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i was cute today✨

Even doesn’t plan it. At least, not in the way he had expected to be planning the inevitability that was his and Isak’s future. 

But then the kid happened; a sweet school aged girl with big, brown eyes and a gap toothed smile and she held out an assortment of hand carved (even if they weren’t the finest quality) wooden rings in the middle of Marrakesh. And Even just started at them, and glanced back at to where Isak had his head thrown back laughing with another shop keeper.

Even swallows and points to one. And honestly the girl probably sharked him and charged him for more than it was worth, but. But. 

He closes his palm around the ring and breathes for a few moments, feeling sweat gather and pool around his collarbone from the heat, before he slides the wooden ring into his pocket for safe keeping.

Isak trails up to him seconds later with a new pair of sunglasses and a smile that could rival the sun herself. 

Later, when the sun is gone and Isak is dozing in their hotel room, Even gets out of bed and slips the ring out of his pocket, tracing the circle over and over again; feeling every ridge, every design, every heartbeat that threatens to collapse is chest.

And then Isak snuffles in his sleep and Even knows. He knows what he’s going to do and he knows how right it feels. Fuck their age, their struggles, because Even knows and he has never known anything like this. So he rolls over to face Isak and brushes a few strands of hair away from his face, and grins when Isak’s eyes open hazily.

“Hi,” Even whispers and Isak returns the greeting.

Even opens his palm and places the little wooden thing on the pilliow case in front of Isak.

Isak stares at it for a moment, before glancing back at Even.

“Isak,” Even whispers, “I just- I love you. I love you so much that sometimes I think it’s impossible to love someone this much. And I know that it’s not a real ring, but… I don’t know. Or- what I do know is there isn’t a day that I don’t want to be with you. So I guess I’m asking…. well, I guess I’m asking.”

Isak lets out a breath and shifts a bit in bed, lips open just a touch in the way they always do when Isak is caught off guard. 

“Will you-”


Baby Shower

Character/Person : James Madison

Pairing : James Madison x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : i had to do some research on jefferson’s wife so i could find out her name and what she looked like lol

Warnings : smut duh

Possibility Of Having Another Part : eh

Genre : Smut

Request : Hey uhhh can I request a Reader × James Mads smut and he really likes her legs( cause why not) and when they are getting ready for this party get together thing they get side tracked ;))) (I’ll stop I’m sorry 😂) yeahhh thanks (can you feel the intense awkwardness) by @kimmy-h-life

Word Count : 2507

Summary : Close friends of yours, Thomas Jefferson and his wife Martha Jefferson, invite you to their baby shower to celebrate an incoming member of their family. While getting ready for said baby shower, things get a little… side tracked.

You held your boyfriend’s arm tightly as you both maneuvered into the coffee shop to meet Thomas and his significant other.

Before you could reach forward and grab onto the handle of the door to pull it open, James removed his arm that was linked in yours to open it for you. You smiled and held out your arm for him to take again. 

Arm in arm you both walked in and scanned the place for Jefferson’s booth, immediately spotting him due to his head of hair. You stifled a laugh as he patted his hair for the third time that you’ve arrived at the shop.

“Jefferson,” James called out.

At the sound of James’s voice, Jefferson removed his gaze from his lover to look up at the two of you. His eyes rolled as an audible scoff left his lips. He waited a few seconds for the two of you to near before he said what was on his mind, “God, when are you two never polite? The only PDA I’m getting from you is arm holding and Eskimo kisses.”

You smiled and shrugged as James nuzzled your cheek just to spite Thomas. Thomas groaned at the sight of you giggling while his best friend continued to pepper your cheek with kisses.

“God, do you two even fuck?” 

A blush crept up your neck and you turned to meet an awkward gaze with James, who took out his handkerchief to cough not so subtly in.


you composed yourself before James could.

“It’s really none of your business.”

Thomas’s eyebrows shot up and he threw his hands up in mock surrender, “damn okay. James likes them feisty, note taken.” His southern drawl only made your irritation grow, along with his wide grin.

“So, why did you call us here.” James asked, after stuffing his handkerchief back into his pocket and rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

Thomas eyed your intertwined hands and the circles that James traced on your hand before scoffing and sipping his coffee loudly.

“Right,” he set down his cup and threw an arm around his lover, otherwise known as Martha Jefferson.

“Baby shower.”

Your eyes widened as you quickly reached over to hold Martha’s hand in glee.

“Congrats, Martha!” As you leaned over the table your dress rode up, exposing your thighs that were hovering right above James’s lap. His gaze dropped from Thomas’s to your legs. His jaw clenched and he pulled his handkerchief to cough into it, trying to distract himself from your exposed body.

Thomas’s lips were upturned into a smirk, knowing well enough about his best friend’s attraction to legs.

He picked his mug up and pulled it to his lips, sipping loudly and eyeing you as you sat back down and continued to smile at Martha.

James cleared his throat, “so, when is this baby shower?”

Thomas being too occupied with his drink to speak, he glanced at Martha as she smiled and run her finger along the handle of her glass.

“Next week. We hope you’ll be there.”

You nodded your head vigorously. “Of course. We’ll clear our schedules.”

Thomas smirked and bit his tongue, eyes trailing down from his wife to his menu.

“You better arrive smelling like fresh sex.”

Martha slapped at her husband’s shoulders, scolding him as he snickered, too focused on James and yourself’s beet red faces to fully feel the whacks Martha was giving him.


Your legs rubbed at each other awkwardly as you lifted a spare menu to take your attention off of Thomas’s comment, oblivious to James’s eyes staring at your legs.

Today was Tuesday, the day of Thomas and Martha Jefferson’s baby shower. It was an event everyone that was invited was looking for, just because Thomas promised that he wouldn’t get blackout drunk and everyone was excited to see Thomas try and control his drinking. You knew he wasn’t going to last for long before he chugs down any type of alcohol at the party. He’s probably already drunk, and the party doesn’t start in three hours.

You slipped into your floor length robe and walked into your shared bedroom that was connected to the bathroom.

“James, you’re not getting dressed?” You eyed your boyfriend who sat quietly on the bed, texting Thomas.

“Honey, the party doesn’t start until four.”

You shrugged and made your way over to your vanity table, taking a seat to do your makeup. Plucking one of your makeup bags from your desk you unzipped it and picked one of your brushes to use.

It took you a while to get your makeup done, but the overall result made your best features stand out, so it was worth the time it took.

You turned your head around to scan the room for your clock that was hung right above your doorway to the bathroom where James was taking a shower.

3:14 P.M.

Thinning your lips, you rotated in your chair and pulled at the towel that was wrapped around your hair, letting it down. You ran your fingers through your locks, checking to see if it was dry enough to start working on it. No dice.

You stood up and made a bee line for your closet. Running your fingers over the hefty amount of clothes, you found yourself growing more and more worried that you didn’t have a perfect fitting dress for the baby shower in time. Surely, you didn’t want to make James late for his best friend’s baby shower.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your fingers stopped at an eye catching color. You knew this dress. Martha gifted it to you once. She claimed it was a color that would look great on you, and you had yet to put it on.

