#I’m trying to hit every tag I can think of ooooo

[tulchip]

Miku crocs time *vine boom*

[bobohu4eva]

Pink Lace - Chapter 4

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, eventual smut

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo

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When you woke up your head was pounding. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed anyway.

“Hey Mia” you spoke as you knocked on her door “I need a favor.” 

She opened the door just enough for you to see her tired form, bedhead and all looking back at you. 

“It’s 9am on a Sunday what the hell y/n.” She opened the door the rest of the way and rubbed her eyes. “What is it?” 

You felt bad waking her up, but you needed to tell her what had happened. And you needed your car back, which was still parked at the club. 

“I’ll explain more on the way, but Baekhyun drove me home from work last night and I need you to take me to my car.” 

You saw your roommates eyes widen “He drove you home? Are you insane?” 

“Just let me explain everything, I promise it’s not as crazy as it sounds.” 

“Okay, let me get dressed though.” She looked at you skeptically, closing the door and meeting you in the living room soon after to get going.

“So he drove you home.” She stated simply, keeping her eyes on the road as she made her way through the streets towards your work. 

“I know it sounds bad but he saved my ass last night. I was so nervous about him possibly showing up that I let some assholes get me blackout drunk. When he showed up he took me into a room to sleep it off and drove me home.” 

“You got wasted at work? You know how dangerous that is.” She reprimanded you. 

“I know, I know. And I usually don’t, but these guys seemed nice and I was so nervous that I just kept taking the shots they bought me. The assholes had me in a VIP room for a while too, from what Baekhyun told me. I can’t remember any of it though, thank god. All I remember is laughing and having a good time and then waking up with my head on his lap.” 

“Baekhyun’s lap? How do you know he didn’t just make it all up to seem like some sort of hero?” 

“Yeah.. He usually always gets there early, like 7 or 8, and when I woke up it was past midnight. He told me I was asleep for a few hours.” 

“So he just sat and watched you sleep that whole time... that’s not weird at all.” 

“I told you it’s not like that! If it wasn’t for him I would’ve been all on my own last night. I don’t even wanna think about all the fucked up shit that could’ve happened to me in there if he hadn’t taken me somewhere safe to sleep it off.” 

Mia stayed quiet. She knew you were right, Baekhyun had actually helped you. 

“I can’t explain it but it’s different with him, he’s not like the other guys there at all.” 

“Y/n, do you like him?” 

Her question caught you off guard. You didn’t know what to say. Did you like Baekhyun? 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean do you like him as more than just a customer.�� 

“Well...” There was a pause, and you knew she could tell what was going on in your head. 

As you were trying to form your thoughts, Mia was already pulling into the parking lot of your work. She parked next to you, but before unlocking the doors she looked over at you. 

“You know you can tell me anything. I’m not gonna judge you if you have a crush on your professor, even if I think it’s a really bad idea. You’re my best friend.” 

“I don’t know what I feel. He’s always so sweet to me that it’s hard not to like him, even though I know I shouldn’t. I know I’m pushing these feelings down but they’re getting harder and harder to ignore.” 

She gave you a sympathetic look and you heard her car doors unlock. “Let’s get home, it’s too early to be thinking about this now anyway.” 

You got out and entered your own car, starting it and making your way back towards your shared home. When you got back you started making breakfast for the both of you, as both a thank you and I’m sorry for waking her up so early on a weekend. 

The two of you were in the middle of destroying some cinnamon rolls when she caught you off guard again. “Do you have a picture of Baekhyun? This whole time I’ve been  imagining him as a smelly neckbeard. He’s cuter than that, right?” She asked you, and you couldn’t help but crack up. 

“Yes” you laughed “he’s cute, really cute actually. Definitely the most attractive professor I’ve had in a while. Let me see if I can find something.” 

“Ooooo yes I wanna see.”

You logged into your universities website and started searching around, seeing if there were any photos of him there. To your dismay you couldn’t find anything on there, so your next guess was facebook. You typed in his full name, and what popped up was not what you had been expecting. 

There were several posts, all fairly old, and all pictures of him with his arm around a beautiful girl. His ex. 

Mia saw the change in your face and immediately snatched your phone out of your hand to see for herself. 

“What the fuck y/n...” She said as she stared at the phone, eyes wide. “THIS is him? This man right here.” She turned the phone around, pointing at him. 

“...Yeah. And I think that’s his ex in the picture too.” 

“Fuck the ex y/n this man is fucking beautiful... no wonder you like him. I would too. I’m sure half the girls in your class would love to hop on that.” 

You took your phone back, looking intently at the image on the screen. 

“She’s pretty.” 

“Who? His ex? Of course she is, look at him!” You just kept staring at the picture of the two of them together, feeling how it made your stomach twist up in discomfort. “Damn you do like him if you’re that stressed over one picture with his ex.” 

You knew she was just teasing, but she was still right. 

“Shut up, I just haven’t seen her before. I knew about her but seeing a picture of them together feels different.” 

“Y/n you have the fattest crush on this guy come on just admit it.” 

“It’s not a crush! I just think he’s an interesting person, and he’s attractive, and he likes me, soo..” 

“So what? Are you gonna try to fuck your professor?” 

“MIA” You shouted, and grabbed a pillow to hit her with. 

“Come on if I had a professor that hot I would too! And you already know he’s into you too.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, prompting you to roll your eyes. 

“He’s my professor, that’s the problem.” You sighed. “And my customer. Starting anything with him is a bad idea.” 

“It’s definitely a bad idea, but it could be really fun.” 

“An hour ago you thought I was crazy for letting him drive me home and now you’re telling me I should sleep with my professor just cause he’s hot?!” 

“Well I didn’t know what he looked like then! You should’ve at least told me he was cute.” 

“You’re so shallow!” 

“I’m not shallow! Y/n you need some spice in your life, maybe he could be good for you. And he’s rich.” Her eyes suddenly went wide, before asking you, “What car does he drive?” 

“An Audi... we still don’t know if he is though! He’s still just a professor, remember?” 

“You should try to find out how he has all this money, what if he’s secretly a mafia boss or something.” 

You only rolled your eyes. Sweet, shy little Baekhyun, a mafia boss? It was laughable. He was way too nice. 

“If he is rich, I don’t know how. Maybe he’s just a trust fund baby or something.” 

“Yeah maybe, but you’re gonna find out! Did he pay you last night?” 

That thought hadn’t even crossed your mind, you assumed your money bag was empty when you got home since you hadn’t given any dances but you hadn’t looked inside of it either. “I don’t know... let me check.” 

You got up and went to your room, returning with the bag. You sat back down in the living room with Mia and dramatically unzipped it, before holding it upside down and shaking it. Both you and Mia gasped at what fell out. Hundred after hundred fell until your living room couch was decorated with hundred dollar notes. 

“What the fuck...” You heard Mia whisper, obviously just as shocked as you. 

You gathered the money and counted the bills. Over two thousand dollars had been in that bag. You looked at your friend in disbelief. “He must’ve paid me for every hour I was asleep...” 

“Holy shit” 

“I have to give it back, this is too much.” You started shoving the money back into the bag, but Mia grabbed your wrist, stopping you. 

“Are you crazy? He gave you the money for a reason! You’re basically set for the rest of the semester now.” She was looking you in the eyes intently now, not letting you ignore her. 

“No, you don’t understand. I didn’t even give him a dance or anything I was literally just asleep and then cried a lot, he shouldn’t have paid me at all.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“It’s your money and I can’t tell you what to do with it but I’d keep it if I were you. You’ll probably just hurt his feelings trying to give it back.” 

“I don’t care. I’m giving it back. Especially if he is just a professor I don’t want him spending any more money on me.” 

“It’s up to you...” She looked skeptical. You knew she wanted you to keep the money so she could reap some of the benefits as well, although she would’ve never admitted to it. Deep down you just couldn’t help but worry that Baekhyun couldn’t afford to give you that much. You had to at least try to give it back. 

The rest of Sunday went by in a blur of netflix movies and youtube videos. Sundays were your lazy days, a sacred tradition you were dedicated to keep. You knew however that when Monday rolled around, you were going to have to try to give Baekhyun his money back. You weren’t sure what that would look like, but for now the plan was to just corner him after class and tell him he needed it more than you did. Hopefully, he would accept it and that would be the end of it. 

~

Class on Monday was even more confusing than the previous days. You felt like you understood less with each passing class period, not more. The concepts he talked about only got more and more abstract, to the point where you had little clue what was going on at all. 

You were anxious about class ending as well, since you were going to have to face him to try to return his money. 

Eventually the lecture ended, and today you had to wait for several other students to talk to him first before he could get to you. They all had questions about their essays, the essay you had yet to even start. 

You knew Baekhyun saw you waiting and purposefully made you go last, although this time you were grateful. 

“Do you need help with you essay too?” He asked once he was done talking to the last student. You shook your head. 

You glanced towards the door, making sure the last student was out of the room before before pulling out the stack of cash that had been in your bag Sunday morning. “I can’t accept this.” You said, placing it on his desk. 

Baekhyun looked surprised, however he still wasn’t going to make this easy for you. 

“Why not?” He asked simply, looking genuinely confused. 

“I have plenty of money already, from you. I didn’t even give you a dance or anything and I know you don’t make THAT much as a professor and I just-”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me y/n. Just keep it. I promise I’ll be just fine without it.” 

“No. You need it more than I do, I already have enough to keep me going for a while and this was too much, I didn’t even do anything to deserve it.” 

“Y/n. Please. Just take it.” The look on his face was tired. You could tell he was telling the truth, he wanted you to have it, but that didn’t stop you from feeling guilty, and you weren’t taking no for an answer. 

“You’re a college professor, not some hotshot CEO, I know you don’t have this kind of money Baekhyun. I’m not keeping it.” You said, crossing your arms. 

Baekhyun just sighed, scratching the back of his head. He looked annoyed, but also somehow.. sad? 

“I told you there’s a lot you don’t know about me. And I’m not taking it back.” He said staring down at the wad of cash. Obviously he wasn’t taking no for an answer either.

“Baekhyun pleaaase” You looked at him again, giving him your best puppy eyes but he wasn’t having it. His face remained stoic, the only visible emotion was a twinge of what looked like sadness. 

“Y/n...” He sighed again. “I’m going to my office now. You can come with me, or you can take your money and go home.” He said sternly.

You pouted, but picked the money back up, shoved it back in your pocket, and followed him anyway. Eventually he unlocked the door to what you assumed to be his office and he held the door for you to walk in. He sat down at his desk, and you sat across from him on the other side. As you looked around, you couldn’t help but smile at how Baekhyun the office was. The space was very cozy, filled with little trinkets and lots of books, all of which you were sure would make absolutely no sense to you. Everything felt so much like him. He had pictures of him and his friends sprinkled throughout as well, and the room even smelled like his comforting scent. 

You took the wad of cash back out of your pocket and placed it on his desk. He didn’t acknowledge it. 

Once both of you were sitting down, an awkward silence filled the air. Baekhyun was sitting right across from you, but instead of the usual intense eye contact you’d grown accustomed to, he was staring solemnly down at his desk. 

He was the first one to break the silence. 

“My parents died in a freak accident last December.” He said it without looking up at you, eyes still fixated on his desk. “A semi hit them going 20 over. They both died on impact.” 

Your stomach lurched. “Baekhyun wh-”

“Between the two of them they had quite a bit of money. I inherited it. I could quit this job if I wanted to. I have more than I even know what to do with, so just keep the money, please.” 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know...” Your voice was barely loud enough for Baekhyun to hear. Finally he looked up and you met his eyes. 

“There’s no way you could’ve. I understand why you probably thought what you did but I definitely don’t need it, so keep it.” 

“But-”

“If anything” he interrupted “I feel bad I couldn’t give you more. We were up there longer than what I paid you for but that’s all the cash I had on me and I didn’t wanna have to leave you alone to go to the ATM.” 

“Baekhyun, I...”

“You can go now, sorry if that was uncomfortable but I wanted to tell you before you insisted on giving the money back.” He said, scooting the cash back towards your end of the desk. His expression was once again blank, making it impossible for you to try to figure out what was going on in his head. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry about your parents.” 

Although he had told you you could leave, you found yourself planted in the chair and against your better judgement, you stayed. Maybe it was the cozy feel of the room, or the comforting smell of old books and vanilla, but you didn’t want to leave yet. 

“Were you really close with them?”

He smiled at your question, and because you were still sitting in front of him, even though you didn’t have to be. 

“Yeah, they were amazing parents. They always supported the things I was passionate about. Lots of parents would get mad at their kid for studying something as useless as philosophy but they always had my back.” He sighed solemnly, the sadness making it’s way onto his face. “You never really learn to appreciate things until they’re taken from you. I should’ve visited them more often, told them I loved them more. Everything I have now is because of them.”

“I’m sure they were really proud of you.” 

“Yeah, luckily I was able to make the best out of my degree. Most people who study philosophy aren’t as lucky and end up doing something totally unrelated. I at least get to teach people about something I’m passionate about.”

“Is that why you keep working here even if you don’t need the money?” 

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “ And I know my parents wouldn’t want me to quit just because of the money. It would also get awfully boring to just sit around at home all day and not work anyway. I like having somewhere to go and feel productive.” He paused for a second, eyes meeting yours again. “And if I wasn’t here I wouldn’t get to see you.” His face turned up into a smile with his last sentence. 

At first his words made you think he was just trying to find an excuse to hit on you, but his face told a different story. His smile was so gentle and welcoming, it didn’t feel like any kind of sexual advance, just his raw emotions. Emotions that he was willing to show you without any filter. Baekhyun had always been so open with his feelings with you, it made you feel even worse for how hesitant you were about your own.

You couldn’t help the pink tint growing on your cheeks at his statement. 

“You’re blushing.” He said, now grinning. 

“Shut up.” You tried to hide your face, but with him sitting directly across from you, staring intently there was nothing you could hide.

“You’re lucky I like you enough to let you talk to me like that, any other student would be in trouble.” 

“So you admit I get special treatment?” You asked, leaning back in the chair and crossing your arms, one eyebrow raised at him. 

Before answering, Baekhyun leaned towards you, resting an elbow on the desk, halving the distance between the two of you. “Sweetheart, I’ve never even spoken to a student outside of campus. Special treatment is an understatement.” 

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red at his use of the pet name, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked you as casually as one would ask about the weather. Your eyes widened, not at all expecting him to ask such a thing. 

For a moment you just stared at him in disbelief, hoping he’d say something else but his expression remained the same. Eventually you shook your head, but before he could ask you anything more you had your own question for him. 

“What happened with your ex?” 

Immediately his face fell into a deep frown. You’d caught him off guard again, and this time he didn’t quite know what to say. 

“Well...” He said, still pausing to think. “After I got the inheritance from my parents things just changed. All we did was fight about money. She didn’t even seem to care that my parents were dead. She just wanted access to the money. Eventually she realized I wasn’t going to give it to her and she left me.” 

“I’m so sorry, that’s awful.” 

“But that’s how I got to meet you.” He smiled, taking one of your hands in his. “I’m glad she left me when she did, and Chanyeol talked me into going to the club that night.” 

“Baekhyun...” You felt yourself getting scared again. The things he was telling you and the way he held your hand was beginning to feel too intimate, to a point where you were becoming anxious. You felt an unfamiliar sensation blooming in the pit of your stomach. 

“I remember when he pitched the idea to me, I called him a dumbass.” He laughed. “I really didn’t wanna go but he dragged me in there.” 

“Well I’m glad he did too.” You responded shyly, before you could think twice about your own words.  

Now it was Baekhyun's turn to blush. He was already shocked enough that you were willingly staying in his office, hearing you say something that flirty to him sent his mind into chaos. 

“Y/n...” He grabbed both of your hands now, looking into your eyes with that familiar intensity. “Do you.. like me? Not as a customer or a professor, but as a man?” 

He had been wanting to ask you since Saturday night, but couldn’t find the courage. He knew how terrible of an idea it was to be having this conversation with one of his students, but when it came to you all rational thought seemed to fly out the window. He had stayed up all night torturing himself with the thought. He needed to know. 

But you could only stare back wordlessly. Not because you didn’t want to tell him no, but because you couldn’t deny to yourself that you did like him. You just couldn’t get the words out. It was one thing to feel something deep inside your heart. It was another to be able to say it out loud.

Baekhyun quickly noticed your discomfort and withdrew his hands. “You don’t have to answer that, sorry. But you know how I feel about you. I just need to know. Whatever your answer is, whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll accept it. If you want me to leave you be, just tell me and we can act like we never knew each other before last Monday.” 

But you didn’t want that, not at all. Your feelings for him had only grown and you couldn’t see yourself ever going back to only seeing him as your professor. It was too late for that now that you knew what his arms felt like wrapped around you. 

“I know I don’t want that.” You said so quietly, it was almost inaudible. But Baekhyun still heard you.

His eyes widened in surprise, but his smile found its way back into his face as well. “I really hoped you wouldn’t choose that. But whatever you do decide, will be fine by me.” 

“Okay.” You spoke, as you got up out of your chair. “I should go. Thank you for explaining everything.” 

“Don’t forget this” he said, holding the wad of cash. You sighed, and took it from him, shoving it back in your pocket “and thank you for listening.” 

Baekhyun waved you goodbye as you exited his office, shooting you another gorgeous smile that you couldn’t help but return. As you walked back home you felt that same unfamiliar feeling still blooming in your stomach. You tried to ignore it, but it was unmistakable. This is what people were talking about, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you talked to someone you liked. You’d felt it before with past flings and crushes, but never as much as now. 

And the more you let yourself think about it, the clearer it became to you. You were becoming just as fucked for him as he was for you. 

Next Chapter

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 152

I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it...

Okay, maybe I am. I managed to queue up the chapters I had in the barrel! Yay!! Which also means that I have a super duper exciting chapter coming up, which I can’t wait to write and can’t wait for y’all to read. I just need it to be perfect.

That said, thank you to @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog for your help with this particular chapter.  I love when we are all three in one of these sessions and just descending into chaos in the chat. Also, @mamayoda (who I can’t tag but I do want you to know I see your likes in my notes!) for love-bombing my notes recently.

“Is it just me or is everyone really jumpy?” Charly asked as I set my food down across from her.  It was our thrice-weekly lunch dates in one of the public mess halls, and she definitely had a point.  I had already noticed three people scowl distrustfully at the food consoles, hugging closely to the prepared food side of the room instead.

I sighed. “It has to have been Derek’s stress test.  It wasn’t supposed to impact systems we didn’t design, but…”

She snorted loudly. “Tell that to the week I spent taking cold showers again.  At least this time, the doors didn’t play any music when I walked through them.”

“Did your doors at least open consistently? I was stuck in my quarters for a whole day until we figured out that I could walk through if I had an escort.”  I laughed and shook my head before digging in to my food. “And, come to find out, we actually do manage the water systems, thanks to BioLab 2.”

Contrary to myself, Charly was entirely unperturbed at this revelation beyond sniffing her hoodie and shrugging. “My doors worked fine as far as I know, but Coffey and I tend to work the same hours, so… Maybe that was it.  Oo!” Her cheer of enthusiasm caught me off guard as she started bouncing in her seat. “OOOOO! I bet he activated the routine Xiomara had running when you and Jokul weren’t friends yet!”

“There was a routine!?” I asked, exasperated. “I behaved, thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

“Meh. Just in case. What do you think her deal is?” She tilted her head to the side, at a table near us.

Sure enough, the woman at that table was darting glances around the room, her shoulders hunched, elbows close to her body, eyes wide.  I could practically feel her shaking from where I was. “I can’t tell if she looks suspicious or afraid,” I murmured, hoping the woman couldn’t hear me. “But the fact that I’ve met mice and chihuahuas who shook less, I’m going to go with afraid.”

As I watched the woman, weighing whether or not a stranger trying to comfort her would make it better or worse, Mona’s familiar face approached her instead.  She was speaking softly enough that I couldn’t make out words, but the woman clearly recognized her and only jumped slightly.

I was so focused on the sight of Mona comforting the woman that I nearly hit the ceiling when Parvati’s voice came from entirely too close to my right shoulder. “Rebecca.  She lost her family twice, first her parents, some cousins, and an uncle when the hack happened, and then her partner and children in the After.  It’s understandable that she’s terrified right now, after the stress test. Too many bad memories.”

My face flushed in humiliation. “Pranav and Zach sent a ship-wide alert that the stress test was happening - “

A perfectly manicured hand clapped over my mouth, one dark eyebrow arched in eloquent disbelief. “Sophia. You of all people know that mental scars do not heed logic.”

Charly’s hair flew around her face as she nodded enthusiastically. “After day three of cold showers, I flinched every time I went through a door in case that stupid song started playing again, no matter how many times I reminded myself that it was a stress test and I had decidedly not given Derek boba tea again.”

Both my hands flew up in surrender. “I stand corrected, I just feel awful to see people react like that.” Gazing around the room, I was suddenly much more aware of all the darting eyes, protective postures, seats turned so that backs were against walls.

Charly had obviously seen the same thing. “We may need to talk to Pranav about limiting the tests to one or two systems at a time.”

“I wish we could,” I admitted, stabbing a potato out of my pie slightly harder than necessary. “His department was passing the tests with flying colors when Derek was limited to one or two systems at a time.  But they failed this last test miserably, it turns out.  As soon as they would react to one thing, Derek would switch to another system, and they couldn’t be everywhere at once as well as they convinced themselves that they could.  And they can’t just be good at small scale attacks: the revolt that happened before the End brought everything down at once, from multiple access points. It was… kind of elegant, in a terrible way.  Very clean.”

