#which in my house we never go without eggs

[felifeltfrog]

Don't tell my dad I stole rhubarbs from his garden and eggs from his fridge

[itwillbethescarletwitch]

Movie Night Massacre

bob floyd x fem!reader

Bob Floyd had always liked mornings with her.

Not the ones that started at 0400 with mission briefings and burnt base coffee. No, the real mornings—lazy, warm ones like this. Saturday sun filtering through the curtains. Her head on his chest. Her fingers drumming absently along the soft cotton of his T-shirt. And best of all? No alarms. No helmets. Just him and Y/N, tangled up under the sheets with nowhere to be for a few precious hours.

Until she suddenly sat up and said, “We forgot the brownie mix.”

Bob blinked. “…What?”

“For game night.” She was already climbing out of bed in one of his oversized Navy t-shirts. “We said we’d make cookies and brownies from scratch. We have nothing. No flour. No sugar. No butter. Nada.”

Bob sat up, rubbing his eyes. “We’re hosting in like eight hours.”

“Exactly,” she called from the bathroom. “We need to get moving. Come on, I want the good chocolate chips this time—not the sad store brand ones that taste like disappointment.”

———

Bob pushed the cart. Y/N loaded it like she was prepping for a bake sale and a full-blown dessert war.

“Okay, flour… sugar… brown sugar… butter…” she muttered, tossing each into the cart. “Do we have vanilla extract at home?”

Bob thought for a second. “We used it all when you made those lemon cookies.”

“I made those two months ago.”

“Yeah. They were good.”

She gave him a look and tossed two bottles into the cart. “Just in case.”

They turned the corner into the candy aisle and Bob paused beside the baking chocolate.

“Do we need cocoa powder too?”

Y/N smirked. “Look at you, getting all chef-y.”

He blushed and ducked his head. “I like when you get all excited about baking.”

She leaned over the cart, chin on her arms, watching him pick out ingredients with way too much concentration. “You’re cute when you take dessert this seriously.”

“You’re cute all the time,” he murmured without thinking.

She blinked. “Did you just flirt with me in front of the Nestlé Toll House chips?”

“Absolutely.”

———

They weren’t supposed to stop here.

They were just going to the store for baking stuff. That was the whole plan. But Y/N had spotted the tiny corner DVD shop on the way back and dragged Bob in “just for five minutes,” which Bob knew translated to thirty minutes minimum and at least one Regency Romance DVD purchase.

“Okay but listen,” Y/N said, holding up a copy of The Proposal. “Betty White, Ryan Reynolds, Sandra Bullock, a fake engagement—this is cinema.”

Bob squinted at the back. “Didn’t you already own this?”

“I lent it to Phoenix and never got it back.”

He handed her a second DVD—Remember the Titans. “Should we get something for the squad? Something safe? Hangman said if we picked anything emotional again, he’d walk.”

Y/N raised a brow. “He cried during The Notebook. His opinion is invalid.”

———

Music played low in the background—Taylor Swift, of course. Y/N danced around the kitchen in socks and a sports bra while Bob carefully measured flour into two mixing bowls.

“Cookies or brownies first?” she asked, licking brownie batter off her finger.

“Cookies. Brownies need to cool longer.”

She grinned at him. “You’ve learned well, padawan.”

“I had a good teacher,” Bob said, stepping behind her to press a kiss to her neck. “Also, I didn’t know the right way to separate eggs until you literally smacked one out of my hand and said ‘NO.’”

Y/N shrugged. “Tough love builds character.”

The oven preheated. The kitchen slowly filled with the scent of vanilla and chocolate. Outside, the sun drifted through the windows like melted gold. Bob leaned back against the counter, watching her hum along to the music, her cheeks pink with heat and happiness.

This was what peace looked like.

Cookies in the oven. Brownies prepped. And a stack of DVDs waiting for chaos.

“Remind me again,” Y/N said, brushing flour off her nose, “why we ever let Fanboy near our electronics?”

Bob sighed. “Because the last time we told him no, he called us communists.”

“Right. And because you’re too nice to say no to anyone.”

Bob smiled. “That too.”

——

By the time the doorbell rang, the kitchen was a war zone.

Frosting smeared across the counter. Mixing bowls in the sink. A chocolate chip lodged in Bob’s hair that Y/N kept refusing to point out because “it’s cute.”

But the desserts? Perfect.

“I swear, if Hangman says anything about my brownies being dry again,” Y/N muttered, smoothing the top layer with a spatula, “I’m throwing them at him.”

Bob chuckled. “He’s just mad yours are better than his mom’s.”

“I know they are.”

The doorbell rang again—longer this time.

Y/N wiped her hands on a towel. “Fanboy.”

“How do you know?”

“Because only Fanboy rings like the FBI’s about to kick the door in.”

⸻

Sure enough, Fanboy and Payback were waiting outside with three board games, a six-pack, and a pizza box already missing a slice.

“You’re early,” Bob said as he let them in.

“You’re welcome,” Fanboy grinned. “We wanted to beat Hangman to the good snacks.”

“We are the good snacks,” Y/N said, stealing a slice of pizza. “Make yourselves at home.”

Within twenty minutes, the living room looked like a college dorm.

Cards, empty soda cans, stacks of DVDs, and a very aggressive game of Uno already brewing on the coffee table. Phoenix arrived next, flinging her jacket over the couch and heading straight for the kitchen.

“Do I smell brownies?”

“You smell victory,” Y/N said, handing her one. “They’re still warm. Frosted too.”

Phoenix took a bite and made a sound that was definitely not safe for public spaces. “Okay. If hosting comes with this kind of dessert, you’re doing it every week.”

“Not a chance,” Bob laughed. “Next week’s Maverick’s turn. He already threatened us with Top Gun trivia.”

“Oh god, I’m calling out sick.”

⸻

By 6:00 PM, the whole squad had arrived.

Maverick with a six-pack and popcorn. Coyote with margarita mix. Rooster brought his guitar and swore he wouldn’t play it (he absolutely would). And finally—late as usual—Hangman waltzed in wearing sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt like he was on spring break.

“I’m here,” he announced. “Start clapping.”

“You’re two hours late,” Phoenix deadpanned.

“And still the best looking one here,” he said, finger-gunning at Bob. “Except for Floyd, apparently. I heard he’s a monster in the kitchen. Can’t wait to see what else he’s good at.”

Bob nearly dropped the tray of cookies.

Y/N arched a brow. “You trying to die tonight, Bagman?”

Hangman grinned. “Nah, just trying to stir the pot.”

———

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group rotated through board games, cookie breaks, and general shit-talking.

Bob had just defeated Maverick in a shock Uno reversal.

Y/N and Phoenix were arguing over whether or not The Proposal was the greatest rom-com of all time.

Fanboy wandered back over to the shelves. “Alright, alright. Game’s over. Let’s pick the movie.”

“Nothing sad!” Hangman warned. “I swear if I cry again tonight—”

“You cried during Paddington 2,” Payback muttered.

“He was a misunderstood bear!”

Fanboy rifled through the DVDs. “Too sappy. Too scary. Seen it. Seen it. This one looks new…”

He pulled a clear jewel case from the back. No label. No print. Just a blank disc with a small black smudge on the plastic.

——

The lights dimmed. Everyone piled onto the couch or the floor with blankets and snacks. Hangman stole the corner of Y/N’s couch and tried to drape a throw blanket over Bob’s legs, who promptly pushed it off.

Bob and Y/N stayed back in the kitchen for a second—pulling cookies off the tray, pouring drinks, laughing softly about the Uno drama.

“Are we sure we want them using our TV?” Bob asked.

“We’re not sure about anything tonight,” Y/N said, sliding him a drink. “Just roll with it.”

They were mid-kiss—chocolatey and sweet—when it happened.

From the living room:

A pause.

Then a sound.

Soft. Breathless.

“You sure it’s recording?”

A voice. Bob’s voice.

And then—

“OH MY GOD,” someone screamed.

“BOB!!!” Phoenix shrieked.

“IS THAT—ARE THEY—” Fanboy stuttered.

“YO TURN IT OFF!!” Rooster howled.

“WHY IS HE SAYING ‘YES MA’AM?!’” Hangman cackled.

Bob froze. “No.”

Y/N blinked. “No no no no no—”

They bolted into the living room.

The TV glowed in the dark. On screen: their bedroom.

Their bodies.

Their sounds.

Their moans.

And worst of all?

Bob’s voice again: “You like that, sweetheart?”

Y/N let out a shriek that could have shattered the screen. “THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE NIGHTSTAND!”

Bob scrambled toward the DVD player like it was a bomb. “I—oh my god—I didn’t—I didn’t know it was in there—I thought I moved it!”

“You didn’t!” she cried, grabbing a pillow to cover her face. “YOU DIDN’T!”

Hangman had fallen to the floor. “BRO. You freaks. You absolute freaks.”

Fanboy was crying. “WHY WAS HE IN A COWBOY HAT?!”

Bob yanked the disc out and slammed the screen off.

Silence.

Then—

“I can never look at this couch the same again,” Maverick said quietly.

——

The TV was dark now.

The room wasn’t.

It burned with secondhand embarrassment so thick, you could slice it with a dull butter knife.

Bob stood frozen in front of the screen, clutching the DVD like it might come alive and bite him.

Y/N was face down on the kitchen counter.

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.

Then—

“…So do we finish it or…?” Fanboy asked.

Phoenix threw a cookie at him.

Hard.

⸻

Y/N finally lifted her head. Her face was crimson.

“I am going to die. Right here. Right now.”

“You’re not gonna die,” Phoenix said gently. “You are, however, going to get absolutely obliterated in the group chat for the rest of your natural life.”

Bob was mid-panic attack, pacing in tiny, frantic circles in front of the TV. “I don’t—I swear—I thought I moved it—I keep all our personal stuff in the nightstand, I never put that on the shelf, I don’t even remember putting it in the case—”

“Did you back it up to the cloud?” Fanboy asked.

“OH MY GOD—” Y/N shouted.

“Stop talking,” Phoenix snapped, shoving a brownie in his mouth. “Immediately.”

Hangman sat back with his arms crossed, glowing like it was Christmas morning. “So… let me get this straight. Y’all out here doing 1080p director’s cut levels of freakiness… with camera angles?!”

Bob groaned.

Hangman pointed to the screen. “I saw a tripod, Floyd. A TRIPOD.”

Payback nearly choked. “Oh my god—there were camera angles?!”

“You used soft lighting,” Rooster wheezed. “You had a setup!”

“I like aesthetics!” Y/N cried, throwing her hands up.

“She does,” Bob muttered, still scarlet. “She lit candles.”

“THEY LIT CANDLES?” Hangman shrieked. “This is porn for Libras!”

⸻

Y/N spun on Bob in a panic. “What else is on that disc?”

“I don’t know!” Bob hissed. “I thought that one was blank—I swear I didn’t mean to—I must’ve mixed it up with the backup one and—”

“THERE’S A BACKUP?”

Bob slapped a hand over his face. “I didn’t mean it like that!!”

Rooster collapsed face-first onto a pillow, crying from laughter.

“I can’t—I’m seeing you in a new light, Floyd,” Hangman said, wiping a tear. “And I gotta say—I’m proud. Disturbed. But proud.”

Y/N pointed a trembling finger at Bob. “You’re in charge of labeling our sex tapes from now on.”

He nodded frantically. “Absolutely. Color-coded. Numbered. Password protected.”

———

The squad had finally left.

And by “left,” of course, we mean: shoved out the door with leftover brownies, Hangman still screaming “I WANT THE EXTENDED CUT!” as he got dragged to the car.

Y/N slammed the door shut behind Phoenix, locked it, and turned around with a deep, soul-wounded sigh.

Bob was standing in the middle of the living room holding a throw pillow like it could protect his dignity.

“I want to crawl under the house and never come back.”

She laughed—really laughed—for the first time all night. “Baby…”

He dropped the pillow and flopped face-first onto the couch. “We’re never hosting again. Ever. I’ll burn the TV. I’ll join a monastery. You’ll have to visit me in silence and robes.”

Y/N walked over, climbed onto the couch, and sat on top of him.

“Okay, Brother Bob. But I’m gonna be the scandalous nun that sneaks in during full moon sermons.”

He groaned into the cushion.

⸻

A beat passed.

Then two.

Then—

“They saw me in a cowboy hat,” he said miserably.

Y/N grinned. “You looked hot.”

Bob sat up so fast she nearly fell off his lap. “YOU CAN’T SAY THAT.”

She threw her arms around his shoulders. “I can say that. Because I remember exactly what you said in that hat. And how it ended.”

He turned cherry red. “You’re evil.”

“And you came in, like, eleven seconds.”

“I WAS EXCITED,” he cried.

Y/N smirked and kissed his cheek. “You’re adorable when you’re humiliated.”

Bob buried his face in her neck. “I can never look Maverick in the eye again.”

“He’ll survive,” she said. “The man was a pilot in the ’80s. You think this is the first sex tape he’s seen?”

“…He did say he once flew with a guy who got court-martialed for crashing after a blowjob.”

“See?” She kissed his temple. “Legacy, baby.”

———

Y/N stood in one of Bob’s oversized shirts, brushing her teeth with a sleepy sway. Bob was behind her, washing his face like he was trying to erase his entire personality.

“Do you think Fanboy’s already editing a trailer?”

Bob groaned.

“Like—‘In a world… where cookies weren’t the only thing getting creamed—’”

“STOP.”

She snorted around her toothbrush.

Bob wiped his face, leaned into the mirror, and groaned again. “They’re gonna bring this up forever.”

“I know,” she said, rinsing. “They’ll never let it go. You’ll never live it down. And I’m gonna bring it up at every wedding toast from now until we die.”

“Please don’t.”

“I will. Especially if you make me watch The Martian again.”

Bob grinned despite himself. “You like The Martian.”

“I like you. The Martian is just part of the package deal.”

⸻

They locked eyes in the mirror.

And for a second, everything else faded—the shame, the chaos, the cowboy hat discourse. It was just them, in the warm bathroom light, standing a little too close, tired but still laughing.

Bob leaned in, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly against her shoulder.

Y/N tilted her head back onto his. “You don’t have to be.”

“I should’ve double-checked. Triple-checked.”

She turned around, cupped his face with both hands. “Bob Floyd. If your worst sin is that you accidentally played our sex tape because you were too excited about cookie night… I forgive you.”

He smiled.

“You’re perfect,” she added.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered. “You made me come in, like, eleven seconds. Again.”

She gasped and shoved him. “YOU SAID IT FIRST!”

He caught her around the waist, laughing. “Because it’s TRUE.”

———

Three months later. Sunday brunch.

Bob and Y/N were sitting at an outdoor table under a striped umbrella, sipping coffee with Bob’s Momma—sweet, Southern, church-on-Sundays, bless-your-heart energy radiating from her pearls and paisley blouse.

It was all going so well.

Y/N had just made her laugh. Bob had just offered to split a cinnamon roll. There were fresh strawberries. The sun was shining.

And then—

Bob’s phone buzzed.

1 New Message – “Hard Deck Hooligans” Group Chat

He didn’t check it. Just sipped his coffee.

Then it buzzed again.

Then again.

Then like fourteen more times in a row.

He blinked down at his phone.

Y/N, across the table, raised a brow.

Bob finally opened it.

And stopped breathing.

⸻

Jake Seresin had sent:

• One (1) blurry screenshot of the sex tape.

• Captioned:

“Just found this masterpiece again while clearing my storage. Honestly Oscar-worthy. @Bob @Y/N when’s the sequel?”

Bob dropped his phone like it burned him.

Y/N blinked. “Everything okay?”

He just stared at her.

Then his momma gently reached across the table and picked up the phone to hand it back to him.

The screen lit up right as she looked down.

The image popped up full-screen.

It was Bob.

In a cowboy hat.

Naked.

Mid-action.

“OH MY GOD—” Bob lunged across the table like it was life or death.

Y/N slapped both hands over her mouth.

His mother—sweet, soft-spoken, gentle Southern woman—slowly set the phone back down. Folded her hands. Took a delicate sip of water.

“…Robert,” she said calmly, “is that your… rear end?”

Bob made a strangled noise.

Y/N choked. “I’m sorry, I—I think I just blacked out for a second—”

His mother turned to her. “Sugar, is that you in the… video?”

Y/N nodded slowly, like she was confessing to a crime.

“Alright,” Momma said with a tight smile. “I just needed to confirm before I go into prayer.”

⸻

Bob was catatonic.

He stared down into his coffee, visibly glitching, whispering, “This isn’t real. I’ve astral projected. I’ve died.”

Y/N looked like she was trying not to pass out from laughing.

“I’m gonna kill him,” she whispered. “Jake. He’s a dead man.”

Bob muttered something like ‘I’m never going outside again’ before curling in on himself.

Y/N reached under the table and squeezed his thigh.

“You did look hot, baby,” she whispered.

He whimpered.

⸻

Meanwhile – Hangman’s Apartment

Hangman was kicked back on his couch, smug as hell, sipping a beer.

“Why’d you do that?” Phoenix asked, half amused, half exasperated.

He held up his phone. “Because life is short, but Bob’s cowboy hat lives forever.”

——

It started with a label.

Thick black Sharpie. Block letters. Written by Y/N, in all-caps, on a fresh blank disc:

“DO NOT PLAY THIS AT MOVIE NIGHT.”