You pulled it out of your closet and lifted it to your chest at the full body mirror that hung on your wall right next to the closet.

It was sleeveless and the skirt was dangerously short, stopping at the your mid thigh.

You tugged at the stash of your robe, loosening the tie on it. Shrugging it off, it dropped to your ankles as you stepped out of it, revealing your bare body underneath.

Taking one last look at how the dress would look on your body, you removed your gaze from the mirror to actually slip on the dress and look at the final result.

Shimmying it on, you stared at how the dress complimented your figure perfectly. So intent on looking at your figure, you didn’t catch James approaching you from behind.

“God, you look perfect,” he whispered into the shell of your ear. You shivered and took a second to let your eyes travel down his body in the mirror, stopping shortly at the towel that hung low on his hips. Your face burned as you made quick work of returning your attention to your own body; James seemed to do so too. 

You could feel James’s eyes rake over your body and take in the sight, licking his lips in the process.

“You know,” he pressed his pelvic into ass, making a groan escape your lips, “we don’t have to be on time.”

It took you a minute to register his words, but when you did, a pool of heat leaked into your panties and subconsciously, your thighs clenched. James chuckled lowly at this, the sound going straight to your core and sending vibrations through your body. You stifled a moan, much to James’s dismay.

He let out an animalistic sound and ran a hand down your body, going from your chest to your lower area and stopping at your clit. Your breath hitched when he rubbed circles on it all the while he ground his hips into yours. You tossed your head back into his shoulder and arched your back.

“You were such a fucking tease last week,” you moaned at his words and pressed your hands against the full body mirror, slowly glancing up to meet his piercing, lust filled gaze. “Leaning over the table and showing off those damn legs.” He ran his free hand that wasn’t teasing you along your thigh and up to your right breast, kneading it. Your breath soon became short shudders as you leaned into the mirror for support, your mind fogged as you racked your brain for things to say; all that would come out of your mouth were moans that only edged James further.

“Fuck, babygirl,” your legs gave out and you collapsed onto your knees. Your sweaty hand slid down the mirror and you glanced up, eyes meeting with James who grinned down on you. “On your feet, babygirl. I want you to watch yourself when I fuck you.”

Your thighs pressed against each other, trying to get some sort of friction out of this while James continued to dirty talk you from above. Slowly, you found your breath and managed to stand up and return to facing the mirror. Your panties were absolutely soaked at this point and your clit throbbed for attention, you almost slid a hand down there to continue yourself, but with how much dominance James was starting to reveal you were too excited to see what he would do next.

Taking in his bottom lip between his teeth, he hitched up your dress and pushed your panties to the side, running a finger in between your folds. His fingers were slick when he brought them up to show you, taking his finger into his mouth, making eye contact with you as he did so. You groaned, becoming very impatient, but deciding on not acting on it.

He returned his hand back to your pussy and pumped his finger in it, slowly at first, and not fully. You lowered your hips to push his finger into you, wanting to feel him. James laughed and fully slid his finger in, then another, then another.

Your walls clenched around him as he fingered you, pushing in and out at a consistent pace. He groaned at the thought of you squeezing around him instead of his fingers.

“James,” you managed to get out. Your eyes shut and only fluttered open when James grabbed your chin and pushed your head up to keep your eyes focused on yourself in the mirror.

“Yes, babygirl?”

Your knees bucked, you exhaled shakily, “I- I need you.”

He remained silent, letting his actions speak louder than his words. Sliding his fingers out of you, you whimpered at the loss of contact and awaited for him to slide into you instead. It didn’t come. Your eyes shot open and you looked at him in your reflection to only be greeted with a questioning gaze. Your eyebrows furrowed when he leaned in and pressed his tip against your dripping core.

“I need you to beg,” he smiled wickedly and ran his tongue along his teeth.

It took a bit of hesitation and recovery from his sudden question, but you managed with: “James, please.”

He shook his head and pushed himself a little bit further into you, you tried to sink back into him, but he held your hips painfully in place. There were gonna be bruises down there for sure.

“James, please, I need you.”

He cocked his head innocently and pulled out, “need my what?”

You groaned in frustration and pleaded, “I need your cock! I need you inside me!”

James clicked his tongue and slowly pushed himself into you. Suddenly feeling a bit full, he paused and awaited for you to give him the clear. You nodded and grounded your hips onto his. He met your thrusts and created a solid rhythm, rocking your body with his. He grabbed your boob and ran his thumb over your erect nipple making you moan in response. With his other hand, he tangled his fingers through your hair to pull and make a makeshift ponytail out of to tug on. Your mouth fell open, allowing a series of pleasurable sounds to fall out carelessly.

A knot in your stomach formed and it only drew closer when James leaned into you and whispered how much he wanted you to come in your ear and pulled at your hair even harder than before. Your head was thrown back and returned to place when James held you tightly, “look at yourself,” he whispered.

At his words, you focused your attention onto the mirror in front of you. It was slightly fogged, but it was clear enough to see what was happening. Your breasts hung low, one being captured in James’s hand, swinging back and forth due to his powerful thrusts. You could see a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies and catching sight of James’s lustful gaze twisted something in your stomach. It wasn’t long before you were writhing underneath him and releasing on him.

He came right after, the feeling of your walls squeezing around him helping him come. He rode you throughout both of your orgasms and soon, you were sweating some of your makeup off and your hair was tangled again after brushing it.

“So,” you started, shooting a teasing smirk over at James who only showed confusion. “You’re into my legs.” He groaned and covered his face with his hands, throwing his body back into the bed. You walked over, adjusted your dress, and laid back into his thrown out arms.

“I love you,” he whispered after a bit of panting. You smiled, laughing silently at his timing, “I love you too.”

Both you and James walked into Thomas and Martha’s backyard, being immediately met with the blasting sound of music and smell of food. James unlinked his arms with yours and pushed open the gate, holding out his arm for you to retake, which you did so happily. You were still a flustered mess from earlier, but you were able to mask your aftersex look with a new outfit and brushing your hair over again.

“Madison, Y/N!” Thomas called out, spotting you two. He rushed over and smiled brightly, you and James reciprocated his expression. James reached out to hug him but Thomas paused, Martha sauntered over with a hand over her slightly there baby bump and a glass of sparkling water. Thomas sniffed, “is that..” A knowing look crossed his face.

“Is that the stench of sex?” Thomas snickered as he watched you and James become flustered, clamping his hand over James’s shoulder in a congratulating stance, noting how quiet the two of you were.

“Well,” he picked a cheese cube and twirled it by the toothpick in his finger, “see you at your baby shower.” With that, he popped the cube into his mouth, did that shit eating grin, and walked off with Martha in tow, who sent you an apologetic smile over her shoulder.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and turned to face James, who thinned his lips and scanned the backyard for something to distract himself from Thomas’s taunts.

“Cheese cube?” You nodded violently. “Please.”


Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 13.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Just A Bit of Stress Relief

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Negan, Simon and the Reader decide to stay at the safe house until morning.
Word Count: 3,124
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Things will be picking up soon! Enjoy! 

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You were lying down on the couch, trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just experienced. You didn’t expect things to go wrong when things seemed to be going right. You felt responsible for leaving the Sanctuary with the two most capable men.

There was no way for the three of you all to make it to the Sanctuary at this time of night. If a group was capable of attacking an outpost filled with thirty of Negan’s men, they wouldn’t hesitate to attack the three of you.

“Fuck. We’ll be back tomorrow morning, D. Keep an eye out and keep me updated,” Negan said, setting the walkie-talkie down onto the small coffee table.

Both men looked stressed out. Just ten minutes ago, they were both high on pleasure and now, they were going to have to deal with a potential threat.

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You felt useless whenever the team had to do some recon.  You went along and watched, kept an eye out for any suspicious activity, but all in all, you couldn’t do anything but look around and wait for things to go south.  You couldn’t read people until they were about to attack, nor could you break into anything without literally breaking it.

That’s what brought you to Leonard’s door.  He was a master planner, and better yet, he could break into anything.  If anyone on the ship could teach you a thing or two about recon it was him.  And surprisingly, he was willing.

“So you want to learn how to pick a pocket?” he asked, circling the room.

“Yeah,” you replied.  

“Show me what you got,” he ordered casually.  You looked him up and down, unsure of what to do.  He rolled his eyes.  “First rule, don’t let the mark know you’ve made them your mark.”

Leonard stepped towards you, bumping into you and wrapping an arm around your waist just before you fell to the ground.  “And give them a distraction so they don’t notice what you’re doing.”

Not expecting him to pull you against his chest your face flushed.  Only when he was first to pull away after you’d regained your balance from the hit did he lift his other hand to reveal your watch held between his fingers.

You gaped and lifted your wrist.  “I…I didn’t even feel that!  How did you undo it with one hand?  And so quickly?”

“That’s what you’re here to learn, Y/N.”


A little blurb for @yorugami‘s really cool fanart, the Frostiron/American Gods Crossover Series.  If you haven’t seen it, go check it out, it’s amazing.  Also tagging @feelingsinwinter since she was the one I saw asking for a story. :)

“How will your friends have time for me, when they’re so busy fighting you?”

Tony smiled as the metal tip of Loki’s spear hit the arc reactor with a sharp tink.  The smile only grew wider when Loki tried it again, and the power of the spear and the gem inside it dissipated harmlessly.  Tony reached out and took the spear from Loki’s suddenly nerveless fingers, and the look in the sorcerer’s eyes went from smug to confused. “Sorry, Saruman.  You’ve drastically underestimated what you are facing here.” He ran his hands over the spear thoughtfully.  “Did you know that this thing is actually a very complex machine?”

“I don’t understand,” Loki said slowly, narrowing his eyes at Tony.

“Yeah.” Tony finished his examination of Loki’s spear and tossed it back to Loki.  He went back to the bar to pick up his glass of whiskey. “How can I explain this,” he said musingly, tapping his finger on his glass as he took a sip.  “Well, the short answer is, you’re not the only god in this room.”

“You’re mad,” Loki said when he saw that Tony was serious.

Tony barked out a laugh.  “You’re not the first to say that, but no.” He walked to the window overlooking New York City and gestured for Loki to join him, which he did after a moment of hesitation.   “The world has changed a lot since the last time you or Thor were here.  Did you know that, in many parts of the world, there are more electronic devices in a given house than people?  Phones, tablets, computers, televisions, DVD players, microwaves…the list goes on and on.  Technology has changed the world, and people love it. And you know, it’s a curious quirk of Earth that that much devotion has power.”  Tony glanced over and smiled at Loki’s look of horrified comprehension.  

“You remember now, don’t you? It’s been a long time for you both, but once upon a time, you and Thor came to Earth and people worshiped you, were devoted to you, and over time you realized that you had powers that you didn’t have before.  Now maybe you didn’t realize what was happening, or maybe you forgot, but either way, you weren’t the first or only gods this planet has created.”   He drained his glass and pressed it between his palms, where it became a cell phone. He hit a couple of buttons on it with his thumb and said, “We’ve got some time before the others arrive. Let’s go take a look at this machine you put on my roof. My roof, of all places!”

He took the stairs two at a time, checking at each floor that Loki was still following him, up to where the device housing the Tesseract was powering up with a vibrating thrum that was more felt than heard.  Tony put his hands in his pocket and circled the machine while Eric Selvig puttered around it, approaching Loki with a fawning look on his face until Loki waved him away.  “Why are you telling me this?” Loki said, raising his voice to be heard over the muted roar of the city and the sound of the device.

“Well, first, the way you came to my planet, kicking up a fuss, blowing up one of my favorite children, I figured that maybe this guy didn’t know that this place doesn’t belong to his kind anymore.  Maybe I’ll give him a chance to make it right,” he answered, giving him a significant look, complete with raised eyebrows, then looking at the device as it continued to gain power.  In a few minutes it would reach critical mass, and the portal would open to the army waiting on the other side.  “Second, have you ever heard the saying, ‘any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic’?”

Now Tony had to laugh because Loki’s look of suspicion had become astonishment. “You are suggesting an alliance?” Loki said incredulously.

“Sure,” Tony said with a shrug. “Why not?  To put it a different way, I am the god of the technology we understand, and you are the god of the technology we don’t.  I feel like it’s a natural alliance.”  Suddenly the device’s thrum became a high pitched whine, and Tony waved a hand at it absently, eyes and arc reactor glowing briefly as he powered down the machine, until even the Tesseract was deactivated and became a dull, lifeless blue.  “Whatever you’re running from, I can protect you.”

“I doubt that,” Loki said, but he made no move to reactivate the machine, even as Eric watched him with nervous astonishment, wringing his hands but hanging back, instinctively realizing he was outmatched.

“Yeah? Let me guess, do these big bad guys have spaceships? Fancy laser guns? Would you say they are pretty technologically advanced?” Tony smirked and rocked back on his heels.  “If they come here, they will be on my turf, which means all of their technology will answer to me.  So what do you say?”

Loki stared at him for so long that Tony pulled his cell phone back out of his pocket to check the time.  At the edge of the horizon a small dot could be seen, rapidly resolving itself into a quinjet.  “Very well,” Loki said finally. “I am interested in seeing how this…alliance turns out.”

“Great! Now you definitely should have a drink.  Maybe after my friends get here.”  He smiled at Loki and turned to the quinjet, waving them to the side for a place to land.  “Just don’t tell them, yeah? They don’t know about the whole god thing. I feel like it would freak them out.”

corrupt pt. 1 - dirtycop!jaebum

moodboard by me

wordcount: 2,700

Finding out your brother was a dirty cop was hard enough, but trying to deny his even dirtier partners effect on you was even harder.

warnings: illegal activities, swearing

The rain was relentless. You shivered violently, wrapping your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to conserve the heat rapidly exiting your body as the downpour soaked through all the layers of your clothing.  

