#I’ve been quietly brainrotting over this for months

[strawberrus0da]

I think part of the idea stems from that headcanon I adopted that the Collector was trapped so long that at some point his memories of being outside the Inbetween started blurring together and fading out.

And something about that, about them slowly losing sense of what came before, losing sense of what’s outside, losing sense of what it was like to not be trapped. Just in a never ending stasis, slowly losing their grip on their memories. On reality.

It sounds terrifying.

And the idea’s been haunting me ever since I drew that comic about it.

[taegimood]

ummm woah what’s that! points in the opposite direction as i scramble behind my open for business sign as if i didn’t disappear without a trace for months and have totally been here the whole time oh guess it was nothing anyway hi guys

i wouldn’t be me without eternal soobin brainrot so naturally i’ve emerged to throw this old now-finished draft at you for my first post back 🫡

so the best friends to fwb to lovers pipeline is my mf roman empire i’m so serious. like bestfriend!soobin always sitting next to you with his hand casually resting on your leg at all times, not even in a suggestive way, he just gravitates towards touching you 🥺 his safe place !! imagining his huge self slumped practically in half to rest his head on your shoulder, or him just mindlessly playing with your little fingers in his big hands glitches as he sits observing the room w that soft pout and big boba eyes combo yeah you know the one- clutches chest

so then later turned fwb!soobin who’s so used to showering w his friends iykyk lmao that now that he’s fucking you, in his mind you’ve crossed over that threshold of friendship where he expects to be able to join you for your showers even when it’s nothing sexual.. is genuinely confused if you tell him no 😭

“soobin i just need some me-time”

“….you can’t have your me-time with me?” *displeased pout*

like a needy puppy fr

but like you guys having such an interesting dynamic cuz you’re just still straight-up best friends (who are actually in love with each other but neither of you realize that even tho everyone else does cue yeonjun rolling his eyes into the camera like the office) so even tho the boys are all waiting for you both to wake up from your one joint braincell’s loop of stupidity and realize the truth, (beomgyu’s words), no one actually suspects that you’re out here skipping steps and FUCKING each other, because you guys just act so normal and chill together otherwise — the same way you’ve always been.

until later when the feelings start coming to the surface and you suddenly don’t know how to act around each other but that’s a whole other can of worms 🫡

so, when you’ve joined them for a short weekend schedule in japan, no one questions it when soobin meanders over to your hotel room after everyone is all settled in and getting ready for bed. eh, he’s just gonna go veg out there for a bit cuz he’s bored while she rambles about random stuff. classic soobin and y/n. they are wrong

you had just settled into bed when soobin slips into your room with the spare key card you had tucked into his pocket earlier, and you’re shuffling around and getting comfy when you hear the door open and close. you two hadn’t made a plan to mess around tonight, but you aren’t surprised, as it isn’t unusual for soobin to still seek you out for cuddles while he talks about his day.

you don’t even have to say anything as he slides into bed behind you, instantly wrapping an arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck with a sigh.

“needed a break from beomgyu’s pororo impressions,” he mumbles, and you snort at the thought. “how does he still have so much energy right now…?” you murmur back, sleep lacing the edges of your voice.

“i still think i’m right about him being an animatronic bot who reaches peak terror at night.”

the two of you giggle at soobin’s joke before falling into a comfortable silence, broken intermittently by comments about your day, about their schedule tomorrow, about the anime-themed shopping center you guys plan to sneak off to with kai afterwards.

with another sigh from soobin, this one more of contentment than exhaustion, he’s soon nestling further into you, your eyes slipping shut in sleepy bliss at the warmth of his body pressed to yours.

that is, until you begin to feel small kisses being placed softly along your shoulder.

“soobin,” you warn half-heartedly.

“‘m not doing anything,” he complains back quietly in an equally half-hearted mumble, as he continues clearly doing something.

you’re so tired, but you can’t deny the tingles that run through your body whenever soobin touches you, and tonight is no exception as you wordlessly turn your head to look over your shoulder at him, his features coming into focus in the near-darkness of the room as he pauses to gaze at you in turn.

his blonde hair all tousled from the pillows, the sharp line of his jaw, his soft shining eyes — and his lips that you can never seem to resist for very long.

case in point. it’s only a few passing moments before those lips are on yours in a deep kiss, languid and slow, his hand gently holding your chin that’s still angled back towards him, your own hand reaching behind to caress the back of his neck — and then he’s shifting backwards to turn you over fully, your back now against the sheets as he positions himself half over you, his tongue moving lazily with yours, warm and wet and tasting of him as he comfortably rests his weight on you.

you make out like that for a while, his wandering right hand leisurely squeezing and kneading your tits beneath your shirt, his lips occasionally finding themselves trailing down your neck, but always coming back up to find yours.

i can picture how needy he’d start to get, subtle at first in the way he’d shift his hips, in the way his breath would quicken — and then it would be obvious from the moans that escape him as his kisses grow heavier, more insistent.

“need you..” he’d groan breathlessly through his kisses, attempting to shove his sweatpants down with his free hand as his lips stay latched onto yours, too desperate and impatient to sit up properly and use both hands.

“someone might come looking for you,” but you’re tugging his pants and boxers down his hips for him anyway and his lips are on your neck as he pushes your panties aside.