Charly squinted at me and Parvati in suspicion. “Are you supposed to know that they crashed and burned in the test.”

I rocked my hand back and forth while I chewed on a mouthful of crust.  It had way too much butter in it, but at least it was actually crust this time. A week ago it had been something pretty close to paper mache. “Technically we don’t officially know that.  Officially, all we know is that Pranav has requisitioned enough additional staff to increase his team of programmers by seventy percent.”

“Asses handed to them, got it,” Charly nodded in understanding.

“We also officially know that Pranav currently owes Hannah quite the enormous favor,” Parvati confided.

“How big?” Charly ventured slowly.

“Big enough that his grandchildren may be indebted to hers,” came the laughing response.

Charly shook her head and clucked her tongue. “He should know better than to bet against Derek.  He breaks the systems for fun, and they asked him to really go for it. What did they expect?”

“Apparently to put up a better fight at least.” I forced a smile, but guilt weighed on my heart as I studied the room again, fully seeing the microexpressions of anxiety, fear, and anger.  It felt like the entire Ark was constantly swinging between hope and fear. The random drills weren’t really helping, either.

“They aren’t,” Parvati agreed, letting me know that I had been thinking out loud. “Everyone is sleep deprived, on high alert, and then all of a sudden all the computer systems went on the fritz for a week.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, pushing what was left of my pot pie away from me, appetite gone. “We need to talk to Grey and Antoine about getting counselling for everyone, seeing as how Xiomara and Pranav pretty much just triggered the entire ship. I mean, everyone knows counselling is available, but I think allocating training and resources to the therapy teams is going to take priority over Pranav’s request for the moment.”

Charly tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do we have the space for some quiet rooms, like you set up for the Food Festival a few years back? That may be a good idea.”

Snapping into work-mode, Parvati flicked her datapad open, bangles clattering as she started making notes. “The quarters left by those who relocated closer to the Archives are still uninhabited, those can be used.  We may be able to convince some people to relocate so we can spread the rooms out more evenly, but even if we can’t, just having those rooms available will help.”

“Make a note to add in the proposal for Grey: possibility of having specific vendors permitted to serve food in BioLab 2.  Encourage mental health days and picnics.”

Parvati nodded in acknowledgement of my request, before adding her own spin. “As a contingency plan, find vendors who will pre-package picnics.  Between the current distrust of the consoles and the fact it will remind everyone of the annual Festival, the good emotions will help.”

“I like it,” I confirmed. “What else?”

“Paintball tag day in the corridors,” Charly announced, without preamble or warning. “Make it a holiday, everyone is off work, limit it to one end of the Ark.”

I shook my head. “Guns, not the best idea.”

“Ew, no. No pew-pew.” She wrinkled her nose. “I was thinking more paint-soaked splash bombs.”

Finger guns deployed, dual wielding. “I am so here for a paintball tag day in that case.  The flavored paint?”

“Not the scotch bonnet please,” Parvati begged. “I just know someone will get that in the face, I don’t care how much Else likes it.”

“Got it, no more pepper spraying people,” Charly agreed seriously. “OOO! I could test the new arrows out!  With something like buttered popcorn paint, obviously. Maybe kiwi on the other team.”

“Just limit the pull on the bows, okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Fiiiiine…”

Parvati smiled and added to her notes. “So, we probably want someone to correlate the current date to whatever the date would be on Earth… Just in case we need to get a consultant for Holi.”

“Good point. Conor is alarmingly good at that, so I can ask him.  It would be a nice cultural event if we could do that. If not, we can totally work on celebrating Holi when it comes around.”

“Final suggestion for right now, because I have to get back to work,” I sighed happily. “This is going to be the biggest ask, and the smallest at the same time…” Both nodded at me to continue. “Care packages, for everyone. And I mean everyone on the Ark.”

“Sophia,” Parvati scolded me. “That’s almost ten thousand people and sixteen animal companions.”

“Well aware,” I forged on, “We’ll talk to Sam about the bows, I can wrap them. Commission some of those really nice chocolates, or maybe some taffy from Simon. And something salty.  I know there is someone on the Ark who makes aromatherapy candles, Tyche is bananas about them.”

Shaking her head, she added it to the list. “If you insist on that, I insist on a celebration for the drop out of FTL.  Hannah and I can use some of the plans from the Food Festival, include Charly’s paint tag - “

“And Kink Night!”

“- and Kink Night, apparently… have several events going on across the Ark, since we already discussed declaring a holiday.”

“Get Bash’s permission to use the Undine again, and I won’t object,” I surrendered before standing. “On that note, I really do have to get back to work.  Come on, Vati, we have work to do apparently.”

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[onlyhereforangst]

WWR

I’m baaaaack bitches 😘 let’s be honest the last two episodes were shit & you wouldn’t have wanted that wwr anyways. SO let’s get into the ✨angst✨ that was Nick’s episode under the cut…

Oh but before I start, why yes, yes I called this theory too. Me and this writer share a goddamn brain or something because I’ve literally always guessed big plot points of his episodes correctly 😅

Ok Nick’s dad leaving like that, with poor bby Nick all sweet asking if he promises to bring him back his favorite pastry and him hesitating before he’s going to promise- NO. 

*picture Michael Scott gif here*

It’s not faaaaaair, little Nick deserved so much better- so MUCH better. And it’s only going to get worse as the episode goes on, so strap in for the walk down emo lane. 

Quick pit stop for cute banter because duh. Nick giving the real estate agent Ellie’s number cracks me up because bro you want this house with her don’t you 👀 you still keep her business cards on you when you could have just as easily gotten your own (or McGee’s) by this point 👀 you just want to maaaaarry her and move iiiiiiin with her I knooooooow it 👀 Ellie’s reaction the split second we see also has me dying because she’s like ha ha this is funny you had to talk to real estate agent you drew the short straw hey wait what the fu— you did not! Before McGee interrupts any protest she can hurl back Nick’s way and that’s just gold right there. Pure middle school flirting as per usual for them and I love it.

Oooooooh Kasie’s lab scene. The growth in this one. Nick worried his family and by extension him, is going to get implicated for murder (or is guilty) even though it sounds outrageous to him, he’s got PTSD from Mona Lisa (and who wouldn’t tbh). But Ellie immediately, like IMMEDIATELY goes and defends him. Is like uh-uh don’t even GO there, it’s not a possibility its just person of interest I don’t care if it’s literal hair at the scene of a man stabbed brutally seven times, he’s not a murderer. The grooooooowth Ellie, I’m so proud of you 🥺 we went from using that logical head to realizing it’s ok to listen to your heart and wade into situations with empathy (especially for the boy you ~*looOOoOoOve*~) And then Nick talking about his dad being dead and a deadbeat and walking out when he was 5, he looks at Ellie almost the entire time, only barely glancing over at McGee like he needs to have that connection with her, she grounds him when this is suddenly very jarring having a relative by semi-involved in a murder. And Ellie isn’t the slightest bit shocked when Nick dumps this news so clearly she’s heard it and by her look, not only has she heard this, but she does not like the man for what he did to Nick. She looks pissed his father hurt Nick like that because how dare any one hurt her man 😤

And oh here it is, we back on emo lane. Nick recognizing and seeing his dad for the first time in 30 years. It’s gonna hit like a 🎵freeeeeight traaaain🎵 at first he can’t even believe its him, he blinks like a thousand times because *surely* his eyes are deceiving him and then his dad goes and uses his nickname, his nickname people the CRUELTY. YOU DON’T GET TO JUST SHOW UP THIRTY YEARS LATER AND CALL HIM BY HIS CUTE LITTLE NICKNAME YOU GAVE HIM AS A CHILD. YOU DON’T MIGUEL. NOT IN THIS GD HOUSE. Ok and now nick is in pure shock because he just got confirmation that his dad is not only *not* dead, but he’s here in front of him, in DC no less, possibly a murderer no less. AND he’s finding this out by chasing him down *not* by Miguel reaching out to him while in DC. The shock and confusion and hurt my poor baby.

And when that shock wears off and it’s just barely contained rage, my heart 🥺 so of course Ellie goes in there with him and nows she needs to immediately be the support she knows he needs but he won’t admit to needing. Nick tries to deflect with a joke at first but oh honey it’s no use. But quick comedic relief for us on emo lane “sit down, no I don’t like sitting” AHAHAHA like father like son I’m cackling because the look Ellie and nick share and nick’s eyes warn her like don’t you dare fucking say it and she’s like yep yep nope I wasn’t gonna say a damn thing I’ll just look down and try to contain my laughter because now is NOT the time. But see I’m on my couch and I can laugh all I damn well please at this scenario that was gold from the writers thank you. On a more serious level this probably hurt nick even more seeing that he’s even got the smallest something similar to his dad. He’s probably desperate to be the exact opposite, he doesn’t want to even consider being capable of what his father was capable so this - while seemingly insignificant - thing like not wanting to sit in a chair will hit deep for him without him realizing it. If something so trivial is the exact same, wouldn’t something much much heavier like commitment to relationships and family be the exact same? Wouldn’t it?? And good god poor nick for going through that mental anguish, on emo rollercoaster lane. Because it just gets better when Miguel’s excuse for being in DC is “visiting family” like call your BULLSHIT Miguel you certainly ain’t visiting family and Nick now knows oh he lies too, great, another win for the Torres blood, fan-fucking-tastic. 

Quick peek at viewing room and we don’t believe in personal space, Ellie wants to be as close as possible to her hurting bby 🥺

But back to the emo stuff - Miguel just lying off his ass and Nick fed up with his father’s games because it’s truly just twisting that knife in his back that’s been stuck there for 30 years deeper and deeper. AND THEN Miguel has the audacity to yell out for “Nico” like bitch you do NOT get to call him that either. You walked out on him and never came back gtfo. And Ellie is trying so hard to keep it together but man she wants to do one of two things if not both at the same time - wrap Nick up in her arms and shield him from this deadbeat and/or punch this man through the glass to cause just a fraction of the hurt he caused Nick. But instead she just has to keep her cool to be the supportive girlfriend she is and ask nick what he thinks and then. Then. “He’s lying…because his lips are moving”

Well FUCK. Murder me right now. The anguuuuuuuish. Poor five year old Nick in a 35 year old Nick’s body. That little boy who was promised a big hojaldre in the morning from the next town over is right there. Right there to witness the father he thought he had, hasn’t changed. One of the only memories Nick probably has of his father is him leaving. Him lying and leaving. And what does he do when he finally shows up again? 

HE LIES AND LEAVES. HE FUCKING LIES AND LEAVES. (I know I’m getting ahead and technically at this point we don’t know he’ll leave again but whatever sue me because this shit is too much.)

Side note: Ellie talking about a “conflict of interest” that Nick didn’t interrogate his father is laughable considering she should have never interrogated Xavier but ok. 

Ooooo lets see some pissed off Nick. Let it loose baby, you deserve this. And I know I wrote about this in the tags somewhere but can we take a second to appreciate McGee’s growth??? Like bro went from straight up denial to acceptance and giving Ellie the look of “go talk to your boyfriend ok we need to make sure he’s alright and we both know your support is going to go a lot further than my support” and Ellie wordlessly kNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S SAYING. She’s like yeah, of course I’ll go help my man why wouldn’t I. 

I don’t know why but Ellie asking Nick if he’s talked to his “mom and sister” is just so 🥰 I can’t explain this one to you but I love this dialogue ok. Actually I love this whole ensuing conversation. Nick still is bitter (he has every gd right to be), Ellie playing the supportive girlfriend but *tiiiiiniest* bit of devil’s advocate with saying he might be innocent. Once again, so much growth because honestly she knows what it’ll do to Nick if his dad actually *is* a murderer. Like can we for a second imagine if his dad actually was guilty, right? Nick already saw he was like his dad in trivial things like not wanting to sit in chairs. Nick has already had serious, serious doubts to what he’s capable of aka worried he could, if the right buttons were pushed, be a murderer on multiple occasions. Ellie has been there with him for all of that, she knows how low his confidence is when it comes to his perceived “goodness” and she knows just how much it would break him if he learned his direct bloodline IS capable of murder. She knows how he’d spiral if that was true and so she’s gripping to any small possibility his dad is innocent. But nick, oh poor Nick my heart- he’s done. He opens up to Ellie without literally any prodding. He’s baring his long buried soul to her, that troubled, broken childhood that he surely keeps locked away in fear of letting anyone see a weakness. He bares it without question because he feels so safe in her presence he can let her in to see his deepest shame and by extension his deepest worry 🥺🥺🥺 and poor Ellie, she’s a little lost at how to go about helping him because she does have a good relationship with her dad, so yes all she has here for him is saying his father was guilty of a crap dad but it’s because she’s still trying to convince them both he has to be good. He has to be good for Nick’s sake. Buuuuuuut it doesn’t really work does it, because oh shit pissed the fuck off Nick is a site to behold isn’t it 🥵 kicking down doors once again and his smart “still think he’s innocent” oooooooo damn. Ellie’s face says it all- she’s trying so hard to hold out hope for Miguel, so hard. She needs him to be innocent she’s willing to speak it into existence a thousand times but her face is like fuck this is going to kill him and I can’t do a damn thing about it other than just watch. 

More pissed off Nick 🥵 but when you think about it is so so painful, all I can picture is that little 5 year old boy who woke up the next morning waiting, waiting, and waiting. Staring out the window at each car that slows down but ultimately passes. Tugging on his Mami’s shirt asking for the hundredth time when papi is coming back from the bakery with his hojaldre, oblivious to the tears that are slowly sliding down her cheek because she still can’t find the words to tell him what she knows deep down. That little boy who when the sun starts to set the confusion sets in with it. Why hasn’t my papi come back yet? Where is he? He promised. The sadness and sense of rejection that starts to fill his little heart when his mami tucks him and his sister into bed and he asks one final time where papi is and will he say goodnight to them and his Mami has to say she’s not sure when he’s coming home and quietly to the side, “if he’s coming home.” The little boy who weeks later has finally abandoned watching out the window every, single morning. The little boy who had his heart ripped out and thrown to the side of the road when he realized his papi didn’t go to the bakery and instead he was thrown out by his father like a day-old hojaldre. So yeah pissed Nick is fine af but good god the angst underneath is suffocating. Because Nick in this moment doesn’t know the *true* reason Miguel left. He knows what he lived and what he lived is a piece of shit. Nick’s response to “is that what you think of me” is amicable because OOF he could’ve gone the fuck off right there and told him what he really thought of him but he stuck with only a slight dig. TO WHICH MIGUEL. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. IT HASN’T HURT YOU MUCH. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. FUCK YOU. SOUNDS LIKE YOU WERE A SHIT DAD SO YEAH PROBABLY A GOOD THING YOU LEFT. THANK HIM NICK WITH YOUR FISTS BECAUSE HE’S A LITTLE SHIT. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. TOUGHENED HIM UP SO MUCH HE SHUTS EVERYONE OUT. YEAH FUCK YOU. 

And then man here is the point where it all just muddies in Nick’s mind. The poor dude. He knows this line of work, hell he was undercover for almost a decade. He understands how that leaves almost no room for a family. He gets it, so deep deep deep down a tiny part of him realizes why Miguel likely *thought* it was ok to ditch his family. But for thirty years he’s felt abandoned- no reasoning can change that. 

“It’s good to know he was making a nice living while my family was starving” fucking GET HIM NICK. Damn I wish Miguel had been in the room for that. He deserved to hear that one. Ruthless. 

I do not know how I missed this the first time around but holy shit Nick asked to be removed from the case. Nicholas Torres- a man who does not back down. A man who bullied his way into finishing his first ever case with this team that he was arguably way too close to that one too. This is how much pain Miguel brings him. A man who does not quit, not in his vocabulary - was so pissed at getting sent home back when Reeves died, he asks to get sidelined. He actually asks to get sidelined. Holy shit Miguel did a number on Nick and I mean we knew this but 🥺😭😭 poor bby. No wonder you don’t trust yourself in a serious relationship. It’s not the girl you’re worried about it’s you. You don’t think you’re capable of staying, you’re terrified you’ll be just like your dad and leave. once again, you’ve seen the similarities with trivial things and so this just cements your fear of failing at commitment. And this is Nick in just so much pain he asks to step back. oof. I do love Leon stepping into a slight fatherly role for Nick right there though, he shows his support, his pride in Nick and in that moment I think Nick realizes while his father by blood is shit, he’s got several other strong role models in his life that care and that’s why he agrees to work with him. 

Nick’s smarts comment about leaving the note behind 🤣 oh classic Torres move. Also do yourself a favor and pause it on Ellie’s reaction to him. GOLD hahaha she’s like ooo-kay did you really feel the need to say that, let’s not. Honestly I think I’ve given this look to my husband almost daily. They married y’all. 

So married that she overhears Miguel trying to talk to Nick and her hackles raise!!! She’s like hold the fuck up do not traumatize my baby even more, Nick do you need me??? Because I will get you out of this, I will be here for you, I will fight this man, just say the damn word!!!! And Nick ugh, his look. They can communicate with just a simple look, he knows all that she would do for him in that moment and still nods her off, but that tiny bit of gratitude is present. Then we find out that yes Grace is really good at guessing theories “in order to keep his young family safe, it means he has to leave. Of course he can’t *tell* them why he has to leave so that they continue to stay innocent and safe. So he plays it like he’s a deadbeat dude who was “too young” to be a father and is just now realizing it and leaves his wife, little daughter & son behind. Flash forward thirty years and the NCIS case leads them to him. A piece of evidence pops up with his alias, they go knocking down doors to interrogate a potential suspect (Nick’s father) before our lovely CIA agent interfere and claims he’s innocent because he’s a CI…” like DAMN, I’m good. Hahaha any ways the reason I bring this up is because I feel like I predicted/analyzed Nick’s feelings really well back then in this theory and after seeing his expressions, they hold true. Nick is just absolutely warring with himself during this explanation, searching for anything to confirm his dad truly is a deadbeat (and yes he is still absolutely a piece of shit for what he did, but there’s a “good” reason for his leaving and that’s what makes it so- hard.) and as I said when I first broke this down, Nick understands undercover work and his dad (being the POS he is) brings that up to Nick. Like he should “get” it because wouldn’t he do the same thing since he’s in that life? But here’s where (and Nick doesn’t totally realize it yet) Nick and Miguel are different. Because Nick came back, Nick stayed. He stayed y’all and he says it here but he does not realize the implications of his words quite yet. He is NOT the same as Miguel. Yeah he doesn’t like to sit in chairs but he has stayed. He has stayed through some tough shit too but he’s stayed nonetheless. More than Miguel could ever fucking say, that’s for sure. So yes, when Nick has the come to Jesus and realizes that he is not the same as his dad and he can and will stay? Damn I can’t wait for that moment. Also I wanted to slap Miguel when he called Nick “mijo” because BITCH YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL HIM THAT. YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL HIM YOUR SON. NO. “I’m not perfect but I did the best I could” well fuck you too Miguel because look at this broken five year old boy inside a thirty five year old man’s body. Does that look like the product of a “best you could”?? Does he look “ok” to you??? Fuck you. 

But yes here’s my take on where Nick is at: how do you forgive someone you’ve despised for thirty years once you know they “didn’t have a choice” (even though it will always feel like they had a choice or they could’ve explained it to you even if you were only five) and left in reality token you safe and give you a better chance at life? How do you reconcile the real dad and the one you lived with in your head for so long?? How???

And then you’re stuck still reeling from the night before and the bomb that was dropped and the reconciliation you’re attempting to your dad bringing in the ONE THING. The ONE THING he promised to bring home in the morning thirty years prior. How the actual fuck does one come back from that. Can I give another big FUCK YOU to Miguel Torres? Because seriously??? Why do you ever think that’s ok??? Hey I promised my kid I’d bring him hojaldres in the morning for breakfast thirty years ago so may as well make good on that promise right, only thirty years late that’s totally fine right? He won’t tell the difference right?

Fuck you, Miguel. 

And they’re still clearly Nick’s favorite because he’s brought Jimmy to a restaurant specifically for them and that just makes my heart break for the man he had to become without a father. He still held onto that love for them even though they were probably always associated with a horrible, horrible memory of being abandoned 🥺🥺 god damn Nick you’re so broken I’m so sorry. 

Ellie is still as supportive as ever and good god we clearly have lost all pretense of personal space at this point, what is her we don’t know her isn’t this normal for coworkers? But this conversation implies he called her after his talk with his dad and ugh yesssss 😩❤️ I still think he called her immediately after leaving the building, talked the entire car ride home and while getting ready for bed, needing the comfort of her voice on the other end of the line as he worked through his whirlwind of emotions and tried to come down off the cliff he felt himself on. All pretenses of a bad boy with a mysterious flare forever gone, his heart is open for her to see and he doesn’t give two shits about it anymore. But Ellie does a damn good job of girlfriend duties here and not only supports him but also gently prods him to see if he can maybe one day have a relationship with his father. The parallels she brings up makes him think (and also makes him look at her lips twice 👀 he’s just so close to her how could he not I mean right 😅) and I love that she’s still being v supportive but also trying to help him grow. 

And then Ellie giving Nick the option to go with his dad or go to the other location because she’s not going to push anything on him he doesn’t want and then when he chooses the embassy to avoid his dad her reaction had me laughing 🤣 but she respects it. And yet shortly after Miguel tries to team up with Nick and Ellie hears it from the other side of the bullpen, immediately all ears to step in if he wants to avoid him again despite giving him flack for it earlier. Nick can sense her worry and support and this is the moment he takes her advice in just a tiny step and accepts teaming up with his dad. But OMG KILL ME WHEN NICK THINKS HIS DAD IS DEAD BEFORE HE GETS TO TRY AT A RELATIONSHIP AGAIN. HIS WHISPERED “papa’s” I CAAAAAN’T. 