The rain streamed down your face and blurred your vision, making your perspective of the world something similar to a Monet painting. You knew the shivering wasn’t due to the cold, fear had numbed you to the presently unforgiving outside elements, you knew you were quaking in terror.

You stood in a deadly triangle, Jaebum pointing the sleek silver of his handgun towards your prone forehead, Yugeom having the cruel mouth of his own gun directed at Jaebum’s heart.

‘Y/N, I hope you realize how silly of an idea it was for you to follow us here, hmm?’, Jaebum’s stern voice was clear over the roar of the rain.

You nodded, your tears dancing with the rain, running down your cheeks, not being able to look anywhere but on the trigger, which he rested his prone pointer finger on. This was surreal, just a day ago you were struck with the thought that your brother’s recent distant behavior may have been due to him becoming depressed, not a fucking dirty cop with an even dirtier partner.  

You saw the slightest quiver out of the corner of your eyes; Yugeom was struggling to point the gun towards his partner. When he first started he would go on and on about how much he admired his elder, how cool Jaebum was, how much he’d be able to learn about being a detective from Jaebum. You hadn’t seen that vibrant glint in your baby brother’s eyes for a long, long time, the last time he seemed so passionate from something was when he became a police officer, but that was years ago, your brother had changed.


Earlier today you decided you wanted to talk to him, but you were aware he worked long hours, what harm could be done if you dropped by the police station and had a quick word to check in and see if he was fine?

The lights of a vibrant city were just beginning to blink on sporadically as you approached the station. Coincidentally, as you rounded the street corner and stepped on the first of four steps up to the glass sliding door with an emblem on the middle, Yugeom was walking out of those same doors.

You smiled at him brightly and nodded to the man directly behind him, his partner in fighting crime, Jaebum. Yugeom’s eyebrows rose, nearly lost in the hair that fell across his forehead stylishly.

‘Y/N, why are you here’ he said nervously as Jaebum stepped around him and continued on down the road, you thought he almost expected your younger brother to follow him. You were just as shocked at the neither warm nor particularly icy reception he gave you, as shocked as he was to see you.

‘I just came to check if you were alright’, Jaebum was quickly disappearing down the street, Yugeom turning his head every few seconds, obviously agitated his partner was traveling further away from him.

He didn’t want to speak to you, the thought made your head drop down, your chin hitting your sternum. ‘But if you need to leave, we can talk later’ you quickly continued on, trying to sound as upbeat as possible at Yugeoms lack of enthusiasm.

He gave you a sad smile, ‘I’ll call you tomorrow at around lunch time and we can chat then, but now I gotta go, duty calls!’ he said, not even finishing that sentence before he was running off.

You wanted to follow him, wanted to know what was so important his rude ass of a partner couldn’t even stop and wait for your brother to finish talking to you. What was so important your brother couldn’t even give you a hug or a proper hello. So, besides your gut telling you, perhaps you shouldn’t follow the two police officers, you followed the two police officers.

They must have walked through the city for miles because you found yourself ducking behind cargo containers at the shipyard. They stopped at a black one, you crouched, using your arms to brace yourself against a red one two rows behind them. Yugeom produced a key and unlocked the contained, swinging both of the doors open. Jaebum stepped inside, coming out moments later with two large long briefcases in tow, the length of them maybe spanning half of the length of his leg.

They shut and locked the door, walking further down to the waterfront where there was a clearing of just bare concrete that spanned a few meters before a short drop to the ocean. That’s when the first drops of rain began to fall; the drops made trails down your face and ran their chilly fingers down your back. Yet, you were intrigued now, so you pushed on, following them until you stopped at the closest container to the clearing. You made sure you crouched in a shadow, giving them still the slimmest chance to see you, but allowing you relative safety to snoop.

Another man stood there with Jaebum and Yugeom, indicating toward the older police officers hands. He nodded and opened the large briefcase to show an array of guns, each different sized arranged neatly in different compartments but all deadly, you gasped in shock. As you were watching the trade happening, money being put in JB’s hand whilst he handed over the case a pair of strong arms circled your chest and pulled you off the floor so your legs dangled inches from the surface. Fight or flight kicked in as you screamed and struggled everything is brought into laser focus in front of your eyes as you thrashed your head around. The flecks of rust on the container you were hiding behind, the sunspots on your attackers’ arms and the fact you may die. The mysterious man barked something in Chinese and he surged forward into the open. In front of your shocked brother and his bemused partner, who muttered something in Chinese to the man he was trading with. He pulled out a gun and nodded at my captor, who unceremoniously dumped me on the ground and escaped with the guns.

Jaebums gun was directed at me. I blanched as I stood up slowly, his guns position on my forehead moving with me, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I heard movement to my right and saw out of the corner of my eye that Yugeom had also drawn his gun and it had its gaze on Jaebum.  


‘She’ll keep her mouth shut’ he pleaded, you could imagine the look on his face right now. His eyes slightly squinted, head coming forward whilst his shoulders tilted up a bit, you remember when you had just learned to drive, this was the look you always got from him when he wanted you to taxi him somewhere.

‘How do you know that?’ he snapped back at the younger man, thrusting his gun out to clarify his murderous intentions, his eyes filling with an inhuman rage. You didn’t know Jaebum very well but you had previously thought he was okay. He attended a few family dinners at the beginning of him and Yugeoms partnership when Yugeom had first become a detective. You had even been to a few staff parties where you two had shared some witty banter. This was a side of Jaebum you never knew existed.

‘She’s my goddamn sister JB! I assure you’ His voice went a few octaves lower and his eyes grew darker, ‘I will step out of line if you even touch a hair on her head’ he laughed humorlessly, ‘We’re cops as well, it’s not like the higher-ups will believe her over us, think rationally’ he used his other hand to point to his temple, ‘she’s my closest family’

In response, a sick smile found it’s way onto JB’s annoyingly handsome face, ‘I know exactly what we can do to ensure she won’t tell anyone’ he said, shifting his weight from one leg to another, lowering his gun for half a second. This was my chance, you thought to yourself; you would run to a nearby container and hide behind it as you called the police.

That thought was forced out of your head as he raised his gun again and strolled towards you, putting his other hand casually in his trouser pocket. He circled you, much like a predator circling his prey and ended up directly behind you, so close you could feel his nose skim the corner of your ear as he took a breath in.

You could hear the smile in his voice as he breathed in your ear, ‘just as long as you remain silent…anything you say can and will be used against you’ there was a pause and you took in a breath in response to what he said next, ‘along with perhaps a whip, or some hog ties, so I advise keeping that pretty mouth shut, understood?’, he trailed his hand along your jawline for effect and a different chill ran down your spine. Letting out a shaky breath, you replied with a clipped, ‘yes, understood’.  