Bob added a neon orange sticker below it that read:

“PRIVATE – GO AWAY, JAKE.”

It was 11:23 PM. There was incense burning. Low R&B playing. And Y/N was standing in the center of their bedroom in nothing but a pair of lace panties and Bob’s flight school sweatshirt, holding the camera remote with a glint in her eye.

“Think we’ll traumatize him if we send him the opening credits?”

Bob, already shirtless and blushing, tilted his head. “Is that the goal?”

She smirked. “It’s the minimum.”

⸻

Bob had been anxious all day. But once the record light glowed red—and Y/N straddled him, slow, soft, deliberate—it stopped feeling like humiliation.

It started feeling like control.

This time, he knew the angles. He chose the lighting. He wasn’t in a panic sweat—he was in silk sheets, with her body rolling above him, gasping into his ear, completely in charge.

And when she pulled off her sweatshirt and whispered, “This one’s for Jake,” before sinking down onto him—

Bob groaned, “He doesn’t deserve this masterpiece.”

⸻

📀 Two Days Later – Group Chat

Hangman:

📩 New AirDrop from: R.FLOYD

Rooster:

uhh y’all getting that too or just me?

Phoenix:

wait. wait. did he—?

Hangman:

oh my god.

oh my GOD.

OH MY GOD.

THEY SENT A TRAILER.

WITH MUSIC.

AND TRANSITIONS.

Fanboy:

BOTH OF THEM IN SILK??

AND A SLOW PAN??

BOB YOU EDITED THIS??

Bob:

🙂 yes.

Y/N:

enjoy it. you earned it.

Hangman:

bro I will NEVER talk shit again

this is cinema.

⸻

Later That Night – Bob & Y/N’s Bedroom

Bob crawled into bed with a satisfied sigh, arms wrapping around Y/N’s waist under the blankets. She giggled as he buried his face in her neck.

“You feel better now?” she asked.

“I feel legendary.”

Y/N turned in his arms to face him. “Think it’ll stop him?”

Bob thought for a second. “No. But at least next time he talks shit, I’ll just say ‘scene three, timestamp 1:24:56’ and walk away.”

She grinned. “Power move.”

They kissed—slow and smiling, warm and lazy—and Bob whispered against her lips:

“Next movie night? We’re bringing The Martian.”

She shoved him off the bed.

[kedreeva]

I am currently babysitting a recent-amputee peacock for a friend who is out of town. His breeder did not take the proper precautions of installing wide enough perches for winter roosting, and predictably this boy got such severe frostbite on both feet that most of all of his toes turned necrotic, and eventually (this last week) fell off.

Losing toes to frostbite like this is extremely painful. And yet most fowl owners will shrug and inform you that the bird will "get around fine" after the toes (or even the whole foot) fall off. They do not give the birds any painkillers, no meds for circulation (which could potentially save more of the foot/toes), no antibiotics (despite that the bird is facing a major amputation that includes bones, wounds that could easily lead to bone infection or sepsis), nothing. They don't keep the wounds particularly clean usually, either; the bird is lucky if it even gets separated for any care at all. And this poor guy was unfortunately no exception.

Thankfully, his breeder surrendered him free to a friend of mine, who got him to my vet and got plenty of care for him. However, he's facing not just the frostbite, but injuries to his head and neck from the other birds picking on him for moving funny, and severe malnutrition from not having gotten enough to eat (it's hard to want to eat when you're in staggering amounts of pain and it's hard to move to go to the food).

He arrived here Sunday, and even though it's been a month, he didn't feel significantly more filled in than he'd been when I first picked him up. He also absolutely reeked. Like, I know peafowl poo isn't a fantastic smell but this was so much worse. Since he was staying inside at my house, it stank up the whole house badly enough even I could smell it.

So Monday morning, I gave him a bath. He's been in pain and having a hard time walking, so instead he's just been kind of laying in it when he poops or passes urates. His belly was caked. It turned the bathwater brown. But, I got him cleaned up as much as could, while using this bath as a chance to soak the foot wounds. Because when he came out, we had a little debriding session with his most recently amputated foot, where I cut away 1/2" portions of even thicker scabs caked in mud and ??? that also reeked. I sanitized the wounds, applied the silver sulfadiazine cream she's given me for it, and wrapped it up gently (and without the weird donut thing she wrapped into his dressing).

He slept VERY soundly on a heat pad for a while after that, but once he was up he seemed a lot more comfy putting a little bit of weight on the bandaged foot..

He's also getting meds tubed to his crop, along with liquid feed. Every morning, I make him a scrambled peafowl egg, and every morning he wolfs it down like he's never had food before in his life. Today, for the first time since Sunday (so 3 days ago at this point), he started having solid poop again. Tonight, he was chowing down on feed all by himself before I did evening meds.

So, I'm hoping for a speedy or at least good recovery for him.

Here he is honking at me because I gave him a foot bath because he did a massive poop and then immediately stepped in it. So fun.

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Loid Forger x Fem! Reader: Spy Confession's

Paring: Loid forger x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Language, small talk about gun

WC:2,362

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Summary: Loid, Y/n and Anya Forger are the perfect normal family. Just one thing, it's all fake to help the mission Strix, right? Well, things might spill out in Loid's office.

My dear sweet family, well my fake family. We are the Forgers, my husband Loid Forger aka Twilight, and our daughter Anya, who we adopted from an orphanage and who has brought more joy to my life than I thought was possible. And then there’s me, Agent Ruby Phoenix, but I am fronting as Loid’s wife Y/n Forger for mission: Strix. My job is to make our family look normal and presentable enough for Loid to move in and be friends with Donovan Desmond.

Anya also has a large part to play to become an imperial scholar, but that can take a long time, so in the meantime, I will play my part perfectly as usual. Loid and have been partners on a couple of missions, but it has never been this long or stressful. Also, the fact that I actually like Loid does not help, I can’t help it, he’s so handsome and the best spy after me of course. I genuinely admire him, he has saved me more than just once. And this cosplaying as his wife messes with my head and feelings more than usual. 

“Good morning Y/n.” He greets me as he sips his coffee while reading his newspaper. 

“Good morning Loid, did you get any word on your next mission?” On top of the mission strix, we are also called to do mini missions. We really need new agents.

“Yes, I’ll be leaving after work today, so you and Anya will be on your own for dinner. Speaking of, I have to get her up, or she’ll be late for school.” He ruffles the newspaper, puts it down, and snaps into the caring father role. He would never admit it, but he actually enjoys this mundane life, and so do I.

“Morning mama.” Sleepy Anya greets me while rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning Anya! Guess what? We get to have dinner with just you and me tonight so that means I’ll make something special!” I excitedly tell her, hoping to wake her up since the bus is just forty-five minutes away. 

“Really! Yay!” She jumps up and down, waking up Bond, our big fluffy white dog.

“Borf! Borf!” I go over to pet him to calm him down.

“Don’t worry Bond, Anya is just excited. But you're such a good protector aren’t you boy.” He jumps on top of me to lick me. 

“Borf! Borf!” 

“Ah Bond, stop you're getting your slober all over me!” I laughed a real laugh which hadn’t happened in a long time. At that moment, Loid stepped out of his room dressed for the day.

“Wow, I haven’t heard that in… I can’t even remember the last time. It’s nice, I miss it.”  Loid thought to himself, and of course, Anya heard it.

“Ah! Does papa actually like Mama? I got to help them!”  Without her parents noticing, she slips in the kitchen, takes Loid’s lunch, and hides it. “Hehe my plan is in action I’m just like Papa.”

Eventually, Loid and Anya leave for school and work, and I have the day off from my front job. It’s perfect, I've been meaning to clean this place in tip-top shape. To be the ideal typical family, the house must be clean. I start with the kitchen. I am cleaning the fridge when I move the eggs, I see Loid’s lunch.

“Did he really leave his lunch? Damn the agency really need’s to give him a break. Well, I guess I just will need to bring it to him.” I smile to myself and put on my jacket.

“Hold the fort down Bond!” I yell as I leave.

“Borf!”

Walking into the hospital, everyone recognizes me as Mrs. Forger.

“Hi Mrs.Forger!” “Hello!” I smile and wave.

“Good afternoon Mrs.Forger!” another nurse waves.

“Yes good afternoon!” I know every one of Loid’s colleagues, it is my job as his wife to know every one of his work “Friends”.

“Mrs. Forger, you're here?” Miss Fiona Frost asks me.

“Yes, my dear silly husband forgot his lunch. Can you believe that?” I joked with her.

“Right very silly.” She responds in a very serious tone. You see from anyone else I would think they're joking with me, but with Fiona Frost I know she’s planning to take my spot from me. Fiona aka Nightfall is another agent in our organization. She is a very skilled spy, and I would say the best, along with Loid and me. The thing is, she also has a huge crush on Loid, so when she heard I got this mission as his wife and not her. Her hatred for me turned into a deep, uncontrollable detestment.

“Could you tell me where he is?” 

“Right of course he’s… just cleaning up in his office.” Cleaning up from what? “You see, I was bringing him ice tea and spilled all over him, so he’s super… wet.” What the ever living fuck is that supposed to mean. I’m usually calm and collected, but hearing her talk like that, I wanted to pull out my pistol, which I always kept on me. “I can take his lunch for him if you like.” She tries to act innocent.

“No, I will. I want to make sure that the stain comes out, so if you could tell people not to disturb us, thank you, Miss. Frost.” With that I speed walk to his office gribbing his lunch bag I know nothing happened Fiona was just being a bitch trying to make me leave so she could swoop in and be the hero. But I can’t help the jealousy from seeping in like that iced tea.

I grab the doorknob and throw it open.

“Ahh! Y/n what are you doing here?” Loid confusingly asked me as he was buttoning up a new shirt. About four buttons still had to go, leaving his muscular, toned chest exposed. I quickly shut the door behind me.

“You uh you left your lunch at home,” I answer, trying not to look.

“I did. I could've sworn I had put it in my bag. Well, thank you anyway.” He takes the bag.

“So you had Ice tea spilled on you, huh, Twilight?” I teasefully bump his shoulder leaning against his desk. We didn’t have to worry about his office being bugged; we checked everywhere before he came, and there is also a secret passageway to HQ from here.

“Stop it, I was distracted so I didn’t have time to stop it.” I think back to what Fiona was wearing, it was a low-cut dress. Loid’s not the type of man to look down women’s dresses, right?

“What was distracting you?” I asked, looking at his stained shirt, thinking about how I was going to get the stain out, trying to protect myself from his answer.

“I was looking over tonight’s mission notes. Why?” Oh thank God.

“Oh, no reason, just curious. Well, you have your lunch. Good luck on your mission.” With that, I turned to make my leave. 

“Wait Y/n-” He calls after me. As I turn back, I trip over my own feet and have him catch me. My hand’s land on his chest and his on my waist.

“Got you.” His eyes bore into mine.

“You do.” We didn’t let go.

“Y/n, why did you lie?” Shit I forgot one his many skill’s is being able to tell lie’s even better then me.

“I thought that maybe you were looking down, Miss. Frost’s shirt.” I embarrassingly admit. He take’s my words in.

“Y/n, you know I would never do that even out of Loid Forger.” His grip tightens.

“I know it was stupid.” I can’t seem to make eye contact.

“Why would you even- Y/n do you… like me.” Fuck you know what apaertley when it come’s to the man I’ve had a crush on for year’s I turn into a blubering school girl.

“It doesn’t matter, I let my emotions get in the way of the mission. I’m sorry, I understand if you want Fiona as Mrs.For-” I suddenly feel contact on my lips and it wasn’t a fist like it usually is, it was his lips. It seems the world freezes as our kiss continues. He lets go. 

“I like you too Y/n.” I blush at his words.

“For how long?” I barely let out, my face burning up.

“Since our training days”

“That was fifteen years ago,” I stated, my heart beating even faster.

“Exactly.” I've liked him for about ten years, that means he’s liked me this whole time!

“Really!?”

“You're questioning why I like you? Okay, I’ll tell you. One, you are the most brilliant spy I have ever seen. Two, your kindness in situations where people don’t even deserve it. Three, your beauty is unremarkable. Should I go on? I have about two hundred more.” At that, my heart should have jumped out of my chest. “Also, I can add on your Jeously; it is pretty cute.”

“Jeosuly, I wasn’t jeosuly. That’s ridiculous; I am one of the top spies in the whole world.” I spewed out and we both knew I was lying again. 

“Y/n, can I kiss you again?” He tipped my head to meet his eyes with a delicate touch of his hand.

“At this point if you don’t I’ll shoot you.” He chuckles and kisses me again. Somehow he led me to his desk where my legs hit the edge. I throw my arms around his neck to bring him closer.

His lips were everything I had dreamed they would be. Soft in the middle and rough on the outer from all the hits he takes on them. Without even realising he’s tugging on mine, teeth mashing with mine. And our tongues meet in the middle, wrapping over another. I could still taste the sweet and sour lemon and sugar mixture from the iced tea. We finally let go, our breaths mixing.

“I’m going to show you why you are my wife and why I am going to marry you.” He goes to my neck. I grab his shirt, I had been intimate for my missions before, I also had meaningless sex, but I've never had it real. He lays small kisses down my neck and finally settles down a special spot. And sucks down.

“Ah fuck Loid!” I exclamied and in response he sucks harder pulling at the skin a little. He creates a bruise and licks it to soothe it.

“Do you like that Ruby Phoenix?” His voice was low, sending vibrations down to my core.

“Uh huh.” I just nodded, I was putty in his hands.

“Good.” He continues to lick and bite. Without noticing he stops.

“Why did you stop?” I wined out.

“Because it seems another part of your body needs attention.” He gets on his knees. And his hands go up to my skirt.

“Wait wait!” I grab his hands.

“We can stop, no problem.” 

“It’s not that I just no one’s gone down on me.” 

“Well then I must racticaleized that as your husband.” His fingers pull down my skirt. I al wearing tights and he has no problem to ripe those.

“Green lace panties my favorite.” My face burns again. He grabs my thigh and puts it on his shoulder.  He starts to kiss my inner thigh.

“Is that vanilla lotion?” He asks, like his face wasn’t in the middle of my lap.

“Yes it IS” He licks through the fabric up to my clit.

“Loid!” His tongue runs and up and down the slit. The fabric was now getting wet. He sucks up and latches on my clit. And gives a small tug. On this point my pussy was on fire.

“I think she’s ready for my tongue and finger, don’t you think?” I just nod and he grabs my panties and tosses them off. Tongue plunges deep into me. He starts to push in and out slowly and makes rings in me. I was a whole mess. I go to his blond locks to pull him in more. It then starts to go faster. Liquid spilled out of me and it was dribbling down his chin. He was eating me out like he was starved.

“Tastes so good.” My clit get’s light taps to drive me further over the edge. He stops again.

“Loid please!” I was about to combust if I didn't get my realsie soon. 

“I know babe I know just let me do this.” He fingers slide in. Two.

I grab his wrist, not used to the thickness. He just lets them sit there for a second for me to adjust to them. I couldnt imagine his cock.

“I’m going to start pumping them kay?” I nod and he starts pumping up. My pussy clamps over them. His fingers pet my walls, looking for a specific spot. He jams up and finds it.

“SHIT its right there Loid!” I practically screamed out. He pumps faster and faster. My pussy is slodge at this point. His other hand goes to my clit to tease it. And my hips desperately jump forward. Wanting all of it. Fingers in and out and making small rings on my clit I was about to cum.

“Loid I’m close.” At that he kisses me sweetly to hide my moan. At that pump and circle I came.

“MHH!” I squirted all over his hand and desk. We depart from each other.

“So did I perform my husband duties well?” He could be such a teasing asshole sometimes.

“I think so…” I look over the desk. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be, there's more coming.” I seriously think I'll have a heart attack.

“Loid?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful on your mission tonight.” With a kiss on his cheek, I cleaned myself up and left feeling like this fake marriage just became very real.

“Mama, I’m home,” Anya called out, entering our house.

“Hi Anya, I’m just making dinner!” I smiled while stirring the soup pot. “Man, I'm sure happy Loid forgot his lunch.”  

“Ah! My plan worked once again, the world is saved thanks to me.” 

I also have smut Gojo fics if you like! Valentine's Day & Work Rivals

[apomaro-mellow]

CC Ransoms Steve 5

Part 4

Eddie hated being woken up and being woken up rudely made it even worse. "What the hell?!", he demanded to know when Doug pushed him to the floor.

"What the hell? You were supposed to be watching Harrington, that's the hell!"

"He's right th-", Eddie pointed to the couch, which was now devoid of their meal ticket. "Oh."

Doug crossed his arms. "Check the kitchen."

Eddie scrambled to his feet and did just that, only just now noticing the smell of breakfast cooking. And there was Steve, standing in front of the stove like he owned the place. Then he pointed an accusatory finger at Gareth and Jeff, already seated and eating.

"Traitors!"

"Hey, it's my house. These pancakes are my property", Gareth said.

Eddie had half a mind to smash his face into those hot cakes. "You made everyone breakfast?", he asked Steve instead.

"I made myself breakfast. I just happened to make too much and these vultures scavenged it", Steve said, flipping a pancake one handed. Showoff.

Eddie didn't doubt that they did in fact scavenge. Who could resist fresh, hot breakfast on a cold winter morning? Instead of asking Steve anymore though, he turned to Doug.

"What was that rude awakening for, he's right here!"