Ugh and then his last conversation with his dad while Ellie is checking on him constantly. It’s just too much, that little boy is back, desperately hoping for his dad to stick around. And Ellie is just so happy she can’t contain it for him and it’s perfect. He walks right to her, her hand on his back because they just need to touch each other after such a heavy couple of days and Nick echoes her advice back at her because he’s showing he listens and he values her insight and I just love it. 

AND THEN MIGUEL HAS COME TO RIP MY HEART OUT BECAUSE HE’S A PIECE OF SHIT REMEMBER. 

My poor bby Nick’s face when he realized his dad LIES AND LEAVES. REMEMBER. HE LIES AND LEAVES. God Wilmer killed it because Nick is literally on the verge of tears and my heart breaks and then yes he goes to Gibbs to see his pseudo-father who he then realizes is more of a father figure than Miguel will ever be and hell that’s okay but STILL. 

I will end this WWR with a I love supportive girlfriend Ellie and another big Fuck You to Miguel Torres.

Goodnight.

[tinythiefalex]

Playdate

My first posted g/t story! This follows Human Patton and his Borrower son Virgil having a play date with Human Janus’ twin sons Roman and Remus (who are also human)

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(For context: in this universe borrowers are known and seen as equals)

Words: about 1350

Tw: none I think. Let me know if you find any.

Anyway, on with the story!

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Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no-

Virgils thoughts raced as Patton continued to explain his and his friend Janus’ conversation from earlier that day.

Virgil got the gist of it; Janus wanted to bring over his twin sons, Roman and Remus, for a play date with Virgil. Nothing out of the ordinary, but there was one problem.

Virgil was a borrower.

It wasn’t uncommon to hear about Borrowers and humans living together as roommates, but a human like Patton adopting a borrower child? Completely unheard of. There were just too many problems to name, but Patton was determined to overcome any obstacle for his little son, even if current obstacle was something as simple as a play date.

Don’t get them wrong, the twins weren’t bad kids, but both Virgil and Patton had seen the way they play with other humans.

Loud. Rough. Hard-hitting games of tag and wrestling each other to the ground.

Sure, when playing with other humans this was alright, but Virgil was just too small for that. Too easily hurt.

Patton had tried to explain this to Janus, but he didn’t seem worried, so, eventually, Patton said yes.

“And you said yes?!” Virgil exclaimed, worried.

“Janus said it would be ok, kiddo. And I trust him. Let’s try it out, just this once?”

“B-but…” Virgil trailed off. His head filled with images of how wrong this could go, no matter what Janus claimed about his boys.

“Kiddo…” Patton persisted,”I’m just as worried as you are, believe me, but the twins have been wanting to meet you for so long. We can’t deny them a chance just because of what they are.”

Virgil was quiet for a moment, thinking.

“O...okay. I’ll give them a chance”

A grin spread across Pattons face.

“Wonderful! I’ll call Janus and let him know.”

*time skip cuz I can’t write transitions*

Patton and Virgil were passing the time watching tv when a knock came from the door.

“That must be them!” Patton got up and heading towards the door, leaving Virgil to stew in his worries on the coffee table.

Barely a minute later, Patton and Janus walked into the living room, followed closely by the twins. Both Roman and Remus were carrying huge (to Virgil) duffle bags, presumably filled with toys.

As soon as they spotted Virgil, the 2 kids rushed over and knelt down to greet him.

“Hello Virgil! Nice to meet you!” Roman said with a huge smile.

Virgil stumbled back a few steps when they approached, startled.

Patton, who was sitting on the couch next to Janus, gently placed his hand on the table next to Virgil, trying to reassure him.

“It’s ok Virge, say hi.”

“H..Hi….” the borrower said nervously.

Remus leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do you wanna play?” He asked, careful to keep his volume down for the benefit of tiny ears.

“S-sure. Play what?”

Roman but in, “we could play a board game, or draw, or...uh…whatever you want!”

“Oh umm…” Virgil thought for a moment, trying to come up with a game that hopefully won’t be too much.

“How about….pretend?” Virgil responded, pleasantly surprised they were asking him what to do.

The twins smiled.

“Ooooo yeah! We could...we could play fairytales!” Roman said excitedly. “I could be the knight!” He puffed out his chest.

“And I could be the monster! Grrrr.” Remus growled.

Virgil chuckled, feeling slightly more comfortable around the bigger kids.

“And you could be the Prince, Virgil!” Roman said, suddenly reaching his hand towards the borrower.

Both Patton and Virgil flinched at this, Virgil quickly hiding behind Patton’s hand, his fears returning.

The twins softened at this, disheartened.

“Oh no… I didn’t mean to. It’s ok, Virgil” Roman said gently. Virgil took another look at his hand. It hand had stopped a couple of inches away from where Virgil had been sitting, palm facing up in a clear offering.

“It’s ok.” Roman repeated. “I won’t grab you, I promise. C’mon, don’t you want to start the game?”

Virgil gave Patton a brief glance, before hesitantly stepping towards the hand, climbing on.

Roman smiled softly.

“There you go.” He carefully lifted his hand and carried Virgil to the tv stand, setting him down.

Remus stood up.

Ok! Let’s get started!” He exclaimed, dumping out his and Romans bags. They were filled with costumes, dolls, and more toys than Virgil could name. Roman searched through the pile and found a foam sword, holding it at the ready. Remus found a dragon hood and put it on, growling again, before stopping.

“Wait hold on!” He said, searching through the pile again. He pulled out a little king doll, taking the crown off, and handing it to Virgil, “Here you go Virge!”

Virgil placed the crown on his head. The doll was a fair bit bigger than he was, so he had to hold it up to keep it from falling. Remus gave him a huge, toothy grin, and Virgil gave a more hesitant one back.

Finally ready, the twins leapt into action, hitting each other with their toy weapons.

It should have been frightening, but the twins were surprisingly quiet, doing their best to not startle Virgil with their playing.

Roman landed a final hit on Remus, and the darker twin let out a dramatic “Oh No! I’ve been bested!” falling to the ground in “defeat”.

Roman laughed victoriously, striking a hero pose before going over to Virgil. He hovered his hand near him in a silent question. After a moment, Virgil nodded and Roman scooped him up, exclaiming, “Yes! I have rescued you fair prince! Now we will live happily ever after!” Patton and Janus softly cheered. Remus got up.

“Let’s do that again! But this time, I get to win!” He said.

“No, the monster can’t win! How will we get a happy ending then? How will I save Virgil?”

“It’ll be more interesting, and Virgil will just be stuck with the dragon forever!”

“I’ll come back and beat you then!”

“You can’t just ‘come back’ that’s cheating!”

The twins argued back and forth as Virgil thought.

They kept arguing until they heard a quiet, “Well….”

They turned to Virgil, the borrower having gotten their attention. Virgil nervously continued.

“How about… well… um… I was wondering….could I maybe...be the knight?”

The twins were quiet for a moment, before their eyes lit up wide.

“Of course you can!” “Oh yes! That would be fun!” Roman and Remus answered, Roman quickly but carefully setting Virgil on the ground before going through their pile again.

“It should be right….aha!” He exclaimed, pulling out a tiny, plastic sword from another doll. He handed it to Virgil.

“There! Every knight must have a great weapon!”

Virgil laughed, turning to point the sword at Remus.

“Have at thee beast! I will save Prince Roman!” he shouted. Remus got right into character.

“Not if I have anything to say about it. ROAR!” He pretended to blast fire at Virgil, who quickly dove out of the way of the imaginary attack.

“Not so quick beast!” He ran towards Remus’ knee, hitting it with the sword.

“Ah no!” Remus cried. He pinched the back of Virgil's jacket, lifting him up and placing him about a foot away again.

Patton flinched when this happened, about to say something when Janus placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head and gesturing to Virgil, who was still laughing and dodging pretend fireballs.

Patton sighed, sitting back, still worried.

Eventually, Virgil landed one last hit on Remus’ hand, causing him to shout in imaginary pain.

“Nooo! I can’t believe you defeated me! There’s no way! The prince is yours!” He said, sinking down before playing dead.

A big smile spread across Virgil's face as he turned to Roman, who cheered.

“You saved me, great knight! Three Cheers for Sir Vee the Brave!”

Janus clapped his hands and cheered along with the boys, and Patton grinned as they quickly set up the game again.

Maybe this playdate wouldn’t be so bad after all.

And there you have it! This is my very first writing so please let me know if there’s anything I could’ve done better. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you and I hoped you enjoyed reading!

[writeroutoftime]

bring her home - chapter two

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CATCH UP - CHAPTER ONE

pairing: harry potter x reader/ young!james potter x reader

summary: when a time traveling journey goes wrong you find yourself in a time that’s not your own. now you must find your way back home, that is if you truly wish to go back (based upon @neurobeing​‘s post) 

warnings: none

words: 1391

a/n: hello!! yes, literally a YEAR later, I have finally posted the second chapter to this story. it is kinda crazy to me that people have continued to message me, showing interest in the story. that makes me so happy, and I truly am sorry that it has taken be so long to finally get this posted. but, now that it is, I promise you won’t have to wait another year in between chapters. so, without further ado, please enjoy and have a fabulous day! 

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When the spinning ceased, you found yourself on the floor of a busy corridor, with a person standing above you. Relief flooded through your veins when you looked up at the familiar face. “Harry!” 

“Are you alright?” 

The pounding in your head signaled you were not alright, and you rubbed the source of the headache, confused. “Harry, uh, what happened?” you asked. 

“Sorry, love, but I’m not Harry. I’m James, James Potter. Why have I never seen your face around here?” 

“J-James?” you stuttered in disbelief. “James Potter?”

“I believe that’s what I said, love.” he teased, throwing you a flirty smile. “Don’t I get to know yours?”

When you didn’t respond, James, instead, offered his hand to help you up, which you hesitantly took. Back on your feet, you brushed the dust off your robes and tried to curl into your body as much as possible. It was then you took the chance to intently stare at the boy in front of you to determine that he was, in fact, not your Harry. While the two could almost have been identical twins, it was the warm, but unfamiliar, hazel eyes that tipped you off.

“This has to be a dream.” you muttered to yourself, looking around to find anything familiar to you. While the corridors themselves seemed to be the ones you had known for the past six years, it was the unrecognizable faces that caused panic to stir within your stomach. “What’s today’s date?” you asked James, a near mad look in your eyes.

He looked at you to see that you were serious. “November 8.” he said, and carried on when you continued to nod, seemingly looking for the year as well. “1976.”

It felt as though your world began to spin again at his words. 1976. How could you have landed yourself twenty years in the past? “Uh, I have to go.” you suddenly blurted out and pushed past James and the other students who had formed a crowd around your unconscious form.

As you ran, all sorts of thoughts began to swirl in your head, almost causing you to miss the empty classroom on your left. Quickly, you ducked in and locked the door, pressing your back to the door for good measures. Forced, slow, deep breaths made their way through your body to try and calm yourself down and not panic over your current situation. A few minutes later, you felt calmer and you could sit down at an empty desk and begin to search for a logical explanation as to how this had happened.

The last thing you remembered was that you had turned in your Charms exam before entering an empty corridor to use your time turner. It wasn’t as though you had used the time turner wrong, it was kinda hard to mess that up. What had happened before hand? After a moment of thinking, you couldn’t come up with anything out of the ordinary, besides your argument with Harry. But, surely, that couldn’t have sent you two decades back in time.

All of the sudden it hit you – the odd sensation you had felt with the time turner during your exam! Whatever that had been, must be some clue as to how you had ended up in 1976 and, more importantly, how you could get home.

The fact of the matter eventually hit you that you couldn’t stay locked in the classroom all night, but you weren’t sure where to go next. There was only one thought that kept circling back to your mind, and as much as you were upset with him in your own time, you knew Professor Dumbledore was your best bet at getting home. Opening the door just a crack, you saw that corridor empty and figured most students and staff had retired for the night. Quickly and quietly, you hurried to find the bronze eagle statue you knew led towards the headmaster’s office.

“Um, lemon drops?” you tried, hoping that his password would be quite predictable. When that wasn’t the answer, you sighed and ran a hand down your face before another idea popped in your mind. “Bertie Bot’s Every Flavor Beans.” you said more confidently and watched in awe as stairs began to form to lead you to Dumbledore’s quarters.  

When you stepped off the stairs, you walked towards the closed, wooden door and knocked three times, each one increasing in volume. After a few moments you worried no one had heard you, but just as you were about to turn around for the night, the door creaked open.

“May I help you?” a familiar voice asked.

Before you stood a younger, though still old, Dumbledore. He looked identical to the Professor you knew, perhaps with fewer wrinkles. However, you could tell from the twinkle of his blue eyes behind his half moon spectacles that this is the man you needed to talk to. “Hello, sir. I’m sorry to wake you, but I need to talk to you.”

“Very well.” he answered and opened the door further to let you through.

Surprised, you stepped into Dumbledore’s office and looked around. While you had been in the room before, it was nice to know that his decorations wouldn’t change much twenty years from now.  As Dumbledore moved to take a seat behind his desk, you began to wring your hands together and felt your body begin to shake. If Dumbledore didn’t believe you, then your chances at getting back home would become much slimmer.  

“Professor Dumbledore, this is going to sound completely insane, but I don’t know who else to go to about this.” you began and continued when Dumbledore simply nodded. “Okay, well, um, I’m from the future. 1996, if we’re being specific.” you said and held your breath, waiting for him to laugh in your face.

“Well, that puts you in quite the predicament, Miss – “

“y/n y/l/n.” you rushed to fill in. “Wait, you’re not gonna brush me off or call me crazy?” you thought it would have been harder to convince Dumbledore of your true identity.

“Stranger things have happened within these walls, Miss. y/l/n.” he spoke. “Now, do you have any ideas as to how you came about this situation?”

What followed was you going over the events of your last day in 1996, making sure to note that besides that strange, but brief, sensation from your time turner, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. You weren’t sure how much you could reveal about the future without creating any alternate universes or rips in time, so you made sure to not use names, nor descriptive characteristics when talking about the people in your own time. At the end, Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, hands turning over the time turner you had showed him and nodded thoughtfully.

“I must admit, I have not come across a case of a time turner sending its user, unknowingly, back 20 years into the past. This matter will require further research, and I’m afraid it will have to, at least, wait until morning.” he said, handing you back the precious object.

His statement frightened you, and all you wished for in that moment was to be back at Hogwarts in your own time, surrounded by those you loved most. “What am I supposed to do until then?” you questioned, nails digging into your skin in uncertainty.

After a few thoughtful moments, Dumbledore responded. “I will have Professor McGonagall escort you to the Gryffindor girl’s dormitories, where we have an open bed. Until we can figure this out, I suggest you simply try to blend in as much as possible.”

Eventually, Professor McGonagall came to collect you from Dumbledore’s office, and while she squinted her eyes in disbelief at his explanation that you were a new, transfer student, she nevertheless escorted you to your new dormitory, with a comforting hand on your shoulder the whole way there. With a kind smile, she motioned towards the steps that lead to the girl’s dormitories and explained that the other girls would be expecting you when they woke. Thanking her, you walked upstairs, and without waking your new roommates, you slipped under the covers and stared at the top of your four-poster bed, wishing that when you opened your eyes again, this would all be a terrible dream and nothing more.

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Surprises (10)

SMUT WARNING! Although mild, for now😏 you’ll have to tell me if it was good. Also the end section was short for reasons:)

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Warnings: There will be swearing, mature themes, mentions of alcohol at times, and mentions of sex. I will update warnings as I go if needed.

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She knows.

She totally fucking knows.

But how the hell does she know?

It was the morning after his movie night with Elain, and Azriel had brought her home with him so they could have breakfast with the others before the girls went off shopping together. Nesta was staring him out from across the table as if she could see every thought running through his head. He hoped to god that she couldn’t because now he couldn’t stop thinking about the night before.

The movie had only been playing for around ten minutes before his resolve cracked. He tried, he really, really tried, but ever since Elain had walked out of that bathroom in a pale pink tank top and small black shorts he was done for. She was lying tucked into his side on the bed fully focused on whatever movie she had picked when, without realising, his fingers began drawing patterns on the skin of her thigh. Azriel cursed himself when she tensed, now noticing what he’d done.

Why the hell did he have to ruin everything?

“What are you doing, Az?”

“I- I- shit I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He fumbled, pulling his hand away. But before he could get too far, a small pale hand wrapped around his wrist.

“It’s okay you know? You’re allowed to touch me. I just wasn’t expecting you to want to touch me.”

“Of course I want to touch you, in fact I always want to touch you, but I should have asked first.”

Elain began to play with his fingers at that, chewing on her lower lip like something was bothering her. He tried to push back the thoughts of biting that lip himself so he could focus on the matter at hand.

“What’s wrong El?”

“It’s just that this whole being pregnant thing includes hormones. And sometimes I don’t know if I want you because it’s me or it’s just my hormones telling me that I need some sort of itch scratched or something.”

Jesus Christ, she was going to kill him.

“Will you let me touch you, Elain?”

She let out a shaky and uneven breathe before whispering;

“Yes.”

He brought his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear, following the path down, dragging his fingertips across her neck and had to hold back a smirk at the way she shivered.

“Promise me something first.”

A nod.

“Promise me that you’ll stop me if there’s something you don’t want to do. I’m not going to get upset or mad at you, you’re allowed to say no. I don’t want to feel like I’m taking from you, not again.”

“But you di-“

“Promise me.”

“I promise, Az.”

She closed her eyes as he dropped his hand once more, this time to her hip, and dragged her to face him fully. Elain squeaked at the feeling of their chest, hips and thighs being pressed together. Azriel brought his lips to her just a brush at first but then she let out a frustrated whimper and his control snapped. He moved her leg over his hip and caught her moan with his lips as he ground into her harder. Her hands wove into his hair and pulled causing him to groan and roll her onto her back. His hand moved away from her hip to run along the waist band of her shorts, teasing.

“Can I?”

Elain looked down to where the tips of his fingers were just underneath the band and flushed a bright red so he tipped her chin back up so they were face to face once more.

“You can say no and we can stop right now. Just being able to hold you, to kiss you, is enough.”

“No, I want to. But I’ve never...”

The next kiss he gave her was gentle and slow, a slight distraction as he pushed his hand under both her shorts and panties. She gasped when he used his thumb to draw circles over her bundle of nerves and slipped one finger inside her.

“Good?”

She bit his lip and moaned again before breathing out a;

“Ye- Yes.”

Azriel smirked and thrusted slowly a few times before carefully adding another. The slow thrusts continued until she pulled his hair hard with one hand and dragged her other down his back, nails digging into his skin, and he picked up the pace. One of her legs wrapped around his waist trying to pull him closer but he kept himself propped on his forearm, just hear her whimper, the sound going straight to the part of him he was steadily ignoring. Soon enough her back was arching and she looked at him with what looked to de part desperation and part confusion.

“Az. Az I need- I need-“

He pressed his thumb harder and used his fingers to make a come hither motion, speaking against her lips as she cried out.

“Ellie. Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

Once she fell limp against the bed he withdrew his hand as gently as he could, bringing it to his mouth, grinning internally as her eyes widened. He jolted when her small hand came up to fiddle with the button on his jeans. The disappointed look on her face made him wish he’d let her continue, but this wasn’t about him. This was all for her.

“But what about you?”

“I’m alright, I promise. Was that okay?”

“Amazing.”

He smiled and kissed her nose then her forehead, tucking her in gently, before going to the bathroom to sort himself out. By the time he came back and climbed in behind her, she was already asleep, the sound of her even breaths pulling him under too.

The banging of a mug against the table top brought him back to the present, shifting in his seat against the discomfort of his now incredibly tight jeans. Nesta was still glaring at him as she got up from the table to give Cassian a kiss goodbye, telling Feyre and Elain she was going to start the car. He barely had chance to appreciate the kiss his girlfriend gave him before she was rushing over to link her arm through her sisters, leaving him in a dazed state as they yelled a quick “later” over their shoulders.

Cassian’s loud and obnoxious laughter had him turning abruptly back to his brothers.

“God, bro. You’re so fucking whipped.”

He scoffed, as if they both weren’t exactly the same dopey idiots around their girls.

Elain Archeron had him wrapped around her little finger and he was so fucking grateful that she did.

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The three of them had been shopping for over an hour now and Elain was exhausted. She was little dizzy and her back ached and gods she just wanted to sit for five minutes but her sister had other ideas.

“Just one last store El, and then we can go and get those milkshakes you like.”

The sound of said milkshakes did not sound appealing in that moment but she managed to give Feyre a small smile, albeit a bit grim, but she had already started walking again. Following as fast as her tired body would allow, she realised it was a clothes store and Feyre was steadily piling her arms with things to try on.

“Is it really necessary for me to try on all of these things? I have enough clothes, I don’t need more.”

She was given what she was call a sadistic grin in return and was promptly dragged to the fitting rooms to try everything on. Nesta was already there trying on what looked to be about a dozen jeans. There was no time for her to even ask her elder sister what she had picked because her younger one had pushed her into one of the cubicles.

Once inside Elain gently placed her clothes on the hook and bent to remove her shoes, deciding to try on any jeans and trousers first but as she came back up, she was hit with another wave of dizziness and swayed. She groaned loudly at the pain in her head as her vision became blurry. There was a lot of talking from outside, banging on the door and few shouts of her name maybe?