He finally moved away to Yugeom and stood beside him, crossing his strong-looking arms across his chest, ‘It looks like we have a new helper Yugie’. Your brother rolled his eyes and scoffed, ‘You don’t honestly think I would agree to drag my sister into this, do you, Jae?’. The older man raised a single eyebrow, ‘Unless you want her pretty little head to remain on her body, yes. Let’s go’.

A sick look overtook both you and your brothers’ faces and you both quickly scuttled after him, putty in his hands. You refused to look at your brother, you hadn’t had time to reflect on your brother’s hand in this, this…you didn’t even know what to call it, this corruption? Yet, you thought he was better than that.

‘Im sorry’ a sullen voice suddenly said beside you as you passed massive container after massive container. ‘Sorry doesn’t unbreak the law’ you spat out under your breath, being careful the man leading you two away from the scene of the crime didn’t hear you berate your brother.

Yugeom grabbed your arm, effectively stopping you, ‘you shouldn’t have…’ you immediately yanked your arm out of his grasp and continued on walking, not willing to get into Jaebum’s bad any more than you already were by not following his orders to follow him. ‘I shouldn’t have what?’ and laughed ironically and swiped the soaking hair that was flopping into your face. ‘I shouldn’t have been concerned about the little brother I adored not contacting me recently?’ you hair was falling into your face again you smoothed it violently against the top of your scalp with a frustrated huff.

You walked closer to Yugeom, who looked remorseful, thank god he had remorse and wasn’t like his partner. ‘You are the one who is in the wrong here, Yugeom’ you said with as much venom you could muster with a whisper, ‘Apologies for giving a shit, I am so sorry brother’. As you spat the last word you stormed ahead of him to where Jaebum was waiting at his car, leaning on it casually. He pulled out a cigarette and lit the tip, the stick begins to glow a steady orange when he took his first deep drag, sliding the lighter back into his black jeans’ front pocket.

The front lights of a silver Mercedes sedan behind Jaebum’s Lexus flashed for a second indicating it as being unlocked, you knew Yugie could never afford this with what he was supposed to be earning. Something else also didn’t ring right, ‘You guy’s walked here, right?’, Yugeom drifted past you to his car, ‘they didn’t only pay us in money’ he said offhandedly as he rounded the shiny new car and opened the passenger door. Despite the deep, sinking, dirty feeling you had. You went to follow your brother but Jaebum made a disapproving noise, which caused you to stop and peer at him. You let out a silent ‘huff’, you were eager to get out of the rain.

A sick smile found it’s way onto Jaebum’s annoyingly handsome face as he threw his finished cigarette, opening his passenger door with a flourish, you’re hopping in with me dear, you need to convince me you won’t be telling anyone about tonight’s happening’s’. You looked over at Yugeom but he was already in his car and you couldn’t see through the tinted windows. Completely defeated you knew you had to get into the man’s car.

Slowly but steadily, you made your way to Jaebums car, brushing past him and getting a good whiff of his intoxicating, woody, scent. When you were safely seated in the new smelling car, he slammed the door behind you, making you jump. Half a second later he was in the driver’s seat, starting the cars’ engine and pulling away.

When you were on the freeway, speeding towards god-knows-where, you felt a warm hand on the middle of your thigh. Your head shot to Jaebum, seeing he was smiling to himself, eyes on the road. ‘You’re really gonna need to show me how sorry you are and how much you want to make it up to me’. He said, turning his head to leer at you, whilst his hand traveled up your thigh, getting dangerously close to a very private area.

Why did you want him to move those few inches further?



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Meredith: Orsino, did you get my memo stating that mages should wear their robes at all times?
Orsino: Yes, I did. At first I just threw it away, but then I thought, that’s not grand enough a gesture. So I made a model of you out of straw, put my robe on it – with your memo in the pocket – and invited the Circle kids to set fire to it and beat it with sticks.

We’ve Only Just Begun (1/??)

Notes: My fingers slipped. Have a BnHA fic

Summary: The world comes to a halt, everything torn apart, All-Might left as dust, Deku the last hero left standing. In this world the villains win. In a fit of desperation, Midoriya Izuku turns the clocks back. In a fit of desperation, he rewrites everything. TimeTravel!AU


Izuku huddles around the fire, shudders in his blankets. It’d taken him hours to find enough fuel to keep the fire flowing, embers sparking around. Maybe he should be wiser, shouldn’t leave the fire burning in the middle of the street, but well… It’s cold.

And the smoke offers a suitable smokescreen for any villains that make their way toward him.

He should have picked up extra layers when he’d been inside the city, but well… the evacuation had begun, and he’d thought everything would be over quickly. He’d focused more on the innocent civilians – how couldn’t he? - and so the thought of staying warm had never crossed his mind.

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Meant to Be Yours, Chapter 29

Robin and Regina find Henry.

Thanks for @evilqueens, @glindalovesshoes and @stick-to-the-lasagna-lady for helping with this– for letting me bounce ideas off them, editing sections at a time, and offering feedback. This chapter was difficult to write with me being sick and having very little energy and your help made such a difference. This chapter would not have happened without you ladies :)

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

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39-Peter Maximoff

39. “Aren’t you full of shits and giggles?”

A series of clicks and clanks alerted Peter to the door opening. He furrowed his brows as he stood from his corner. Despite not knowing what to expect, he prepared himself to fight. He didn’t take being heavily locked in a room as a friendly gesture.

His eyebrows shot up when he saw you enter wearing a lab coat. He could immediately tell that you were nervous. You were glancing over your shoulder, one hand in your pocket. As quietly as you could, you closed the door. Peter was suddenly aware of your pocket glowing a circle of red.

“Aren’t you a little young to be a doctor?”
“Listen, I don’t have a lot of time,” you sputtered, “But I’m breaking you out.”
He was taken back. “Why? How do I know this isn’t a trap?”
You sighed, half-expecting this. “Stryker, my boss, wants to perform experiments on you, figure out the origins of your powers. His methods are…merciless.”

You pulled out a lock pick and moved over to Peter. He was eyeing you carefully as you unlocked the mechanical collar. You let the hunk of metal fall to the ground. His face broke into a grin.

“You have a crush on me, don’t you?”
You knit your brows. “Did you hear anything I just told you?” You shook your head. “Forget it. Just-”

You cut yourself off as you noticed the red light blinking on your wave scrambler. You clenched your jaw, replacing your lock pick.

“Looks like we’ve run out of time.”
He grinned. “So, it’s time I impress you?”
You couldn’t help the brief chuckle that escaped. “Aren’t you full of shit and giggles?

Before he replied, Peter picked you up. Eyes widening, you gripped onto the silver-haired man. He held your head still just as the alarm blared through the compound. Peter walked out of his cell.

“How do I get out of this place?” he asked calmly.
“The entrance is on the east side of the building…we’re on the far west side.”
“And my walkman is where?”
You scrunched your nose. “You can’t be serious?” You sighed. “North side, General’s office.”
He smirked. “Hang tight…uh, what’s your name?”
“Hold on, Y/N.”

In what felt like mere seconds, you were right in front of the large door leading to the woods. Your jaw slacked.