“let them look.”

soobin wasting no time rocking into you with deep, needy strokes, his face buried in your neck while your arms wrap around his shoulders, clutching onto him as his hips press you further into the mattress the more desperate he gets.

his hands are all over you, squeezing and caressing anywhere they can touch, and closer just isn’t enough as he holds you against him with breathy moans and grinding hips until you’re both cumming, his stuttered groan the giveaway before his final thrust is filling you up and your own climax washes over you like a wave. you can feel each other’s hearts beating as he stays there rested on top of your chest.

your best friend eventually lifting himself to hover over you in the dark, his warm breath fanning over your lips as you push the damp hair from his forehead, hand sliding down to caress his cheek, his jaw, thumb ghosting across his parted lips as he twitches inside of you — you bite back a smile.

this time, when he kisses you.. you don’t know it yet, but this time, it’s different.

soobin isn’t exactly sure why he can feel heat rising to his cheeks or a little somersault in his chest, but he’s glad that it’s too dark for you to notice the redness in his face when he asks,

“can i stay here tonight?”

[castiwls]

mess - a.s

Paring; anakin x reader

Synopsis; You and anakin got captured on a mission. and its all his fault

Warnings; none

Notes; I think i wrote this back when ahsoka first came out and I went into an anakin skywalker brainrot lmao. Its a quite a few months old so I apologise if this isn't the best :) (also I was thinking of cw!ani when I wrote this) requests are open!

Masterlist

A huff left your lips as you stared pointedly ahead of you. “Are you seriously gonna ignore me?” From the corner of your eye, you watched as your cellmate leaned forward. He poked you in the arm, frowning slightly when he got no reaction.

Another huff left your lips as you pulled your knees to your chest. Anakin let out a chuckle moving to stand in front of you. “You can’t ignore me forever. You’ll get bored eventually.” He teased. Your gaze slowly met his and you pursed your lips. “This is your fault. You know that right?” You tilted your head.

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze hardening slightly. “This is not my fault. It was you who made the plan! This was your idea.” You shook your head. “Yes, I made a plan. You were the one who changed the plan.” 

Everything had been going fine. You’d managed to successfully convince the governor to join the republic and you’d managed to do it with little to no fighting for once. And then Anakin had decided to get smart. Apparently, he really couldn’t help himself when it came to separatist spies and that’s how you both ended up in a cell and in doing so you were pretty sure you’d lost the deal with the governor.

“You punched a guy! With no good reason!.” You waved one of your hands out your frustration slowly building. “He was a spy.” he snapped. “They didn’t know that!.” You explained moving to stand. “Now we're stuck here while that spy is able to strike a deal with the governor.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “A deal which I had.” you pointed a finger to yourself before turning away from him. 

You could feel his gaze on you as he stood quietly. You were both quiet for a moment before a loud sigh left Anakin’s mouth. “So this is all my fault?!” He threw his arms up. “yes! That’s what I’ve been saying!” You cried turning round to face him.

Anakin stared at you for a moment before a small smirk slowly started to grow on his lips. You rolled your eyes. “You find this funny? Seriously.”

“No. No, I don’t.” He slowly walked towards you, running his hands up your arms before he grasped your hands in his. “I just had an idea that's all.” He shrugged.

“An idea?” You raised an eyebrow. “So far your ideas haven't been very helpful.” You teased smiling  up at him. Anakin ignored you. “You wanna get out of here?” He threw a glance over his shoulder to where a guard stood.

You knew whatever idea he had, it was going to be insane. Anakin’s ideas always tended to be. “You're lucky I love you,” Letting out a sigh you nodded. “What’s the plan.”

[kodydrs]

The Vice-Admiral’s Daughter - Portgas D. Ace (final / IV)

a/n: IT HAS ARRIVED!! I’ve had AOT brainrot for the last month so I’m actually surprised a finished this today. But it is what it is. I changed the name from “the first time” bc the ending fits better with the new name. anyways, enjoy lol

warnings: fxm, ace x fem!reader, pirate!ace x marine!fem!reader, smut, mdni, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, thighs kisses (🫶🏻), not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

request: yes / no

ib: none

You’d last seen Ace in the dark hours of the night, and apparently your pirate boyfriend wanted to make it a trend.

The sound of soft tapping on glass woke you, followed by your window freaking open. At first you panicked, until you saw a familiar spark of light illuminating his face.

‘Hey, princess.’ Ace whispers, standing in your window. You know he can see your look of disgust. The look wasn’t caused by him being here. More the time, and his constantly bad timing.

‘Ace. What the fuck? My dad is literally 2 rooms away.’ You curse, standing quickly to try push him out of the window. He stumbles slightly, nearly falling had he not wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

‘Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I’m glad to see you too.’ His laugh echos of your walls and you’re quickly to slap a hand over his mouth, bringing your other to his lips. He looks at you, up and down then frowns. ‘You never wear long pajamas.’

His voice is muffled, but not muffled enough that you can’t make it out. More muffled enough that no one else can hear him.

‘It’s been cold lately. It is winter after all.’ You huff, straightening out your long pants. Confusion still morphs his face, but he seems to brush it off.

With little to no effort, he lifts you onto his hip, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, and walks you both over to your bed. Against your will, your body keens into him, his body heat enveloping you.

You’re staring at the ceiling a minute later, lips pulled in a straight line as your boyfriend rubs his face into your collarbone and jaw.

‘You’re like a freaking cat.’ You hiss, adjusting the arm his head is resting on. He laughs at your remark, and you swear you hear him purring a few seconds later.

Despite the genuine annoyance that he’s unsafe in your house at the current moment, you adjust your arm, pulling him closer to you. He breathes quietly, peppering kisses onto your neck.