"Not the point. You fell asleep watching him. Have you never heard of taking shifts? You didn't wake any of us up to give you a break", Doug said.

Eddie rolled his eyes just as Steve handed him a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

"Eat", Steve said. "Big plans today."

Eddie got away without confessing that he'd spent way too much time staring at Steve's sleeping face. The guy had good genes, he could admit that. He stuffed his face to keep from saying so though as the rest of them decided on the specifics of the plan. The house was empty now and they needed the money as soon as possible. So they bundled up and left right after finishing breakfast.

"No weight tied to my leg? No shackles? You're not even gonna tie me up?", Steve asked as they piled into the van.

"Don't tempt me, Harrington", Eddie said as he started her up.

They drove to the next neighborhood and parked right in the driveway. Eddie sighed. "So we just walk in the front door and take whatever we want? Easy enough."

"Well, no, we don't just walk in", Steve said. "I don't have my keys."

"What do you mean you don't have your keys?", Jeff frowned.

"Someone jumped me at school and I dropped them", Steve shot back.

"You don't have a spare under the welcome mat or something?", Gareth asked.

Steve rolled his eyes like that was a ridiculous notion. "No, I don't. You guys are amateur kidnappers, but doesn't any one of you know how to break into a place?"

Eddie sighed. "Alright, let's head to the back."

Behind the house, Steve almost warned Eddie to not smash the glass of the back door, only to see him pull out a small kit from his coat pocket. Within a minute, the back door was opened. He bowed and held an arm out for Steve.

"After you."

"...Impressive." Steve walked in, knocking some of the snow off of his shoes before going too deep inside. "Just take anything that looks important. NOT the TV", he said quickly, noting how Gareth was already eyeing it.

"Alright, Jeff, you go through the kitchen. Silver, fine china, you got an eye for that stuff. Doug, to the basement. Gareth, living room is yours, but not the TV", Eddie said, giving Steve a look.

"Where are you going?", Jeff asked.

"Upstairs with the man of the house. Gotta make up for not keepin' an eye on him before", Eddie grinned. "Come on Steve-o!"

Steve stuck his hands in his pockets and led the way up, taking Eddie straight to his parents' room. Eddie whistled. It sure did look like the bedroom of people who were pretty well off. Mr. Harrington had a bunch of nice watches on display. A couple of cologne bottles too. Mrs. Harrington had one of those hand displays for her rings.

Eddie looked at Steve. "You're just gonna let us take this stuff?"

"I said I would, didn't I?" Steve was leaning against the wall by the door.

"And you're not gonna call the cops on us right after?"

"If I do, you'll tell them I'm the one that robbed that convenience store."

Eddie chuckled. "Lifting a few beers is hardly the same as breaking and entering and grand theft."

"You saying you need something else on me?" Steve raised a brow and crossed his arms.

"It wouldn't hurt to have a little more dirt on King Steve", Eddie shrugged, stepping closer to him.

Steve looked him up and down. "I know you were staring at me all night."

Eddie froze in his tracks. "Staring? Or guarding?"

Steve didn't respond at first. He didn't take his eyes off of Eddie as he closed the bedroom door. "I know about you. What they say about you."

People said a lot of things about him. But Steve didn't seem to mind the criminal side. And he'd yet to poke any fun at any of them for being apart of a club that played games. Eddie could only think of one other thing.

"Maybe...maybe they'd say that about me too... If they knew", Steve said.

Eddie felt his mouth go dry. "Yeah? How do you even know it's true about me?"

"I saw you. Behind this bar one time."

"Steve Harrington goes to bars?", Eddie smirked.

"I was next door. But when I came outside, I saw...", he trailed off and Eddie didn't need him to finish. He could imagine. Eddie frequented bars for band, business, and booze. And sometimes, there was someone of a similar inclination. And if the bathroom was occupied, the alley way it was.

"What would the people of Hawkins say if they knew Steve Harrington wasn't what he appeared to be?" Eddie began walking towards him again, only stopping when they were at last, toe to toe. "They might run him out of town. If it was true, that is."

Steve leaned in closer. "Wanna see if it's true?"

Eddie missed Steve glancing down at his lips only because he was staring at Steve's. When he looked back up, he saw a light in his eyes and closed the space between them. Steve's hands went right to his hair, pulling him in even closer as they devoured each others mouths. Eddie pressed Steve to the wall and the layers between their bodies were suddenly unbearable.

They started by removing their coats and Steve turned them to lead Eddie towards the bed. Steve fell backwards, pulling Eddie on top and their kissing resumed. Just slightly more controlled this time. Steve licked into his mouth and Eddie's hand was already trying to get under his sweater.

Eddie groaned as Steve's leg slid between his own. The fact that they were making out in his parents' bedroom wasn't lost on him. It made it all hotter honestly.

And then the doorbell rang.

Part 6

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Regret AU: Part 8a

A bit shorter: Daemon is faced with the unthinkable.

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Daemon sat at last, legs shaking with fatigue from the sleepless stretch of flight he had taken upon Caraxes, and gathered the empty blankets of his sons’ bed in his hands. Gone. They are gone.

No, not merely gone. Stolen.

A strand of dark hair caught his gaze, and he plucked it from the pillow, stretching it across his hand, from fingertip to wrist. The anger had not found him yet, much of it spent on his ride to Gulltown. Instead, it was a wrenching sense of loss. A fear such that he had never felt before. What if this is all that I shall have of them?

Daemon seized the far pillow, hunting for a trace of his other son and finding it after several fraught seconds. A pale strand joined the other, nearly identical in length, and he clutched both in his hand.

“My prince,” Lord Grafton said, meek as he had been since his arrival. “Shall I have the fire—”

“Leave me,” Daemon said, his other hand closing around Dark Sister’s hilt.

Grafton disappeared without another word, and with the closing of the door, the room was plunged into near darkness. It did not matter. There was no other trace left of his sons. Every belonging, down to the last toy, had been seized by their kidnappers.

Volantis. He had not thought to dwell upon the source of the dragon eggs that had become his sons’ hatchlings. Perhaps House Royce had allied with Volantis, or perhaps not. Perhaps they had betrayed one another. But Ser Willam’s warning had been plain: Volantene spies within the city sought his sons. And Grafton had dismissed it without even attempting to verify whether it was truth or self-serving falsehood.

Grafton was adamant, in fact, that Ser Willam was a scheming villain, one who had orchestrated the drugging of the castle. It was a tempting fiction—one of but a handful of scenarios that might result in his brother giving his blessing to burn Runestone itself—but there was no reason for the man to write to Daemon at all about his sons. He could have simply brought them to Gulltown and boarded the ship that had borne them away. Volantis would have won her dragons without a fight.

Now, however—there would be blood. Blood and fire aplenty. Volantis is far, yes, but we have the Stepstones. The Triarchy will not interfere, not if the alternative is a strengthened Volantis.

Daemon stood and felt himself sway. They have half a day’s travel. Caraxes could make up the distance, but it would take all of his strength, and he had already been taxed by the journey here. Six hours, he thought wearily. We shall rest for six hours. It was not nearly enough, but rage itself could be fuel when all else was spent.

Grafton had wisely made himself scarce, so Daemon relayed his wishes through the knight in attendance outside the door. Perhaps one of the very knights who let my sons be taken.

A meal was brought to him in the nursery, which he ate mindlessly. Eventually, a sense of satiety from Caraxes trickled through their bond, and he knew that his mount had partaken of his own meal. Daemon wrote a brief letter to Viserys and barely recognized himself in it, his nightmare condensed down to a few simple sentences. He wrote to Corlys next; the Velaryon fleet, though depleted, would mostly be back at Driftmark by now. The rest would be in prime position to watch the waters around the Stepstones.

I have no notion of where they might have gone. Narrow though the Narrow Sea might be, it stretched from Braavos to Lys in the far south. He did not think the Volantenes would risk venturing through the Stepstones themselves, where aside from the Iron Throne’s own ships, the shattered remnants of Drahar’s fleet would be looking to plunder their way to relevance once more. They will go by land to Volantis.

Which left Pentos their likely destination. Braavos had no love for Volantis, but Pentos had always been quick to ingratiate herself with her sister cities, preferring to avoid conflict wherever possible. A fact that would work in his favor should his search of the waters prove fruitless, for a dragon was a conflict that any city sought to avoid.

I will find them. He had already begged for Rhaenys’s aid, and that of her children. Meleys and Vhagar—they will not allow my father nor my mother’s grandsons to be lost. A ship could challenge a dragon for speed by sheer nature of its endurance; a caravan by land could not.

A final sweep of the room uncovered a single toy that had been missed, tucked behind a chair in the corner of the room: a wooden horse with wheels and a string by which it could be tugged. Daemon carried it back to the boys’ bed, setting it atop the bedside table, next to the oil lamp that served as the room’s only light.

He had arrived in Gulltown prepared to unleash his wrath upon House Royce. That wrath might yet fall, and upon House Grafton as well, but the ache that crept up in his throat as he set his head down upon his sons’ pillows threatened to choke him. He hugged one of their pillows in his arms, curling onto his side, and slept not a wink.

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Daemon hugging the only trace he has of his babies to his chest while reckoning with what it's actually like to be a father? You betcha. Next up: the chase!

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 10

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → Chapter ten ; wc | 3k

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Jungkook's pov

It's quiet during the drive, but my mind is racing with thoughts. The impulsive part of me questions, 'What are you doing, Jungkook? Who is she to you? Why are you helping her? Stop wasting your time.' Meanwhile, my moral guide, reassures me that I'm doing the right thing by helping, supporting, and taking responsibility like a gentleman.

Unsure which voice to follow, I decide to go with my mind since I never trust my heart. As I enter my house, silence greets me, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. Bam doesn't greet me, so I assume he's asleep. As I walk to the kitchen for a glass of water, I reflect on the satisfaction of helping but remind myself to be aware of the consequences.

I'm involved in a situation that could be shameful if discovered. I can avoid being implicated, but I'm not sure if Y/n can handle it. I could be selfish if I listened to my impulses, but my rational side steps in, guiding me to follow my mind without involving emotions. 'Do your part, Jeon Jungkook, and good things will come,' I tell myself.

After placing the half-empty glass on the counter, I head upstairs for a shower and bed. My mind refuses to shut down, replaying thoughts about work, investments, Bam's appointments, my checkups, and Y/n. She's probably asleep, overthinking, or relieved, while I stare at the ceiling until exhaustion finally takes over after a couple of hours.

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The morning sun hasn't risen yet, but I'm awake before my alarm, likely due to Bam's squeaks and whines. "Bammie," I call softly to my Doberman, who looks at me with his puppy eyes. It's yoga time. I believe in shaping my life purposefully. Waking up at 5 a.m., I don't reach for my phone first thing, and I advise others against it.

It's a waste of time. Statistics show 62% of people reach for their phones first thing in the morning, and 44% do so after snoozing their alarms. I'm proud not to be one of them. I put on my yoga pants, roll out the mat, and sit down with Bam on his own mat. He may not do yoga perfectly, but he enjoys mimicking my stretches and trying new positions. It's our routine, and he loves weekends because I'm around more. Our 5 a.m. yoga sessions are calming, especially with the quiet streets waiting for the sunrise.

I start with basic positions, taking deep breaths as I stretch. Bam follows with his dog stretches, making me chuckle at his antics. We continue until the morning sunlight fully brightens the day. "Good start, I'll prepare your breakfast, come Bam." After rolling up the mats and placing them against the yoga room wall, I head to the kitchen. I prepare Bam's meal of fully cooked chicken and beef, adhering to the saying 'breakfast should be eaten like a king.'

Bam's breakfast is a high-protein meal with his favorite meats; he absolutely hates fish and won't eat it, even if I offer it. I respect his preferences and avoid getting fish for him, as his likes and tastes are very important to me.

For myself, I prepare a full English breakfast: two fried eggs, caramelized bacon, toasted bread, and a slice of avocado toast with a cup of tea. This is my Saturday morning ritual, and I never skip it. I usually eat lightly during the week, but weekends start with a hearty meal to fuel the days ahead. As I toss the bacon onto the plate and wait for Bam's beef to boil, I put two slices of multigrain bread into the toaster and grill a slice of baguette for my avocado toast.

Once Bam's protein is fully cooked, I let it cool before cutting it into pieces. I wrap the remaining meat in foil for his dinner, place his food in his bowl, and add a well-done egg on the side. "Bam, sit!" He obediently sits in his spot, and I place the bowl in front of him. He waits for my command, "Come on, eat!" I pat his head and return to the kitchen as my toast is ready. I don't usually sit at the dining table; the emptiness bothers me, so I lean against the counter, watching Bam enjoy his meal while I eat mine.

Living in a mansion has its pros and cons. In hindsight, building such a large house seems wasteful since I barely use most of the rooms. There are about ten large rooms that have never been used. After finishing my toast, I clean the kitchen and take a shower. Weekends aren't free for me.

Running a business that's the second-best advertising agency in Seoul requires constant attention. Every decision and detail must be managed and organized by me, so weekends are never a day off, even though my employees are capable of handling things in my absence.

I look at the suit and shoes in my closet, ironed with no creases. It amuses me that people see me only as a CEO. I'm much more than that; I'm still a 28-year-old man who wears sweatshirts and pants when alone at home. But this side of me is not widely accepted. I put on the suit, button up, and apply my black vanilla-scented perfume, a gift from my ex-girlfriend. Despite disliking everything about her, this perfume is too good to discard.

Bam's caretaker arrives just in time before I leave for work at 8 a.m. as usual. Although workdays are Monday to Friday, my dedicated employees often work on Saturdays to avoid a Monday backlog. They don't ask for extra pay and work for about two hours. To my surprise, Y/n arrives at the same time as I do. She usually doesn't work weekends. Her style has changed; today, she's wearing an oversized sweater and skirt layered with a coat, her style is understandable even though the dress code is required, she's an exception due to her pregnancy.

She gives me a soft smile and a bow as our eyes meet. We take the same elevator, maintaining a polite distance. She looks refreshed this morning. We part ways when she reaches her floor, and the day progresses as usual.

Park Jimin has been quiet for weeks, a welcome change with no complaints or requests from him. It's a positive development. Mr. Jung and Y/n have lunch together, bonding well—a healthy sign. I didn't interact with Y/n today, and she left earlier than I did. As an employee, her work is outstanding. Her design skills have significantly improved, making her stand out among our graphic designers. She has a bright future, and I'm glad she chose to work at Jeon Industries.

Sundays always pass slower. Maybe it's the workaholic in me that can't bear spending a day doing anything besides work, but it is what it is. Everyone must admit that Sundays should be taken off the week. It's nothing but a waste of good 24 hours that could be used better. If I had the choice, I would have open working hours for Sunday too but my employees wouldn't like that and I respect their choices too. Hence, I sit on my couch, staring at the tv playing a rubbish movie that I don't understand one bit.

Bam rests his head on my lap as I run my hand over his short fur, giving him the comfort I neither have nor desire. Touch disgusts me. Cuddles and random kisses are nauseating, like a stain on a brand new white shirt—that's what a hug or kiss feels like.

Sex is different. Sex is just sex. Kissing during sex is merely a way to turn someone on, and touching is part of the act. But kissing and touching out of love? That's horrifying. People need to stop. Watching it gives me anxiety. A cuddle feels like a python wrapping around you, tightening until you can't breathe. I've never cuddled, and I never will.

Bam lifts his head from my lap, his loving eyes meeting mine. "Want something, Bam?" He lets out a soft whine, nudging his nose against my waist and making me laugh. "Bammie, walk time? Alright, stop—s-stop, Bam!" He finally stops when I mention the walk, sitting on the couch and waiting patiently for me to get up.

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Author's pov

Monday unfolds like any other Monday. Jungkook remains in his office, immersed in the latest deal. You're feeling more at ease today, noting that the spotting has remained minimal, just a few red dots. You're hopeful that it's a sign of things finally slowing down and eventually stopping altogether. "Ms. Lee, I think you left this on my desk on Saturday,"

Beomgyu says, handing you a file you thought you'd misplaced at home. You thank him and quickly check to see if everything is in order. Fortunately, all the papers are intact, and you let out a deep breath of relief. Just then, Rosé rushes towards you, carrying a pile of multi-colored paper files. "Y/n, Hoseok's waiting for you at the cafeteria," she says hastily. "Thanks," you reply, smiling as she hurries off to avoid losing her balance.

Hoseok had plans to visit you this weekend, but you didn't want him to come over since you were still feeling down, making the usually cheerful Hoseok a bit gloomy. You take the elevator and meet him at the cafe. There he is, pouting and playing with his sugar cookie decorated with a little duck. You walk over to him, trying to suppress a smile. "Hi, Hoba—" "You canceled our plans? That's not fair. You didn't even dance with me at the business party last week."

Hoseok is teasing you, and you can't help but play along because he's so endearing. "I'm sorry, Hoba, how can I make it up to you?" you ask, sitting beside him. He sighs dramatically before pulling out a beautifully decorated cookie with cheesecake sugar icing. "Nothing, just have this. I made it." Your eyes widen in surprise. You knew Hoseok could bake, but seeing this adorable creation amazes you. "You made this for me? You drew this?!!"

you exclaim, examining the detailed icing. "Of course, it's my secret talent," he whispers, giggling and flashing his lovely smile. "Try it, tell me how it tastes," he urges, eyes sparkling with anticipation. You don't want to ruin the little masterpiece, but you can't resist his pleading.