“Holy…they weren’t kidding about you,” you mumbled.
Peter smirked. “I’d love to show you more once we’re out of here.”

You smirked with him, shaking your head. You walked over to the side panel of the massive door. You glanced over your shoulder.

“I may need some cover.”
He cracked his neck. “On it.”

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A Touch of Normalcy [Tyki Mikk/Reader]

Title: A Touch of Normalcy 
Pairing: Tyki Mikk/Reader [gender neutral]
Summary: Tyki makes it a regular occurrence to seek you out during his evening strolls. Much weights on your shoulders, he would do anything to to alleviate that for you.

A/n: man, haven’t written for DGM in a hot minute. well, if you like, make sure to support your gal here!

this was meant to fill a friend’s request, but i don’t think she wanted something like this. lmao oops.

Ornate plates were whisked away from the table, table scraps were fed to the hounds, all of this signaled the close of the evening feast with the family. Tyki dabbed the corners of his mouth with an embroidered handkerchief before tucking it into his pocket, casting brief glances to those in his company. He found it humorous how the merrymaking never ended when dinner did, their rowdiness carried on until stars speckled the sky and Trisha was at her wits end.

He swept his eyes across everyone once more, smiling wearily as he slipped away from his seat wordlessly, sauntering across the room with a practiced grace and quiet. With the door in sight, his hand secured on the handle, he pushed through to his way to what he thought was freedom. An agitated voice called him to a halt from across the room.

“Tyki! Where are you going in such a hurry?” Sheril raised the question with an accusing, grating tone. “We finally get a chance for a beautiful dinner and time together, yet here you are, skipping out as usual.”

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Reunion Falls

Based on this post by sailorleo. I love aus so fucking much hhhhhh

Mabel Pines should not have been on the bus she most definitely was currently on. Rolling peacefully through Oregon pine forest, she eagerly tapped away on her cellphone, telling her friends all about her outrageous act, and ignoring all their frightened replies.

Mabel Pines, who would probably exhaust a mule, had very stupidly, but also very bravely, run away.

Now, she wasn’t hateful of her parents, or her life. In fact, she lived comfortably and happily, and was fed a copious amount of sugar-coated gummies when on good behavior, but she still knew she had to go.
It had started four months ago, just before school ended. She was finishing up the year with one more big English project, and upon researching Puritans and witches for the Scarlet Letter book she had been reading, she stumbled across a peculiar, short article on a little town by the name of Gravity Falls in Oregon. Bored with what she was already doing, and desperate to find any reason to not being doing it, she had paused her work and looked into the town, the very first article coming from the newsite for the town itself.

“Mystery Solver Catches Vampire Bat!”

The article had featured a small image of what seemed to be a boy dramatically leaning out a window, tasering and enormous looking bat. Normally, when Mabel saw any boy looking dramatic and intense, she was enraptured, and she fully expected to be enthralled, but she was much too busy being absolutely confused to do any such thing. The boy, even in such a small picture, looked oddly familiar?
Intrigued, she read into the article and had done her top-of-the-line, expert, gasp of shock upon finding said boy’s name.

‘Dipper Pines’ glared from her laptop screen and she realized the boy seemed familiar because he looked like her. She then looked up ‘Dipper Pines, Gravity Falls’ and found several articles concerning said boy and random happenings in the town. In every picture of him, her heart became overwhelmed with unintelligible emotions because she just somehow knew this boy was related to her- hell, they even had the same last name! She ran down stairs, come over with the thought of asking her parents, but frozen in front of their door.

What if there had been a reason she didn’t know him? Maybe they were family members that didn’t talk anymore. She had given up the idea and treated herself to sugary cereal while connecting dots in her head. Same last name, appeared to be the same age, never visited or any information about him… She had nearly choked on her cereal and stared into the hacked up cereal floating in milk with wide eyes.

What if…

What if he was her brother?

If so, then one of them was adopted. If one of them was adopted then… She flailed wildly, leaping from her chair and immediately bursting into tears as she stormed into her parents bedroom, disrupting their peaceful movie watching.
After a violent fit of anger and over-dramatic descriptions of hurt feelings, she was finally calmed enough to explain herself and ask them if she was adopted. Both of them were surprised and mildly embarrassed.

“Mabel, honey, we… We didn’t want to tell you until you were older, but… Yes, you do have a brother- a twin really. However we just… We couldn’t keep him. He lives with your great uncle right now and he doesn’t know either- we were planning to have your reunion before you two graduated high school.”

“So… I’m not adopted?” She sniffled.

“No, of course not! You are ours, we promise, but even if you were, dear, we would still love you.” And that was it.

For her parents at least. Mabel became obsessed with the idea of it- a brother. A sibling attached at the hip, alike in more than just blood, but appearance and almost every other aspect. She couldn’t stop dreaming about having company, especially in her mostly lonely world of only girlfriends and consistently disappointing boys. Such loneliness made her love the idea of romance and close friendship, but in action it was so much harder and frustrating. For once, she wondered if there was a boy she could potentially have a relationship with that didn’t have to be romantic to be important.

Then, she decided to devise a plan- an escape plan. She began to save her allowance, collecting all her winter clothes (Oregon was cold, right?), and looking up bus and train prices since she obviously couldn’t go by plane from Piedmont, California to Oregon.

She picked a Friday night a week after school ended to sneak out, knowing her parents went to bed early and got up late and usually didn’t check on her until late in the afternoon. This way, she could get an early start and make distance before they could even notice she was gone. She left a note telling them where she was going and why and snuck out after her parents fell asleep.

That was yesterday, and now, after ignoring all their calls and her friends messages, she was nearly fifteen minutes from the Gravity Falls bus station. She buzzed with excitement, flipping and closing her phone with anxiety and eagerness. Fifteen minutes felt like a hundred years, but they finally arrived and she was off the bus faster than the woman in the front could even open her eyes.

She drank in the piney, open air she was so unfamiliar to, feeling dizzy with how fresh it was compared to her suburb home near the city. Stumbling off the bus stop, she found the nearest gift shop and waddled in to grab a free map of the town, approaching the cashier. She got the young man’s attention, probably in his mid-twenties with bright eyes, dark skin, and pale blond hair, and he gave her a friendly smile. 

“Hello, little miss, what can I do for ya’?”

“Hi! I’m looking for Dipper Pines? Where does he live?” She wasn’t nervous about asking by name since he’d been in the newspapers before, so people were sure to know him. 

“He lives in the old Mystery Shack- want me to mark it on the map for ya’?” She nodded and shoved the map onto the counter. He opened it and plucked a red sharpie from his breast pocket and circled a small building on the outskirts of town with an unpaved road to it. “We’re right here, so to get to the road, just follow down that way until ya’ see the ad signs. Theres a ton of them, so ya’ can’t miss it.” He said warmly, and she returned the smile just as brightly.