‘That’s more like my girl.’ His voice is soft and warm, gently fanning your skin. The arms around your waist tighten, and you finally fold, rolling onto your side to wrap both arms around his neck.

‘Whatever.’

You’re looking at him, memorising all his features as he hands travel your body, leaving no part untouched. Lips reconnect with your neck, kissing up to your earlobe.

‘Do you want me in you now or later?’

Your face spreads into a smile, pressing your foreheads together.

‘I knew you didn’t just wanna cuddle.’

He also grins, shuffling up so you’re face to face.

‘I gotta at least pretend I’m not here just because I missed the sex.’ He teases, hands brushing against your waist, lips on lips. A giggle feels the room, and it’s only then you remember where you are. A hand quickly covers his mouth and the other brings a finger to your lips.

‘We have to be quiet, baby. If we get caught, you’ll be executed.’

‘Not with my trusty “Vice-Admiral’s daughter by my side.’ His voice is muffled by your hand, but you still make out what he’s saying. ‘But I’ll try my best to stay quiet. I promise.’

Large, calloused hands wrap around your wrist, pulling your restrictions away and pressing kissing to your palms. Kisses trace down your skin to your neck, the pirate leaving purple love bites on your jaw.

You moan lowly, hands running through his black strands.

‘What’s that moan for?’ He tantalised. ‘I haven’t even done anything yet.’ To emphasise his words, his hand runs along your torso, dipping past your waistband.

A soft sigh pushes your breath against his skin.

‘I want you to fuck me so bad right now.’

His eyes widen in surprise but he quickly recovers, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Damn, I adore you when you’re honest.’ He holds your hips and rolls, pushing you down onto the bed to crawl over top of you. Your hands follow him, stroking his sides with the back of your fingers. The ticklish feeling pulls a laugh from the pirate. He leans next to your ear.

‘Quite the flirt, aren’t ya?’

‘Always. Just for you.’

He smirks, kissing your cheek and just simply resting there for a few seconds.

It was soft moments like this that truly made you consider running off to sea with him. You missed every minute where you could be together but you aren’t.

‘Don’t worry, my love.’ He whispers. ‘I’m gonna make sure you’re satisfied in every way possible.’

The sound of metal on leather makes your insides twist and your back arches to the ceiling when cold air surrounds your legs. Cold air which is quickly replaced by a warm heat running up and down them.

‘You ok?’ He asks, fingers tracing your thighs before dipping between them. You whinge slightly, holding him. ‘Tell me if you’re not.’

‘I’m ok.’ You whisper, pulling his face to press your foreheads together. He slowly starts pumping his fingers out of you, and your teeth meet your lips, soft moans filling the space between you both.

Ace whispered quiet affirmations in your ear, telling you good of a girl you were, and how perfect you are.

‘You’re the love of my life, and I miss you when you’re not around.’ His fingers scissor inside you, and it takes a hand over your mouth to not cry out. Ace looks at you, eyes widened for a second before they squint to smile. ‘You’re so easy to please.’ He teases, bringing his cum-soaked fingers to his mouth.

You cringe, covering your face as a burning blush paints it.

‘I can’t believe you just did that.’ He laughs, kissing your neck to add to his already many decorations. He pulls your hands away, tracing circles on your palm with his thumb.

‘Are you ready, or do you want me to prep you more?’

You nod, finding comfort in his touch.

‘I’m ready.’ Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can’t imagine how he’d heard you. But he did, and slowly he aligned himself before sliding into you, stretching your walls. Your lewd moans are silenced by a hand over your mouth. Even with prep, it felt like you were being torn apart. You lock eyes with your boyfriend, vision blurred from tears. Soft lips kiss over your face, comforting you into adjustment.

‘You tell me when I’m ok to move. And if you want to stop, just tell me. Ok, baby?’

You nod, hiccuping. You reach around, finding his hand and intertwining them. For a minute you just lay like this, cockwarming him. With a deep sigh, you lean up into his neck.

‘You can move now.’ You whisper, nipping at his earlobe. A smile presses to your cheek as he slowly drags his hips back, then snaps them forwards. A high moan echoes through your room, and you both stop, listening to see if anyone heard. When there was no sign of movement in the house, you nodded and Ace repeated the motion. You bit your lip harshly, most likely drawing blood as he ploughed into you.

If nothing else drove you crazy (but believe me, everything Ace did drove you mad), then the way he groaned into your ear was definitely it. Nothing got you more turned on.

‘Do you want me to cum in you or out?’ He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours.

‘W-Whatever you want.’ You pant, feeling your nails bluntly scratch his back.

The soft whimper that comes from him almost makes you release right there and then. He felt your walls clench around him, and a tired laugh escaped.

‘Holy fuck. You sound so good when you make noises.’ You say, arching your spine as a knot forms in your lower abdomen. ‘Such pretty noises for me.’

‘Oh shut the fuck up.’ A bit of teasing didn’t hurt. Over the past year-ish, teasing had become your love language. Not so much when it came to intimacy, but more just in everyday life.

‘Fuck. I’m gonna cum.’

‘Hold it a second.’

‘God, Ace. Please.’ Your nails were drawing blood now. Not a crazy amount, but enough to make him hiss. With a few harsh thrusts, you felt the knot snap, sending you over the edge, and it’s not long before your boyfriend joins you, planting his cum deep inside you.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan while Ace bites down hard on your shoulder, a muffled grunt coming from him.

