entering the bedroom you saw him flaked out across the bed, uniform still on. A sigh of relief left you, but was still worrisome. He’d been getting home so late, perhaps he was sick from working himself so hard? You walked over to his sleeping form and stroked his hair, “Dewey, you alright?” you ask gently as not to startle him and his eyes open drearily before peering up at you. His heart begins to break a little. Dewey sits up.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“For what? You’ve been busy is all, I understand." and you did. But he found it hard to believe that you could in a moment of anxiety, "I was just worried."

Tears began to roll down his cheeks, “That’s just it though, I’ve been too busy. I’ve been getting home so damn late… I haven’t seen you really in almost two weeks.”

His reserve breaks quickly even though he knows you won’t judge him for crying.

“I don’t deserve you.” he chokes out. And in his eyes you see a man torn with guilt and upset. And your heart breaks too. You wrap your arms around him tightly and he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

“Oh, baby… don’t… don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” his crying begins to dampen your shirt, but you’d hold onto him forever to get him to understand how much you loved him. Needed him. Felt safe with him.

“And you don’t deserve me. You need someone who can at least make it home for dinner every night.”

You pull his face up so he can look into your eyes, “You listen here, Dwight Riley. I don’t ever want to hear you say those words again. I love you more than anything in the world. You make me happier than I have ever been. I understand your job doesn’t guarantee what time you come home.” His eyebrows are knit together, but he’s listening intently.

“As long as you come home to me, I don’t care what time of day it is.”

“I just want to be here for you. And work has just been so overwhelming lately...”

You cut him off with a kiss, “I love you so much.” he mutters against your lips.

Dewey was always so conscious of others and that’s why it hurt so much to hear him speak that way. You’d never met anyone who cared as much as the weeping man cradled in your arms right now, “I love you too, Dewey, and don’t forget that. Here,”

You began to unbutton the shirt of his uniform, “Let’s get you ready for bed, hm?”

He nods, and finally you see how exhausted he is. The dark circles hanging under his eyes and the scattering of stubble across his face. He stops you from undoing his buttons, there's a hint of a blush on his face.

“I- I got it.”

“Alright," you stand up, "A shower might make you feel better, go on and I’ll grab you something to wear to bed.” He smiles weakly at you, nodding again. A warmth spread through him, all this love he held so deeply for you. How did he manage to get this lucky? He wondered this often.

Once in the shower Dewey drowsily cleaned himself up. Lathering up his hair at a snails pace, rinsing off the days hard work. When he got out he caught a glimpse of a stranger in the mirror. God he looked rough. They'd been working him to near death. His muscles ached andhe couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone this long without shaving. But despite all of that, you’d of course been right, he felt much better afterwards.

You were sitting in bed with a book when he padded back into the bedroom. The room felt peacful. The lamp lit the room with a warm light and the open window let in a perfect breeze. Once he had settled into place amongst the covers, you leaned over to turn off the light and cuddled up beside him.

“I’m glad I have you.” he whispered, eyelids growing heavier by the second. You smiled.

“And I’m glad I have you. Now get some sleep, m’kay?” His response was marked with a yawn and he soon began to snore softly. You weren't far behind in falling asleep.

Dewey was able to sleep easy that night, a mixture from overworked tiredness and the peace of mind that he had you. Always.