"Let me take a picture first." You pull out your phone, snap a photo, and then take a bite. The cookie is soft, decadent, and filled with delicious strawberry jam. You close your eyes, savoring the taste, a smile spreading across your face. "How is it?" Hoseok whispers, anxious to know if his efforts have paid off. "Tell me!!!" "Hobi, this is the best thing I've eaten in months!" you declare, and Hoseok claps his hands in delight. Seeing your happiness fills him with satisfaction. "Give me that bag—I'm taking it home!!!!"

Packing up your things, you realize the office is once again empty, leaving only you and your CEO behind. After a dull weekend, today had gone surprisingly well. Work and lunch were great, and you felt a sense of contentment. Jungkook stands in your doorway, watching you pack up with a gentle smile. This time feels different; he's not just waiting for you to leave but seems to be genuinely enjoying the moment. "I'm done, Mr. Je—" you start,

but then pause as a strange sensation between your legs makes you frown. Jungkook notices your change in expression and mirrors your concern. "Y/n? Is everything fine?" he asks. "Yeah, I think so," you reply, but as you take another step, the sensation grows more alarming. "I think I need to use the washroom," you mumble, your words barely coherent. Jungkook, confused, watches as you drop your bag and rush towards the corridor.

He sets his bag down and follows you, stopping just outside the restroom door. You lean against the cabinet, not bothering to enter a stall. There's no one else around, and you know Jungkook won't intrude without permission. Taking a deep breath, you try to push away the negative thoughts flooding your mind.

You remove your coat, untuck your shirt, and pull your skirt down just enough to see. With closed eyes, you whisper to yourself, "Whatever it is, just not the same color. Anything but that." When you open your eyes, you see a darker splash of blood. Your chest tightens, and you struggle to breathe.

Your mind goes blank, filled only with anxiety. You grip the cabinet so tightly your knuckles turn white. "I'm bleeding, shit," you finally mutter. Everything seems to turn black, the walls closing in on you. You sink to your knees, curling up against the wall, tears streaming down your face. Jungkook hears your cries and rushes in. Seeing you on the floor, weeping and holding your visibly showing stomach, he understands the gravity of the situation. "Y/n—"

"I'm bleeding, Jungkook, please," you whisper. Though your voice is faint, he catches the urgency in it. He kneels beside you, noticing your struggle to breathe and realizing you're having an anxiety attack. He places his hands on your shoulders, feeling the tension. "Hey, look at me, Y/n! I want you to close your eyes and try to breathe," he urges.

You push him away, feeling suffocated and unable to catch your breath. "Y/n, look at me!" he yells, his eyes filled with concern. "You're alright, the baby is alright. Take a deep breath—"

"I can't—" you gasp. "Yes, you can. If you want the baby to be fine, you need to take a breath. Come on!" he insists. Crying, you follow his instructions, trying to calm down for the sake of the little one inside you. Slowly, you manage to steady your breathing. "We need to get you to the doctor. I'll take you," Jungkook says, his voice firm but gentle.

The drive to the hospital was a blur of sniffles, sobs, and tears. Jungkook didn't ask any questions; he knew you couldn't answer. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. He drove as fast as he could, hoping Dr. So Hee would still be available despite it being 7 PM. "Dr. So Hee? It's an emergency—" Jungkook began as soon as you entered the building, but the receptionist cut him off. "Sorry, sir, she's not accepting any appointments now."

"Inform her that Ms. Lee Y/n is the patient—" "Sir, it's not possible—" "God damn—" "Y/n?" Dr. So Hee appeared behind the two of you, bag in hand, ready to leave. The moment you met her eyes, you broke down. She saw the distress and immediately understood. "I'll take them. Ms. Lee, come with me." You followed Dr. So Hee, leaving Jungkook to handle the payment. Once inside her office, you took a seat, your body trembling. "What's the matter, Y/n?"

"Dr., I'm bleeding—I have no idea what happened. I was fine over the weekend, but now I'm bleeding," you said, voice shaky. "Is it spotting?" "No, it's more than that," you replied, just as Jungkook knocked and poked his head in. "May I come in?" he asked. Dr. So Hee nodded, allowing him to enter and sit beside you. "Is it more like a puddle or like a period?"

Dr. So Hee asked. "A puddle," you said, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you. Your crying had stopped, but you kept sniffing and fidgeting.

Dr. So Hee sighed. "I can't do an examination right now, but I have a few questions. May I ask them?" You nodded. "do you have hormonal imbalance? have you dealt with it during your teens? or maybe you've smoked or are a heavy drinker?" You met her eyes, hesitant to respond with Jungkook beside you. "I was a heavy drinker and smoker for about three years. I stopped smoking, but I occasionally drink. and yes, i've dealt with hormonal imbalance, still do."

"since you were unaware of your pregnancy, did you consume alcohol?" You closed your eyes, feeling ashamed. "I did drink a few times before I knew I was pregnant." Dr. So Hee nodded while Jungkook maintained a poker face, though clearly surprised.

"I need you to visit me tomorrow at 10:30 AM. I will do a full examination. For now, don't take any pills, drink plenty of water, and stay with a parent or friend. You shouldn't be alone tonight considering your panicking state."

You nodded, and Jungkook did too. "Meet me tomorrow, Y/n, and please take care." Walking back to Jungkook's car, you stood in front of it, breathing in the open air. Jungkook hesitated but finally asked, "Are you okay?" Looking down, you felt the tears welling up again. "You think I'll be okay?" He licked his lips, unsure of what to say. "You've got someone at home, right?" When you didn't respond, he frowned. "Wait, you live alone?"

Avoiding his gaze, you felt your temper rising. "I'll do what I want." He gasped, realizing the implications. "Does your mom know about this?" Closing your eyes, you bit your inner cheek. Jungkook stepped closer, his concern turning to frustration. "What do you think you're doing with your mom knowing nothing? Do you have any idea about the consequen—"

"I'm a big girl, Jungkook. I know exactly what I'm doing, and none of it matters to you!" you snapped, meeting his eyes with a furious glare. "Does anyone know about this? Or is it just me?" "Jungkook, stop getting into my business. You helped me, thank you. That's it. I didn't ask for help, so don't involve yourself in this mess," you said, stepping closer,

the safe distance between you almost gone. "I've been in this mess since day one. Y/n, you're not doing the right thing by keeping things to yourself. You need to be with someone tonight—" "I can manage on my own!" you shouted, furious at his condescending tone. The distance between you vanished, your faces inches apart.

"You can't!" "Yes, I can!"

"That's it. You're coming with me!"

"Drink up," he muttered, holding a glass of water in front of you to help prevent further choking. Jungkook had anticipated this reaction and regretted not telling you at a more suitable time, instead of during dinner when you were devouring pizza as if you hadn't eaten in days. Once you calmed down, you glared at him, and he gulped, leaving you even more confused.

"Is this a prank?" you asked, and he rolled his eyes. "When have I ever pranked you?" "So, you're telling me I'm going with you on a business trip to France?" Your voice rose sharply in pitch and volume. Jungkook wasn't entirely confident about this decision. He had planned for you to stay home, believing nothing could go wrong.

But everything could go wrong, especially when you least expect it. You raised an eyebrow, seeking an explanation, and he nodded, prompting you to sigh. "But why?" The speed of your speech irked him, though he didn't want to show it and risk another argument. He was exhausted and needed sleep. Jungkook slurped his noodles, trying to ease the tension, but his actions only fueled your anger.

"Jungkook, I asked you, why?" "Because I can't leave you alone." "Why not?" Your rapid-fire questions left him struggling to think clearly. He needed time to form his sentences to avoid mistakes, but you weren't giving him any.

"I don't think it's safe to leave you here alone. No one around knows about your condition, and you have strict meal times. I know you'd skip meals." He spoke in one breath, and you scowled at him. "I'm trying to consider your concerns. It's hard for me to process this."

"that's up to me and It's hard for me too, alright?" Your words came out faster, laced with sarcasm, making communication even more difficult since neither of you managed your anger well. "Then take me home. It won't be hard for you anymore."

You almost stood up, but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and shook his head, signaling you not to do this because he knew how hungry you were. "What?" you asked in frustration.

"Eat up." His tone was firm and authoritative. After a moment, you sat back down. His persistence in caring for you was pretty impressive, and even though it was hard to accept, you appreciated that he took responsibility for his actions. Not many men do, especially regarding pregnancy.

You sat back and stared at the now-cold pizza. He looked at it too, then at you from the corner of his eye. "Think it over. I'm not forcing you. Just let me know before Thursday." You nodded, took a bite of the pizza, and chewed thoughtfully. Jungkook felt guilty for disrupting your meal and wished he had waited until morning. 'I'm so stupid,' he thought, picking at his food before finishing it, having starved himself all day.

When he was done, he threw away the trash and drank a glass of water. He saw you crushing the pizza box after licking your fingers. 'This is unhealthy,' he thought, knowing you should have more nutritious meals. But he couldn't help but notice how much weight you had lost in the past two months.

He remembered how vibrant and cheerful you looked when he first met you—damn stress. After washing your hands, you wiped your lips and headed upstairs. "Hey, don't sleep yet. You need to take your medicines."

You nodded, climbing the stairs with Bam following, bringing a smile to your face. Jungkook felt everything was happening too fast, from learning about the pregnancy to you staying at his place. He wasn't comfortable with the sudden changes, and both of you needed time to adjust—a long time.

You felt awkward walking around, always aware that this was Jungkook's place—your boss's place. He wasn't used to having a woman in his home, so he suggested this idea, though he hadn't thought it through. On the bright side, you weren't difficult to handle. Despite frequent arguments, you were content in your own quiet world.

He went to his bedroom, checked the time, and set a reminder to give you your medicine in an hour. He took his laptop from his bag and began replying to pending emails.

"Bam, funny how we got along so well. It hasn't even been 4 days and we're friends!" you cupped his face, his eyes flapping as you held them and talked to him while he looked at your eyes with his extremely adorable pair. "Should I go with him? I don't know, isn't it weird?" you asked the dog who tilted his head, like he understands. He does this action whenever Jungkook talks to him too.

"I may be scared to stay home alone too, I won't disagree." trailing your words with a pout on your face, your eyes turned to the sound of your notifications as the phone blinked. Grabbing it you look at who texted you only to see Kayla's 56th message. You're not texting her because it's getting tougher to be in contact with her. She asks you out for parties, dinners and other events that you're not interested in and you can't really engage in that sort of activity.

It's unsafe. You don't have the courage to explain everything to her, the whole damn story. Kayla is a good friend but she's not a very close friend, you are doubtful of her reactions. Bam leaves you alone in your thought bubble, zoned out and thinking about the other people in your life. Another text popped out and you noticed that this time it was from Hoseok, the smile on your face creeped up.

[ from Hoseok ] What's up? :0

[ Y/ n ] Missing me?

[ From Hoseok ] Yes :(

[ y/n ] Oh no, bake a sugar cookie!!

Oh those sugar cookies were heaven, you think and almost salivate at the thought of them. and remembering the cutest drawings Hobi drew for you, he's the sweetest person you've ever met.

[ From Hoseok ] Who's gonna eat them? you're not here :(

[ y/n ] eat them for me you're a baby Mr Jung, I must show these texts to Mr Jeon.

[ From Hoseok ] Hey, I'm not!

[ y/n ] sure thing

[ From Hoseok ] but really, work was so dull without you

[ y/n ] I'll be back soon, okay?

[ From Hoseok ] How soon?

How soon? How am I gonna answer that question? you ask yourself, the smile on your face dropping as you leave him on seen for a few minutes to think about how you should respond to his question.

Hoseok lays on his couch, waiting in your chat until you reply to him, the pout on his face getting heavy with the minutes that pass by.

He sits upright on his sofa, staring at the screen while the television screen plays the random show of grey's anatomy that Hoseok hasn't watched ever in his life.

[ Y/n ] idkkk, soon?

your reply does not satisfy Hoseok enough, laying back on his couch he heaves a sigh as he replies to you with a :) and turns off his phone, he misses his friend a little too much. Hoseok looks at the telly and chuckles, he doesn't realise that his friend does mean a lot to him.

You place your phone on the coffee table beside you, getting on your feet and walking towards the glass door that opens to the balcony. The cold wind pulls you out, placing your hands on the railing as you look out at the clear dark blue sky, the moon having its usual soft glow but never fails to amaze you.

you're not a moon person, you're more of a sun girl, especially the sun at the beach and it's funny how you haven't been to a shore in a long time, the last time you remember was.. with your ex. you haven't been able to meet the coast the same way, it's where your ex broke up with you claiming that he's suddenly got commitment issues, so abruptly after dating you for 7 months then officially being in a relationship with you for over 3 months.

He could have at least come up with a better excuse to break up with you—maybe explain what triggered his so-called "commitment issues." But no, he chose your favorite spot in the world to drop such heartbreaking news. What a coward. You looked up at the moon, its soft glow surrounded by twinkling stars,

and all you could think about was how much you missed your mom. Her face appeared in your mind—round, pink, and full of warmth, with those dimples at the corners of her mouth that you always loved to poke with your finger. The moon reminded you so much of her face that it brought a small giggle to your lips.

There were two outdoor couches set up perfectly for stargazing, so you decided to take a seat. Stargazing wasn't something you did often, but tonight, the setting felt serene. The gentle breeze, the stillness, the way the sky glittered with golden stars blinking occasionally—it all felt so peaceful, you couldn't resist taking it in. You placed your hands on your stomach, and for the first time, you truly felt the bump beneath your palms.

It's getting more prominent now and that excites you a bit, thinking about the future. Rubbing over your shirt, you continue to stare longer as you curl up, enjoying the softness of the sofa and the coldness of the surrounding. Your apartment had no view, no balcony and no comfy chairs like the ones Jungkook owns. The longer you look at the sky, the heavier your eyelids become. It's so peaceful out here, you think.

Peace was something you hadn't felt in a long time. Since finding out about the pregnancy, everything seemed to crumble around you, so this moment felt so good, so soothing. Just as your eyes began to drift shut, a few knocks on the glass door startled you, making you flinch. You turned to see where the sound came from and spotted Jungkook standing there, curiosity etched on his face as he took in your surprised expression.

"Your pills?" he asked, his voice soft but clear. You nodded, still rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up fully, you walk inside the bedroom, locking the door. Facing him, he picks up the glass and meds that he left on the bedside table. You sit on the edge of the bed and he hands you each pills so you gulp it down with room temperature water.

It feels weird to have him babysit you like this, you want to tell him that he doesn't have to do all this but you refrain from saying so because you know that it's gonna bring up another argument, which you're not ready for. "Thank you."

you say softly once you've swallowed the 5 whole capsules, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, handing over the glass back to him. Jungkook tears his eyes from yours and brings them to your collarbones, he won't admit it but when you gulped down every sip of the water, his mind only reminded him of the way you gave head.

He's unsure why he thinks of that night, it's the horniness in him. 'Maybe I should visit the club someday,' he tells himself as he nods his head and walks out of your bedroom. You do your skincare and then slip inside the sheets, the softness of the covers brings a warm smile on your face, letting you into slumber after a few minutes

-

Morning arrives quicker than you expected. Jungkook is already up, buttoning his inner waistcoat as he heads downstairs. The aroma of breakfast fills the air, prepared by Maya. He spots you sitting on the lobby couch, looking refreshed in a sweatshirt and checkered pants, focused on your laptop with Bam curled up beside you.

He directly walks into the kitchen, taking out the morning pills that you've got taken as prescribed. Placing them on the coffee table, you look up at him and meet his eyes, looking grumpy as always in the mornings. "Take them after you have your breakfast." He turns to leave but you immediately stop him. "Jungkook-"

you see him facing you with a blank look on his face, you walk closer to him, looking around as you check on his staff, not wanting them to hear you when you ask him the next few words. He raises his eyebrow, wanting to know why exactly you stopped him from leaving the house. Licking your lips, not very sure how to say it without sounding stupid, but you've given it a thought and it's a valid contemplation.

"Wouldn't your workers find it weird if you book two tickets?" This question makes him tilt his head, not exactly understanding what you're asking him, you heave a sigh and look at the ground then around checking for the staff. "The business trip?" you whisper, he then realises what you meant and pushes his head back with a chuckle.

Slipping his hands inside his pockets, he speaks. "Don't worry about that, I have my ways." he lets you know, walking out of the house, leaving you confused. you had more questions to ask him, he just left, not giving you a few seconds to ask him more. Rolling your eyes, you sat back down and began to start working from home, online. It's no different from working in the office, just the change of place and there's no people around here. So it's rather dull and boring, especially without Hoseok and Rosè around.

Maybe even Park Jimin, his taunts and conceited words were maddening yet it was some quality drama, now here you are alone just the way it always was. Except it's Jungkook's place and it just feels more peaceful and somehow a new place to be in, so it keeps you going. Occasionally taking a break to rub and pet Bam, it helps you to be focused.

While you work on your project, Bam either sleeps beside you or has his head on your lap. You both have bonded well, it feels nice and you don't feel very lonely too, you've not only got your baby but the pup too so you're happy. More than happy.

-

Jungkook officially announced that you're working from home due to personal reasons, and that you won't be back to office for months, he didn't specify how many months because he didn't think it was important for anyone to know, besides he himself isn't aware of it, it's pregnancy so..

he's a bit clueless with the months. Hoseok, Rosè and Jimin were of course left speechless. Firstly, Hoseok was aware of this, you told him but he assumed it could be some silly joke as you like to pull his leg a bit but he didn't expect it to be official, coming from Mr Jeon's mouth.