He slowly gets you both through your highs, moving lazily inside of you. With tired eyes, he pulls away to look at your face, bringing a hand to soothe where you’d been bitten.

‘Sorry.’ He whispered, seeing how deep his teeth marks went. You shook your head, bringing a hand to his face.

‘It doesn’t hurt.’

You both wince as he pulls out of your wet cunt, flopping beside you, your body wrapped tightly in his arms. You nuzzled against his chest, feeling sticky and disgusting, but not having enough energy to clean yourself up. Neither of you had enough energy, and still Ace groaned and stood, moving to your door.

‘Wait.’ You whisper-shouted. ‘My dad-‘

‘I’ll stay hidden. Where’s the bathroom?’

You hesitated, but if he’d been able to get away for this long, then he must be good at hiding.

‘First door on the right.’ He disappeared for a minute or 2, returning with a wet cloth and a glass. ‘Thank you.’

He was gentle in the way he cleaned you, washing your thighs and planting soft kisses on them as he did so before cleaning your pussy. He kissed just above where your shorts had sat, before quickly cleaning himself and disappearing out the door again. You waited patiently for him to return, crawling into his body heat the minute he hit your bed.

‘You know.’ He whispered, playing with your hair. ‘If you came out to sea with me, then we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone hearing us. Or finding us even.’

You rest your chin on his chest, looking at his brown eyes.

‘I want to Ace.’ You start. ‘But an Vice-Admiral's daughter becoming a pirate would ruin lives.’

‘How so? My brother did it.’

‘But it was Luffy’s grandfather, and no one knew him as Garp’s grandson. I’m known as the Vice-Admiral's daughter.’

‘I know. But we could get you a new name. You aren’t bound to the one you were born with when you’re at sea.’

You sighed, closing your eyes.

‘I love you, Portgas D. Ace. And some day, I might become a pirate with you. But for now, I can’t. So you go off on your dreams, and I’ll wait here patiently for you. Ok?’

There was a sense of sadness in Ace’s eyes, but he smiled nonetheless, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You chased his lips, pressing them against your own chastely.

It didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, along with his heartbeat soothing you into slumber.

Like the last time, you awoke to no Ace. Only the sun coming through your currents, and a soft breeze coming through your window. It saddened you, but it was reality.

You didn’t see Ace again. You didn’t even hear about his death until long after it happened. And for some reason, you didn’t cry. You didn’t feel sad at all. For some reason, you laughed. Maybe it was because you’d never dealt with that kind of grief, or maybe because he didn’t have to run anymore. Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter. He was gone, and you were still the Vice-Admiral’s daughter.

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[sminiac]

hello can i req a bf!jinsik headcanon pls😵‍💫😵‍💫

💌 — Gotchu bestie😜 I intend to get to every Xikers member, esp Hyunwoo, I’ve just been experiencing Jinsik brainrot after looking for inspo for this 😋

It’s was 5 am, I just slammed a redbull and all I can think about is:

Bf!Jinsik who is such a sentimental person that you can find stashes of memorabilia and keepsakes from you everywhere. Movie tickets, receipts, even candy wrappers that he just can’t bring himself to throw away that have been taking up unnecessary space in his wallet for months now.

Ex: he has these little sessions where suddenly he’s pulling out everything he’s associated with you ever and just sits and smiles like a love sick idiot, recalling the specific moment/day spent with you, he’s been caught a lot, sometimes the members become worried for his health because of how frequently they find him hunched over a piece of garbage, cradling it in his hands like it cost him an arm and a leg. They just don’t get it😩 + he absolutely refuses to give them any context for his collection of seemingly mundane items, those are his and yours alone.

Bf!Jinsik who not so quietly adores you, I think that if you’ve ever left a belonging of yours long enough he’ll just start wearing it as his own, like, remember that bracelet you forgot at his dorm last week? Yeah, already on his wrist, along with this I have a deeply rooted feeling that one of his favourite traits about you is your aesthetics, so he lowkey reassembles his wardrobe to subtly reflect your style, it’s all done subconsciously too which is so😞😞 he’s so cute, it hurts my heart, he’s so boyfriend.

Ex: he without a doubt would wear any clothing piece you’ve gotten him until it’s a mangled mess, and despite already having a replacement he gets so sad when you suggest finally letting it go. “But I wear it all the time.” “I know sweetheart, I can tell.” Eventually the both of you settle on him keeping whatever it is he cant physically part with, and he’ll retire it for the new item, will still occasionally pull it out when he misses you extra, like when he’s out of the country and you aren’t able to come:,)

Bf!Jinsik who gets teary eyed whenever you compliment him for doing well on stage, maybe it’s been a particularly stressful day, maybe he just hasn’t been able to see you as much as he wished he could, maybe it’s just because he loves you so wholeheartedly, whatever the reason is he’s smiling sadly as his cheeks fill out the empty space of your palms, the front of his brows are pinched up and now you’ve got his lip twitching, he’s so sweet, kisses you as much as he can even with such little time, his lips soft, damp from his tears ADHDSGGSSSAA god he’s so. As he’s being pulled away that ache you get when you’re homesick fills out the stretch of his chest. Let me stop there.

Bf!Jinsik who doesn’t know how to keep his affection to a minimum around you, goodbyes can never just be brief, with hasty words and quick hugs, no, he needs a whole 15, sometimes even 20 minutes because his hugs are looong, and they’re always so self indulgent, he just loves the feeling of keeping you wrapped up in his arms, does the hand thing where he pushes you in closer to him wherever he feels you aren’t close enough. Face buried in your neck, hands rubbing up and down your back, sides, 100% getting a feel of your ass, you can’t blame him.