“Thank you! Have a super wonderful fantastic day!~” She cheered before bouncing back out the shop and following the directions she’d been given. The man had been right- there was a BUNCH of ad signs near the entrance of the road, and she started off down the road with a proud step and a high chin.

“I gotta pocket, gotta pocket full of sunshine~” She sang to herself cheerily, occasionally pulling out her map and setting markers for how far she’d walked. She didn’t even notice the dark hooded boy walking in the opposite direction in front of her until he got close enough to address her directly.

“Hey.” Her head snapped up in slight surprise, landing on the boy.


“’Sup. Are you lost?” He asked, and her heart fluttered at the way his hair fell in his face.

“Not anymore- uh, I mean, hehe, you know a place called the Mystery Shack?” She asked shyly, and he smiled.

“Yeah, right down the road. I can walk you there if you want?” She nodded and he offered his arm and she took it with bashful grace.

A few minutes later and after brief introductions, she was sure she was dreaming. Sure, she didn’t really know him, but a nice, cute boy was always appreciated, and she was sure to ditch him once she met Dipper.

“So, uh, Norman…” She started, grabbing his attention. “You must know this town pretty well, huh? What’s it like living here?” She asked, looking up at him wonderingly. He gave her another relaxed smiled before answering.

“Well, it’s alright. You hear a lot of rumors about evil stuff in the forest, sometimes. Some of ‘em are true…” He stopped walking and turned better to her, still loosely linked with her arm as she gave him a curious look. “But, it’s not so bad…” He leaned down towards her and Mabel’s brain seemed to shut off and go into panic mode. She was frozen with silence as he moved and couldn’t even form a thought in her head of what she felt.

Luckily, she didn’t need to as something collided violently with the side of Norman’s head and he was knocked to the ground. This snapped her out of her trance, and she gasped, turning to Norman on the ground with a sense of worry.

“Oh my gosh! Norman, are you oka-” She stopped mid-sentence, realizing Norman was no longer there. Several small men were now rubbing hurt limbs, Normans’ clothes now loose and empty on the ground. She had no words.

“HEY!” She spun at the new voice and her eyes landed on the boy who apparently shot the blunt object at Norman(?). “I thought I convinced you creeps to stay in the forest where you belong!” He growled, storming up as his grappling hook retracted itself.

“This isn’t the last you’ll see of us human boy! We have power beyond your comprehension, and don’t think we’ll be afraid to-” One of the small men, dressed like a garden gnome, pointed accusingly at the boy before said boy pelted a rock at it’s head.

The gnomes all hissed and began to scurry away for fear of being hit too and the boy bristled angrily, calling after,” Yeah, go tell your army or whatever that Dipper Pines kicked your asses!” And like it was some after thought, he added,” And thats Dipper with two ‘p’s and one ‘r’!”

Mabel stared owl-eyed at the boy, completely befuddled and at a loss of every superflous word in her dictionary to say anything. He turned to her, now calmer and apologetic.

“Sorry about all that, you’re like the fifth girl they’re tried that on. I’m guessing you aren’t from around here, huh. Were you looking for something?” He asked, eyeing her suitcase.

Mabel found her English again and slowly got out,” Uh… Yeah… I was um… Looking for…” And, like she had an epiphany, her face lost it’s vacantness and filled with sparkling wonder and eagerness. “Wait! Did you say your name was ‘Dipper Pines’?” She asked. He blinked at her, a little confused.

“Uh, yep. That’s me, Dipper Pines. Wh-” He was about to question, but was engulfed in fuzzy sweater and curly hair, and two surprisingly strong arms squeezing him in a bearish hug. Only for a moment was he fazed, but he quickly collected himself and managed to pry and shove Mabel off, distancing himself with a look of suspicion and worry.

“What the heck? What was that?! Who are you?!” He sputtered, and Mabel realized maybe that wasn’t the best introduction. A better one would have been sweeping him off his feet and dramatically declaring their relation, or perhaps she could have drawn this out and appeared randomly in town around him until he thought he was being stalked. She internally wished these great ideas had struck her earlier rather than in the few seconds she was required to answer a completely different question.

“Oh! Uh, haha, right… Sorry about that… But, uh, listen! My name is Mabel! And I…” She took a deep breath and announced in a squealish, bouncing voice,” And I’m your sister!”

Dipper stared at her, eyes white and brows furrowed into a line. She waited for his excited reply, grinning happily, doing jazz hands with her face pretty much.

His reply was actually, much more realistic.

“I don’t have a sister. Okay, bye.” He said awkwardly, backing away from her and walking around her with an intentional separation.

This was not how Mabel had imagined it to go. She pouted, grabbed her case and trailing after him with puffed cheeks.

“No! I’m serious! I even asked my parents about it! Dipper! Don’t ignore me! Let me explain, it’s a really cool story!” But all her insistence fell on deaf ears as he continued to march down the road back home. She followed all the way, meeting his angry backward glances with peachiness and brushing off the cold vibe. 

When they finally arrived to the Shack, he spun on her, pushing her back slightly with a hard glint in his eye.

“Stop it!” He growled, and Mabel flinched away, her smile gone. “I don’t know what you are, but your stupid trick isn’t working! I don’t have a sister, I know you’re just some body-snatcher, so screw off before a put this through your head!” He snapped, holding up his grappling hook to prove himself. Mabel gaped, threatened and mildly shocked.

And then she got angry.

“Excuse me? Body-snatcher? Whatever the heckle THAT means! But I know it isn’t good, and I don’t find such a title very becoming of me, Mabel Pines, who whether you like it or not, is your sibling! Excu-use me, Mr. Dippingsauce, but I did NOT miss Carleigh Janhill’s sweet 16 birthday party to sneak up a million miles away from home to meet my long lost twin and have him-” she jabbed him in the chest, her eyes narrowing,”- Tell me, that he wants nothing to do with me!”

Dipper opened his mouth to reply, but the front door to the Shack opened and a fat, older man stood in the doorway.

“Hey Dipper, I heard some yellin’ out here, is everything alri-” The man walked out onto the porch and noticed Mabel and stopped midsentence. He looked between the two quickly, brows furrowed. “Woah… Freaky.”

“I know! It’s some monster who says it’s my sister and won’t leave me alone!” Dipper pushed Mabel away again, dashing up to the porch, Mabel tailing with an oddly similar run, though her odd wobble may have been from dragging her suitcase.

“I am NOT a monster, though if you keep calling me one, I may bite you!” She threatened and Dipper hid behind Soos, who simply stared at the girl curiously.

“See! Obviously a monster!” He hissed, but Soos was unconvinced.

“Idunno man, she’s got a suitcase- plus she looks like you, but ain’t you! How many bodies did you see her snatch?” Dipper begrudgingly mumbled something like a ‘none’ and Soos laughed. “Well, I guess the only eay to know is to ask Stan- he would know wouldn’t he?” 

“Stan?” Mabel asked, confused.

“MY great uncle.” Dipper emphasized,” You’re right! He’ll put this to rest, and then I’ll put you to rest!” Dipper spat before running inside. Mabel paused before following, seeming sad.