“Elain.”

“Elain are you alright?”

“Elain!”

She had no time to think or call back to whoever is was before she was falling and everything went dark.

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The Contract :: CS Omegaverse :: Ch 8

Title: The Contract Rating: E Summary: Emma had never wanted much in her life, despite being married to one of the richest men in the world. For ten years she has felt like a prisoner in her own marriage, denied the one thing she wants the most, but her husband cannot help but bargain her want like a cheap business deal.  Enter Killian Jones, the Alpha her husband has hired to make sure she gets what she wants. And then some.

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A/N: Ooooo! It’s here!  THAT chapter (if you have heard me talking about this chapter you’ll know what I mean.)  I’m very excited for you all to read it, and I really hope you enjoy it!

Artwork by me, @artistic-writer and beta’d by the lovely @shardminds who deserve all the love you guys can throw her way. And as ever, thank you to all the ladies in Discord! Thanks ladies!

This is an Omegaverse fic featuring A/B/O dynamics.  Whilst this varies from fandom to fandom, for the purposes of my fic, there will be no mpreg.  Just so you know.  There will however be knotting, breeding, heats and other delicious things that come along with A/B/O.  If you do not know what A/B/O is, feel free to message me :)  Many thanks to @hollyethecurious @shardminds @kmomof4 @darkcolinodonorgasm @resident-of-storybrooke and @ineffablecolors for letting me bounce my complicated ideas of you lol

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Killian never liked to cancel on clients, especially when he was giving up the opportunity to sleep with someone as beautiful as Emma, but it seemed his rut had other ideas. It had arrived early, his already frenzied mind sent into overdrive at the thought of not having her, even if her husband was insistent she go away for a week. She would be back before it’s end, but he didn’t want to risk her seeing him that far into his rut, so before she had even arrived home, Killian had told her husband he would be unable to see her until otherwise notified.

He should have known his rut was approaching when, during their last sexual encounter, he had found little things more precise, her scent more enticing, if at all possible, than before, and her body reacting to him more like an Omega than a Beta. One minute they were fucking, and then, before either of them knew it, he was knot deep in his favourite place in the world. It came without warning, his body so tuned into hers that he didn’t know what was happening until it was too late and her body was clenching around his bulb and drawing every last drop of his soul out through his orgasm. It shouldn’t have been so easy to knot a Beta without prior lubrication, but somehow they fit together like puzzle pieces, Emma cut exactly right so that he would fit inside her.

Alpha’s could control their early rut, it wasn’t hard, unless they were a few days in or there was a reason. Emma was a Beta, so there shouldn’t have been a reason he had felt so incredibly starved of her that he had acted so possessive. No Omega scent coaxing out his ultimate arousal, although Emma’s scent did things to him he couldn’t explain, or rut frustration unsated by the woman beneath him. Killian was confused, his mind foggy and in a daze so much that he almost didn’t hear the soft tapping against his apartment door.

He was ripped from his thoughts by the scent first, the absolute sweetness of it wafting under the thin gap under his front door and straight into his nostrils. His body reacted instantly and he stared at the heavy door wide eyed and unable to believe what he was sensing. The smell caused a tickle to stir in his groin, the pit of his stomach falling away from him as he was overcome with the need to fuck, but something else held his attention for a second, something that confused his already rut addled brain.

Emma.

Killian took a tentative step towards the door, the gentle knocking echoing through his apartment once more. The closer he got, the stronger the scent became, and his brow pulled together with his last coherent ounce of thought.

“Killian?” Emma called softly through the door, her voice riddled with agony.

Killian gulped hard, another scent coating his taste buds as he swallowed it down and it sent a ripple of excitement over his skin. He reached for the door, pulling it open quicker than he thought he would, half scared by what he would find on the other side.

Emma looked up at him slowly, her face puffy from her tears and her hair dishevelled like she had been grabbed. She was dressed in just some leggings and a camisole top and was barefoot, despite the temperature outside being almost freezing, and she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that took Killian’s breath away. He only just stopped himself from growling out loud when he noticed a dark red swell under her right eye, the skin there split open in a small line that had stopped bleeding but was probably going to need a stitch.

Her hands trembled, her fingers interlocking in front of her as she fidgeted, her entire body shaking under his gaze. It felt like forever before one of them moved, Killian finally, against everything reasonable screaming inside his head, reaching out, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his apartment. His hand on her skin was the most calm Emma had felt all day and she let out a sigh, almost thankful for the lightest touch that had somehow eased her pain.

Before the door even closed behind her, Killian was stalking away from her, putting as much distance between them as he could. It was only the first day of his rut so there was minimal control left over his urges, but he had to try to resist them. Emma was clearly here for a reason but as much as his head was telling him to take her, fuck her, breed her, claim her, his heart won out as soon as he saw she had been hit.

“What happened?” He said finally, putting the couch between them and neglecting to look at her, brushing his finger across his own cheek to indicate the reason for his question.

“Graham,” Emma whimpered, her body flushing hot once more. Killian caught the new wave of her heat from the other side of the expansive lounge area of his new apartment, his back pressed to the huge floor to ceiling glass window that looked out over the city. Not even the frozen pane could cool his body, and he rubbed a sweaty palm over his already damp forehead angrily at the man’s name.

How could a man hit his wife? How could Graham have even dreamed of hurting something as precious as Emma? Rage boiled inside of Killian and he tried to focus on that rather than what his rut was telling him to do. He was in such a conflict, his brain telling him she was his when really she wasn’t, urging him to make it so, when he couldn’t. He looked up to her again, the pathetic looking woman in front of him sniffing away her last tears as she met his darkened gaze, his eyes flitting to the pulse point in her neck where he now knew her scent gland was.

“Emma-” he began through ground teeth, her name nothing more than a warning to stay back that she ignored.

“Killian, what’s happening to me?” she pleaded, stepping away from the door and her body instantly feeling the AC in his apartment blasting down onto her skin. It was cool but not enough, the slick between her legs making her even hotter as she felt pulled towards him. “I can’t-”

“You can’t be here,” he warned her darkly, his face contorting as if he was fighting a voice in his head.

“I have nowhere else to go,” Emma said sadly, her voice breaking at the realisation that she was homeless. Her fight with Graham had escalated to abuse, him yelling at her to get out and never come back. Everything she had ever known was a lie, her entire life a shit show with her as the star attraction.

Killian took a deep breath again, raking his hands over his face as he tried to think. He couldn’t kick her out, there were other Alphas living in this building and even he could smell she was unclaimed. It would be like throwing her to the wolves. And he couldn’t leave either. The fury he felt would undoubtedly take him straight to Graham and then to a prison cell, exactly the opposite of where he wanted to be right now.

Where he needed to be.

“The bedroom,” he grunted, nodding behind her to a door. Emma followed his gaze and looked back at him confused. “It’s the coldest room in the apartment, and you can lock it from the inside.” He lifted his gaze, locking her stare with his. “You’ll be safe there.”

“Safe?” Emma asked dumbly. “But I-”

“NOW, OMEGA!” Killian barked, hating himself the second the words left his mouth. Emma flinched, rushing to the door before she had time to question why she was acting so obediently at his tone. It was harsh, demanding and something inside of her was aroused to the point of pain, the throb between her legs intensifying and a new wave of slick coating her underwear.

Killian was on her heels, the newly excreted slick drawing him like a shark to blood in the water, and Emma slammed the door in his face, turning and fumbling with the key in the lock. She gasped a squeaking sound, covering her mouth to hide the fear laced adrenaline coursing through her body when Killian pounded a fist against the wood in rut induced annoyance. Another bang made her jump back away from the door, her eyes flicking to the key that was only half turned in the lock, and she surged forward and twisted it completely until she felt the mechanism slide into place.

“I’m sorry,” Emma cried, unable to stop the tears again.

Killian sighed, his entire body sagging against the other side of his bedroom door, his fingernails scraping down the surface as he regained some semblance of his control. He rolled his sweltering forehead against the surface, cursing his lack of power when it came to his rut, his feral insides feeling like they were in a tug of war with the rationality of his brain. Emma was scared, she clearly didn’t know what was happening and here he was, like an animal, trying to get to her simply because it was the first day of his rut and something had been wafted under his nose. He wasn’t that kind of Alpha and he never wanted to be.

“Emma, I’m sorry,” Killian whispered softly into the surface of the door. “I can’t-”

“What’s going on?” Emma whimpered back, her voice muffled in his ears. “I came here for your help and instead you yell at me.”

“Emma, I’m so sorry,” Killian told her quickly. “As soon as I smelled you, my body-” He began, unable to form the words. How do you explain to someone, who always thought they were a Beta, that they were actually not? For a second Killian was so preoccupied with his own wonderings that he nearly neglected to ask Emma the most important question. “How is this possible?” He muttered. “You’re Omega,” he said, confused by his own words that were more of a statement than a question.

“Tell me about it,” Emma laughed hysterically, shaking her head at her own predicament. “I can’t even fucking think straight right now. One minute I’m at the spa, then Ruby tells me there is a baby, so I rush home, leaving everything behind, including my medication, and then Humbert drops this in my lap!”

“Medication?” Killian asked, his eyebrow bouncing up on his forehead with intrigue. Had Humbert been suppressing his own wife? Had the entire Humbert clan been using heat suppressants and scent blockers on her since she was a child? The thought made him recoil in fury.

“Yeah,” Emma nodded, turning her body until her back hit the door and she slid down the cold wood to the floor. Even the floor felt cool against her skin but she was still roasting, wiggling out of her leggings and tossing them aside. The AC in Killian’s room hummed gently in the background, almost invisible but Emma felt like everything was more alive right now. All of her senses were sharper, her world less muted than before, including her insatiable need to be fucked. “Long story short, I’ve been sick my entire life, this week I didn’t take my pills and I’ve never felt so alive. Apart from these damn cramps and sweating and-”

“And need,” Killian finished for her, his voice laced with a dark passion that made her even more wet than she was.

“Yeah,” she breathed, sighing in relief like his words had been his hands on her, soothing her aches and fixing her insatiable appetite for him.

“Emma,” Killian began gently and she looked at the door as if it was him. “You’re Omega and you’re in heat.”

Emma looked down at herself, skin tacky with sweat, her entire body feeling like it was on fire and there was something inside of her trying to claw its way out. She looked the same, but she felt infinitely different, like she finally had the answer to a longing question she had never been brave enough to ask. It explained everything. The cramps, the want, the never ending need to be filled and it also explained why, before anyone else, Emma had sought out Killian.

“But-”

“You came here because I am Alpha,” Killian explained, his words strained as if he was fighting against his urge to knock down the door. “I’m what you need.”

Emma’s breath caught in her throat, his words taking on a dark, sultry tone that had her skin itching and her clit throbbing. Graham had been right, she was what he had told her, and for years that snake of a man had been trying to suppress her nature because he hadn’t become the Alpha his family thought he would. He was a coward, and a liar, and if Emma wasn’t in an agonising heat right now, she would march back to their house and punch him right in the face.

But she was in heat, a doors width between her and the Alpha she had begged her bastard husband to find her.

Emma ground out a moan, baring her teeth as she clutched her abdomen and doubled over when another wave of pain shot through her. Her body was screaming out for something to make it stop, drawn to the door where she curled against the hard surface and pulled her knees to her chest. Her red cheeks pressed to the cool door, and when the first wave passed, she relaxed her body with a sorrowful sigh.

“How do I stop it?” She whined.

“You can’t,” Killian said firmly. “You can only make it feel better for a time.”

“How?” Emma ground out. “God, please tell me how.”

For a second Killian was thankful for the door, and for the last amount of restraint he had left because when Emma begged him, the primal creature inside of him reared its insatiable head once more and wanted her like nothing else. He needed to fulfill his own desires, ease his own need, and Emma’s begging further cemented his Alpha need to claim her as his Omega. He wanted to take away her pain, soothe her aching bones and look after her like she deserved, but he also knew this was all new to her and a full rut could scare her away.

“Emma,” he whimpered desperately, his hand finding the door handle and his fingers closing around the cold steel. He pushed down on it and the mechanism slid open, but the locked door did not budge, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. “The chest, at the end of my bed, open it.”

Emma’s gaze wandered to the chest he described, the darkened room barely light enough for her to see it before she dragged herself towards it. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting quickly once she had stopped pinching them closed, and her body followed his direction obediently without her even realising. Emma traced her fingertips over the lid, his initials etched into the wood right above the latch, which she grabbed and pulled it open.

The chest was deep, filled halfway with what she could only imagine were rutting toys for Alphas without a mate. Her eyes scanned the selection, her throat dry where her mouth hung open, thoughts and images of Killian fucking each and every one of the tiny holed silicon toys making her excrete yet more slick. A tiny moan deep in her throat escaped involuntarily before she blinked her vision clear.

“Okay,” she called out to him in a shaking voice. “Killian, these are-”

“Clean, I promise,” he chuckled. “In there you should see something that looks like a penis but a the base there will be two huge-”

“Got it,” Emma announced in a whisper. She lifted the toy in her hand, the mottled silicone feeling so lifelike in her hands that she felt another rush of arousal pound her core. It was big, much bigger than Graham and a little bit wider than Killian, and as Emma inspected it further, she frowned. “It’s hollow,” she said softly, almost to herself, but Killian answered immediately.

“It’s wearable, love,” he cooed. “I bought it to knot you with. Under the contract, I couldn’t naturally, and until we...I had never-” he paused again, her floral scent clinging to his taste buds. If he didn’t get her to orgasm soon, he was going to lose his mind.

“Was I your first?” Emma asked timidly, her own voice foreign to her ears.

“Aye,” Killian growled, the thought of knotting her again making him even harder than he already was. “Too many too quickly. I think you induced my rut.”

“I’m sorry,” Emma said softly, turning her attention back to the hollow dildo in her hand. It was cold against her skin, slightly too soft for her liking but just looking at it was making her even more horny than she had ever felt.

“If you...fuck yourself with it,” Killian sighed heavily, his words faltering. “It will feel better, I promise.” He turned away from the door, needing to distance himself from the pull of her scent. It wasn’t just her slick, but Emma’s scent gland was spiking each time she felt aroused, which right now was every time he talked to her. He was rock hard in his lounge pants, his erection pressed painfully to the inside of the cotton, and he was almost certain his knot was straining to escape the confines of his body.

Killian made his way to the couch, dropping his lounge pants until they pooled at his feet. He kicked them away with a sigh, running his hands through his hair and thanking any higher power who was listening that he could contain himself in these early stages of his rut, his usual feral nature not exposing itself until at least day three. Naked he felt cooler, if only for a second, before he wrapped his hand around himself and began the familiar regime of coaxing out his orgasm to satisfy his rut related urges.

If he was quick he would beat Emma to hers and she would be safer. He already knew what it felt like to have her heat envelop him, so his hand was a poor substitute, especially when he heard Emma moan from the next room. His ears pricked up, straining to hear the sound he yearned for again, and when she crowed a second time, he couldn’t stop himself rushing to the door, flattening his hands over the wood and pressing his ear to it eagerly.

“Killian,” Emma sobbed desperately, the sound of her lubrication against the toy between her legs watery and turning her on even more. She drove it into herself again, the friction delicious but so obviously fake that she groaned in anguish.

Killian ground his teeth, the muscles in his jaw ticking under the length of his stubble, and he balled his fist, pounding the door in frustration.

“Killian, please,” Emma whined, her voice barely there above the breathy sigh that followed. “It’s not enough,” she pleaded despairingly, now realising hy she had become almost addicted to the welcome stretch and burn of Killian’s knot.

“Emma, you don't know what you’re doing,” Killian grunted, headbutting the door. “What you’re asking-”

“Alpha-” Emma begged in a whisper, the hurried plea tumbling from her lips before she even registered what she was saying.

Early rut or not, Killian couldn’t contain himself any longer. He grabbed the door frame, fingertips clawing the paintwork as he leaned back and pounded his bare foot into the hard, immovable surface. The door gave a little, the wood bowing away from the hinges, but it didn’t give.

“Hurry, Alpha, make it stop,” Emma begged again, her words filling Killian with more rut induced strength than he had ever had, his foot colliding with the door one more time before it swung open and sent the key flying across the room. He righted himself in the doorway, eyes scanning the darkness before he finally laid eyes on his prize. She was beautiful, gloriously naked and prone on his bed, lying on her back with the toy in one hand and her breast in the other, kneading her aching flesh with a soft cry.

Emma wasn’t even shocked when he burst through the door, instead thankful for his scent. It filled the room, powerful and intoxicating, sending her into a lust fuelled spiral that had her tossing the toy aside and clambering to the end of the bed on her knees to meet him. Killian’s hands on her felt like water when she was thirsty, clawing over her skin like he needed to get inside, and despite his dark, aggressive stare, he was as gentle as anything.

Emma clawed her way up his body, fingers dancing through his coarse chest hair, and clutched his face in her hands. She pulled his lips to hers, crushing their faces together as she kissed him. He was her salvation, the only one who could make it all better and when he kissed her back just as fervently, she arched her body into his even harder. Still standing at the foot of the bed, Killian leaned over and without even breaking the kiss, he gathered her up into his arms, holding her thighs around his waist. Emma gasped, breaking the kiss for a second, when his length touched the wetness that coated her almost entirely.

“Oh, Emma,” Killian purred, conflict in his voice, his tip brushing her slickness as he held her. He rested his forehead on hers, eyes tightly closed as he paused, contemplating the ramifications of having Emma in his place. She was married and there was no going back from this, but nothing would satiate his rut like he now knew she could. Like only she could. “What have you done?”

“I don’t care.” Emma shook her head, her slightly damp hair tangling in his fingers as he combed his hand through her locks.

“You say that because you’re in heat, love,” Killian rationalised, the fact he was holding her body to his calming the beast and letting him see sense for a second. “You’ll say anything for an Alpha’s knot.”

Killian couldn’t believe what he was saying. He felt like two different people, torn between what he wanted and what he knew was right. The Alpha in him wanted nothing more than to claim, mark, make her his own, but the man in him knew that even though Graham wasn’t Alpha, he felt like she belonged to him. Graham was a force, and he had no doubt the man would never give Emma the divorce she so eagerly craved, especially now. She was a prisoner to her own life and he had no doubt he would have to fight for her.

“I don’t want any Alpha’s knot,” Emma cooed. “I want yours.”

The touch of Emma’s soft fingertips on his cheek roused him from his inner dispute and he opened his eyes to meet hers. They had softened, the hazel edges to her hues less intense as she stared, boring straight into his, but they were filled with something he had not seen before. Emma had something else behind her desire darkened eyes that he had put there, something that made him realise that she hadn’t just sought him out because of her heat.

Killian saw compassion, the willingness only an Omega could show to an Alpha. Emma had love in her eyes and it was all for him.

“You don’t understand what it means to be Omega,” Killian told her gently, his hand sliding to find her face, his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. The memory of them on his body made his cock twitch and he felt his resolve fading.

“So show me,” Emma purred and the look that she gave him made Killian snap.

When Emma hit the mattress, she had hardly any time to react before Killian was towering over her and sealing her lips with his. He kissed her, hard, like he had wanted to before she had gone away. Like she was the most important thing in his life. In a way she was, deserving to be cherished much more than she ever had before, the way she needed to be.

Killian slid his lips from hers and kissed along her jawline, nipping the flesh as he went. He was already to a full knot, Emma’s newly expressed scent sending him into a frenzy as he neared the gland in her neck. He thrust his hips against her, collecting the nectar she had given in response to him on the tip of his erection, testing her for a sign of hesitation.

Emma whimpered, her arms clutching his body, hands splayed across his broad shoulders and pulling his body down against hers. She needed him close, wanted him so far inside of her she couldn’t take it, and her skin ignited from the contact with his, nipples hardening even further against his chest.

“Omega,” Killian sighed against her shoulder, inhaling her scent with a nuzzle of his nose. “I’m going to fuck you like you need, don’t worry.” He reached down between them, the bulb of his knot rock solid in his hand as he gripped himself at his base and glided into Emma’s scorching core. Her body reacted instantly, fingernails digging into his flesh, head thrown back into the comforter and thighs clamping around his hips like a vice. He hadn’t even moved yet, and Emma was gone.

“Killian, please,” Emma cried, her words catching in her throat. “I need you to move.”

“God, I want to fill you up so badly,” Killian said through gritted teeth, his hands skimming over the smooth curves of her lithe body until they found her behind. He shifted his weight, Emma gasping when he filled her more, and he tucked his hands underneath her buttocks, holding her steady as he shuffled forward even closer to her. Emma cried out again, her pleasure filled moan sending him into a primal state and he turned his mouth towards her ear. “I love you like this, open for me, begging, Gods, I want to breed you, my sweet Omega.”

“Do it, Alpha,” Emma pleaded, turning to skim her lips over his. She pawed at his face, smoothing her thumb over his cheek and searched his eyes that were asking, not for permission, but for reassurance. Emma smiled warmly and gave him a knowing nod. “Trust me. It’ll all be okay.”

Killian seized her lips for another fiery kiss and his hips began to move against hers. She was held in place by his powerful grip, his thrusts long and deep, each one making her cry out as all of the air left her lungs. She was caught between gasping for breath and using what little she had left to call out his name, her nails tearing into the flesh of his back in a desperate attempt to hold onto him as he relentlessly pounded into her.

“Fuck, Alpha,” Emma whimpered, her thighs shaking against his hips as he tore his lips from hers and buried his face into the crook of her neck, his pace increasing tenfold and the bed banging against the wall. “Oh, Killian, yes, you feel so good.”