Ex: Whenever you’re visiting him and the boys in KQ’s practice room he’s always somehow found a way for you to sit on his thigh/between his legs, just loves having you all over him.

Bf!Jinsik who finds it so cute how well you get along with his members, he’ll stand in the background most of the time, that notable calm expression on his face, a slight smile, he never interrupts unless he’s feeling particularly deficient of his girlfriend, then he’s going up to wrap his arms around you from behind, cheek pressed against your head, a lot of the time the conversation ends up becoming background noise as he holds you so don’t expect him to answer that question about going on a coffee run with Junghoon and Hyunwoo anytime soon.

NSFW under the cut!

Bf!Jinsik who has a thing for oral, but can’t bring himself to choose between giving or receiving, but if he were to say receiving it wouldn’t be because of the pleasure of your warm mouth, but because of how sweet you are to him, he swears your sultry words of encouragement and praise is what really does it for him. He gets so incredibly whiny, like arm shielding his eyes away from your view, struggling to get out a solid breath, drool pooling onto his tongue kind of whiny. Don’t even get me started on when he’s settled himself down between your thighs girl. Love, love, loves eye contact!! Knows you love that certain look on his face🤭 Encourages you to move with his tongue when needed, has that stupid smile on his face when his tongue is working lines at your clit, finds the way you twitch and jump amusing. Has taken the time to learn the nuances of your pleasure, like the difference between the pressure of his fingers inside vs on, ykwim?

Bf!Jinsik who isn’t the most vocal, but the long shuttered out whines that you draw from his mouth make up for it. I think he holds back on talking because he knows he’ll be stuttering so bad you’d barely be able to comprehend a single thing.

Bf!Jinsik who occasionally dabbles into a more dominant role in bed, it’s unpredictable, sometimes his voice comes more firm, demanding, before your clothes are hurriedly discarded of like he couldn’t possibly get to you any faster, he’s huffing out a “Keep still.” As his hands are pushing your thighs up and apart, his expression sharp, many warning glares. He’d just want to make you feel good, but only if you listen.

Bf!Jinsik who is very… multifaceted😋🙏

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Secrets

Summary: Your sweet boyfriend, a man who can’t get up when a cat sits on his lap and knows you like the back of his hand. Is more than just the sweetheart he is?

Fluff, Angst?, Mafia au, Secrets, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,968

Secret mafia boss! Hyungwon X Reader

[Mentions briefly: Minhyuk]

[A/n: @jinkoh and I couldn’t stop thinking of mafia boss! Hyungwon. And I absolutely had to write our thoughts into a fuller story. So please enjoy our brainrot~ And Kebbi, I hope this fulfills your brainrot as it did mine~ Lastly: thank you for checking over this, Kebbi! I appreciate it sm 🥺💖]

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Like every other Wednesday since you started dating Hyungwon, you’re heading to meet him at the cafe where you had your first date. And now you both meet up there before walking around a bit before heading to one of your homes and watching movies together. You get outside the cafe entrance to see him walking out with your two coffees in his hands. He smiles as he hands you yours, “I got you your favorite~” You grin and thank him before sipping on it. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, “So, how’s my baby been?” You smile, “I’ve been okay.” He pouts, “Just okay?” You sigh, “Do you remember that debut I told you about before?” “Of course I do. What about it?” “They’ve raised my rate by another twenty, and I was going to use that extra money to buy some records. And you’d think I’d already have paid it off by now, but the interest rates have been so high.” He lets out an “Oh,” and you look over at him, and he says, “I’ve dealt with horrible lenders before. It’s hard to hear you going through the same thing.” You shrug, “I suppose it’s okay, it’s just twenty bucks. Maybe by my next bill, I’ll have it paid off!” He smiles and clicks your coffee cups together, “Heck yeah!” 

You smile, “So, how has your business been going?” He hums, “We have more money coming in now, and that’s nice.” You agree, and he leads you to a park bench, “Why do we always seem to end up at this bench?” He gives you an eye smile, “You know why.” You laugh, “It’s where we met.” He removes his arm around your shoulder to hold your hand in his. You lay your head against his shoulder, and he leans his head on top of yours. You chat quietly, taking in the early afternoon air. His phone rings, and he parts from you, “Do you mind if I take this?” You shake your head no, and he gets up from the bench and discusses in hushed whispers. 

You wait for him to return, and he has a small pout playing on his face, “I have to go…” You pout back and go, “No, it’s our only day together until our date next week on Saturday…” He nods, and you get up from your seat. And he goes, “They really need me there. But I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You cross your arms over your chest, and in a faux stern voice, you say, “You better.” He laughs and kisses your forehead. You hold up your pinky and lock them, and he presses your thumbs together. “I promise.” You kiss his nose, “I know you will. I love you.” You let go of your hold. And he pulls you into a tight hug, “I’ll see you later.” You smile as you hug him tightly back, “You will.” And with that, you part ways, much too early for your liking, but you shrug when duty calls you must attend. 

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When you sat in your debt collector’s office the following day, pulling out the cash to pay him, he told you, “Your loan is paid in full. You don’t owe me anything this month or after.” You couldn’t believe your ears, “What?” He shrugs and goes, “Actually, I owe you some back pay.” You blink at him, trying to process it, “Huh?” And he pulls out a small yellow envelope, “Yeah, you’ve paid over a grand more than you owe.” He must be out of his mind! He just raised the rate last week! You scowl, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t.” You shake your head, “No. Tell me what the catch is.” “There is none.” You glare, “Let me talk to your boss.” His eyes get big, “No one ever talks to him.” You shrug, “Well, I’m not just anyone. I want to know why you’re forgiving my loan.” 