Jimin was disappointed, he isn't gonna have anyone for the next few months to tease and taunt, he enjoyed doing it all especially with your reactions, it made him want to continue more. "Did she inform you, like the reason?" Rosè questioned Hoseok as the two of them walked back to their work space. He shaked his head, letting her know that he wasn't told about it all, not even the period of online working.

"She didn't say much, just that she wouldn't be back anytime soon. It seemed like she wasn't sure herself," he muttered to the woman beside him, who nodded in understanding. Rosé wasn't particularly close to you—you were more colleagues than friends—so she didn't mind too much. But she could clearly see the impact of the news on Hoseok's face.

It drained his bright, happy aura more than it did yesterday. Looks like she's got some very important business to handle, anyway wanna have lunch with me later?" Rosè invited him, looking for any approval on his face but he declined her offer. "Thanks Rosè, I'm skipping lunch today." She hummed as a response to his words and walked away with a pat on his shoulder, her black heels clicking on the floor which got Jimin's attention. "I could join you for lunch."

The man spoke, placing his hands inside his linen black work pants as he cocks his eyebrow, waiting for her reply. Rosè looked at his eyes, those eyes that had a haughty gaze a few days back were slightly soft, even though his straight posture and smug smile hasn't altered one bit. Rosè noticed the change in his tone even so, it wasn't patronising as it was before, he had a sense of genuineness. She heaved a breath and rolled her eyes, walking past him while saying the words, "Sure thing, Park."

This left him, licking his bottom lip, seconds later biting into it to stop himself from smiling his honest grin, he's got to put up his guard, can't possibly break down his smug character for a woman. That too, an intimidating woman like Rosè. He walked back to his workspace, to get done with his work. Pushing away the interaction he just had from his mind so he can concentrate and get this done fast.

-

"Mr Jeon, you asked for me?" Baekhyun, the executive assistant walks inside the cabin after Jeon phoned him to be up at his office. Jungkook paused his typing and looked up at the man who stood in front of him with his hands tied to the back, bowing in respect. "I need you to confirm my attendance for Mr Lim's business trip." "May I begin with the process, Mr Jeon?"

"Sure, two business seat tickets for both departure and arrival, with full board services and arrangements for the best hotel for two executive suites."Baekhyun looked uncertain, his forehead creased and he was waiting for his boss to say that he's mistaken and that he just wants one. Jungkook noticed that the man hadn't moved still so he looked up to see his face,

raising his eyebrow in gesture to ask why he's still here. "Mr Jeon, are you sure about two flight tickets and two suites?" "Of course, is there a problem, Mr Byung?" "N-no Mr Jeon. I will make the arrangements." He bowed and left the next instance, leaving Jungkook to think a bit about it. He's never travelled with a plus one, he travels alone and a few of his important staff individuals. This time he chooses to not take them except his personal assistant, Min Sana who was replaced by his previous secretary Mina.

His staff usually comes by economy class to manage travel member expenses and it's been this process for years now. But it leaves him questioning how effortlessly he spoke about booking for two, obviously making his staff to assume.

Yet he chooses to push it away, claiming that they don't have any right to question him or doubt his decisions. While checking on his investments, he receives a text message from whom he least expected.

[ From unknown ] kook, yoongi here. changed my phone number. Where do you stay now?

Jungkook immediately grabbed his phone and stared at the name that the text mentioned. "Yoongi?" whispering to himself, he was about to click on the notification so it opens up to the chat but he stops himself. Placing back the phone on his office desk and taking the time to think.

"Why would he text me now? After almost 2 years?" he asks himself but has no answer to any of his questions unless the man himself answers. Jungkook refrained from replying to his text, and decided to let the man wait just the way he made Jungkook wait for months. He then looked back at his papers,

even though his mind was a bit fuzzy after that unforeseen text message he still continues to work with his mental gears not fully in the right pace.

Just when he's signing for the agreements, his screen flickers again. He can feel himself getting huffy as he tries to ignore the notification he received, assuming it's the 30 year old man again, until he takes a glance at the name. his heart hopes it's a message from unknown but his mind says to be it from someone else and it was another person. It was you.

[ From Ms Lee ] Jungkook? I need your help Is this salt or sugar? <picture attached*>

Jungkook looks at the picture you've sent him and widens his eyes in disbelief. The longer he looks, the more baffled his face looks as he can't stop thinking how stupid you are.

[ From Jungkook ] Just taste it. Are you stupid?

[ y/n ] I'm not stupid! None of the spices are named and they look the same. It's much more stupid

Jungkook sniggers at your texts, he can't believe that you're thinking so hard about salt and sugar. He doesn't want you to ask him about these simple items, he wants you to consider the place as your home too for the moment and the next few months. You're being considerate and he's thankful that you are but he can't stop smiling at how stupid it still seems to be.

[ From Jungkook ] Why do you want it?

[ y/n ] uh... well can I use the stuff from the kitchen

[ From Jungkook ] sure

You looked at his text, 'Sure.' Appears and then you pull out the rest of the items you needed. You were in desperate need of trying caramelised bananas. The youtube short that you watched a few minutes ago, triggered your craving system and so you soon hopped off your couch to get downstairs to make the easy dessert.

However, when you walked inside his jet black kitchen that welcomed you with the hint of gold. Looking around for a while, the bananas were kept right outside in the fruit basket along with other fruits like guava, passion fruits and melon. You grabbed a bunch of yellow, ripe bananas and laid them on the counter. "Where's the sugar?" you asked yourself and opened a few doors of the cabinet, finding for the sweeteners.

The top door opened to a few of the same ceramic containers that had two seasonings, the both of them were white and it wasn't named as sugar or salt. Being a little dumb, instead of taking a bite to taste it you asked Jungkook about it. You're unsure why you were being clumsy and couldn't add more pressure to your dying brain. His replies made you roll your eyes a thousand times that you're sure, by the time you leave his place, your eyes would be stuck up in the sockets.

The process of cooking the dessert began then as you took out a small sized pan that you found inside a drawer, heating it you then melted some butter over medium heat and then added sugar. A sprinkle of cinnamon while the sugar melts with the warm butter, you slice the banana and add them into the pan, frying each side until it turns golden brown.

"You get that smell, Bam? mmm." you moaned as the aroma of the burned sugar tingles under your nose, making you more excited to try it out. Your cravings are building up, slowly, gradually and it makes you so happy that you're eating and finally acting pregnant, in a joyful way rather than sobbing about it. Placing them into a small bowl, you poke a fork into it and dump the just caramelised slices into your mouth. They were warm but you couldn't wait any longer.

Besides, it tastes the best when it's just cooked. Once done devouring it, you cleaned the pan and dishes then plopped yourself into the couch. The time showed 7;45 which means Jungkook is probably on his way home. You decided to clear the rest of your stuff in his room and arrange it all into the closet and make that room more of you, it's lovely that he gave you the most feminine room of all and let you make any changes to make you feel belonged and comfortable.

Since you arrived a few days back, you didn't feel like arranging the stuff, unsure of the whole plan but now that you've settled enough, you were super excited to add your touch in that room. Bam followed you into the room and sat on the couch while you pulled out your suitcases, you tied your shirt above your bump like it was a crop top before you began with the organising. you've been choosing your clothings from the duffel bag these few days so you took them all out and placed them inside the cream closet.

Shirts on one side, pants on one, sleepwear on another and lingerie in the drawers. "Perfect!" you whisper to yourself in happiness that it looks so organised and beautiful in the empty shelves. You also brought along a few novels and plushies that you placed on the little floating shelves while the plushies remained on the bed. The makeup pouches sat on the vanity along with the few perfumes that you own and that was all about it. You took a little twirl and admired how pleasant and adorable the room looks now.

How much you loved the colours chosen for it, the blush pink, cream and grey just combined so well, painted gorgeously and now that you've added your belongings and changed the layout of the furniture, the room looks so much like you now and even better than it ever was. Wiping off the sweat beads of your forehead you exhaled and straightened your posture. "Bam, have I done a good job?" "Of course."

you frowned as you looked at Bam seated on the couch, tilting his head. 'Bam?' you said inside your mind and then you turned around and flinched at the sight of Jungkook. "Oh shit-" placing your hand on your chest, you moved a few steps back at his sudden appearance at your doorstep.

Chuckling, you took a few breaths and looked around the room to admire it for the 20th time. Jungkook looked at you, more specifically the little bump that's on display that you totally forgot was naked with your shirt being a crop top. He frowned as he continued to stare at it, gulping at the sight of it.

Did he really do that? he thinks but his thoughts were shuffled when you looked at him, you looked down to see what he's looking at and when you realised you immediately pulled out your shirt from under your breasts.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry." whispering under your breath, Jungkook rapidly scanned the area, embarrassed at where his eyes were at. "No shit- I'm sorry." "yeah you should be, creep-" his eyebrows furrowed at word creep yet he didn't say an extra word, knowing that he was indeed being a creep so he stepped out of your room completely. "I'll be making dinner, care to join?"

"No." he rolled his eyes, his tongue clicking as he nodded his head. "Why did I even ask?" he tells himself and removes his coat, entering his bedroom to get a shower. you covered your face with your hands and groaned. "That was so awkward, Bam!"

The dog barked and ran away to his owner, leaving you all by yourself. "It's new to him too I guess." you murmured to yourself and waited until you heard his footsteps so you could help him with the cooking, you obviously joked about not joining him a while ago.

-

Jungkook walked downstairs, first putting Bam's dinner then taking out the utensils to prepare kimchi soup. It was easy and healthy. He picked up some fresh kimchi from a restaurant so he could get on with it. He loved cooking, it was his favourite activity of his day. Ever since he moved to seoul when he was 19, he lived alone in a small dorm that he shared with a few of his so called friends at that time.

He learnt different skills from each friend, one was cooking. It grew inside him and he still doesn't plan to get rid of it by having a chef at home. Jungkook glanced at the stairs when he heard footsteps. You walked into the kitchen leaning against the cabinet with crossed arms, now freshened up and standing in front of him in pink and black checkered pyjamas.

"Need some help?" he smirked and shaked his head, gesturing no but you weren't gonna just stand there and look at him while he cooks dinner for you. You've got a slightly bigger heart. "So, what's cooking?" "Soup, kimchi soup." Aw man you are not a huge fan of kimchi, you were craving for some savory crepes.

You pout, very evidently, you want him to know that you're not happy with the choice of dinner. He takes a glimpse of you and the way your already pouty, bottom heavy lips look when they are pouted, it only makes him want to- "what? Doesn't sound good?" he questioned you which you answered with a meh. "Let me lend a hand." "I can manage, Y/n. Too many cooks ruin the soup." "Heyy?" you placed your hand on your waist, offended by what he just said.

how badly he wants to pinch your cheeks! "Take a seat at the dining table, dinner will be ready in a few minutes." "Fine, I'll wash the dishes after. you can't say no, I'm willing to do it." He faced you, looking at your eyes with a glare. Jungkook didn't want you to help him, he's fine. you squint your eyes back at him and he gives up and leaves a sigh. "Alright."

you sneaked your way back to the dining table, he didn't notice the slippers you were wearing until he looked down to hear the sound of it. Then he noticed your feet inside two teddy bears. "What the fuck are those?"

he blurted out accidentally as he began to laugh like a mad man. You've never seen him laugh so hard, so hard that his eyes almost disappeared, wrinkles surrounded the sides of his eyes and his nose scrunched with his bunny smile on display. The sound of his laughs, echoes in the empty house and rang inside your ears but leaving all that, you were very deeply insulted by his belly laugh.

"Never seen sleepwear slippers in your life before, Mr Jeon? Too bad-" "Of course, I have, but is the salary I reward you not enough? Why have you murdered two bears under your feet?" He almost dropped the soup out of the pot while he laughed at your face, this angered you so you took off the damn slipper to show him that it's an actual footwear not two plushies. Walking back to him with one foot in the sleepwear and the other in your hand, you put it up on his face.

"Look! It's a slip on! It's not a plushy." He gets a grip on himself and stops laughing, the look on your face makes it more difficult for him to stop yet he does, he can't be cackling like a mad man anymore. "It's absolutely hilarious!" "Yeah, very funny. I'll surely laugh tomorrow Mr Jeon!" you throw it back on the floor and slip your foot inside, stomping your way to sit back down. He shakes his head, biting his lips to stop himself from acting like this.

Jungkook poured the soup into a bowl and placed it on the dining table, with two soup bowls, chopsticks and a soup spoon. He poured the soup for you, making sure you get enough of the kimchi, he wants you to have full healthy meals. You didn't stop giving him those looks and he ignored them as he should, the two of you slurping and munching on the kimchi filled the air. It tasted heavenly, the crepe cravings totally washed out of your mind and you were beginning to enjoy and devour the entire bowl of warm liquid.

"What did you make earlier today? There was a toasty smell when I entered." As soon as he stepped inside he was hit with an aroma of something sweet and nutty and was curious to what you prepared, he was sure that it was something sweet since you texted him about it but you left no trail of evidence of what you cooked and the curiosity was eating him. "Just caramelised bananas."

'Oh man that sounds so good.' He thinks to himself but nods to your answer, showing no special interest but his mind surely craves for it now that he knows. "Must've been salty."

you tilted your head and looked at his blank face, your eyebrows furrowed and you bit your insides. 'What does he think I am? 5?' you think to yourself. "Of course I used salt, it tasted very much like the ocean!" Muttering those words you loudly slurped on the soup, Jungkook enjoys doing this to you, he smiles and covers it up by poking the fermented cabbage into his mouth. You both spent the rest of the time having a quiet dinner, it was peaceful until it was time to do the dishes.

"Give me your bowl." "I'll wash them on my own, clean yours." "Jungkook, give them to me, I told you I'm doing the dishes." "So I'm letting you do it, go ahead." "Give me your damn bowl." Bam looked at Jungkook then at you and vice versa, quarrelling over dishes like 10 year olds, Bam has never witnessed such scenes before, this is the most sounds he's ever heard since birth. "Why are you acting like a child, Jungkook?"

"Me? I'm the child? you're the child here!" There he stands tall in front of you, holding his empty bowl above his head while you try your best to reach it. "Jungkook!" "y/n!" your face showed signs of anger, frustration and he wasn't any less. you scowled at him and then sulked. you just wanna help. he cooked dinner twice, he lets you stay at his place and takes good care of you. you wanna show your gratitude too, you can't do it by words but you can by your actions and it starts here. helping him with the dishes.

"please." Jungkook has never seen the 'puppy eyes' before, definitely not yours. you looked at him with your big amber eyes that shows innocence, he's never seen this side of you and it honestly scares him. that pout on your face as you whispered the please, did something to him. "I'm not falling for your stupid face!" he delicately presses you to the side to make way to wash his dish. you frowned telling yourself that you're never gonna help this man again, he can do his shit by himself, you don't have to be nice to him.

waddling your way towards the stairs he stops you so you turn to face him. "What now?" He shows the pills that lay on his palm with a glass of water in his hand, you took it from him and thanked him in a whisper before making your way back to the bedroom. "Pack your stuff, we're leaving for France tomorrow night." you hear him as he spoke loudly, sighing you placed the pills on the night stand and took out the suitcases that you stored away this evening.

just for two days, that's not a lot of clothes. muttering to yourself you pulled out 2 lounge sets that were just easy to wear plus they're comfortable and along with that a floral split thigh a-line dress that looked pretty for a dinner or whatever that requires you to dress a bit girly. shirts and sweatpants and done.

Honestly, if this was to happen a few months back you'll be screaming and crying over what you've got to pick or even buy clothes for but now you've got 0 intention to dress up, just being comfortable is all that matters. pregnancy is definitely changing a lot within you, it's quite evident. taking a seat on the bed, you switched off the chandelier and turned on the bed lamp beside you, throwing the pills into your mouth and washing them down with water then you leaned on the velvet upholstered blush pink bedhead.

playing with your fingers while you give everything a final thought. accompanying Jungkook to a business trip sounds invading, he's got his things to do and manage while you're tagging around him just cause you're pregnant? he's taking his responsibilities a bit too seriously at this point, he could drop you off at your place for the two days, it's not a big deal. Is it even the right thing to do? you ask yourself,

contemplating if the man is making the right decisions. Nothing feels normal, everything happens fast without a warning that makes you question everything. and besides all that, the man is annoying as hell. it's not like you're gonna share a room with him or any sort of that yet it feels weirdly wrong. no. totally wrong.

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"what the fuck, Jung kook? I can't fucking breathe!" you gasp for air, struggling to get more breath while you're trapped in your seat and your chest continues to tighten. "Hey, calm down-"

"I can't!" "you're just panicking!!" "Jung kook please-"

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Kevin McCormick, how to not mischaracterize him:

this is a rant about my favorite background character and I first want to start it with my first complaint; PLEASE STOP MAKING KEVIN AN ABSENT OLDER BROTHER WHO HATES HIS FAMILY AND RUNS AWAY WHILE LETTING HIS SIBLINGS DIE.

Look I get it, kevin has like 6 scenes in the entire 26 seasons of sp while karen has a centric episode and vurnble scenes that make you get to know her better therefore making her easier to characterize than kevin+ kevin hardly interacts with kenny. But here I am to tell you that making him absent is way more of a mischaracterization than making him be there with his siblings but not interact as much.