“Tell me what you need, Emma,” he demanded darkly. “Make me knot you.”

“Fuck-” Emma gasped again, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Her hand found the back of his head and clutched his hair between her fingers, instinctively guiding his lips to the spot on her neck where her scent gland was hidden beneath her milky, smooth skin. Killian’s brow pulled together as he fought to bite down. He wouldn’t until she asked him to, even if she felt like that was what she wanted right now, Killian knew it was just her automatic reactions to her heat. Her body was telling her to do these things, and he wouldn’t make the decision for her.

“Tell me you want my knot,” Killian growled, needing to distract himself from the overwhelming urge to mark her as his own. “Say it, Omega,” he barked, needing to press into her a little deeper, his knot now fully revealed.

“Give me your knot, Alpha,” Emma sighed, tugging his head until his lips were back on hers and she was staring directly into the stormy blue of his eyes between feverish kisses. “Make me come.”

Killian kissed her hard, grinding himself into her with enough force to push his knot inside, her walls clamping down around the painful intrusion that sent her skyward. Emma came hard, her orgasm taking her to heights she had never felt before, the pin prick dots behind her eyelids like stars in the night, a calm serenity following. Killian stilled, their bodies locked together again, and he lifted himself to watch her intently, her body almost paralyzed in euphoria.

Emma started quivering, his orgasm triggering another, and her hand flew up to flatten against his chest. It was a silent plea, his hips only shifting a little but enough to make her roll hers against his knot, eager to draw out every last drop of pleasure from their tie. Her fingernails raked down his chest, clawing through his chest hair and assuredly leaving bloody lines in her wake. As she calmed, her back resting back to the mattress, she let out a soft whimper.

Killian kissed her again, his tongue slowly massaging hers with a gentle caress that had him humming contently into her mouth. Emma’s lips turned up into a smile and she finally opened her eyes, relaxing the grip her thighs had on his body with a blush. The boyish grin Killian gave her back told her she had no reason to be embarrassed, even if she had said things she would have never dreamed of, because there was only one reason for how Killian was looking at her right now.

For the first time in his life, Killian felt complete. Emma’s inner muscles clenched around his knot once more and he gasped, shooting her a smirk when his overstimulated length twitched inside of her and released another load of his seed.

“You’re a naughty Omega,” he teased, kissing her eyelids tenderly. He framed her with his bulk, resting on his elbows and combing her messed hair away from her face.

“Am I?” Emma smirked up at him, nuzzling the tip of his nose with her own. Her hands found his face once more and she toyed with the shape of his ears as he nodded, the elfen tip slightly hard under her fingertips.

“Do you feel better now, love?” Killian asked her, arching his neck into her odd, but very satisfactory grooming technique.

“Much,” she nodded. “The cramps are gone and so has the sweating.”

“For now,” Killian offered tentatively. “Your heat should last about a week-.”

“A week?” Emma squeaked under him.

“Aye, I’m sorry,” he offered whole heartedly. “More often than not it’s only a few days once the hormones settle down.”

Emma scrunched her nose. “How long does that take?”

Killian pinched one eye closed as if trying to recall something he had been told a long time ago. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “Usually this happens to kids in their teens, but in your case it was suppressed for so long, I’m not sure I can give you an answer.”

Emma sighed and Killian felt his heart break. This was all new to her and he wished he could help her through some of the more specific questions she had, but truth was, it was all new to him too. He had never been with an Omega before, let alone one who had been ingesting heat suppressants and scent blockers for so many years. Who knew what kind of damage that had done to her and Killian’s jaw clenched at the mere thought of making the Humbert’s pay.

“What I can tell you is that I’ll be here, for however long it takes.” To emphasize his point, Killian nudged his knot into her further and Emma shuddered in pleasure.

“Oh God,” Emma whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Her back arched off the bed and she felt Killian’s calloused hands slide over her upper thigh and lift her leg over his hip, allowing him to sink into her even more now she was wide open for him. A fresh wave of slick made their tie slip and Killian growled, diving into the juncture of Emma’s neck where her newly discovered scent gland was emitting all sorts of fresh, sickly sweet aromas that had his heart racing. He could mark her. His body was telling him to. It was right there, throbbing just below the surface but Emma’s hands were on his head once more, nimble fingers tracing the edge of his ear once more and shaking him from his scent induced daze.

“You can’t just turn up to an Alpha’s apartment like this,” he scolded her lightly, rolling his head into her touch. “You should have called.”

“Would you have invited me over if you’d have known?” Emma asked innocently. Killian declined to answer, an eyebrow quirking up on his forehead. “I didn’t think so,” Emma purred, pulling his lips to hers again.

Killian rolled his hips again as they kissed, causing Emma to groan into his mouth. “Stop,” she giggled, unable to hide the grin from her face.

“Or what?” Killian challenged weakly.

“Or we’ll never part,” she smiled. Killian gave her another look, one telling her that maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Emma blushed under his gaze, rolling her bottom lip under her teeth coyly.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile, Emma, you know that?” He complimented her softly. His fingers brushed over her brow and passed the swell under her eye as he followed the trail of his hand down over the pulse in her neck. “He should pay for this.”

“Don’t,” Emma warned, her smile fading instantly. She grabbed his hand away from her scent gland, rolling her head away shyly.

“I hate that he hurt you,” Killian continued, his blood beginning to boil again.

“Please stop,” Emma begged.

“I hate that I wasn’t there to protect you from this, Emma.” Killian fingers gingerly traced over the purple-pink bruise developing under her eye again before Emma shook him off and turned away again. “I should have been there.”

“Please don’t mention him,” Emma sighed into the pillow, forcing the tears that pricked at her eyelids back inside. She wouldn’t give Graham the satisfaction of making her cry ever again.

“Hey,” Killian coaxed, hooking his finger under her chin and pulling her gaze back to his. “I just want you to be happy, my love,” he told her lovingly, giving her a quick flash of a smile.

She returned it weakly. “I am happy. Right now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Good.” Killian leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tip of her nose. “Me too.”

[ksj-com]

The Purge Night- Locked Doors

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

- Genre: The Purge!AU, smut, fluff, angst, gore

- Warnings/Tags: Married with kids, Namjoon being a good dad, soft Namjoon, pregnant reader, gory, murder more than once, emotional death, pretty vanilla Namjoon, fingering, sweet talking, quiet sex, unprotective sex, missionary, cheesecake mention, sad ending, stabbing, throat being slit, caregiver Namjoon, death of a loved one

- Word Count: 4745 words

- Summary: Happily married, two beautiful kids, and living comfortably in your new neighborhood— what else could you ask for? You and Namjoon made sure the new house had the best security for tonight. Nothing would hurt you guys more than losing one of your precious children. Everyone is confident in the house’s protection, but what if danger was already inside before the doors closed?

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A/N: Last one for my Purge series, I hope you guys liked it! I’m going to be starting something new soon so stay following if you’re interested to see what it is! It has to do with requests *wink wink.*

     The pan sizzled as you pushed the stir fry around, the smell of garlic rising with the steam. You shook some salt causing a little flame to rise from the food. Meanwhile, two kids scamper after each other, screaming and giggling from the immense exhilaration they receive from playing tag.

     “Don’t go knocking into anything you two!” You warn them. Although, you didn’t mean it because they were the best kids you could ask for. Kind and well behaved— the most well behaved a pair of 6 year old twins could be. They looked so much like their father with their dark hair and a big bright smile that cheers up the whole room instantly. It still amazes you that you raised such handsome and polite little boys, but you could’ve never done it without your  husband.

     “They’ll be fine baby,” A pair of arms snake around your waist. You sink into his touch while scrambling the spatula through the frying vegetables. He places a kiss on your temple while rubbing your stomach. It has been about two months, so it was slightly bulged. He sets his chin on the top of your head and watches you cook. You look up at him with a pout, craving another kiss. As a result, he turns you around to place another one on your lips. “Just wait until there’s another one added to the bunch,” he causes you to smile.

     “I’d probably be bald by now if you weren’t here. Those boys will be the death of me, so let’s hope this one is just one,” You laugh and cringe at the thought of having another set of twins in this house. Namjoon would probably love it, but you on the other hand would rather stick to one more for now. 

     “Come on, it wouldn’t be that bad,” His lips graze against yours. You roll your eyes playfully at him. Your arms resting on top of his shoulders while his laid at your waist. You go on your tip toes to plant another kiss on his lips. 

     “Ewwwww!” Kyle and Jason say in unison. You both laugh and pull away from each other. Kids definitely made it a challenge to show affection towards one another without receiving a disgusted sound in the process.

     “Sit down at the table, so Mommy can make your plates okay?” You glance over at them, watching them rush over to the dinner table. They still couldn’t resist punching each other around in their seats. Namjoon sits across from them at the table, laughing at the hyper ness radiating off of them.

     You scoop up a couple spoons of rice and stir fry on each plate, setting the kids’ dinner plates down first. You sit yourself down after setting yours and Namjoon’s plate down at the table. Once you sat down you sighed from the quietness. The kids were too busy stuffing their facing to create another ruckus for right now. Namjoon places his hand on your thigh and smiles at you.

     “Hey kids we need to thank Mommy for making dinner for us today. You know it’s going to be a good dinner when she’s cooking,” He taps the table to get the kids’ attention. He was right— he was a terrible cook.

     “Thank you Mommy,” They say in a monotone fashion which makes you belt out in a laugh. You watch them return back to their plates in unison.

     Namjoon rolls his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm. “Thank you, beautiful. It looks and smells great.”

     You thank him for the compliment and you both join the boys eating. A couple minutes into dinner, a thump is heard from the basement. Namjoon furrows his brows, wiping the food from his face with a napkin before backing his chair out from the table. You watched him walk downstairs filled with worry. It wasn’t even 7 yet, so what would someone be doing here?

     “Be careful,” you follow him, but stop at the top of the stairs. You wait there when he disappears from your view, tapping your foot to ease the anxiety you felt. Namjoon reappears with a shrug and makes his way back up the stairs.

     “Nothing to worry about. I didn’t see anything,” he notices the look on everyone’s faces. He bends down to the boys and tickles them for a laugh to ease the tension. You sit yourself back down with Namjoon to continue eating.

     “How was everyone’s day?” You hum to end the sounds of silence and chewing noises. 

     “Good,” The twins say together. “One of the girls in my class told me she thinks I’m cute,” Jason chest huffs out with confidence. An ‘ooooo’ comes from yours and Namjoon’s mouth.

     “Wait, Lexi?! She said that to me too!” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. They begin to push each other around, saying “No, she likes me!” back and forth.

     “Hey! Knock it off, did you guys forget you both look like each other? Of course she thinks you both are cute,” You stop the arguing, while Namjoon tries to hold in his laughter.

     “Oh yeah,” they giggle.

     “Hard to top what just happened, but my day was pretty good. I talked to Jin and he said that my work was so outstanding that I could be looking at a promotion in the near future,” Namjoon takes another bite of rice. You squeal and give him a hug.

     “That’s great, Joon! It’s about time he’s recognized how talented you are,” you cause him to shy away and smile. He was always timid when it came to his work and the compliments he received on it. He despised people that are cocky and gloat about how much better they were, so he was the exact opposite.

     Once everyone had finished their dinner, they set it in the sink. You scrub the dirty dishes and look out the window above the sink to the backyard. Namjoon was outside playing baseball with the boys, draining all the energy they had stored throughout the day. He stood on his knees to toss the ball at them at an even level, once Jason hit the ball he bolted around the imaginary bases. Kyle picked up the ball from the ground and threw it at Namjoon, causing him to playfully fall back from the oh-so-forceful throw. The boys laughed and piled on top of him, a grunt coming from Namjoon’s mouth.

     “You guys are too heavy to do that to me now!” Namjoon tickles them off. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself while watching them.

     You hoped the baby in your belly was— first off— only a single baby, and—secondly— a girl. Having two boys was fun and cute to watch Namjoon have his own little minions, but you wanted your own little girl to bond over things. Namjoon has his boys to play sports and rough house with, and you wanted a girl to talk about boy problems and dress up in cute clothing. It was stupid because, no matter what, you’ll love them unconditionally. Yet, you secretly wished for it. 

     You set your last clean dish on the drying mat before plopping on the couch with a whole cheesecake on a plate. You called it a pregnant craving, but Namjoon just thought it was hilarious. The fridge was always stocked with a cheesecake for times like these. You clicked on How To Get Away With Murder on the TV and your body was instantly in a trance. A trance of shoving a forkful for cheesecake in your mouth every 30 seconds while your eyes were glued to the screen. The trance was broken when Namjoon and the kids jumped down on the couch next to you.

     Kyle and Jason knocked out on the couch basically the second they laid their heads down on it. “You really know how to wear them out,” you look down at Jason asleep on your lap.

     “I have to or they would never fall asleep,” he whispers, inching his fingers near your cheesecake. You give him a glare, causing a snicker to come from him. “Rule number one, never take (Y/N)’s cheesecake,” he raises his hands up in surrender. You laugh and roll your eyes at the comment. Once again, he wasn’t wrong.

     He quickly dips his finger and pops it in his mouth, immediately kissing your forehead to try to undo the unruly action he just did to you. You didn’t have it in you to be mad at him, so you just laughed. After that, he scoops up the boys on his shoulders to take them to bed. He made sure to activate the security system on the way back. You listened as the metal walls fell over the doors and windows. He walks back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

     “You finished devouring your cake?” He jokes. You laugh and set your empty plate down on the table. He kisses you when you rest your back against the couch again, his thumb resting on your chin. “I love you,” he pulls away. His eyes set on yours, warm and full of love like always. 

     “I love you more,” you tease. He shakes his head and kisses you again. You both lean back on the couch, his body resting on top of yours. 

     The purge siren goes off in the background, causing him to pull away. Your body snaps back to reality, to the night that sent chills up your spine— The Purge. 

     Namjoon could always read what you were thinking. “It’ll be okay. The security is the best in the country and, even if something does happen, I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he says softly. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes his fingers into your sides, making you yelp from being ticklish. He pulls you up and carries you to your guys’ room making sure to close the door behind him with his foot while passing it. Laying you on the bed softly he looks at you with his goofy smile.

     “Have to keep quiet...the kids,” he whispers and winks at you. He let’s go of you to take off his shirt and toss aside, crawling on top of you to make his way back to your lips. Your mouths pushed together softly, each kiss filled with sweetness and love. You were so lucky to have him in your life; he was your best friend and obviously more. The way you both bond and click so easily made you always comfortable to do anything around him— and vice versa. You could feel his smile through the kisses. One of his hands twirled through your hair while the other lightly skimmed across your stomach with his fingertips. Everywhere he touched you felt his warmth sinking into your skin which only made you want more. He always knew how to make everything gentle, his kisses soft yet still passionate.

     He reaches behind him to pull a blanket over the both of you just in case the kids came in you would both be shielded. You separate your legs more to give him room. Your casual dress bunching at the top of your thighs making it clear to see your underwear. He pulls his body in, hips grinding into you. The friction of his pants against your almost bare entrance made your breath hiccup. Your kisses travel along the bottom of his jaw causing a quiet moan to flow out of his lips. Your hands glide up and down his bare back, feeling the bumps of muscle and his shoulder blades. Meanwhile his lips found their way to your breasts, kissing each before traveling down further to your stomach. You look down at him and watch him kiss and trace shapes on your skin.

     “I can’t wait for this little one to join our family,” his eyes look up to meet yours. He felt so blessed to be able to have a family with you and he was confident that you guys would spend the rest of your lives together.

     “I hope it’s a girl,” you say out loud for the first time, curious to see if he would agree or disagree.

     He nodded, looking back down in front of him. “Me too, she’ll be just as beautiful as her mother.” You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit when those words came out of his mouth. He always knew what to say and how to make you feel on top of the world. He brings his face to yours once again, cupping your face in his large hands. He kisses your nose before meeting your lips again, a moan muffled within the kiss from one of his hands thumbing circles on your underwear.

     “Quiet baby,” he breathes, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth. He watches your eyes flutter back when he pushes your underwear aside to slide a finger in. He curls his fingers inside as his tongue begins to swirl around your sensitive nipples. Pregnancy makes them even more sensitive than usual, so the sudden sensation makes you gasp. Your fingers entangled through his hair, clutching handfuls to try to control yourself from being too loud. Your hips lift and circulate around his fingers inside of you and his thumb pushing into your clit.

     You try to push his pants off, making him laugh against your chest. The vibration carried through your body to each tip. He got the hint that you were growing impatient for him, so he kicked off his pants and boxers. You bit your lip at the sight of his naked body in front of you, his length eager to inch inside of you. You pull him in and kiss him vigorously as your hand desperately clings onto his length hovering over your entrance. He groans as you wiggle him through your folds and jerk him. 

     He grabs the back of your knee and pushes it up and over his shoulder so he can sink inside deeply. He sighs with his eyes shut while he pushes deeper and deeper in you, going in circles to touch everywhere he can. You squeeze your hand over your mouth to hold in your moans. He begins to pump into you at a slow pace, watching you struggle to contain yourself.

     “Hard to keep quiet?” He smirks into your neck, you can feel his breath heat up your skin like a flame. His lips connect to your neck while his hands grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them within his palm. His thrusts grow faster, making your hands latch onto his back instead of your mouth now. His forehead is pressed against yours and you can see him trying to hold on for as long as he can, his lip being sucked in by his teeth from the painful pleasure of your fingers scratching up his back.

     “Fuck, fuck” you whine. You pull him into you, making him go deeper. Your body desperate to vocalize the pleasure every time his dick hits your spot.

     “You make me feel so good. God, I love you so much,” he struggles to complete his sentence. Sweat beads make his body slippery from the heat being created under the blanket.

     Your body takes in his loving words and releases all over, causing him to be set over the edge as well. You feel him fill you up while he fucks into you until you are both done. When he pulls out, sliding his underwear back on and lays your dress down to your knees again. He dips down to embrace your hips into his body as he rests his head on your stomach. You watch him cuddle into you and his eyes slowly close while you play with his hair. It wasn’t long after that you found yourself caving into being tired and falling asleep too.

     “Mommy! Daddy!” Your two boys burst into the room crying causing you and Namjoon to jump into action. You kneel on the ground while they cry into your shoulders.

     “What’s wrong? Shhh, it’s okay. Tell Mommy and Daddy what’s wrong,” You coo and try to wipe their faces clean.

     “We h-heard something in the-the basement!” they hiccup, tears flowing nonstop into every crevice of their small faces.

     Namjoon’s heart drops to the floor as you both shoot each other a look of concern. His body shoots up as he quickly pulls on his clothes while grabbing a metal baseball bat from the closet. He rushes to the kitchen to give you a knife before walking out the bedroom door once again. You shoo your kids to the closet as you sit against the door with the knife gripped into your hands.

     Namjoon inches towards the basement door for the second time today. The house was dark since all the lights were off, but he wasn’t stupid. He tries to flick the switch to turn the basement lights on, yet it remained unlit. He curses to himself as he yanked a drawer open to get a flashlight. He couldn’t help but feel terrified at what he might find in the basement as he shined the light beam down the stairs. His steps creaked underneath his feet as he slowly made his way downstairs. He whips the flashlight around the basement, showing the unpacked boxes stacked on top of one another like before. You both haven’t finished the basement yet and it was a future plan for the house that just wasn’t approached yet. 

     He illuminates the fuse box to reveal the torn out cables and wires, giving him the reason why the lights weren’t turning on. A piercing scream cut Namjoon’s basement search short. His body flying up the stairs to see what was happening. His eyes grew wide at the sight of a man pinning you on the floor with a knife being held to your neck. One of your hands were inches away from the knife that was knocked out of your hand on the floor, the man’s knee holding your wrist in place. You screamed out in pain again as his knife tore through your skin, joining the cuts he gave you on your arms, face, and chest. 

     The sight of Namjoon behind you brings tears to your eyes as you scream to try to warn him of the figure approaching him from behind. Namjoon whips around, but the second man knees his groin. Namjoon yells and falls to the ground in pain. Blood flies from his mouth when the man kicks him in the stomach over and over again.

     “Stop hurting him, please! Stop!” Your begging is interrupting by the knife digging into your cheek. You scream out in pain. Your hot blood trickling down to the floor from each open wound.

     “Shut the hell up or I’ll slit your throat right now, pretty lady,” The guy above you spits on your face and laughs. His lips break apart to reveal a row of rotten teeth in his mouth.

     You watch the man become satisfied with Namjoon, finally leaving him alone. He begins to approach the closet, but Namjoon slowly gets to his feet once more. Blood and drool dripping off of his bottom lip and chin. His stance was staggered, but he managed to use what was left in him to push the man’s body into the closet door causing it to disconnect and concave into the closet. Kyle and Jason scoot up to the opposite wall and watch in horror as the man crashes into the ground face first.

     Namjoon races towards the knife on the ground beside you and slices the guy’s throat open on top of you. His cut so powerful that it nearly took his head off completely. The guy collapsed on top of you, gurgling his own blood. Without hesitation, Namjoon stabbed the other guy at the top of his spine and dragged it down his body. His yells mixed with the painful screams of the dying man.

     Your kids rush out of the closet, bawling their eyes out as they scurry towards you. You cry as you push the dead man off of you only to reveal your own body that looks like it was rubbed up and down a cheese grater.