He sighs, giving up, “Okay, but I warn you, he didn’t give me an explanation either.” You look at him, baffled, “What do you mean?” He shrugs, “He walked past me, looked at my records, and recounted them. He threw out your file and told me that your loans were forgiven. Then he gave me a thousand to give back to you.” You huff, “That doesn't make any sense.” He sighs, “You and me both.” “Can I please speak with your boss?” “I guess.” He has you follow him through the several-story building. As you approach the top floor, he says, “I’ll warn you again. He won’t tell you.” You sigh, “Well, I at least have to try.”  

He opens the door to the seventh floor, walks over to the entrance of the penthouse office, and knocks. You hear a loud voice boom, “What do you want?” Your debt collector’s voice is weak as he says, “Someone is asking you to explain why you forgave their loans.” A gruff voice says, “Come in.” Your loan shark goes in and gestures for you to follow him. The person is holding a newspaper with their legs kicked up on the desk without a care. He puts his newspaper down, and that’s when you see him. He’s wearing a long leather jacket, with leather pants and steel-tipped boots. He must have yelled at the guy to “Get out” because your collector is scampering out past you. But all you can see is that your once soft and sweet boyfriend is now your debt collector’s cruel and rash boss. 

In a blur, he’s up from his chair and standing before you, tucking your hair behind your ear, “How did you get here, dear?” You want to be angry. You want to be livid. But you're at a loss for words. How is your sweetheart a loan shark boss? He never specified his business, but this is what he does? He waits for you to gather your thoughts, and you ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He gives you a tight-lipped smile, “This isn’t the type of secret you tell someone you wish to keep safe.” You sigh, you find that so sweet and kind. Just like the Hyungwon you’ve always known. But he’s different? He has a commanding air around him now. And if looks could kill, your debt collector would have been dead. Yet here he is, trying to protect you from his truth to keep you safe. 

He waits for you to say something, searching your eyes for questions so he can answer them. With another minute of staring into each other’s eyes. He asks, “Would you like me to explain it over coffee?” And you ask quietly, “Will you explain everything?” He nods, “Everything you wish to know.” He looks over at his coffee pot, “Would you like to do it here or at our place?” You look around the room. It feels suffocating, “Our place.” He puts his hand out to you, and you carefully take it, wondering how this is your man. As you reach the main door, the rain starts pitter-pattering as your heart has since entering his building. 

He grabs an umbrella from a stand, and outside the door, he opens it, shielding you both from the rain. “So um, are my loans really forgiven?” He nods, “Yeah.” You ask, “And the grand?” “Backpay, you were right. You've already paid off your loan. He was making a profit off of you.” “Is that why your business has been so great?” He laughs, “No,” and nudges you as he says, “Well… Maybe a little.” You shake your head at him, “Have your ‘lenders’ forgiven other loans?” He nods, “Yeah.” 

He opens the door to the cafe and shuts his umbrella. You hear a bubbly voice go, “You two are never here on a Friday. What a pleasant surprise!” Minhyuk smiles as he goes, “Usual?” You nod with a small smile, and Hyungwon says, “Bring them over to us. I’ll pay later.” He nods, and you head to a booth in the back. “Are you sure you want to know more?” You nod, “I want you to explain everything.” Minhyuk comes over with your coffee. Hyungwon says something softly to him, and he quickly exits, changing the open sign to closed. 

“Is he a part of this operation, too?” He nods, “A different faction. He just does this job for fun. He’s really a florist. But we’re on the same sort of team.” You sigh, “Damn, even our coffee guy.” He laughs, “You don’t seem to be taking it as hard now?” You shrug, “Well, honestly, I’m not sure how to take it. My soft sweetheart is a hardened criminal.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah…” You put your hand over his hand that’s resting on the table. “I have no reason to fear, right?” He shakes his head, “I’ll never put you in harm’s way.” 

You nod, and after a pause, “So, are you really a mafia boss?” He laughs, “In my faction, yeah, but there is someone above me. He’s a good guy, though.” You hum and ask, “I was wondering… Is it common for you to profit from people’s loans?” He grimaces, “Yeah… But I usually catch the loans when their time is up.” You tilt your head, “Why didn't you catch mine?” He drinks a sip of his coffee before brushing a hand through his hair, “I’ve been more focused on being with you than checking on the little details.” 

You shake your head, smiling at him, “So, did you evaluate everyone’s?” He wrinkles his nose, “Not yet.” You sigh, “Won…” He pouts, “It’s partially on you.” You cross your arms over your chest, “But it’s because of me that you remembered a part of your job.” He sighs, “You have me there.” You ask, “Shouldn’t you be doing monthly checks?” He nods, “It’s actually bi-weekly checks because of how many we have, so it’s easier to spread them out across the month.” “And what day did you usually do these?” He averts his eyes, “Wednesdays.” You shake your head at him and tease, “Ditching your duties to be with little ole me, huh?” He laughs, “Exactly, I’d much rather be with you than in that stuffy room.” You nod, “Me too.” He smiles and flips his hand over to hold your hand in his. 