"But egg, when kevin was fighting with his dad, Carol said that they were both drunk pices of shit while holding a crying karen!!" Kenny also gets high all the time and has shown to have an addiction to it. Sure, kenny as a character has never shown to be violent like kevin has but it is implied that he also has beaten his parents as mystyrion.

"But Kenny was doing it so he could protect his siblings!" Guys, I'll hold your hand when I say this; kevin has shown multiple times that he cares a LOT for his siblings I want to point out:

notice how when Stuart starts screaming at karen for wanting ice cream Kevin is the first one who gets immediately angery but then shows empathy and worriedness when kenny runs after her

Alsooo Kevin is the one who when they put in the orphanage is looking around all worried and suspicious

I think Kevin truly does care about his siblings but he has a hard time expressing it so instead he tries his best to protect them even if that means he'll look like a 'bad' guy in front of his siblings.

If you still are struggling with Kevin's character a more easy guide is to think of it as kenny if he had anger issues. Kenny and Kevin have a LOT of similar traits (I.e when Stuart and Carol start fighting they both start laughing, they both love food, thay both are willing to hurt other ppl for their siblings etc) but kevin is more short tempered which tbh is to be expected; he is a teenager living in a house where screaming and fighting is normal, a house where he can't be listened without screaming (mind you, heard and listened are two VERY different things). He is in a part of his life when he is brimming with emotions and to add onto that he has one-if not, the shittiest home situations in south park.

this audio I'm going to link is how i see kevin's character has been hinted to be: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DCPq8AkNBR6/?igsh=dmNtaGl6dm8wcmVh

AWS here are some of my hc for my baby;

Okay VERY far fetched hc but; when Kevin gets mad his voice deepens and it makes him sound more intimidating so what if a reason Kenny deepens his voice when he is mystiorion is bc he wants to sound more intimate like his big brother.

he really likes arts bc in the episode where they go to the circus while everyone else was getting bored Kevin looked genuinely entertained and when mop was performing everyone else looked terrified ecxept kevin who was just enjoying his time and supporting his brother's dreams.

Another farfetched hc; I think that it's more likely for Kevin to have smth sort of the same curse as kenny bc he seems very Pernoid and scared most of the time same like kenny.

he has absolutly no sense of fashion and frankly...he dosent care, hell wear what the heck is in front of him as long as it keeps him warm. (smth that probably runs in his blood bc tell me why both kenny and kevin looked like they just came out of a trash can in post covid)

He has veryy thick brows bc in the show even though e doesnt talk a lot (like kenny) we understand what he is feeling cuz his brows are constantly showing. which leads me to the next point...

he has a hard time hiding emotion. he is so expressionante- when he gets angry he clutches his fists and looks at the ground, his brows frown hard and he grints his teeth (and how i mentioned earlier that his voice gets deeper ). when he is worried it seems like all the mountness layers and threatning words melt down and so does his face. he looks way younger and he hides away behind the other kids (as seen in the scene where that one kid was getting doctor peppered in the orphange episode)

if you read this thank you so so much and i really hope one day there will be more fics where kevin is a good brother who works through his issues with the help of his siblings and gets as much attention as karen.

with love, egg.

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

The Hunt

Shouma Toriashi X Reader ( Chapter 2 )

word count :1553 TW: strong language Summary: life as we know it can change in an instant, and so do feelings and the people you meet.

A/N: thank you to the person who uploaded this gif,

MASTERLIST

chapter 3

On our walk back to Yoshino’s place of living as always we pass by all the convenience stores and small ramen shops. 

“Hey I’m hungry, want to grab something to go?” I shout at the two in front of me. Both of them turn and nod their heads in unison. 

I walk into the shop and we’re greeted with hellos and smiles. I walk up to the register to order and ask for 3 ramen house specials with extra noodles and hot sauce for shouma and mild with an extra egg for Yoshino. 

“I’ll pay” Yoshino offers but shouma is quick to grab her hand that’s reading through her bag for her wallet. 

“ No, I'll pay.” Shouma announces, as he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. But they’re too busy with one another to realize I had already slipped the money in between the menu when I handed it back to the person at checkout. 

“ you’re fighting over nothing, it’s paid.” I sigh while walking to one of the chairs against the entrance wall to wait for the order. 

“ Y/N why would you do that! We could have paid.” Yoshino complains as she walks to the seat next to me. 

“ Where do you even get this money, you don’t even work.” Shouma speaks up. 

“ I have my ways.” I responded bluntly. 

“ what, by being one of those hostesses.” Shouma scoffs. 

“SHOUMA APOLOGIZE.” Yoshino yells at shouma while getting up to hit his head. 

“ why? Are you interested Shouma, I go for a large sum.” 

Yoshino gasps at my response and tells me not to entertain this stupid conversation. I agree with her but annoying Shouma at times is what I enjoy the most. It’s not long after where our order is ready and Shouma walks to grab the take out for us and we’re on our way back. The walk back is not long and before we know it we are at the Somei residence. 

The ramen was to die for hitting the spot. We gather all of the trash and throw it away to begin our study session. And as always Shouma and Yoshino are side by side. I always wondered if they were together and just never told me.. the dynamic in which they act could be viewed as a sibling bond.. but I know siblings and I don’t act that way with mine. Granted they are not related by blood but Yoshino always says he’s family. But there are times where Shoums doesn’t act very family towards her. 

“ alright I’m going to change out of this uniform and shower, Y/N you can join me if you want.” Yoshino stands up grabbing her extra pairs of clothing. 

“ I’m alright Yoshino. I showered at school, but could I borrow a hoodie or shorts? I want to get out of this uniform too.” 

“ oh yeah just grab what you need.” With that Yoshino is out of the room and it’s just Shouma and I. 

“ turn around or leave. I need to change.” I tell Shouma but all he does is lay on the floor with his eyes closed. 

“ No”

“ just turn around”

“ My eyes are closed I’m not interested.”

“ you idiot, I don't care, just TURN AROUND!” 

“ whatever.” 

And with that he turns around, I turn away from him as well and I  begin removing the skirt and putting on Yoshino’s sweatpants. Just as I’m removing my top, Shouma speaks up. 

“ I didn’t realize you had tattoos, cherry blossoms?” 

“ SHOUMA!” I yell turning to look at him completely forgetting that I didn’t have my top on yet. And all that it took for me to realize that was shouma’s silence and his harsh gaze on my chest. 

I quickly turn away and  throw on the hoodie I had grabbed, oh my gosh.. There's no way this is happening.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I hear Shouma’s voice right behind me.

“ So when did you get those flowers?”

Without a second thought and even realizing what I was doing I was turning around and my hand was going towards his face in full speed. 

*SMACK* 

I had slapped Shouma across his face, where my hand print left his cheek red. But his cheek wasn’t the only thing turning red, but my cheeks were too. I quickly attempt to get up and away from him but he’s quick to grab my wrist and pull me back down. With that I lose my balance and trip over him, where now he’s laying and I’m on top of him. 

“ let go of me!”

“ answer my question.” 

“ I don’t have to answer anything, let go Shouma!”

“ No, answer me, when did you get them and why?” Shouma instists while tightening his grip around my wrist. 

“ The Same reason you have your tattoos now let me go!” 

“Hey what’s going on i—“ Yoshino walks back into the room and a shocked look on her face as she faces both Shouma and i on the floor. 

Without a second thought i just knee Shouma down below and pull my wrist away. Shouma grunts in pain and grabs his lower parts as he huffs in pain. 

“He was being an ass, don't worry about it.” I tell Yoshino as I go back to grab my unfolded clothing from the floor. 

“Oh what did he do?” Yoshino questions.

“ I told him to look away and close his eye while I changed but he turned around and was looking at me change.”

“ SHOUMA WHAT THE HELL!” Yoshino now begins shouting and walks to where Shouma lays. And I watch her kick him on his side, not hard enough to hurt him but hard enough. “ don’t you ever pull something like that again you hear me.”

“ tsk , yes.”  Shouma grumbles from the ground as he tries to re-gather himself. 

“ Don't tsk me!” Yoshino shouts. 

“ What is going on here,what did Shouma do? I’ve been hearing a bunch of noise and Shouma’s name being called.” Hotei comes into the room with a stoic face as always. 

“ nothing it was just He was to-“ Yoshino begins speaking but I’m quick to cut her off. It’s one thing that I do something about it, but it’s another when Hotei will do something about it. 

“ nothing I had told him to mind his business at school about my gym attire but he was being annoying and I lost my temper. And tried to hit him and he stopped me, that was why you heard a bunch of noise.”

“ is that so, are you sure that’s what happened” Hotei asks again, this time looking at me instead with his intense stare. 

“ yeah why would I lie. I just admitted at attempting to  assault him.” 

“ attempted? If you attempted then why is his cheek red and he’s holding his , excuse me for my language but holding his balls.” He Questions further. 

“ Because if I truly attempted to assault him he’d have a bloody nose. But here we are, that’s why I say attempted.”  I stand up walking to my bag , trying to act nonchalantly and move on from this conversation.

With grim expression, he nods lightly and walks back out of the room and closes the door behind him. 

“ Y/N , wh-“ 

I turn quickly to signal to her to shut her mouth, because I can still feel Hotei presence behind the door. 

“ Hey Yoshino, I have you figured out what you’ll do when Shouma and I graduate?”

“ Huh, um no I haven’t… I guess you do both graduate this year.”  

“ better not get in trouble, you won’t have me or Shouma to save you.” I joke with her. 

“ I will never understand why you’re so different at school than you are in private! You act all timid and quiet with everyone at school but will fight Shouma and try to push Hotei’s buttons.” 

“ Because I don’t know those people, why would I let them have an ounce of an idea about who I am?”

 I question her. 

Yoshino has always been easy to read. She literally wears her expressions on her face, and granted since she’s been sheltered so much, she doesn’t question people much. But she should, just because the people of Osaka are nice it doesn't mean the world will treat you kindly. With that We study all together a little more until it’s late into the night.

“ Alright I’ll be heading out, I’ll wash these and give them back Yoshino, Sleep well.” I get up and gather my stuff to head back home. 

“ Are you sure you’ll be okay walking this late? I can ask someone to walk you back.” Yoshino stands up to give me a hug and checks if I’m really okay with going alone. 

“ Yeah don’t worry about it, I’ll be okay.”

“ I’ll walk you, I’ll take a smoke while I walk you.” Shouma stands and grabs his jacket.

“ it’s okay you don’t have to walk me, just have your smoke outside.”  I reassure shouma but he’s already at the bedroom door holding it open. With a sigh I just go along and don’t push it any more. 

As we walk down stairs I notice Yoahino’s grandfather from the office where the door is slightly cracked open. Just as I was about to look away, I lock eyes with Somei Renji..

[ivystoryweaver]

Cosmic - Poe Dameron

Episode 4: It Came From Outer Space previous

Cosmic Masterlist | Poe Dameron Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary: Quality time and a day at the fall festival with Poe, who doesn't really get the point of a ferris wheel. Oh and your ex is there.

Content/Notes: fluff, tw food, language

Word Count: 3.2k

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"That everything?" Poe asked, securing the final basket in the back of your truck. Heaps of fresh organic produce, homemade jellies, herbs and eggs from your chickens were loaded and ready for your little farm's booth at the fair.

The warmish weather had finally eased into a crisp, cool morning, invigorating your fall spirit and giving you a boost of energy needed to peddle your wares.

Poe, dressed in his boots, jeans and a flannel button up of your dads - a dark green and navy plaid over a white t-shirt - gazed at you expectantly, hands on his hips.

"I think so," you answered, granting him a bright smile. "Thank you so much for doing this. It would have been a lot with Chester away in New Jersey. I've never done it by myself." Your thoughts briefly drifted to your father. This was only your second year without him at the festival.

"Glad I can help," he grinned, pushing a hand through his curls.

Since you'd bought him hair products and toiletries, he'd attempted new styles with gel and hairspray, usually preferring his hair off his face. Today it seemed he didn't bother, remarking how his hair had grown longer than ever, and beyond his control.

You offered to cut it for him soon, after the festival was behind you.

Right then, your cat Cheddar darted out of the barn, with Marigold and Kit Kat hot on his trail. Your three barn cats had added themselves to the long list of animals who instantly loved Poe. Cheddar had almost convinced the both of you that he was truly a house cat who needed to sleep in Poe's room at night, rather than out in the barn with his siblings. Almost.

Curling around Poe's legs adoringly, Cheddar meowed, waiting for attention, which Poe was more than willing to give.

"Heyyyy, little buddy, came to say goodbye? Don't worry, I'll be back."

Kneeling down, he granted some attention to Marigold, while Kit Kat hissed in jealous protest.

"All right, you guys, go back to catching things. We have to go." You playfully rubbed each of their heads before gently shooing them away.

It was then that you noticed Poe eyeing you with about as much fondness as Cheddar had displayed. It caught you off guard for a moment, until he held up the truck's key and dangled it in front of you.

"Can I drive?"

"Give me those," you laughed, yanking them out of his hand and bumping shoulders with him as you headed for the driver's side.

"Come onnn, please," he whined, following you closely.

You reached for the truck's door, but he pushed his arm up against it to stop you, trapping you there against the side of the truck, with his arm caging you in. Noticing how close your bodies were, he lowered his arm slowly, licking his lips as your eyes locked with his.

"Sorry." He backed away to give you some space, noticing how your breath stuttered and your eyelashes fluttered. "I'm the best pilot in our fleet, I swear. I can definitely handle a truck."

"Wow," you whistled, pulling open the truck door finally, but Poe noticed you still had a playful glint in your eye. "You actually insulted my truck while bragging. Well done. Passenger's seat for you."

He groaned, but complied, leaving it alone while you cranked the truck and backed it away from the house. Stopping at the end of your long driveway, you peered over at him.

"I know you can drive my truck. It took you like half a day to get what usually takes us regular people a few months to learn. It's just that you don't have a license and we cannot have any questions asked about who you are and where you're from. You understand, right?"

Poe swallowed, nodding, noting how serious you were. "Sorry. I just thought it would be fun. I didn't realize..."

"It's okay," you smiled warmly. "I just...I get nervous thinking about if someone found out. I mean, Poe, to think of what could happen to you..."

"Is it really that dangerous here? In the United States?" He asked, as you eased onto the main road and started driving.

"It could be. It really could. We are in a kind of war right now. A cold war. No one's firing, but it's tense. And if they find out you're from space, they'll never let you go. We have to keep it a secret no matter what. Let's go over our cover story again."

So you spent the drive into town reviewing the story you'd concocted. Poe had come to work on your farm temporarily, as a replacement for Chester, who was with his ill mom in New Jersey. Simple enough. For now, the story would be that Chester gave a friend of a friend-type recommendation. You would loop Chester in on the plan ASAP, when he wasn't preoccupied with helping his mom.

Poe would be called Joe, which sounded a little more run-of-the-mill Earthy, and would be from Florida. The next step was to somehow get him some convincing documents without drawing attention from the wrong people.

This story should be easy enough to maintain. If someone were to question you about Poe's past, you could simply claim to not know, since you truly met him so recently.

Something heavy settled in your stomach as you drove toward the first public outing with this man who fell to earth.

"Look, I'm sorry about the driving thing," he offered, once you'd double checked your story together. "I know we have to be careful. I promise I won't get you in any trouble."

Glancing over at him, you realized this must all be frightening to him, or at least alarming. "It's okay. You must be bored out of your mind on the farm." Pulling into a parking space in the grassy field outside the fair's entrance, you turned to face him. "You don't have to stay in the booth with me all day. You should ride some rides. They're fast. Probably not as fast as an X-wing, but...could be fun."

"Okay. Only if you ride with me."

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To absolutely no one's surprise, Poe was a perfect addition to your booth. Chester was a great help when he was around, but he was more of a behind the scenes worker.

Poe was a people person, charming customers, introducing himself as Joe, as instructed, and making them feel at ease. With the way he was able to add a dozen farm fresh eggs or a jar of your jelly to each order, you were certain he could probably persuade anyone to do anything.

"You know, maybe I should go ride rides, since you've almost sold all the eggs before lunch," you teased during the briefest lull in customers.

Dark eyes went wide until he realized you were messing with him. "Oh...I thought I was doing it wrong for a second."

"No, please. The sooner we sell out, the sooner we can pack up and the less we have to carry home. Be my guest," you grinned, folding your arms over your chest. "Exactly how many dangerous situations have you charmed your way out of?"

Poe laughed, pushing his fingers through his curls again. "Way too many, Trix. You have no idea."

"Oh shit," you whispered, ducking behind the corner of your booth, frantically waving Poe over to join you.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, conspiratorially huddling with you. "Is it someone from the government?"

Shit, you probably scared him. "No. Sorry, no, it's just my ex."

He gazed into your eyes. "Your ex...boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

"Ex asshole," you failed to clarify, groaning as you realized it was too late. You'd been spotted.

"Heyyyy, it's my favorite organic farmer," your ex boomed, embarrassingly loudly, as he was often prone to do. At one time, you had adored his exuberance and bold personality.

"Hey there," Poe interjected, "what can I help you find today? We have homemade jelly."

Your ex made a sour face at you and hitched his thumb at your new, shorter friend. "Who's this guy?"

"Joe," Poe responded, thrusting his hand between you and your ex for a handshake. "Just started at the farm a few weeks ago, while Chester's away. So what can we get you?"