     “Oh my god,” Namjoon looks down at you with tears in his eyes. He scoops you up and carries you to the couch, making sure to lay your delicate body down carefully. “Kyle. Jason. Stay here with her. Got it? I need to check out the rest of the house to make sure there’s no one else,” He grabs the baseball bat and the flash light once again and searches the house. He disappears out of sight, leaving you with your kids latched on to your legs crying.

     “Mommy will be okay,” you look down at them. You couldn’t see much other than their eyes sparkling with tears. Their crying didn’t settle down no matter what you said, but why would it when you looked like you were on your deathbed in front of their innocent eyes.

     A couple minutes later, Namjoon reappears. “All clear...” he drops his weapons when he sees you on the couch. He carries a few lit up candles around you, so everyone was visible. He dabs a wet rag over your body while he sniffles to try to stop him from losing all sanity in front of his wife and kids. “Can you two grab me the first aid kit?” His voice shakes while asking.

     “Babe, I’ll be okay,” you attempt to get up but his hand keeps you in place.

     “You’re staying right there,” he demands. The kids run off to the bathroom to find what their father just asked them to. Namjoon pushes the sticky hair out of your face, so his lips have room to push against forehead. “I can’t lose you. We can’t lose you,” he whispers.

     Your boys come running back with a big white box. Namjoon set it in his lap and takes out the wraps of gauze. He weaves it over your shoulders into an ‘X’ that covers your chest the best he could, and then, up and down your arms. Even though he just cleaned you up, the wounds already made a new mess of blood from the constant heavy flow pouring out of you.

     “We’re going to take you to the hospital tomorrow morning to get you stitched up,” he reassures you with a faint smile. The pain in his eyes was evident with the tears brimming his waterline.

     You couldn’t help but notice yourself feel sick. Your stomach twisting and your head feeling foggy. It was growing more difficult to keep your eyes straight and focused. You didn’t want to scare your kids, so you tried to hide it. Namjoon could tell by your silence something was wrong.

     “Kids, go to your room,” Namjoon orders them while watching your skin grow paler.

     “But-“

     “I said go to your room, now!” A tear falls down his face. The boys could tell the tone in his voice was no where near okay, so they followed his instructions. He watches them walk around the corner out of sight before turning back around to meet your porcelain face again. The deep cuts on your chest made your breaths harsh and ragged. Your lungs felt smaller every time you tried to breathe in. Your body is shivering and cold, yet pooling with sweat at the same time. Namjoon places his hand around your cheek carefully. You fall into his touch, your tears dripping into his palm. He notices how cool you were so he pulls a blanket up to your chest.

     “Only a few hours until morning. You can do it,” he searches into your eyes, but you break away from his gaze.

     “I don’t think I can,” you croak, shaking your head slightly. Your words break Namjoon’s heart, this time he couldn’t hide it. He begins to cry, tears streaming down his face and his shoulders jumping from his sharp inhales.

     “Please don’t leave us,” his lips quivered and coughed.

     “I love you so so much,” your voice breaks. You were both crying— both scared of losing each other. You didn’t want to die, but you could feel your body shutting down. The life inside you clinging on to whatever was left, it was scared too.

     “No, no, no,” he sobbed and shook his head, aggressively wiping every tear falling from his eyes. His cheeks were red and raw from the constant motion.

     “I’m not gonna make it Joon. Look at me,” your voice was weak and ripped through your throat to get out. Your bandages were already soaked through, almost black from the excessive blood.

     His hands fumble inside the box again to get more bandages, but your hand grabs his wrist loosely. That was as much strength you could release right now and it was diminishing by the second. His eyes meet yours with pure sadness. “I don’t know how to live without you by my side.”

     “You have to...for Kyle and Jason,” You begin to cry whatever was left in you. You weren’t going to be able to see them grow up, get married, become handsome young men like their father. You weren’t going to birth your third baby and even see what gender it was going to be. You weren’t going to grow old with the love of your life. This was it for you and you couldn’t even think about accepting that, but how could anyone?

     Your fears become mute from the lack of energy to do anything about them. Your eyes grew heavy and it wasn’t long before you found them closed. Your body felt like it was being sunk inside the couch to an endless void.

     “Don’t go, please!” you hear Namjoon shout, but it felt like he was at the end of a tunnel.

     “I love you,” you managed to use the last of your energy to say your final words. And that was it. Your body became limp, your head falling to the side.

     Namjoon set his head on top of your breathless chest. He didn’t care that the blood stuck to his face from the bandages while he wrapped his arms underneath your body to pull you as close to him as possible. His sobbed for what seemed like forever. He didn’t want to accept the fact that you were truly gone.

     Kyle and Jason heard the loud crying from their room, and couldn’t ignore it. They snuck around to see what was happening and began to cry themselves when they saw their father hung over their mother’s lifeless body. Namjoon turns around and tells them to come next to him. They rush into his arms, everyone crying nonstop.

     “Let’s tell Mommy goodnight, okay?” Namjoon chokes out, wiping his nose. The two boys wipe their tears as they inch near your body.

     “Goodnight Mommy,” each of them take their turn to say those words and to place a kiss to your forehead. Namjoon looks at his hands to try to avoid watching  the painful scene in front of him— until it was his turn to say goodnight to you.

     “Goodnight... we’ll see each other again some day. I promise,” He kisses your forehead and kept his lips there for moments after. He wished you would be awake looking at him with that gorgeous smile on your face when he pulled away from you, but your face was still pale and limp. Tears fell from his face again as he pulled the blanket over the rest of your body, covering your face.

     Everyone spent the rest of the night laying down next to the couch. Namjoon held his two boys in his arms while they slept. Faces swollen and rashes from wiping tears repeatedly spread across everyone’s faces. Namjoon couldn’t help but notice how much they looked like you as they cuddled into his arms.

[simmonsofshield]

Reassignment

Part 1/1

Pairing: none Characters: Kate Beckett, Kevin Ryan, Javier Esposito, Jemma Simmons, Philip Coulson

Summary: Amidst clean up after the Battle of New York, things happen and Officer Y/N ends up in the quinjet’s medical bay.

Words: 1900+

A/N:  Unplanned, but I guess in honor of my url change, Jemma has a small feature in this fic! This was originally gonna be a copy-paste of one of my fics from wattpad, but then I wanted to make it more accurate to New York so 98% of this is new writing. So much for trying to cut corners. 🤷😂 Loose tie-ins of Agents of SHIELD and Castle. (Characters, not really the shows..) Canonically, Skye (Daisy) wouldn’t have her powers yet, but my story my rules lol. So she does. Three weeks late (I was suppose to post this on the 1st), but at least I got it done, right? This is for @fanfictionaries​‘s classic trope challenge. I chose police au. Takes place after Avengers.

Police codes key: 12-David-19 [Precinct # - city section - police car id] used 9th precinct as reference 10-50 Disorderly (group, person, noise) non-crime 10-10 Possible crime (many tags, the one i use is P, suspicious person/prowler)

“Here’s what’s going on today,” Captain Beckett begins, “it’s been almost six months since the Battle of New York. Midtown South is still asking for help with crowd control and patrol of the area, as most of their officers are helping with clean up. I told them the 12th Precinct is happy to help as long as it doesn’t interfere with our daily patrols. Today they’re only asking for two, so Ryan and Esposito, it’s on you today. Just make sure no weirdos or teens with sticky fingers try to get in the rubble.”

“Yes Captain.”

“L/N, my office, please.”

You look at her with surprise, then over to the boys. Ryan is the first to speak, rolling his eyes, “Of course. Little Y/N getting special treatment once again. I bet you’re getting put on a really cool case. You know, she’s basically training you to be a mini her.”

You roll your eyes back at him, “Sounds like you’re just jealous because I rose to this rank in half the time it took you.”

“Ooooo...” Esposito calls from his desk, “want some ice for that burn?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles as he slumps back in his chair.

You laugh as you walk to Beckett’s office, the door being closed behind you. You start to get worried when she starts shutting the blinds too. “Captain?”

She sets a file in front of you and begins explaining. “Though Kevin was joking, he wasn’t wrong. You have impressed me since you came here from the academy. You were the youngest to be promoted to detective, and your persistence hasn’t gone unnoticed. Which is why I think you’re perfect for this particular assignment.”

She nods to the file, and you pick it up, opening it. Your brows furrow at the first page and you look back up at her, “I don’t understand. Philip Coulson died on a helicarrier before the attack on New York even happened. Didn’t Loki kill him or whatever?”

“Originally, yes.”

“Originally?”

“Most if it is redacted and classified, but what was released - specifically for you in this file, turn the page - was that some experimental tech was used and more or less brought him back to life.”

You read exactly that as she says it, but you’re left with more questions than answers with every page turn. “What do you mean specifically for me? How many people know he’s alive?”

She blows out some air, sitting down at her desk to look you in the eye, “Only SHIELD level 7 and above. We are of only a few civilians that know. This cannot leave this room. The only others that know are ones that will be a part of this team that Agent Coulson is putting together alongside Agent Maria Hill and Director Fury.”

Again, more questions. “But...I’m a homicide detective...not SHIELD...” You pause for a moment as you try to form a question with all the information that is now in your mind, “Why me?” is what you come up with.

She shrugs, “That’s a question for Coulson or Hill. I can’t answer it. You’ll work today but after that you’ll be with SHIELD and Coulson,” she nods back to the file, “I suggest you finish reading through that tonight.” She stands up and walks toward the door.

“I’m sorry, Captain, one last question,” she lets go of the door handle and turns around, “what does all this mean for this job? Am I like fired or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” she says with a smile, “Agent Hill and I already discussed the technicalities, but basically what will be said is that you’re going undercover with SHIELD for a big operation and you’ll be gone for a few weeks. Which, really, isn’t that much of a lie.”

You nodded, somewhat understanding, “Yes, ma’am. See you in a few weeks, I guess.”

She also nods, smiling, “Likewise, detective.”

Nearing the end of your shift, you’re about to head back to the station when there’s an aggravated call on the scanner. “10-50. These crowds are getting out of hand. More officers needed in Midtown near Grand Central.”

You go back and forth in your head for a moment before deciding to respond, “Dispatch, add 12-David-19 to that 10-50 call. En route from East Village. ETA about 20 minutes.” You turn on your lights and try to get there as fast as you can.

Arriving on scene, you park about four blocks away, at Park and 38th, which is as close as you can get with all the rubble and destroyed buildings. This is the main drag of where most of the Avenger’s fight happened. It’s no surprise that half of New York is here to see the damage, even six months later.

Now on foot, you’re about halfway to Grand Central Station when you hear the breaking of glass and catch some suspicious activity out of the corner of your eye. You follow, talking into your radio, “This is 12-David-19. I’ve got a 10-10P. Kids breaking windows of businesses. It doesn’t look like they’ve stolen anything yet. I’m going to keep an eye on them. Requesting one or two officers for backup if anyone can leave Grand Central Station. 40th street, headed NorthEast.”

You casually follow at a distance until all of a sudden, “Whoa, dudes, check this out!” One of the kids picks up a weapon of some sort. Clearly not of this world and from the Battle, you’re 99% sure. He poses with it and one of his friends takes a picture of him with their phone. “I wonder what this button does.”

“Ahh!” Whatever came out of the weapon hits you directly in the shoulder and you fall to the ground. This is the first time the group of kids notice your presence. They fight for a moment, deciding whether to run or help. A groan from you cuts their argument short and most leave, while two stay.

By what you can tell with your blurry vision, they seem to be brothers. The one walking towards you is clearly friends with the ones that fled, while the other is younger. If you had to guess, you’d say early high school, 14-16, and 12ish for their ages.

You grab your radio and talk into it softly. Hopefully someone will be able to hear you. “Ambulance needed at location of 10-10. Officer down, shot with some sort of alien weapon.”

The older one kneels beside you and takes off his shirt, wrapping it around your wound, attempting to make a tourniquet. You let out a raspy laugh. It’s not quite right, but you appreciate the attempt. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”

You can see the fear still on his face but he smiles nonetheless, “I’ve seen a few medical shows. I think this is right.”

“Anything to slow the bleeding. You’re doing good. What’s your name?”

“Derek Saunders. Am I going to jail?”

“N-no, why would you think that?”

“My friend shot you. Aren’t I an accessory or whatever?”

You shake your head, “You watch cop shows too?” you joke.

“My dad’s a cop. He’s helping at Grand Central right now.”

You cough out another laugh. How convenient. You’re about to tell him to call his dad on your radio when you hear another blast. It feels like it happens in slow motion. You watch as the burst of energy goes up at an angle and hits the building next to where you’re laying. You hear the boy yell something in the opposite direction, you’re assuming at his brother, who most likely got curious and picked up the alien weapon. You see the huge pieces of building falling towards you and Derek.

You let out a scream, though you’re not sure how loud it is due to your blood loss and how tired you’re getting. You close your eyes, knowing the inevitable is going to happen, and just waiting for it. You feel the ground rumble and try to open your eyes to understand what's going on, but you can’t.

Your world goes black.

You wake up to the sound of steady beeping. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the fluorescent lights, but once you do you begin to panic. You know this is medical equipment and you’re in a room of some sort, but you’re not sure, something doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t seem like a hospital room.

You hear the whooshing of an automatic door sliding open. “It’s okay, officer. No need to panic. You are in great hands.” A pleasant British voice says to you. It does put you at ease a little.

The brunette seems to be taking your vitals or something at the moment, writing on a clipboard. You clear your throat, “Uh..where am I?”

“Oh of course,” she smiles embarrassedly, “welcome to the Bus. We’re with SHIELD. You’re safe.” she reassures.

“The Bus?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yes,” your eyes shoot to the new voice, “welcome aboard.”

“Agent Coulson.” You try to sit up, but the pain in your shoulder stops you. You wince and lay back down.

“I assumed our meeting would be under better circumstances, but this’ll have to do.” he says with a smile. “Thank you, Simmons.” he nods at the girl and she leaves.

“What happened?”

“We heard your call on 40th.”

“Were you tracking me?”

“No,” he scoffs, “just making sure you didn’t get hurt before we got to meet you. Kinda failed at that, huh?”

You can’t help but chuckle a little, “Okay, but how the heck did I....” you trailed off, trying to think of how to word your question.

“Not die?” he looks at you, finishing your sentence.

“Uh, yeah.”

“You have Skye to thank for that. To avoid a lengthy explanation, she has the ability to ‘quake’ things apart and stopped the piece of building from falling on you and the young man helping you.”

“What happened to Derek and his brother?”

“They’re safe. And the weapon has been confiscated, now SHIELD property.”

You nodded, content with his explanations. There’s a lull in the conversation and you take the time to actually take in your surroundings. The room you’re in is glass on three sides, the fourth being a wall of shelves for medical items. You look down at yourself, not in a gown like a hospital, but someone’s tank top and shorts. You’d have to ask about that later. You focus on your shoulder, eyes going wide. It still hurts, but looks completely healed. 

“Pretty cool, huh?” you look at Agent Coulson, who is smiling like a proud dad, “you’d lost a lot of blood by the time we found you. We immediately put you in the tissue regeneration pod and got it going on your shoulder. It looks healed, but you’ll have to stay in here for a couple more days and be monitored.”

“Tissue regeneration? How long was I out?”

“From when we found you to getting you to the pod, only a few minutes, but we had to anesthetize you so you wouldn’t wake up during the regeneration, so you've been out for about 16 hours.”

“Oh.” is all you’re able to say, still taking it in. Tissue regeneration. How are you supposed to comprehend that? “Thanks, I guess.”

He nods, “So are you ready to discuss your new position with SHIELD?”

Besides the man being in front of you, you had completely forgotten about your transition from NYPD detective to possibly SHIELD agent? The two of you certainly had a lot to talk about. “Yes, sir.”

[forehead-enthusiast]

A Buncha Tag Games (and yet not all of them)

tagged by: @eggyukhei mwah

tagging: this is a LOT of games so i’ll only tag @atinyphobe @nsheetee and @veonjun for the SECOND (2nd) game. if they or anybody wants to do any of the other games, absolutely go for it and say i tagged you <3 i’d love to see what you guys say!! (also, tk if you felt like you wanted to answer my questions from the second game i’d be interested to see!)

One:

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

ok SO the song that probably got me into rv 100% (also yes ik this blog is 99% nct but rv is my forever fave no question) was probably ice cream cake!! i had been a casual listener of many groups up until that point and had never really stanned anyone, but icc was so infectious i found myself watching it over and over. i had heard happiness and be natural before but hadn’t really listened too closely, so icc was the song that captured me. after that, dumb dumb only cemented my love for them more, and the red is still one of my favorite kpop albums to date. rv attracted me primarily because of their incredible vocals and their versatility in genres and concepts. i still get so excited wondering what they’ll tackle next!! they’re just soooo unique and have one of, if not the best discographies of any group. i cannot stress enough, I. Love. RV!! also they’re funny and gay so. anyway stream monster once it drops uwu

Two:

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

1. what is your favorite song that’s been released during quarantine? ooooo honestly??? probably something off of Sawayama. literally every song bangs so hard i highly recommend that album to anyone!! i can’t pick a favorite off it but who’s gonna save you now is awesome and xs is just,,, chef’s kiss

2. what is your greatest mishap when you tried cooking? (or something you’ve witnessed) one time, while making soup at my late grandmother’s house on her like gas stove, i put a lid on a pot and somehow that led the pot to be engulfed in flames. IN MY DEFENSE i was like 7, and i’m great at cooking/baking now

3. what’s your go-to outfit or article of clothing? oh i love a nice dress. they can be casual or formal, and you look like you put effort into your outfit except i didn’t because i didn’t have to match anything yo!!!! also shorts have trouble fitting me cause i’m a weird body type so dresses tend to be very comfy for me

4. what is your comfort food? am i allowed to say like all food??? eating in itself is comforting,,, that sounds depressing but also i just like eating yummy food. i guess i’d say like my dad’s fried rice?? its my fave and no one makes it like him soooo

5. what singular moment in your life would you like to relive? i couldn’t tell if this meant like, a good moment you want to re-experience or go back in time and redo a moment and fix it. it’s kind of a hard question so i might cop out and go with a bit of a silly answer: i want to relive the hi touch with astro...... i wanna look at rocky’s beautiful eyes and touch moonbin’s hand ok,,,,

6. what is your favorite line and/or character from a movie, show, or book? i got a bunch but a few off the top of my head are genie lo (the epic crush of genie lo), ty lee, suki (atla), klaus, and ben (umbrella academy) 

7. if you could only choose one ice cream flavor and pizza topping/style for the rest of your life, what would it be? ice cream flavor: this very specific one from a local store that is banana ice cream with strawberries and oreo mixed in. it is heaaaavenly. as for pizza topping, i love a breakfast type pizza with an egg on top and like sausage and stuff!!!

8. what is the worst injury you’ve ever had or witnessed? funny enough, i’ve actually gotten badly injured quite a few times, and always on the face!! god hates me. the worst was probably when i hit a metal bench with my face and it took a chunk out of my cheek. i still have the scar! as for “witnessed” i accidentally broke a grown man’s rib once as a child, so i guess that would count.

9. would you rather explore the unknown of space or the bottom of the ocean? oceaaaan!! i answered this in some other game, but i like how mysterious and yet close the ocean is. like proximity wise it’s so near, yet there’s an insane amount we know nothing about. that’s so frightening but so intriguing

10. if you could be any cartoon character, who would you be? my first thought was literally “kirby. eat fast” GOD my followers are gonna think i’m just a glutton and they’re not even gonna be wrong im dying. but uhh idk mulan or smth?

my questions:

what is your go-to feel good movie?

are you the type of person who’s indecisive about buying, or the type to impulse buy once you see something you like?

do you prefer chocolate-y or fruity candy?

what idol do you think is most similar to you? (not your bias necessarily)

do you have any silly dealbreakers? if so, what are they?

what do you do to unwind?

what is a small thing you like to do for people you love? (be it sending memes, remembering their favorite shows, etc)

what’s/who’s your favorite myth/mythological being?

what is a non-typical pet you would want to have?

do you say pronounce data as day-ta or dah-ta?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people. 

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

the ultimate tag: answer whichever ones you want to because there are a lot and then tag a few blogs you’d like to get to know better! 

PERSONAL

name: sarah

nickname: bells

birthday: april 17th

zodiac: aries

nationality: chinese american

languages: english, some spanish, some korean

gender: female

sexuality: baby bi bi bi~

height: 5′10

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: i suppose nct since i write for them the most?? but i feel like sometimes i come up with the idea before i think of a member so sometimes the muse is just my own fantasies oops

meaning behind my url: i made it at a time where loads of idols were getting bangs and honestly i believe most of them look infinitely better without them, thus i was and still am enthusiastic about foreheads.

blog established: like winter of 2018...?? i think

followers: over 2.5k but most deactivated/left during my hiatus lol

FAVORITES

favourite animals: sharks, chickens, snakes, cats, penguins

favourite books: the epic crush of genie lo and then iron will of genie lo, PERIOD

favourite colour: pink and purple!!

favourite fictional characters: lol, again, genie lo, ty lee, suki, klaus, ben, and just a few more: richard and evelyn o’connell (the mummy), dave (dave), michael (the good place)

favourite flower: sunflower

favourite scent: baking chocolate, heating butter, blackberry, wisteria

favourite season: probably spring! i like warmth but not HEAT

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: ugh idek i sleep horribly

cats or dogs: both, but unfortunately i’ve never had either

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea but then hot chocolate

current time: 5:29pm

dream trip: go to paris and eat loads of pastries and enjoy the fashions and beauty of the city, and also learn to bake better maybe?

dream job: actress

hobbies: making jewelry, drawing, singing, reading comics

hogwarts house: according to the quizzes, all of them. people who have just met me think slytherin or gryffindor, people who i’m friends with think ravenclaw or hufflepuff, people who know me really well know you can’t box a person into oversimplified archetypes :’) in my assessment of myself, it varies by the day, but i think perhaps gryffindor today?

last movie watched: hot fuzz (a classic)

last song listened to: summer breeze by sf9

no. of blankets you sleep with: like 2

random fact(s): i won lego building competitions as a child, one of my dream roles is anastasia from the musical named after her, i played violin for a very short time, i bake the cakes for all my family and friends’ birthdays, i have strangely strong grip strength

SIX

10 songs i can’t stop listening to:

love me 4 me- rina sawayama

cherry- rina sawayama

in & out- red velvet

crush culture- conan gray

manic- conan gray

the king- conan gray

summer- pentagon

told you now- jeremy jordan (originally sung by sam smith)

fuck this world (interlude)- rina sawayama

someone who loves me- sara bareilles

[blznbaby]

Meet the Walkers

Book: TRR

Pairing: Drake, Olivia and their daughter, Zenobia

Audience: PG

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixleberry Studios. I'm just borrowing :)

The Walkers' baby girl goes on her first date. How will everyone deal?