You sigh, “I didn’t expect to see you today…” He laughs, “Same here. I didn’t want you to find out like this.” You squeeze his hand after sipping your coffee, “It’s okay. It’s better than finding out when your guns are blazing.” He laughs, “Yeah, I guess so.” You fiddle with his fingers, and he asks, “Are you still okay with dating me?” You squeeze his hands, “Yeah. You’re different from what I expected, but I’m content with that.” He brings his lips to the top of your hand, “I’m glad I love you.” You smile, flip your hands, and kiss his hand, “I love you too.” 

You sip on your coffee for a while. Just taking it all in before a question pops into your head, “So when will I get to meet the rest of your crew?” He sighs, “I knew you were gonna ask that.” You wait, and he goes, “Whenever you wish, my dear.” You smile, “Okay~” He looks over at the clock in the building, “Technically, it’s quitting time now. Would you like to make up for yesterday?” You smile, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

You leave after paying and waving goodbye to Minhyuk, who yells to Hyungwon, “You better flip the sign over!” Hyungwon laughs and does as asked before heading to your place to finish your belated date.

[starsinshadows]

     Hey, y’all! I haven’t done one of these in awhile, so I figured this was a great time for a little state of the Stark update! First of all, Happy New Year and other holidays, depending on what you celebrate! Hope everything’s been restful and pleasant for everyone. I’ve been up and down for a few months, thus the lack of activity over here, but I’ve been quietly (somewhat) working on things for the blog. You may have noticed that an army of asks were posted, bringing be down to a mere four left in my box, which I’ll be trying to post sometime soon. I’m sorry to say that I did throw out a load of them because I had a shockingly huge backlog, but that just means that more can fit nicely in there! I’m currently doing the same with drafts, and I’m down from something over 100 over the past like 2 months to a manageable 20s as of today. Some I’ve responded to and they’re posted or in my queue, and some I’ve deleted - if you don’t see yours, ask me! We can either pick it back up or start something new!      I’m still operating on the Legacy editor, but I’ve started poking at the Beta for mutuals who have it, so if you do, feel free to let me know and I’ll repost a starter/ask/etc in beta for you or move a thread over.       I’ll probably be doing a starter call here soonish, namely when I get my draft box cleared out, so keep an eye out for that or just hit me up in IMs/disco and we’ll get something rolling! 

Carrd || Muses || Verses

     At the moment, I’m still in pretty aggressive Stranger Things brainrot, which has meant adding multiple muses, so go ahead and take a look at my carrd to see if anyone interests you! Steve is still going to get the fastest responses, but I’m branching out a bit into some characters I haven’t played before. Marvel verses will be available for all (as well as other verses, of course, as I get to them), but my actual Marvel canons are a little less noisy right about now. I’m looking into a few other types of universes, including Final Fantasy, so if that’s something you’re interested in or curious about, hit me up! They’ll have modern/marvel verses as well, so no worries there!      Overall, just come chat if you wanna! I’m pretty easy, and I like screaming about characters with people, so feel free to come bug me anytime. Catch y’all around!

[maybeimamuppet]

home away from home

heyyyy everybodyyyyy

sorry it’s been a minute since i’ve posted anything!! i’m going through some stuff in my personal life that makes writing kinda tough but nobody cares about that so let’s get into this!! 

this is a request fill for gracerailly on ao3 who requested the whole main squad going on vacation together so here’s 15k words of found family vacation brainrot. also the twins are back bc it’s my mental breakdown and i get to pick the characters so enjoy that lol

tw for 

brief discussion of pregnancy complications 

mentioned depression

and as always please let me know if i’ve missed something so i can add it in :)

enjoy!

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Cady and Janis are blowing up balloons. Very important balloons, because tomorrow is their daughters’ first birthday. Janis’ face is a bit red from the effort and Cady is getting progressively more exhausted. 

Cady yelps quietly into a balloon when their phones both go off at the same time. Janis laughs and checks hers to see what it is. It turns out to be a message from Regina in their friend group chat. 

reginald: Hey, by any chance do you guys have plans for the Fourth of July? 

reginald: Definitely not related to the girls’ birthday present at all.

snarkisian: i don’t think so ??? why ?? 

reginald: Good. Don’t. 

snarkisian: what ??? 

reginald: Don’t make any plans. For that whole week. 

reginald: And that goes for the rest of you too.

snarkisian: reggie wtf 

snarkisian: this is so ominous what are you planning 

reginald: Fun.

snarkisian: that’s not helping 

reginald: You’ll find out tomorrow oh my god. Just let me have this. 

snarkisian: ok ok damn

reginald: Thank you. Goodnight and happy birthday twins!! 

snarkisian:  ?????? goodnight 

“Reggie’s up to something,” Janis sighs, clicking her phone off. They both look around at the sea of balloons around them and realize they can’t see the floor anymore. “This is probably enough.” 

“I think so,” Cady chuckles breathlessly. “Let’s go to bed, we have a big day tomorrow.” 

“Big day indeed,” Janis murmurs, kissing her wife and leading them up to bed. 

————-

“Okay, let’s find out what this creepy mystery present your aunties got you is, hm?” Janis says, holding Leo on her lap. Cady has Layla on her lap next to them, and they help the twins open a large bag in front of them. 

Layla happily pulls out all the tissue paper and wags it around, seeming more excited about the crinkle sounds than the actual present underneath. Leo reaches in and pulls out a tiny sun hat. 

“Aww,” Cady coos. “How cute! Little hats.” 

“There’s more, keep going,” Karen chuckles as Leo puts the hat on and it falls over her eyes. The twins pull out two little bathing suits, and two pairs of adorable sandals. 