Ignoring Poe, your ex stared at you, waiting for your attention. Fighting a smile, you returned his rudeness and instead turned to Poe. "I think you've got this covered, so I'm gonna unbox a few more things."

"Take your time. We're good here." Poe sent you off with a wink.

Your heart raced as you darted around the side of your tent, so thankful for the embarrassing situation that didn't just happen. It wasn't that you couldn't take care of yourself, or handle your ex. Hell, you were the one who dumped him. You simply weren't in the mood for his loud mouth and embarrassing antics, especially if he tried to give Poe the third degree for simply existing in the same space as you.

Wondering, for a second, if you felt managed by Poe, or dismissed, you sighed in relief, realizing that his reaction was spot on, and just what you needed. He minimized someone who loved to make everything about himself. He kept the focus on your booth and your products, allowing you to get to tasks that needed your attention.

To be seen and understood so effortlessly felt really good.

Another hour passed before the two of you took a break for lunch, closing your booth for about twenty minutes to sit near the back and munch on some ridiculously fried fair food you insisted Poe try.

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By mid afternoon, you'd sold out of everything except a few greens, but Poe was determined, continuing to sell while you started packing up.

As the sun set, your booth was empty and cleared, leaving the two of you free to enjoy the festivities.

"Thank you so much for today," you sweetly said, bumping shoulders as you walked along rows of various carnival style games. "This is the most successful year I've ever had."

"Happy to help," He smiled over at you, "with getting rid of produce...or ex-boyfriends."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry about that," you chuckled. "I appreciate it though. I was not in the mood to talk to him, believe me."

Poe focused his eyes ahead, enjoying the music drifting through the air, the smell of what you called popcorn and brightly colored balloons. "I thought it would be good practice for getting rid of unwanted attention," he shrugged. Waiting a bit, he added, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

You let out a long sigh, prompting Poe to say, "sorry."

"No, it's okay," you assured him. "We had some good times. He helped out, you know...when my father got sick. But I found out he was going to propose. And then I found out why he wanted to propose."

Poe groaned, "Don't say he wanted your farm."

"Bingo," you remarked, snapping your fingers and pointing at him. "I mean, really, is this 1881 or 1981? He was after my land?"

"I guess there are worse reasons to marry. But I see your point," Poe conceded. "Was he good to you?" He flinched. "Is that okay to ask?"

"He was until he wasn't," you confessed. "Kind of ruined the whole, benevolent 'help my father' thing when I caught him with another woman."

Poe whistled. "Okay, now I have to kick his ass."

That made you laugh. "He's not worth it. Come on, let's ride the ferris wheel."

Less that ten minutes later, you and Poe sat side-by-side in the bucket seat...of the world's slowest ride, apparently.

"What does this thing do?" he questioned. "It's really slow. And goes in a circle. Is that fun in Iowa?"

You burst out laughing, swatting him on the arm. "It's peaceful and kind of magical because it goes up high and you can see the town." You explained this as your gondola climbed to the ferris wheel's highest point.

Poe nodded, taking a moment to enjoy the highest vantage point he'd seen in weeks, since his ship crashed here. Normally, he was used to being up in the air on a daily basis, so this was nothing too special. Until he glanced over and noticed your eyes shining as you gazed out across the festival and surrounding, rural fields.

Peering over the edge, you remarked how high up you were, bouncing with excitement before looking back at Poe, eyes bright and filled with wonder.

"You're right about the view," he said softly, eyes never leaving your face as the ferris wheel slowly brought you back down to earth.

Next you dragged him to a mini roller coaster, promising it would go at least somewhat faster. Hands gripping the safety rails, you squealed in delight as Poe grinned, enjoying the ride almost as much as he loved riding full speed on your horse Annabelle a week ago.

"I'll take you flying someday. Somehow," he promised. You appreciated the gesture, but your heart burned at the faraway look in his eyes. It sobered you to remember, again, that he needed to find a way to get out of here eventually.

"I'll probably embarrass myself and scream or get sick, but I would love to see you in action."

As soon as the words left your mouth, your face heated up. And he noticed.

Leaning closer his eyes dropped to your lips before he smiled knowingly, nodding behind you. "You want to see me in action, let's go."

Brushing past you, he left you a bit speechless until you realized he intended to play a shooting game. With perfect precision, he used rubber darts and a plastic gun to take aim at, and perfectly eliminate yellow duckies in a row, earning some oohs and ahhs from interested onlookers, and the game's attendant.

"Best shootin' I've seen all day, son. Pick a prize from the top row there." The older gentleman pointed up to the row of ridiculously oversized stuffed animals.

Poe grinned at you. "Which one?"

"You won it," you giggled. "You pick."

He chose a gigantic plush lizard.

"For you." He presented it with a dramatic flare.

"Wowww, this is...this is really something. Thank you." You laughed in spite of the weird but oddly cute offering.

"Well you have lots of animals at home, so I thought you might like something different," he explained as you headed for the cotton candy tent. "Besides, all the animals here are really...hairy." He squeezed the giant lizard. "This guy looks more like my galaxy."

"I love it then," you decided. "What should we call him?"

"Toe Dameron," he teased, a twinkle in his brown eyes. "That way, you'll think of me when you hug him."

For the first time in a while, you enjoyed a good belly laugh. "I don't need a giant lizard named Toe to think about you, but okay."

Poe carried Toe Dameron around while you bought some cotton candy, which intrigued him immensely. He gobbled it up quickly, which let both of you know he was actually hungry. So next up was the pizza stand, of which Poe was definitely a fan, polishing off three slices while you sat at a small table with Toe Dameron on the ground beside you.

"A picture for the lovely couple?" A photographer asked, appearing beside your table, with his camera at the ready.

"Uhh, not a couple, and no, actually, it's okay." You waved him off. Digging into your pocket, you gave him a small tip. "Thanks anyway."

"What was that?" Poe asked through a mouthful of pizza.

"Nothing, he just wanted to take our picture - like the ones in my hall, you know? A photograph?"

Poe nodded, polishing off his meal.

"But, even though I would love to have a picture with you, I just think it could be dangerous. Better to keep a low profile."

"Right, good thinking." Glancing around, the idea that he was an unwelcome guest on planet Earth seemed to sober him. "You're sure it's safe to be here?"

"Yes, it's fine," you assured him.

Hoping to cheer him up, you took him to a very spinny, very fast ride that he loved. But as soon as it ended, you both realized what a terrible idea it was to ride the spinning ride after eating a ton of pizza.

"Ready to go?"

Poe was gazing past you again, as he'd been doing all day, his interest piqued by every different or similar thing to his home galaxy.

This time, his ears perked up at the sound of live music and his eyes gazed at couples dancing on a makeshift dance floor.

"Come on," he urged, taking you by the hand. "Dance with me."

"Oh...okay," you smiled at his exuberance. Poe was so full of life, so interested in every little thing.

Swallowing down any trepidation you felt about making a fool of yourself on the dance floor, you eased into an embrace with him, swaying to a medium tempo song, getting used to the feel of one another.

The song cadenced and the beat kicked off a lively tune, which delighted Poe. He took the lead, guiding you through steps that were probably not of this world, but seemed to make sense. He certainly had a good sense of rhythm and was no stranger to dancing.

You slightly stumbled once, but he steadied you with his palm spread across your back. "Just follow me, I've got you." He smiled brilliantly, giving you a twirl and guiding you around to his opposite side, before somehow doing the same thing in reverse. You weren't sure how he managed it, but it was fun and you found yourself laughing and relaxing all the way through the end of the song.

The music slowed into a couples' dance, so you stepped back to give Poe an out, but he held out his hand. "One more?"

You smiled sweetly at him in spite of yourself, taking his hand as he pulled you close, somehow still keeping time even with the slow tempo.

"Is this okay?" He breathed against your cheek, arm cinching you closer even as he asked permission.

"Yeah...it's okay. You're a good dancer," you breathlessly whispered on his ear. "Which isn't surprising. You're good at everything."

"Thank you," he granted you a sincere reply, which you appreciated. "We danced a lot growing up. Not exactly like this but...anyway."

Easing back, you gazed at him questioningly. "What is it?"

He gently smiled, eyes fixing on yours. "Nothing. I just...I haven't had a day like this in years. A day off, to have fun and dance and eat and laugh." He sighed, peering up at the night sky. "I think this is one of the best days I've ever had."

"Really?" You gasped, surprised and touched, honestly.

"Yeah," he nodded, eyes finding yours again. "Really. I think maybe Iowa is a special place."

That made you laugh.

"Or maybe it's because you're here." His arms wrapped all the way around you now, palm pressing along the curve of your back.

You reached up to push a stray curl out of his eyes. "Bet you say that on every planet you land on."

"Maybe, maybe not. But there's definitely only one Trix."

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[luimagines]

Can I request a thing for Kid!Hero Reader where, before their journey starts, they meet the chain in the marketplace while walking around with the ghost!chain? Kinda like the thing i sent where the chain catch a glimpse of the triforce on their hand?

-🍄

Imma have to dig deep to remember all of this mushroom. But let's see what I can do. :D

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You weren't entirely what to expect but the uncles and grandpa's that followed you around today where a little more quiet than usual. More tense. Which is strange because that's never happened before.

They were always talking. If not one, then another.

But they all seemed to be waiting on baited breath for something to happen.

You tried to ignore the feeling that they were intensely watching everything you did. You wanted to go back to bed and forget the feeling of uneasy but you needed more eggs. And you need more butter.

Deciding that it's better to get it over with, you hike up your big kid pants and go to the market to go get the groceries.

"...Do you remember who they met first?"

"Not a clue. Stop talking."

"Please talk to me." You whisper to the voices beside your ear. "Where did you all go?"

"We're here." The oldest of them speaks calmly, a whisp of a touch over your head. "But today is important. We can't change what's about to happen."

"Will it hurt?" You ask to the wind.

Another whisp of a breath over your cheek. "No. We will protect you as we always have."

"Ok, Grandpa. I'm trusting you." You gulp and continue to walk. With the feeling of the heroes behind you, you take a deep breath and continue on with what you head planned to do.

"Over here!!" A voice calls out.

It almost gives you whiplash. You know that voice.

But it wasn't distorted or faint. You heard it.

A group of boys crosses in front of you. They were all of various ages but recognized a few of them.

"Captain." You say without thinking. He was always wearing that ridiculous scarf.

The young man in question stops and turns to you with such startling speed that you gasp and take a step back. He's so... young.

"Great work, Captain Obvious. You scared them."

"That's not how I remember it."

"Shut up all of you."

You somehow find it in yourself to wave.

He smiles and waves back, getting down on his knee to meet your eyes better. "Hello there. What's your name?"

You tell him your name, staring at him non-to-subtly.

"Where are your parents?" He asks you, catching the attention of the other boys in the group.

You gasp, seeing the bigger guy. He has a scar and paint on his face. You know him too. He's less grumpy. "Grandpa?"

The younger Captain raises and eyebrow and turns to look at those whos attention you've caught.

Oh... You think you can see it now. These are your uncles and grandpas. But they're... here... and Alive? And young. So young. One of them can't be that much older than you but you know him too. He was a pirate when he was a boy. He told you that.

"Relax." The wolf man whispers to your ear. Fur brushes past your other cheek. "We've always protected you. Always have, Always will."

A golden glow shines on your hand.

With a gasp you try to try to hide the calling card for trouble.

Their eyes narrow at once. Of course, they'd recognize it.

Feeling awkward from all their stares, you waves again- with your other not glowing hand. "...I was shopping for lunch. You can come to my house. We can all eat?"

"Oh poor thing. I'm so sorry we scared you so much."

"They're tough. We made sure of it."

"Don't worry Little Buddy. You're doing great."

"We'll be honored." The young captain smiles and it's warm. You smile back. He was always charming but it's different this time.

You don't know how to explain it to them. To tell them just how much they all mean to you... But you don't have to.

They already know.

"We're still here. Right beside you. Every step of the way."

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - Week 16 - Endgame Fixits

Yesterday was the 6 year anniversary of Avengers: Endgame, and since I’m still in my Tony and Steve lived happily ever after era, here’s some Endgame fixits! Enjoy and feel free to share your favs with me! 

And Time Can Do So Much by JenTheSweetie

"I really shouldn’t be talking to a figment of my imagination,” Steve said. “Sam would be reading me the riot act. I can hear him now. Therapy works wonders, you know.”

“Sounds like Wilson,” Tony agreed. “And therapy does work wonders. You might want to look into it, once it becomes a thing in a couple of years.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Steve said.

A few years after Steve moved permanently back in time, he started having conversations with Tony again.

Down in Lonesome Town by resurrectedhippo

“Why do I always find my way back to you?”

Maybe Tony didn’t necessarily return to Steve, but fate is a funny little thing, and after living a life of loss, Steve wants something that’s his to keep.

After the universe is restored, Steve is lost without any direction. Retiring from the Avengers, he moves across the country and ends up building a house by a misty blue lake. Across the bridge is Tony Stark’s new workshop.

home is a four-letter word by meidui

“My apartment got demolished,” Steve protests, but the look on Tony’s face tells him that he’s about to get it. He tries again, “They’re building a condo.”

“I don’t care if they rezoned Brooklyn for wildlife preservation. Why are you living in a hotel?”

Endgame, Not Checkmate by geekymoviemom 

“Tony?” Steve asks as Tony immediately taps his screen to life, calling up the specs for what looks like a new set of his nanite armour.  “Um… aren’t you going to take it easy for a while?”

Tony frowns at Steve over the top of the screen.  “Ah, no?  Why would I do that?”

“Maybe because you almost died?” Steve blurts out.  “I mean, just yesterday you were—!”

“Yeah, you're right,” Tony cuts in.  “But that was yesterday.  And since now it’s today, and, as you can see, I’m perfectly fine, then I need to get back to working on some stuff.” He shoots Steve a grin, like that somehow makes it okay.  “You're welcome to stay and watch if you want.”

Against all odds, the Avengers have beaten Thanos. But when Tony fails to see that victory for what it is, Steve decides the only way to get him to see reason is to confess the secret he’s been harbouring for way too long.

since i've memorised your face by meidui

Tony waits until they're out of eyeshot to turn the wooden duck over in his hands. “Does reconciliation mean something totally fucking different on their planet?” Tony asks.

Steve manages a laugh. It's funny, because it's a misunderstanding, because Steve is never going to get to marry Tony.

something to live for by Areiton 

“It’ll take time,” Tony says. “Steve, it--it could take years.”

He says it softly, almost a confession, and Steve--

He nods, and says, “All we have now is time, Tones.”

burnt toast, sundays by Lesty (penguinwithitsarseonfire)

Tony stared at the bike as it spluttered pathetically on the side of the road. He had to admit, when he woke up deciding he was going to have pancakes, he didn't see his morning turning out quite like this.

Dammit. All he wanted were some goddamn pancakes, and this was turning into a Tolkein like quest.

--

In which Tony really wants to make some pancakes, Steve wants some eggs, and somehow, they find love instead.

[iphyslitterator]

I'm in a 911 group chat that includes a Buddie fan, and she was passionately defending Tommy's right to bring up his anxieties over Eddie in 8x11 (yay), and then she asked me to elaborate when I commented, "If we're not Buddie-shipping + *don't* think this was a central insecurity, Tommy is actually way more in the wrong/dumber/more excruciatingly self-sabotaging." Two weeks later, I have typed up my working theory for her and am cross-posting it here for posterity:

Let's start from the premise that "I think Evan's in love with Eddie" was not a central reason behind the breakup, which is defensible because a) the text gave no indication of it previously, at least not one that would be legible to the general audience, and b) the only piece of "evidence" Tommy offers is that Buck is living in Eddie's house.

(I'm sure the thought had crossed Tommy's mind: they're close, Eddie's hot, he went to Buck's apartment in the first place on the assumption that Buck was jealous over Eddie. I actually used to headcanon that they'd talked about it casually, but I was overestimating their communication skills 🙄)

Here are some things we learn or can plausibly infer from the 8x11 bar scene (I can elaborate upon request): he misses Buck and wants to get back together with him (urge to call him; driving by his place); he's lonely; the 118 stopped speaking to him; he has no reason to believe Buck missed him too (Buck didn't tell him! he doesn't know about the baking!).

And he has all this time to think in the morning, while he's buying champagne and cooking half a paycheck's worth of eggs, about how wow, it's weird being in Eddie's house. Like, this was a pretty intense and devoted thing for Evan to do. But, well, Evan's pretty intensely devoted to his family, and vice versa. It's a great family. He's kind of jealous. And, okay, he didn't reach out to them after the breakup either, but he'd maybe hoped.... Anyway, whatever, it's clearly not happening. They don't miss him, they do miss Eddie. Evan misses Eddie, Evan probably just missed sex with Tommy. Still, though, maybe Tommy can ask Evan to take him back. Maybe they can still try again.

(Throw in the headcanon that it was unhinged of Buck to ask Tommy to move out of a house into an apartment with no doors (we know Tommy has a car lift and a Muay Thai setup), and you also get "Evan wouldn't move out for me, but he did for Eddie.")

So my primary contention about "now that the competition's out of the way" is that Tommy feels acutely that the competition is NOT out of the way.

Part of that is an abrupt rise in paranoia that Evan is pining for Eddie -- he's living in the guy's house! And then Buck doesn't technically deny it, he just says Eddie's straight, which, come on, Tommy knows all about crushes on straight guys.