Tags: @museofbooks @callmetippytumbles @cocomaxley @hopefulmoonobject @pixieferry @i-choose-liam @zaffrenotes @brightpinkpeppercorn @blackcoffee85 @dcbbw

I don’t like him,” Drake frowned as he clutched his glass of whiskey, watching the strange boy that had just entered their home from the second story railing. Olivia smirked. “What’s there to like? He's taking out your baby girl. Although, I hear he’s very sweet.” Drake looked at his wife, stunned. “Sweet? Since when is ‘sweet’ part of your vocabulary? Geez, Liv, when did you start going soft?” he scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Olivia rolled her eyes, “Our daughter likes him. So, let’s try to be nice.”

Be nice. Yeah, like that was going to happen. To Drake, Zenobia was still the little girl that liked to dress up in pink dresses and pigtails. She was not hitting puberty. And she was definitely not allowed to like boys yet. Especially boys, Drake hadn’t met. The boy (Alexander, Olivia would remind him) had been Zenobia’s partner in chemistry class. Here he was, not as her chemistry partner, but as her date.

Drake didn’t say anything as he and Olivia entered the sitting room, merely glaring at the boy in question. Olivia did the same, eyeing the creature standing before her, looking him up and down like a bug that needed to be squashed. She smirked to herself. “Hello, you must be Alex.” 

“Good evening, Your Grace,” he replied nervously. To his horror, Olivia’s face went from smug to sour, sending shivers down his spine. “She’ll be right down,” she continued.

“And Mr., err, I mean Lord Walker,” the boy nervously spoke, extending his hand. Olivia elbowed Drake in the ribs. Right, he was also expected to greet the boy and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you…Alexander.” He noticed the boy swallow nervously. “Wonderful to meet you, Your Grace.” Drake didn’t bother to tell him to call him Drake. Tonight, Lord Walker and Your Grace would do just fine, no matter how much he hated his title. He didn’t intend on getting that familiar with the boy.

Olivia gestured for Alex to have a seat as she and Drake did the same. Drake, Olivia, and Alex stared at each other for a long moment, the boy fidgeting under their intense gazes. It had been a while since Olivia had made someone squirm. She truly missed the feeling.

“So…,” the boy finally spoke, clearing his throat. Olivia held her hand up to silence him. It was time to get down to business.

“Zenobia’s father and I have one rule for dating our daughter. If you hurt her, we will hurt you. We have an armory of weapons that would make your head spin, as well as connections with the Royal Guard and the Black Asps. So, if I were you, I'd be mindful of who you’re dealing with here. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Drake smiled to himself. Finally his wife was speaking like she had some sense. The fiery duchess had emerged. Alex felt his throat constrict. “We’re not worried about you taking care of our daughter. She can take care of herself. She is trained in three types of martial arts, the use of firearms, and knife throwing. And if we so much as hear a peep about any advances, my husband and I will be sure to erase you from existence. Have I made myself clear?”

Crystal. He wanted to say yes, but his voice escaped him. All he could do was nod. Olivia smiled back at him. Was this woman bipolar?  Luckily, Zenobia appeared in the room, saving his skin. “Are you two done terrorizing my date?”

"Of course we are," Olivia smiled. Zenobia turned her attention to Alex. “Hey, are you ready?”

Olivia and Drake raised their brows at the boy. “Uh, yeah. Let’s go,” he answered, “Lovely to have met you both,” he bowed before hurriedly leading Zenobia out the door.

Drake stared at the spot his daughter and her date had just stood. "Yup, still don't like him." He looked over at Olivia who let out a sigh. "And what happened to your whole 'be nice' bit? You almost made the poor kid piss his pants" he chuckled.

"Did you see how skinny he was, Drake?! I bet he wouldn’t last a single round of combat with Zenobia, or any of our children. The boy looked weak,” her words dripping with disgust.

"Yeah, but on the bright side, we have the house to ourselves. So, what do you say we get into a little one on one combat?” Drake smiled, mischief in his eyes. Olivia's gaze matched his.

“You’re on, Walker.”

ooOoo

The teenagers walked up to the movie theater, arm in arm. Once Zenobia leaned her head on Alex’s shoulder, he seized the opportunity, placing his arm around her and accidentally nudging one of the knives she had hidden on her person. Before he could even smile, Zenobia had grabbed him by the wrist and flipped him over, landing on the ground with a loud thud. A groan escaped him.

“Ohmigod, I’m so sorry,” Zenobia cried, realizing what she had done.

“Man, your mom wasn’t kidding,” he grumbled as Zenobia helped him up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he managed.

“Good. Now hurry up, or we’ll miss the previews,” she cried, yanking Alex forward by his other wrist.

“Ouch, could you loosen your grip a bit?” He was beginning to worry about the pain in his other wrist.

Zenobia sighed in frustration. “Oh, suck it up. Be a man!”

Of all the girls—and boys—Alex had ever met, Zenobia was the most obsessed with war and action flicks. She managed to point out all the flaws with the weapons and fighting tactics. Who would have thought there was more than just loading a gun to show you meant business? He was amazed by her strange brand of intelligence and wondered how she was so knowledgeable. “So, you’re a fighter..?,” he asked. The thought of Zenobia possibly kicking his ass again both amused and frightened him.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. My parents put me in lessons as soon as I could walk,” she replied. “I know it might be kind of weird, but I seriously love them for that. It’s taught me independence. And I don’t ever have to worry about anyone messing with me.”

“And the weapons?” he asked, slightly unnerved.

“Same thing. At first, I thought my parents were just paranoid, but my mom encouraged me. She said a Nevrakis is always prepared for battle and that every daughter of a Nevrakis must know how to handle a blade. So yeah, I learned all that stuff when I was nine,” she said, smiling like it was the most casual thing in the world.

ooOoo

After the movie, Alex walked Zenobia to the door. “So, I guess this is goodnight. I had a great time.” Alex said nervously, weighing the risks of asking for a kiss.

“I had a good time, too. We should do it again soon.” An awkward silence stood between them before Zenobia finally spoke. “Well, okay then…Goodnight,” she said nervously, before turning to open the door. Alex drew a deep breath. Just go for it, man, he told himself. And he did. Alex grabbed Zenobia’s arm, thinking he could recreate one of those great first date movie kisses. Wrong. On reflex Zenobia spun around, her kick landing in Alex’s stomach, followed by a right hook to the face. Once again, she’d left the guy lying on the ground, but this time with a step to his groin before placing her knife at his throat.

The scream was loud enough to be heard across the grounds, including her parent’s bedroom. Olivia un-cuffed Drake and snatched her robe off the floor covering herself before grabbing her emergency dagger from the bedside table. Drake followed suit and grabbed his gun, both of them running out their bedroom and to the front door, flinging it open. “Honey, everything okay?” Olivia asked, concerned at the sight.

“And why the hell is Alex on the ground, Zenobia?” Drake added, slightly confused.

“He grabbed me! It’s not my fault!” she explained, dropping her knife and apologizing profusely.

“That’s my girl,” Drake smiled, ushering his daughter inside. Olivia looked down at the hurting boy and smiled in satisfaction. “Good night, Alex. Get home safe,” she grinned, shutting the door in his face before Zenobia had a chance to bid the boy a proper goodnight.

[offbrandqueer]

A/n: Here’s another request from Tumblr. Not sure if this is what they wanted, but here ya go! Hope you like it. Sorry it took so long!

“Hi everybody! And welcome to another fun-tastic livestream. Today we’re gonna be raising money for an awesome charity called Save The Children. They aim to help as many kids all over the world get access to food, water, shelter, live saving medication, and education. Our goal for this stream is to raise 150,000 dollars and Save The Children helped us find a matching donor.” Mark says as soon as we know the stream is going.

“That means once we hit our goal of 150,000 it will double into 300,000 dollars!” Tyler chimes in with a smile.

“So today we’re gonna be doing some cool challenges and look at some of the cool stuff you guys make for us.” Ethan says.

The three men look at each other and smile. “I just want to thank everyone who is working ridiculously hard to make this stream happen,” Mark starts. “Of course I want to thank these bafoons, but I also want to thank the awesome people behind the scenes. Kathryn, Amy, and Y/n, thanks for not only helping with the stream, but also for putting up with us.” I look to the other girls standing beside me. All of us as a dark shade of blush on our faces.

“Okay! Let’s get on with the rules!” Mark cheers. “Rule number 1: I’m always right! 2: Every $1,000 donation we will write the donors name on our body. 3: every $700’s we’re gonna look at some of your guys fan art in our Tumblr tags and pictures with the hashtag—,” he pauses, trying to think of a tag.

“#Fanartforcharity?” Ethan suggests. Mark nods in approval.

“And the final rule: raise some money for a good cause.” Mark finishes his speech.

“So Mark, what’s up first?” Ethan says is high pitched nasal-y voice. “Yes Master Mark, what first?” Tyler repeats, raising an eyebrow. I chuckle quietly. He’s so damn cute.

“We’re gonna play to don’t laugh challenge” Mark yells. “And Ethan, you’re going first. For those of you who don’t know—,”

I cut him off, “Mark, we just got our first $1000 donation.”

“Get the markers!” Ethan yells, running to the counter to grab a sharpie. Mark stretches his arm out.

“It was from ‘Ty(Y/n)’…” I tell them, blush rising to my cheeks. Tyler looks at me, with a shocked expression.

“The ship is real!” Ethan laughs, scribing the name onto Mark’s arm. Tyler blushes and looks away from me.

“Awwwww, he’s blushing!” Mark cackles.

“Seriously, shut up.” Tyler grumbles. “Ethan, your going first right?”

“You bet.” He replies. Amy hands Ethan a bottle of water to fill his mouth. He takes a large amount of water and holds it in his mouth.

Tyler and Mark make joke after joke and many sexual innuendos, but Ethan doesn’t crack. “What do we do?!” Mark groans.

“What’s the chat saying?” Tyler asks.

“His intro. Everyone is saying to butcher his intro.” Amy answers. You can see the horror flood Ethan’s eyes.

“WhAt IS Up My CRAAAANKY CROUTONS!” Mark yells, flailing his arms. Everyone in the room bursts into laughter.

Ethan spits the water out, “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” He begins laughing. “Since Mark made me laugh, it’s his turn.” Mark shrugs and catches the water bottle Amy tosses him.

He fills his mouth and stands in the designated spot. Ethan jumps around and makes a fool of himself, while Tyler tries trying cheesy jokes.

Ethan finally cracks him by doing an impression of Donald Trump. “Ew!” Ethan yells, as part of Mark’s mouthful of water sprays on him.

“Tyyyyler!” Mark sing songs. “Your turn buddy.” Tyler grabs his water bottle from on of the stands in the room and fills his mouth. Mark looks at Ethan and smirks, “ this is gonna be easy, watch this.” He walks up to me, “Y/n, I’ve got to tell you something.”

“What?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. I remain in my spot, off screen.

“Tyler thinks you're–,” he is immediately cut off by Tyler spitting out his water.

“Don’t you dare!” Tyler says, pointing at Mark. Ethan and Mark burst into laughter.

“700!” Amy yells. We all walk over to the Mac book on the counter and open it, going to hashtag on Twitter. The first one that pops up is a digital art picture with everyone on the team group hugging.

“Awwwww this is cute!” Amy says. Mark carries the laptop closer to the camera for everyone to see.

“Thanks @killipler for this cool picture!” He says. He sets it back on the counter scrolling some more. He stops on one that is a sketch of, what is obviously, Tyler and I kissing. “Ooooo, @Ty(Y/n)isMyOTP. This is good.” Mark says. I smack the laptop shut and blush crawls to my cheeks.

“Yeah, it’s w-well drawn,” Tyler stutters, after Ethan reopens the Mac book so the audience gets a chance to see it.

*****Time Skip*****

“Thank you everybody who watched, shared, and donated! We reached our goal! $300,000 is a huge amount and it will help so many people.” Mark says.

“Even the smallest donations made a big difference in us reaching our goal. Without all of you, we couldn’t do cool things like this.” Ethan adds.

“Girls, come out here and say goodbye.” Kathryn, Amy, and I step out onto camera. We all wave and then I run behind camera to switch off the stream.

“Let’s clean this up later! I want food.” Mark declares. Everyone agrees.

“I ordered pizza about 20 minutes ago, it just needs picked up.” Kathryn informs us.

“Not it!” Everyone yells. Tyler is last.

“Hey, Y/n? Why don’t you go help?” Ethan suggests with a wink.

“Oh no, I think I got it.” Tyler mumbles.

“No, I think you’ll need some help.” Mark adds. I shrug.

“I’m driving.” I state, grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter. Tyler follows me.

We head for the pizza place, the car ride is awkwardly silent. “Um… Y/n?” Tyler asks.

“Mhm?” I hum, eyes glued on the road.

“I’m sorry Mark and Ethan were teasing you.” He says.

“Us.” I reply.

“What?” He asks, puzzled.

“They were teasing us. I don’t know what you said to them, but it actually made me super uncomfortable.” I tell him.

“Sorry. I just really like you and I needed to talk to someone so I talked to them, since they are my best friends and—” I cut him off.

“Wait what?” I pull into the pizza place and park, looking directly at him. Blush rises to his cheeks and he looks at his lap.

“I said I really like you.” He repeats. I feel my face get hot.

“Y-you do?”

“Yeah.” He confirms, he leans over and cups my cheek and places a light kiss on my lips.

I sit in shock for a minute before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. I pull away this time, “I like you too, you giant.” I climb out of the car and head for the building. He sits in the car for a second, processing before getting out and catching up to me.

[tenroseforeverandever]

Dear Father Christmas... Chapter 10: December 24, 2025

MASTERPOST

Characters:  Tentoo; Rose Tyler; Jackie Tyler; Pete Tyler; Tony Tyler; OC Hope Tyler-Noble; OC Charlotte Tyler-Noble; OC Wilfred Tyler-Noble

Rated: Teen

Tags: Family!Fic; Kid!Fic; Pete’s World; Letters to Santa; Christmas Fic; Family; Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; Romance; Love; gun violence; violence resulting in death; life-threatening injury; life threatening situations

Summary: When Rose Tyler was little, she always wrote a Christmas wish list to Father Christmas. As she grew older, the wish list became more of a letter to someone she could confide in once a year, but she fell out of the habit somewhere along the way. Now, as a new mum, celebrating her daughter’s first Christmas, Rose takes up writing her Christmas letter to Father Christmas once again.

Rose’s Christmas letters are excerpts from her life with her beloved Tentoo and their children in Pete’s World, written once a year, for each of 31 years.

Chapter Summary: For Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth, there’s nothing quite like the adventure of saving the world, until one Christmas, the adventure becomes far too dangerous and puts Rose’s life in jeopardy. 

Notes: Trigger warning for serious, life-threatening situations, violence, life-threatening injury, and violence resulting in death.

My darling betas, @rose–nebula and mrsbertucci. How can I possibly thank you enough? I appreciate all that you do. You are wonderful!

Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for their 31 Days of Ficmas prompts. A reminder that I am using the prompts very much out of order, but I intend to use them all. The prompt I used today was Family.

Also read at: AO3; FF.net; Teaspoon

December 24th, 2025

Dear Father Christmas,

Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth. That’s me! (Somehow it always sounds grander when the Doctor says it, though.)

It’s been so brilliant this past year to get back out in the field and feel like I’m making a difference. There’s nothing quite like that feeling of saving the world. Yeah, the Doctor and I have our TARDIS, and we go travelling all around the universe on the weekends, visiting all sorts of places and times with Hope, Charlie, and Wilfred. But it isn’t quite like it used to be when it was just the Doctor and me, yeah, living by the seats of our pants, leaping from one adventure to the next.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s still an adventure! Especially getting to watch the brood learn about all of space and time. When the time comes, the TARDIS will be theirs to inherit, and they need to be armed with all the knowledge they can possibly cram into those bigger-on-the-inside brains of theirs. It’s just… I know it sounds mental, but I miss the danger; the adrenaline rush; that thrill that comes of well… saving the Universe and barely escaping with your own life.

It’s strange really, because, of the two of us, you’d think it would be the Doctor who was missing experiencing that high. But it turns out he’s really enjoying tinkering and experimenting at Torchwood for the time being, and he’s so involved with the kids’ educations. Sometimes he comes on missions with me (those are the best missions, running with his hand in mine!) and the kids stay with their Gran and Grandad, but he’s mostly content to do the school run and go to work at Torchwood, these days.

I think a big part of it is him wanting to make sure that at least one of us is safe at all times. I get that. This spring, a laser from a skittish, crash-landed Jumjumut grazed my left shoulder as I was diving for cover. It hit very close to my heart. We actually lost one of our operatives on that mission, before we had a chance to subdue the alien. Isabel Stokes was a good woman, single mum of two. Fortunately, her parents were able to step in and look after her babies, but it really struck home: my job can sometimes be very dangerous.

The Doctor held onto me really tight when I got home the next night. He made love to me like he was etching the memories in his mind. Maybe he was. He never asked me not to return to work though, but in the morning, he passed me my travel mug of coffee and told me he loved me. Then he told me to come home safe. What could I say to that? I just kissed him and whispered in his ear, “I’m never going to leave you.”

That’s become our morning ritual since that day.

On my birthday, this year, he gifted me with my very own sonic. A gorgeous sonic wristwatch, programmed with all the settings of his screwdriver. He said it would make him feel better knowing I had it at my disposal, because you never know… I guess if he couldn’t be there himself, a sonic he had crafted was the next best thing.

Life’s been busy. Most of the missions weren’t dangerous at all. They weren’t even proper missions at all. A lot of the time, I was just checking in with pensioners who thought they’d seen a UFO. We had to follow up, of course, because you never know. Usually, though, it was the things hidden in plain view we had to watch out for. Tracking those babies down sometime took days. There were times when I had to miss some of our excursions on the TARDIS, which broke my heart, but the Doctor managed on his own with the brood.

But I had never yet missed an important occasion: I had made it home for birthdays anniversaries, concerts, recitals, holidays, the whole bit. I even booked a month off to spend summer hols winging through space and time with the loves of my life.

But here I am, Christmas Eve, stuck on a stakeout in Cape Town waiting for some well-known alien arms smugglers, the Dintashi, to try to make a deal with a rebel group of Sontarans who have been hiding out on Earth for the last month. They’d thought Earth was a dead-end planet with limited knowledge of extraterrestrial life, and for the most part, they were right. They liked it for its extensive communications networks, though: easy to tap into. Also, easy for us to trace once we figured out what we were looking for. They’d underestimated Torchwood and we’ve been watching, waiting for this deal to go down.

Unfortunately, I drew the short straw for the week over the Christmas period. I’m scheduled to be here five more days, which means, if I’m very lucky, I’ll be home in time to ring in the New Year at the Annual Vitex New Year’s Gala.

I have to tell you Santa, stakeouts are mind-numbingly dull. We know something is going to happen soon. It’s just coordinating terrestrial and extraterrestrial calendars can be a bit dodgy sometimes so, a lot of the time we have to wait, and play it by ear.

Me and my partner, Arjun Sreeram have worked together on loads of cases. We train together, so we know each other pretty well. We’re camped out in a vacant flat across the street from the Sontarans’ building. He’s just gone out for a coffee run, and I’m sitting here by the window dictating this diary. I have to keep this thing private, though. I’d never hear the end of it if Arjun ever found out I still write to Santa every year. Oh, I see him. He’s coming back. I gotta go!

--ooOoo--

December 30, 2021

Hi Santa, I’m back. I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten or something. I just didn’t get a chance to finish my story until now. Hope you had a happy Christmas!

Where did I leave off? Right, I was waiting for Arjun to come back to our flat. It took him a bloody long time to come up the stairs, and by the time he got there, I was famished, hungry enough to down the lukewarm coffee and rather disgusting egg salad sandwich he brought me in a few gulps (better that way, anyway, so I could barely taste it.)

Right then, I got a ping on my mobile. It was the Doctor. Arjun said he’d be fine doing surveillance if I wanted to take the call. The best part was it wasn’t just a call! It was a videochat! From Yultidia, nonetheless! The kids and the Doctor were at the top of the snowtubing hill. They were just about to go down and had wanted me to join them very badly. They decided if I couldn’t be there in person, I could at least be there virtually. The Doctor shouted “Allons-y, Rose Tyler,” and we were off down the hill. It was wonderful to hear their shrill, little voices, screeching in delight, and see the big grins on all their faces as they went careening down the hill, but it was all I could do to hold back my tears. I wanted to be there with them more than anything!