“I came all this way… And he doesn’t even want me…” She mumbled before slipping past Soos, who watched her with mild concern. She tracked Dipper to a far doorway with only a curtain to separate it from the house, and as she emerged through it, was met by the familiar sight of a gift shop. This one, however, did not feature totally typical things as oddities lined the walls instead of knick-knacks.

“Theres a girl who says what?!” She turned just as a much older gentleman spun around to spy her in the doorway. She took a deep breath and gave him a sparkling silver smile and put up her hands in a flourish.

“Hi! I’m Mabel Pines, and I’m Dipper’s twin sister!” She announced happily.

The man went pale, jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

“How… On earth… Did you get up here… From Piedmont… On your own?”

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Prompt- Ali spends the day with little Finn just cute and fluffy

kinda varies a little bc i can’t post a prompt without em but I hope u like it either way xx

“Come on, eat up Finny” Ali encouraged him to take another bite of his pasta, but the 5 year old stubbornly crossed his arms across the table, turning his nose up and facing the other direction.

“Mom, I just want ice cream” he demanded with a frown as he kicked his legs under the table. Ali sighed, bringing his bowl over to her and cutting up the remaining bits. 

“Finn, we aren’t leaving until you finish that spoonful, okay? And then you can have an ice cream” He froze for a second, turning his gaze back to his mom and then hesitantly took the spoon in his mouth, shovelling in the last bit of pasta and swallowing. He opened his mouth wide, sending a smug grin across the table.

“Good boy” Ali said happily, clearing the plates and piling them on the sink. He jumped up from his chair and raced across the kitchen, pulling open the freezer drawer and practically toppling in in his search for ice cream. Ali shook her head, laughing to herself as she pulled out the tub of chocolate. “Can you get your bowl for me please?” She asked, always weary of the way in which she spoke to him “thank you very much” she said kindly as he handed her his favourite bowl.

“You’re welcome, mommy” He replied, watching eagerly as she scooped in a few spoonfuls of ice cream, chasing her to the table as she laid it out for him. “what are we doing today?” He said through big mouthfuls. Taking a seat opposite him at the table, Ali sighed.

“Well, I thought you could help me out with something” She asked, watching with nothing but love as he finished off the bowl faster than she thought was possible, motioning for him to come and sit on her lap as he put he spoon down, jumping down and joining his mom on the chair.

“Is this about mama?” He said timidly, looking down at the floor as if expecting bad news.

“Yeah, sweetie. But it’s good news!” Ali reassured him, kissing the top of his head “you have to help me pick a ring” she said with a grin. At first, his eyes lit up with excitement, but when he thought about it for a minute he became confused.

“Mama already has a ring” He said, looking at the simple platinum band that rested on Ali’s ring ringer, a string of diamonds across the middle “and so do you” Ali shrugged.

“I know, but me and your ma have a very special anniversary coming up” She told him, her mind immediately flashing back to that night as they stood together in the nursery of their unborn son, the night she finally allowed herself to succumb to every emotion and feeling she had ever felt towards Emily  “and I want to buy her something pretty” she suddenly realised it had been awhile since she had spoken “So will you help me?” He smiled for a second, nodding his head frantically and running to the door to put his shoes. 

“Finn Dilaurentis Fields is here to save the day” He stood up straight and saluted his mom, and she walked over to him, kissing him on the forehead as she slid into her own heels.

“I am one lucky mom” she said to him, causing him to burst into laughter and fling open the front door, running to the car before Ali could even tell him where they were going.  Eventually, she found herself in her favourite jewellery shop in town.

“I like this one” Finn said, his forehead pressed up against the glass and his middle finger pointing straight at the one that was, obviously, the most expensive.

“I do too” Ali said, tousling his hair “but mommy does not have enough money for that one” Finn frowned in annoyance, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he dived into his pocket and withdrew a few dollar bills.

“Have this!” He exclaimed, handing it out to Ali who consequently knelt down to his level, taking him in her arms and stroking his back.

“You are the cutest little boy in the whole wide world” She said loudly “but you keep it. I need a bit more than that” She teased, unashamed as other customers looked at her strangely. Finn blushed, putting the money back in his pocket and moving onto another cabinet. That’s when Ali saw it, an intricate pearl ring held lightly by a simple strip of metal.

“Finny” She whispered, waving her hand so that he came to join her “what about this one?” He took his hands out of his pockets and formed two circles, holding them up to his eyes as if  he was holding binoculars. The old man behind the counter chuckled under his breath, watching with fascination. Finn pursed his lips, looking from one cabinet to another, before nodding.

“I like it a lot” He promised her.

“Yeah?” Ali asked him one more time.

“Yes. A lot. A lot” And so it was decided. But as she moved to the older man, the bell of the door tinkled as someone else walked in. “Mama!” Finn cried, galloping over to her and leaping into her arms. Ali turned around, knowing it was Emily before Finn had even said anything.

“Crap” she muttered under her breath before walking over to her wife and kissing her swiftly on the lips “what are you doing here, baby? I thought you were at work” Finn stood in the middle of them smirking, and Ali couldn’t help but notice the little eye contact he made with the shop-keeper.

“I-I just, had to come and get my ring polished” Emily quickly thought, instantly removing her engagement ring and wedding ring from her finger. Ali’s brows knitted together in suspicion as Finn held a hand over his mouth to stop himself from giggling.

“That’s not true!” He yelled out finally, running to the old man behind the counter to protect himself. Ali rolled her eyes, taking Emily’s hand and following their son. “mom, mama asked me to help her buy a ring on Sunday” Ali’s heart dropped to her stomach, but she couldn’t help the chuckled that escaped her lips.

“You didn’t?” She said sceptically. Emily bit her lip in shame, eyeing her son who sheepishly took cover.

“I did” she sighed, motioning to a box the man had taken out from under the counter “I was coming to pick it up after work”

“Emmy” Ali moaned as Emily kissed her lightly on the cheek apologetically “I was just about to buy you a ring” Emily smirked, shaking her head slowly.

“You’ve already given me a ring” she pointed out, handing the man her card as she took the box off the counter and put it in her bag “it’s my turn” Finn hurried out from behind the counter, hiding behind Ali’s legs. “It’s okay, kiddo. I’m not angry” She promised him, and he sighed happily, letting  her lift him up onto her hip.

“Sooo-” Ali said in a sing-songy voice “when do I get it?” Emily rolled her eyes, kissing her promptly on the lips and taking her hand as she thanked the old man.

“There’s a whole date that goes with it” she revealed “is it our five year anniversary yet?” She said with a grin. Ali frowned.

“One more week” She said happily, her heart glowing. Emily nodded.

“I love you” She said as they walked across the square, uncaring that her surprise had been ruined.

“I love you too” Ali replied, still annoyed that she wasn’t going to be allowed to treat her mermaid to another ring.

“I love you three!” Finn yelled, sending the three of them into fits of giggles as Emily showered him with kisses, having to remind herself, yet again, that this wasn’t a dream.