But it's not just about that. It's about Tommy once again being on the outside of the firefam's close bond. It's not just Eddie haunting the narrative. Tommy has expressed his longing to be part of that family onscreen three times: 7x04 ("I was super jealous....I wanted to be a part of that"), 7x10 ("a little jealous" of Buck's bond with Bobby), 8x05 ("It's a wonderful thing, having a crew like that behind you, even when things go wrong"). The competition's not even close (he thinks); Tommy was never Evan's priority, he won't be if they get back together right now, and maybe he never will be.

But this all comes out as "I think you have feelings for your best friend." Which, in this scenario where that's (mostly) not true or important, is uncool for at least three reasons:

a) IT'S SO DUMB, baby, shut uppppp, why are you so committed to expressing your anxieties in a way that is totally incomprehensible to your beloved and indeed to most people who aren't studying you like a bug on tumblr dot com 💀

b) He is once again hinting at his desire for a family without articulating it, and he NEEDS to stop that.

c) As in the breakup, he's constructing a narrative about Buck's feelings, without Buck's input, that fits his own pessimistic worldview. In neither case does it go quite as far as Buck denying + Tommy disbelieving, but it's trending that direction, and it's patronizing (and arguably biphobic). If Buck needs to understand Tommy more, i.e. look past the cool exterior, Tommy needs to "understand" Buck less, i.e. let go of his preconceived notions and let Evan be the authority on his own feelings.

So my thesis as a Bucktommy fan and writer is that it's part of Tommy's consistent I-want-a-family theme (and secondarily, I think the non-Buddie GA's takeaway was essentially supposed be Ryan Guzman's "lol Tommy's insecure"). Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[violetlunette]

So, here’s a horrifying brain-vomit: If all the mirrors to the dorms broke, would all the students die? Or be trapped forever?

And if it's the latter, would time sort of freeze where everyone is stuck in time at their teenage years? Or would they continue to age? Either way, they'd only survive if they're able to start an agriculture to get what they need to survive.

I know all these places have washrooms, which indicates that water is magically made. So let’s pretend—for the sake of the horror—that the water suddenly stops appearing.

Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, and Octavinelle would do fine in the long run, as they all have an ecosystem to fulfill their needs.

Pomfiore has plenty of apples, and all the greenery suggests a good water system. They’d have to eat like sheep, eating only greens and fruits, but they’d live. (As far as I know.)

The same applies to Heartslabyul. Except for fruit they could breed the flamingo and hedgehogs for food and eat the former’s eggs. (Assuming the animals aren’t fixed.) Otherwise, they could survive on the greenery and roses that aren’t painted.

Octavinelle's merstudents would do swimmingly. They’d just have to breed the fish to survive as Octavinelle is underwater. The landfolk would struggle without clean water to drink, but Azul could come up with a way to turn saltwater into drinkable water. That said, it’d be hell for the landfolk, who would definitely get taken advantage of the merfolk. (Tis the nature of the dorm.)

Diasomnia would be okay if Malleus was trapped in the mirror when it broke, but otherwise screwed. (Note: For this horrible scenario we’re assuming his game-break powers can’t repair the mirrors. Nor can he just teleport out of pocket dimensions.) If Malleus was there, he could conjure water and food for his dorm. Otherwise, Diasomnia would only have moat water to drink and thorns to eat.

Scarabia would only survive if Kalim was there and there were cactuses and stuff to eat. And even then, the desert environment would not be easy to live in.

Savanaclaw would be screwed. If it’s anything like I know of the Savanna, there’s not a lot of places to grow food, and they have no animals to breed. On top of that, there would be little to no water in the area. And unlike Diasomnia or Scarabia, their house warden can’t magically conjure any. So, unless they get creative and find a miracle, they’re dead.

Ignihyde would also be dead as the underworld it takes influence from. The only food and water they have are in vending machines, except the lake, which doesn’t seem drinkable. They’d have to turn themselves into robots to survive.

But even if we pretend the water keeps appearing, that doesn’t change the fact that there’d be little to no food for 3-4 of the houses. (Again, depending on if Diasomnia had Malleus there.)

And even then, in time everyone would die eventually due to age, sickness, or something else. Meaning all the students would have to watch everyone around them die until they joined them.

Malleus, who’s a dragon, would outlive EVERYONE and, in the end, would be all alone with zero connection to the outside. Meaning, in time, he’d go insane. (Unless he, like some lizards, can shift genders to lay eggs, and he mated with all the boys to create babies to keep him company, which is a whole other can of worms.)

Ignhyde and Octavinelle would be the only houses to survive the passages of time in the long run if the mirrors were never fixed.

Ignhyde could become a robot world and create robo-children or make a Matrix society where everyone lived in their head. Meanwhile, Octavinelle could procreate by taking advantage of fish biology and shifting genders. (Providing merfolk have that ability.)

In conclusion, let’s hope the mirrors to the dorms never break and that if they do, they a) spit the students out or b) Crowley has a magic mirror repairman.

This is all just my quick-fire thought on all this. I'm curious to hear what everyone else thinks would happen in this scenario.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

A Bump In The Night: Part 4

Find part 3 here

Summary: You’ve fallen ill and Lizzie decides to pay you a visit whilst Tommy is away. Meanwhile a certain Shelby goes missing and Tommy may or may not have something to do with it.

Warnings: Incest

taglist: @calmingmelody96@sunflower-tia

Weeks had passed since the family meeting, an agreement finally being made of what was to happen. This relationship and the rumors running around town could ruin business, especially with Tommy’s run for office.

The plan was to divert the public eye from making any speculations that you and Tommy were anything but a sibling relationship. 

The idea upset you immensely when Tommy agreed that he would no longer be picking you up from school, that you could no longer come visit him at work or be holding hands in public. No more lap sitting, or surprises, you needed to be distanced in public. It upset Tommy as much as you but he always had a better way at hiding his emotions then yourself.

Dwindling around, the house was quiet, no one home  but yourself on this cold winter today and you planned to make the best of it.

Stepping around in Tommy’s room, your hands skimmed through the fabric of his wardrobe wanting to find something comfortable to wear that smelt of him while he was away for the day.

You ended up pulling his wife beater off the dirty pile of laundry, slipping the thin fabric over your skin, feeling peace and coziness at last.

Knocking the pillow of the bed in the process of leaving, your heart warmed when the shirt you wore the first night your brother took your virginity was tucked beneath it.

The sound of your stomach rumbling moved you forward from the treasured moment.

Heading to the kitchen and searching the cupboards and the refrigerator, you pulled some eggs and bacon out, slapping the food onto the pan, you turned on your favorite radio station, cracking the window open to let the smoke out.

Everything was going smoothly until you sat down to eat the scrumptious breakfast.

Your stomach churned, the smell of the smoke descending from your plate making you nauseous, head swirling in discomfort.

There was a knock at the door at that moment but the bile rising into your throat was far more important than whoever was outside waiting.

Rushing to the closest thing you could find, you depleted the contents of dinner from last night into the porcelain sink, retching and hacking while trying to find a moment to breath.

The knocking continued obnoxiously, the loud sound not at all helping the building headache that was slowly turning into a migraine.

“Give me a moment!” Wiping at your chin, you turned the faucet on to flush the vile contents down the drain.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the door without a hint of a kindness on your face, to your surprise it was Lizzie standing there with her arms folded, matching your facial expression.

“Well you look like shit.” She pushed past you, not waiting for an invite and noting whose shirt you were wearing.

“Where’s Tommy? That shirt doesn’t quite fit you does it?” Closing the door you groaned, not having the mental capacity or patience to deal with her at this very moment, much like many other times.

Can the woman not take a hint that her and Polly’s plan was going nowhere.

“He’s at work. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She raised an annoyed brow at you, but you weren’t phased by her poor portrayal of dominance.

“I suppose he doesn’t know yet then but we moved the wedding forward to next week.” What in the hell was she talking about? Confusion and anxiety settled in, worsening the pain in your head which seemed to bring Lizzie a tremendous amount of joy as she noticed your discomfort. The truth of the fact was that she wanted Tommy all for herself, she has for a long time but she was never going to have him the way you did, never again.

“He’ll never let James marry me especially against my will. Were you not present for the conversation yesterday? Or were you too busy lusting over someone who could care less about you.” Her jaw clenched at your snarky response, muttering something under her breath before leaving out the door in a fierce fury.

Smirking to yourself, you went upstairs drawing a hot bath with bubbles, attempting to ease your aching body and settle your stomach. When that didn’t seem to work you resorted into snooping through Tommy’s desk drawers in search of a pain reliever or something but there was nothing. He always did have good hiding spot for his stashes. Going into Ada’s room you found a bottle of motrin, surely she’d understand being a woman herself.

Wandering back into Tommy’s room, you rested your head on the pillow, curling up into a small ball in hopes of going to sleep.

It wasn’t long until the medicine kicked in and you drifted off into sleep.

A few hours later Tommy pulled into the driveway, retrieving his suitcase from the passenger seat eager to see his little princess. Having to distance himself was extremely difficult, he found himself constantly worrying about if you were alright or not. Ascending the stairs, Tommy opened his door excitedly onto to find you laying in bed with a bucket on the floor beside you. Your face was sweaty, a bit warm when his palm lay delicately on your temple. Concern immediately consumed him. 

“Have you fallen ill my love? What’s going on?” Still in his suit he crawled in the bed beside you, arms cradling your feeble body protectively.

“I don’t feel well. I’ve been throwing up all morning and just having constant tummy aches.” Tommy gave you a look of pity and concern. It wasn’t often you had gotten sick, it was quite rare and when you were it was bad. 

Turning around, you nuzzled your temple into the crook of his neck, hands grasping at the fabric of his jacket in desperate search of comfort-ability.

“Missed you…Lizzie came today. She said the wedding is next week.” You felt Tommy tense around you. What did he have to do to make her and James understand that his word was law? 

Surely Pol was in on it, she seemed to always step her foot in a place it didn’t belong. 

“I can assure you, no one will be marrying my princess and if they want to test to see if I’m bluffing, the outcome will be tumultuously heinous. Now don’t worry that little head. I’m home now love, let’s rest.”

As days passed Tommy noticed you were still throwing up, still needing to be in darkness as the sunlight pained your aching head. He was worried more when you mentioned how going to the bathroom seemed to he an issue now, specifically number two. You were embarrassed to tell him but didn’t trust anyone else in the house to say.

Tommy knew the signs, he wasn’t an idiot. Currently he was pacing in the hallway outside the bedroom trying to figure out a way to tell you. He himself was overjoyed but he can just imagine how frightened you’d be. 

“Thomas!” Poll screamed after him from downstairs. Rolling his eyes he descended down the dwindling steps, frustration vibrant in his voice.

“Will you keep your voice down. She’s sleeping, that’s the best thing for her right now.” She scoffed in response, demanding that they go to his office then to which he begrudgingly obliged.

Tommy closed the door quietly while Pol lot a cigarette, helping herself to the table of liquor in the corner of the room.

“What did you do with him!”

Tommy simply smirked, taking a seat behind his desk and settling his feet on the wooden surface non-chalantly before lighting his own cigarette.

“And who might that be Pol?” Her hands swiped away the belongings on the desk, papers and pens scattering onto the hardwood floor, yet he remained unphased by her angered outburst.

“You know damn well who!” Raising his eyebrows in frustration, he stood up from his seat, pointing directly in your aunt’s face.

“I told you that you wouldn’t like the consequences if you went to war with me. When will you learn that Y/N is better off without him. Michael will remain safe where he is as long as you keep your meddling nose out of our relationship.”

“It’s not a relationship Thomas she is your fucking sister! We had an agreement I-“ Tommy raised his finger, cutter her off abruptly.

“No. No. Our agreement didn’t include this joke of an arranged marriage. Tell me, when are you going to start caring about what she wants? Don’t think about me, think about your niece for once eh? She has feelings to consider too y’know. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go tend to my ill girl.” Pol stepped in front of him in an effort to block him from moving, causing him to merely laugh menacingly.

“You don’t want to do that. Maybe you should think about that bastard of child of yours as well. Who knows if you’ll ever see him again.” He shoved past her as she stood there in disbelief. How was she the bad guy for wanting to put a stop to this? For wanting to do the right thing? She screamed out in aggravation.

“If you harm a fucking hair on his head I will take your fucking heart out myself, you hear me?!” He ignored her, walking back toward your room more concerned about you, stressing over what he believed to be true.

When he walked in you were already sat up, hugging your pillow tightly, unliking the conflict of the situation. Tommy pursed his lip, apologetic for the yelling waking you up from your need slumber.

Taking a seat beside you, he leaned in toward your touch. His thumbs moving in a circular motion. He only did that when he was in deep thought?

“Is everything okay Tommy?” He looked down at your bucket, noticing the layer of new contents and how your eyes still appeared tired though you’ve been resting all day.

Placing an endearing kiss to your temple, he settled you in his lap, wiping a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes searched for a hint that maybe you had come to the conclusion, yet you appeared just worried and confused.

Adding up how long it has been in his head, the math seemed definitive.

“My love, you might very well be pregnant.”

[fandoms-in-law]

Sticky Tricky

Summary: Steve and Eddie get back to Steve's house to find his kitchen a disaster zone and the four boys responsible watching them in surprise. Now they just need to figure out what on earth the brats were trying to achieve.

Author's Note: The prompt I gave myself for today was actually people flirting in the song 'Night Falls' from Disney's Descendants but I've had a hell of a day and can't quite make that fit a fic at all. Instead you get this, which I guess could read as Steddie but doesn't feel like it to me.

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“Tricky, tricky, tricky.” Eddie surveyed Steve’s kitchen in amusement.

Behind him Steve choked back a laugh, “I think you mean sticky.” He turned an annoyed glare at the younger teens gathered in the room, “What the hell were you trying to do?”

The annoyance was justified. There were various powders covering every surface, indistinguishable enough they could only hope Eddie’s supply hadn’t been raided and everything actually was flour, sugar or cocoa powder. There were spills of water, milk and cracked eggs scattered amongst the powders and dripping from the cabinets too, and Steve’s hand were tight, wanting to snap to his hips and order the kids to get cleaning immediately.

“Now, now, Stevie.” Eddie held a hand up, smiling a crocodile grin at the room, “Let’s not be so hasty. I’m sure they’ve got their reasons for seemingly having a food-fight without inviting us.” They both looked expectantly at the group.

A few moments passed, looks and gestures being exchanged by the kids until Steve quietly asked, “Even Dustin isn’t answering, and we’re outnumbered. You sure that voice is going to get answers?”

It was clear to both of them that their kids were trying to think up excuses, but at the question Eddie had to momentarily turn away, biting his lip from the tone he used to DM being recognised. A second to compose himself and he was meeting the eyes of each teen in turn, silently demanding an answer again.

Mike broke first, huffing when Eddie leant over the counter at them, hands carefully placed to avoid the mess though he made it look effortless. “You can’t yell at us for trying to do something nice.”

“Really? Nice?” Steve exclaimed, waving at the egg dripping down.

“And what, young novice, nice thing were you trying to do?” Eddie asked instead, narrowing his eyes.

Behind Mike, Lucas and Will were gesturing for him to shut up or stay quiet while Dustin tried to close and hide a book that had gone unnoticed behind the flour bags that must have contributed to the mess.

Mike didn’t notice, matching Eddie’s stare considering before trying to convince them, “Cookies for Hellfire. Everyone always wants snacks when we play and Gareth says homemade cookies are the best for it.”

“You’re a week early for that since Thursdays was cancelled with all of your agreement.” Steve folded his arms, inspecting the door frame for any mess before leaning against it. “Try again.”

“No, we wanted to try and make them early in case this happened.” Dustin backed Mike up. “You can’t say it would be better if we’d done this the day before. We’d be risking poisoning everyone and cancelling it a second time.”

Eddie nodded, as if agreeing, but Steve didn’t. “AND-” He began loudly as if he’d never paused for that argument to be given, “If you were baking for Hellfire you’d have asked me to help as you’ve done many times before and especially because you chose my home to try baking in.”

Mike and Dustin tried to encourage each other to be the one to give the next argument for their case then, neither actually having one from the faces they were pulling.

Lucas sighed and Will nodded at him. “Nancy said it was Steve’s birthday. We wanted to make a cake but our oven is faulty currently. Dustin said you’d be fine if we used yours and it would mean the cake didn’t need transporting here after we made it.”

Steve looked around his kitchen again, nodding slowly. “A nice thought and a horrible execution of the plan.”

“It looks like they executed a lot of things but that plan is not one of them.” Eddie quipped.

“You are cleaning the kitchen now. Then you are calling Jonathan and El to come and help you actually bake something if you don’t want me to be making my own cake.” Steve decided, pointing at each boy in turn to emphasise how serious he was. “El will be upset you didn’t ask her to join you in the first place and Jonathan actually knows how to cook pretty well so should at least be able to follow whichever recipe you’ve found. I want this kitchen spotless before anyone is called though.”

For a moment it looked like Mike and Dustin would protest, but Eddie straightened, expression identical to the one he wore before revealing a threat in a campaign. Meeting his gaze they both nodded. “Fine. We’ll tell you when it’s cleaned.” Dustin grumbled.

“Thank you.” Steve smiled, tugging Eddie back into the living room with a roll of his eyes. “Why do we let the shitheads get away with so much again?”

“Can’t undo the failures of their parents in a day, Stevie.” Eddie laughed.