“We’ll call back later,” the Doctor told me, “to say goodnight.” And then he said, “Rose Tyler−” And the line went dead.

I tried really hard not to dwell on the memories that that unfinished sentence dredged up, because I knew exactly what the call cutting out meant: something was about to go down.

Arjun argued with me. I told him to shut it and just keep an eye on things. Any people walking by, cars moving. Anything. Even a stray animal. He kept insisting he saw nothing amiss, no sign of a transmat anywhere in the vicinity. But I knew. I’d sonicked my mobile so it would drop everything at any sign of a transmat within a 50 kilometre radius. And that’s just what happened.

I don’t know why I did it (some instinct niggling in the back of my mind, I guess, that prickle of suspicion you just can’t ignore) but I surreptitiously peered out over Arjun’s shoulder just as two lean bodies slipped into the shadows around the side of the Sontarans’ building. It was the Dintashi, I was sure of it, even though they looked perfectly human. The Dintashi were well known for using Shimmers. Arjun had to have noticed, and he hadn’t bothered to tell me. Something was very, very wrong.

I confronted him, and he got this really scary look on his face. Accused me of messing things up for him, saying that I should have just kept my nose out of it. He even pointed his gun at me. I didn’t really have time for his crap, to be honest. I needed to catch the two the Dintashi and the Sontarans across the street. But now, I realized, I had absolutely no back up.

We had two other operatives in the flat below, but there’d been no communication from them since Arjun had come back from the coffee run… And then it clicked. It had taken him an awful long time to come up the stairs... I had to assume he had subdued them, and now I didn’t know if they were alive, dead, or incapacitated, or maybe even  involved in this scam somehow. Whatever the case, they certainly weren’t going to be around to help me.

Arjun aimed the gun at my head. I was so frightened, Santa! I just kept the images of my laughing children and husband replaying in my mind as I moved toward him. If this turned out to be the last thing I would ever do, I wanted that to be my final thought. Them. Always them. Only them. Forever.

Sorry, Santa. Give me a mo’. I’m crying again. I promised I wouldn’t do that…

Anyway, so he’s pointing the gun at my head, and I knew I had to do something unexpected. Arjun knows the way I fight. But there was one thing he wouldn’t be expecting. I activated my sonic, and pointed it at him. It shone an incredibly strong light in his eyes, temporarily blinding him. While he was reeling from that, I knocked him out cold with a solid lead punch right to the side of his neck, just behind his ear, and once he was down, I kicked the gun from his hand.

Of course, I confiscated all his weapons, but I just left him there, unconscious, ‘cause frankly, I needed to focus on apprehending the Dintashi and Sontarans. I called Dad as I ran down the stairs. Told him to mobilize anything in the area. But he said it would be a while before anyone could get to me. They were all a few kilometres out. He also ordered me to wait before engaging. Well, I’ve never been one to follow orders and if I didn’t act, the weapons exchange would go down, unhindered, and then where would we be? Earth would be getting a reputation for being a place for holding these sorts of transactions. It was dangerous and needed to be nipped in the bud.

Still, as much as I wanted to go in there and take them all down, myself, I do have a bit of common sense. I’m pretty good at my job. I can be tough and have good combat skills. Dad wouldn’t have given me the position of Field Commander if I hadn’t been good. But that also means I know when I’m in over my head. This was one of those times. I might have been able to handle just the Dintashi, but the Sontarans were another matter.

But I wasn’t just going to let this go. And there was only one person I could call on who I knew could help me, and be here right away. My Doctor.

I quietly snuck into the room where the aliens were negotiating the details of their transaction (they weren’t that hard to find with my sonic), and sent the Doctor a signal from there so he could easily lock onto it. They heard it, of course, and turned to face me. One of the Sontarans shouted at the Dintashi something along the lines of “…you assured us we wouldn’t be interrupted…” He had his rifle pointed at the arms dealers who looked like they were making to transmat out of there. I shouted for them to stop. They couldn’t escape now! Then, before I could react, another of the Sontarans fired at me with his disruptor rifle.

Unprepared, I went down. All I remember is the disruptor blast cutting across my torso, dropping me, and everything started to go black. I could just make out the sound of the TARDIS, and in my mind, I clung to my vision of the laughing faces of my family, smiling at me.

The next couple of days were hazy. I kept trying to fight out of the darkness but it kept sucking me back under, and always before it did, I would see my  family grinning at me as they snowtubed in Yultidia. I didn’t know why, but I just knew I had to hold on to that image.

Then I remember seeing the Doctor. It was only for a second. The lights were so bright and he was all back lit with spiky hair and his face in dark shadow, but I could see his eyes. They were full of the aftermath of the Oncoming Storm: so unsettled and sad. I was falling under again, the darkness claiming me, and suddenly his hand grabbed mine and his thoughts washed through me. I love you. Come home safe.

And I told him I’d never leave him.

I finally woke up properly yesterday in the medical facilities at Torchwood. I’d missed Christmas entirely, and ruined it for my family. They were all staying on cots in empty rooms nearby. They’d decorated my room with a tree and garland (even some of that garish stuff from Yultidia!) All the presents were tucked under the tree. No one had opened even one. I feel so guilty about that.

We’re going to open them tonight, though. I wasn’t up to it yesterday, but I’m feeling a bit better today. Turns out the disruptor broke several of my ribs and sliced open my abdomen. My intestines had to be stitched back together, but the doctors couldn’t do much for my uterus. They did a hysterectomy, saving as much as they could. We hadn’t been planning on having more babies, but now that the choice has been taken away from me, I feel a bit empty. I was told I had been very lucky that no other major organs were involved, though. So I’ll just have to keep focussing on that.

The Doctor had taken the Sontarans and the Dintashi to Torchwood for questioning and to be kept in detention there. The Dintashi, not unexpectedly, have a ship close by and a contingent is expected to arrive to negotiate for the release of the prisoners. Being a rogue faction, the Sontarans are on their own. Back in the Prime Universe, the Doctor would have handed them directly to the Shadow Proclamation, but he hasn’t done much research into that organization’s presence in this universe, yet. Until he does, the Sontarans will remain prisoners of Torchwood. Arjun is in lock up. He’ll probably be retconned after a thorough interrogation.  The other operatives he (thankfully) only incapacitated are back home, recovering with their families.

As for being Defender of the Earth… I think I’ll be quite happy to lead a quieter life for a while, not that I’ll have much of a choice until I’m properly healed up, which could take some time. Anyway, the title doesn’t seem so grand anymore, even from the Doctor’s lips. For now, the greatest adventure I want to have is spending time with my family, and always holding onto each memory as though it’s going to be my last.

Until next year, Santa. I hope Mrs. Claus and your family of elves and reindeer have a safe, happy, and healthy year.

love, Rose

[slbp-owns-ayame]

Missteps Volume III Part 1

“Toshiie! Ready for lunch?”

Inuchiyo looked up from his computer with hazy eyes and shot his coworker a grin.

“Is it already that time?” He was so focused working on this account, he didn’t even realize just how much time had passed. He’d been making phone calls for the better part of the morning to meet this clients needs and reworking their budget to one they could both agree on.

Reaching behind him to grab his jacket, Inuchiyo stood up from his desk and straightened out his suit.

“Shigezane, where should we go?” Inuchiyo said as he rounded towards his colleague’s desk. Shigezane logged off his computer and quickly stretched in his seat before getting up.

“Umeko has been raving to her coworkers about this new café that’s just 10 minutes from here. Wanna give it a shot?” Shigezane said while waggling his eyebrows.

“You creep. You mean you want to go stalk your office crush?” Inuchiyo said point blank. This guy was insatiable.

Shigezane quickly jumped on his friend before he could say anything else. “Jesus man, can you keep it down?! We don’t need the entire office finding out!”

Inuchiyo rolled his eyes, “Are you kidding me? You’re 10 times louder than me. And the entire office already knows. You literally have no filter.” That wasn’t exactly true. But he had a hunch that it was.

Shigezane blushed before releasing his friend, “Well anyway, what do you say about trying it out?”

Inuchiyo shrugged. “Sure.”

The boys made their way towards the elevators, getting caught in the large lunch hour rush. Hitting the main floor, the pair walked out of their building greeting the crisp autumn breeze of Tokyo.

“Toshiie, some of the girls and I are going out to karaoke after work tomorrow night! There’ll be some real cuties there, wanna join?”

“No thanks, I’ve got plans.”

Shigezane questioned his friend, “Ooooo could it be that Toshiie has finally gotten himself a date?!”

“Hell no! It’s nothing like that.”

Shigezane frowned. Prying further, he continued, “Then what are you doing tomorrow night?”

Inuchiyo looked ahead of him as he soaked in his colleague’s question. Here they were, in the heart of Tokyo. It was a breezy autumn day, the streets packed with businessmen and tourists. He has lived here for several years now, and he still felt unsettled in this new place. Tokyo was nothing like Kyoto. For so long, he had wanted to escape his hometown. When he was finally able to, he still couldn’t help but feel he had left a part of him behind in Kyoto.

Letting out a huff, he answered his friend’s question, “It’s the old man’s anniversary.”

“Shit man, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was that time of year again.” Shigezane smacked himself realizing the grave mistake he made.

Inuchiyo sighed, “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to remember that kind of thing.”

The pair continued walking in an uncomfortable silence, until Shigezane inquired his friend once more.

“How long has it been?”

“It’ll be ten years tomorrow.” Inuchiyo lamented.

There was that silence again. Inuchiyo hated telling Shigezane about these troublesome things, but he knew his friend meant well.

“Toshiie, I understand that everyone mourns differently, but don’t you think you should do something better than getting hammered drunk by yourself every year on the old man’s anniversary? Maybe you should do something fun. I’m sure the old man is happy that you’re thinking of him, but he’d probably want you to do something better than what you’ve been doing.”

Inuchiyo was sure that Shigezane was concerned, but he also knew that he just wanted him to agree to come out to karaoke.

Turning towards his friend, Inuchiyo gave him a smile, “Have fun at karaoke with the girls tomorrow.”

“Don’t get so plastered that you fall asleep in the park again, pervert.” Shigezane sputtered.

Rounding the street corner, one shop sign caught Inuchiyo’s eye.

La Confisserie

They stopped in front of the shop before entering. Something about the name of this shop was all too familiar. Or maybe he was just imagining it.

“Shigezane, how’d you find out about this place?”

His friend looked at him confused, “I told you, Umeko goes here. That’s why we came here in the first place, remember?”

Maybe he was innocent, but Inuchiyo was still suspicious. It felt like déjà vu, coming to this café.

They entered the quaint little bakery, which was already packed with people for lunch. Taking in his surroundings, the feeling of familiarity was creeping further to the forefront of his mind. Every minute detail was something he swore he could have seen before; the décor, the wall paper, the designs of the chairs and tables, even the display case looked all too familiar.

“Shigezane, are you trying to mess with me?” Inuchiyo questioned him. His friend’s face contorted in anger in response.

“The hell are you talking about Toshiie?” He seemed innocent enough.

Taking their place in line, the quickly moved their way to the front. They looked at their options in the display case just before they were about to order. Inuchiyo perused the menu, scanned every item in the display case, until something in the far back corner of the case caught his attention.

Ohagi.

“Welcome! May I please take your order?” the cashier smiled brightly.

“I’ll take all the ohagi you have on hand please.”

Gasps came from both his friend and the cashier, but he was dead serious.

“S-sure, coming right up!” the cashier stammered nervously.

“I would’ve never pegged you for a guy that loves ohagi…” Shigezane grumbled.

Paying for their food and taking a seat in the crowded café, Inuchiyo quickly dived in to his food. He needed to know why this place seemed all too familiar, and the only way to know for sure was with this ohagi.

Taking a bite, he knew his answer.

***

A/N: For some reason I’m convinced that Inuchiyo and Shigezane can be friends. I just feel like they’d hype each other up 24/7.

|Volume II Part 18| |Volume III Part 2|

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I was tagged by @jeon-coconut

Rules: Go to https://www.random.org/lists/ and enter in your top ten biases from any groups and randomize them. The order they are displayed to you becomes their number (this just ensures that the process is random) and you just have to choose between the biases for each scenario!

Lee JooHeon Kim TaeHyung Seo YoungHo Park ChaeYoung Wang KaYee Lalisa Manoban Min YoonGi Chae HyungWon Dong SiCheng Kim KiBum

Scenarios: (don’t worry, there is a question for every combination of biases also, I randomized the pairs)

Go to a baseball game with 4 or 10. Chaeyoung or Kibum: Shit Idk, but ig with Chaeie cause she’s so silly so if the games boring she can entertain me lol

Play a game of twister with 1 or 7. Jooheon or Yoongi: Sorry Noogi Bear but I gotta go with Joojoo cause it’ll be more fun and there’s no way Yoong is gonna play cause he can barely stretch without saying how inflexible he is lol

Eat ramen at 2am with 2 or 8. Taehyung or Hyungwon: Uhhh no shit my precious babycake Tae all day XDDD

Watch a Disney movie in theaters with 5 or 10. Kayee or Kibum: UH no brainer I’m going with the most extra boy ever Jackass

Go hiking with 5 or 9. Kayee or Sicheng: Lol the two Chinese dudes against each other. But I gotta go with my china doll Jackson, sorry my little baby.

Swim with the sharks with 4 or 5. Chaeyoung or Jackson : I’m with the Jackster again cause he’s more likely to be into that, but honestly they would both be scared probably just like me but I’d rather cling onto Jackson then Rose ;)

Swim with the dolphins with 7 or 10. Yoongi or Kibum: Ugh I have no clue. Ig I gotta go with my pumpkin Kibum

Fall asleep talking a 4am with 3 or 9. Youngho or Sicheng: Oh lord I have no clue how either of them would be on the phone but since for some reason Sicheng kinda reminds me of Tae, I’m gonna with him, sorry JohnnyBoi

Wake up next to 2 or 7. Taehyung or Yoongi: ASFGHBJ KIM MF TAEHYUNG TF, THAT IS MY LIFE MISSON TO WAKE UP BESIDES THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ;A;, AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS MORNING VOICE and then see that cute adorable squish puffy morning face 😖😖😩😩 *ugly crying*, disrespectful ass question

Be stuck in rush hour traffic with 4 or 9. Chaeyoung or WinWin: I’m sorry Ravioli but I’m gonna go with my boy

Build a snowman with 7 or 8. Yoongi or Hyungwon: UGHHH, if I could get either one of their asses to wake tf up in the first place geez but omg IDK AND I KEEP PASSING ON THEM BOTH AAAHHH, but I gotta go with my honeybun b/c if Yoongi doesn’t want to do something he ain’t gonna do it so I have a better chance with my babyboy Hyungwon and it’d be more fun no offense Gummy Bear

Spend a day baking with 5 or 7. Jackson or Yoongi: I gotta go with lumberjack, YOONGI IM SORRY ;-;, but you’d would just roast me all day cause I don’t know how to cook. Moreover does Jackson even know how cause I have no clue tbh but I don’t think so we’d struggle together

Be stranded on a desert island with 2 or 9. Taehyung or WinWin: OMFGGG WHYYY ;A;. Look if this was any other question I’d automatically pick Tae and I’m still tempted to pick him cause even though Ik he doesn’t have surviving skills , I’d love live my last days and die looking & being with him (cause ik a little surviving skills but idk how long we’ll be stranded or what’s on the island so), I just can’t bring him down with me so no I don’t want to stranded with him cause he’ll die too so I gotta let you go on this one Tae. I still don’t want my Sicheng to die either BUT see the thing is WinWin we haven’t know each other as long and..our connection isn’t as strong as Tae and it kills me also to have to choose you but it’s you or Tae, and I will try so hard for you to make it out alive though Sicheng, I’ll gladly let you survive by letting you eat my corpse cause I’ll make sure you out live me and I’ll protect you the best that I can cause you’re my baby also and I can’t let you die either, I’d rather be stranded alone instead of with either of you

Be hit by a car by 1 or 9. Jooheon or Sicheng : JOOJOO COME THRU

Hit 3 or 4 with a car. Youngho or Chaeyoung: Oooo, Idk fam, this is hard, can’t I just say Park Jimin instead, at I won’t feel bad then lolol but since it’s not guaranteed either of you will die Iggg Youngho, cause I’ve known you less fam but let it be warning if I catch you in our city and you don’t hmu,… but then that’s another reason I’d rather hit Rosé, cause we from the same place cause homies before hoes but Chaebae you know you not a hoe I loves you but yeah Johnny at least you’ll look fabulous on the way down, I mean especially the effect of the impact have on your luscious locks ooooo BOI, like that bounce though

Kiss 4 or 8 in the moonlight. Chaeyoung or Hyungwon: BOI if you don’t bring them sweet butter lips here, pucker up buttercup

Dance in the rain with 2 or 4. Taehyung or Chaeyoung: Chae if you don’t move get tf out the way (I love you still though). MY ULTIMATE LOVE OF MY LIFE KIM TAEHYUNG, BABY COME TO MAMA BEAR, even though I hate getting my head wet (I hate the feeling of rain on my head cause I’m not use to it sonit’s annoying and uncomfortable like someone keeps popping me or some shit), it’ll be worth it for you.

Be kidnapped with 1 or 5. Jooheon or Kayee: Omg I’m stuck with two big ass sniffling crying ass babies, I’m doomed either way. But I’ll go with Jackson, maybe he’ll irritate us free or weird them out with his over the top personality. I’m sorry Joojoo but you won’t deal with the situation well either, I’ll be the one saving us most likely

Arm wrestle 1 or 3. Jooheon or Youngho: Damn I’ll lose either way based on strength, but since I haven’t chosen my boy Youngho, I’ll go with him, I’ll love to look into his eyes while wrestling

Go to an art museum with 3 or 5. Youngho or Jackson: KAYEEEEEE

Have a picnic with 2 or 3. Taehyung or Youngho: FUCKING KIM TAEHYUNG TF

Buy a puppy with 1 or 10. Jooheon or Kibum: JOOJOO, he’d be adorable, sorry pumpkin

Get a forehead kiss from 7 or 9. Yoongi or Sicheng: hmmm Noogi Bear

Pick up 2 or 6 from the airport at 5am. Taehyung or Lalisa : WTF I FINALLY GET LISA AND IT HAD TO BE AGAINST TAE WTF, but of course Tae

Go on a roadtrip with 3 or 8. Hyungwon or Youngho: Damn, Hyungwon would probably sleep through most of it so gotta go with my johnnyboy

Have an all night study session with 6 or 8. Lalisa or Youngho: Shit, what’s yall last gpa, but I’m going to with Youngho. MY LOLLIPOP IM SORRY

Sing karaoke with 8 or 10. Johnny or Kibum: ok I feel bad for keep curving my Kibumkin so I gotta go with him

Climb a tree with 6 or 9. Lalisa or Sicheng: LOLLIPOP

Go to the zoo with 2 or 5. Taehyung or Jackson: TAEEEEEEE, but I just hope he doesn’t get spit on by monkeys again, my poor baby

Go bowling with 3 or 6. Hyungwon or Lalisa: Uh this is tough, they’d both most likely cream me but ig my Honeywonie

Have 1 or 8 do your make-up. Jooheon or Kibum: I think if Kibum didn’t mind doing it, he’d try hard to make me look nice but, it’d be more funny with Joojoo so sorry Kibumkin

Swim in the rain with 4 or 7. Chaeyoung or Yoongi: How tf do you swim in the rain ? lolol, ig pretending but still it’s weird but Chaebae it’ll be fun

Share your favorite food with 6 or 10. Lalisa or Kibum: Taco’s and Tequila with my lollipop (not really tequila lol)

Go ice skating with 1 or 4. Jooheon or Chaeyoung: Ugh this hard they’re both silly so it’d be fun with both of them and ik we all gonna be busting our shits but I’m go with Joo

Get lost on vacation with 2 or 10. Taehyung or kibum: Tae booboo come to me sweety

Get locked out of your car in the middle of nowhere with no cellphone signal with 4 or 6. Rosé or Lisa: My lasagna Lisa

Rob a bank with 5 or 8. Jackson or Kibum: Kibum, I’ll be screwed with Kayee

Have 8 or 9 write a song about you. Kibum or Sicheng: Kipumpkin

Be embraced by 9 or 10 after you cry. Sicheng or Kibum: Kibum, he’s so tall XD

Have 6 or 7 cook for you. Lalisa or Yoongi: Lasagna, I wanna try that Thai food gurl

Have 1 or 2 be your sidekick. Jooheon or Taehyung: I can’t believe I’m saying this but Joo come thru

Star in a K-drama with 1 or 6. Jooheon or Lalisa: JOOJOO BE MY JOONJAE

Build a dresser from Ikea with no instructions with 3 or 7. Youngho or Yoongi: uhmmm Youngho

Be in a zombie apocalypse with 5 or 6. Jackson or Lalisa: Well I’m gonna die quick anyways so I might as well die laughing with my boy Kayeezla

Run a YouTube channel with 3 or 10. Hyungwon or Kibum: Hmmmm they’re both attractive so it’ll help with views but I think the meme will help more so my Honeywonie

I tag: @bts-absolute-trash @youngprincejin @jeonnseagull @littlepunkrogue @syubisonfire @jookyunhoe @jin-oppa @jinxkook @bangthetanboys @queensalad-stormbutterfly @taetaescutiepie and anyone else that wants to do this cause I can’t think of people right now