“So what does this have to do with… any of that shit yesterday?” Janis asks confusedly. 

“Where can they wear that stuff?” Gretchen asks. Cady looks up as she catches on to what’s happening. 

“A beach?” 

“We bought a lake house, we thought we’d take all of you there for the Fourth,” Regina nods. 

“Oh my god! That’s awesome!” Cady says. “Girls, you get to go on your first beach trip!” 

“That’s… not what I was expecting, but… wow,” Janis says. She looks at Leo, who now has both hats on and is wearing her sandals on her hands. “I think this one is more excited about the clothes.” 

Leo looks up at her and giggles when Janis adjusts her hats so she can see again. Janis bends down to kiss her chubby cheek. 

“Little goof. Only a year old and you’re already trying to be funny.” 

——————

They all have about a month to prepare for the trip, and gather supplies. Cady and Janis decided that trying to fly back to Illinois wasn’t quite something they were ready to face with two babies and decided to drive. Aaron and Damian said they’d drive with them, and the Plastics begrudgingly joined. So they all chipped in to rent a large van and decided to go together. 

Cady frantically researched tips for taking wee ones on long car trips, and found that the best tip is to leave early, while they’re asleep, so they’re quiet for a good chunk of the trip. Their friends seem much less on board with the idea of waking up at four in the morning to get going, but understand that it’s a necessary evil. 

Janis is the strongest night owl, so she’s told to be the first driver while everyone else sleeps in the back. 

All the luggage gets loaded in and pets dropped off at daycare the day before, so they can just hop in and go. Or so was the plan. 

-

Cady carefully transfers the babies to their car seats from their cribs so they don’t wake up, before she tucks them back in with their little blankets and stuffies. Janis puts them in the car, with Regina stuck in between. She’s the most… apprehensive, of the babies, so they decided to give her babysitting duty while the twins would spend most of the time asleep. 

“Is everyone here?” Janis yawns, taking a solid swig of her coffee to help wake her up. 

“Damian’s not,” Aaron replies. 

“Ugh.” Janis huffs. “I’ll go get him.” 

She opens her door and stomps back to her house, opening the front door to yell for her best friend. “Damian! Come out!”

“I’m gay!” Damian yells back. 

“To the car, dumbass! We gotta go!” 

“Car, I’m gay!” Damian replies childishly, coming downstairs in a onesie. “Chill, I had to finish my skincare routine.”

“Caddy wants to go before the smalls wake up, come on,” Janis grumbles. 

“It’s five in the morning!” Damian retorts. “We got time.” 

“You don’t know these babies,” Janis sighs. Damian clambers in the back next to his boyfriend while Janis climbs back into her seat. “Okay. For the love of fuck, do we have everything and everyone?” 

“Yeah,” Regina yawns. “Let’s go.” 

“Thank Christ.” 

————-

Janis and Cady switch places at their first stop, after about three hours of driving. By some miracle, both babies are still asleep. Regina is subbed out for Damian and they’re back on the road within fifteen minutes. 

The second break comes much quicker than they were hoping, only about half an hour later. Leo wakes up and rubs her little eyes with a fist, before looking around with a yawn. She whimpers when she sees she’s in her seat and neither of her moms are anywhere to be found. 

“Oh no, you’re okay,” Damian says frantically when she starts to cry. Leo looks at him with a little wail and reaches for him, straining against her buckles. “Uh… I can’t take you out, but you don’t have to cry! Your moms are right there, we didn’t steal you, I promise!” 

Leo’s crying wakes up Layla, who also begins fussing when she can’t find her moms. Damian frantically tries to calm them, dancing their little toys in front of their faces and making sure they both have their pacifiers. 

“Sorry Dame,” Cady apologizes. “They should calm down in a second. And we’re almost to a gas station, I’ll pull over there.” 

“It’s okay,” Damian says. “Poor things.” 

He tries to play peekaboo with both of them

at the same time until they can stop. It doesn’t quite work, but it distracts them enough that they stop crying quite so loud. 

“Here we go,” Cady says. Everyone stretches and works their way out, while Cady and Janis see to their daughters. Janis grabs Layla and Cady gets Leo. “Hi, munchkin! Did you wake up all alone? Poor baby, come here.” 

Leo gratefully cuddles into her mama and smiles when she sees Janis inside the building. Janis passes Layla over so Cady can go get them changed and dressed for the day. 

-

“Where’s Cady?” Regina asks, browsing the racks of snacks inside. 

“She’s with the babies,” Janis answers. “Getting them dressed.” 

“Speak of the devil,” Damian says as the restroom door opens and Cady exits, carrying Leo and holding hands with Layla. “Oh my goodness.” 

Everyone turns to see what he’s talking about, and give similar reactions. The girls are dressed as little watermelons, in green short shorts and red and black polka dot tunic tops with green trim. And complete with matching watermelon patterned sandals. 

“Aww, my little melons!” Janis coos, taking Leo as she reaches for her. “Hi Bee. You still sleepy?” Leo nods and rests her head on her shoulder. “Aww. You can sleep in the car. Sweet girl.” 

Layla lets go of her mama’s hand and takes shaky steps over to greet her aunties and uncles. She makes it to Aaron first and reaches to be picked up. 

“Hi Lala!” Aaron greets happily, picking her up and tossing her in the air before holding her close. She giggles and tries to stick her little fingers in his mouth. Aaron doesn’t let her, but he moves his chin to make her laugh. “Cool outfit!” 

Damian comes up and gently kisses his niece’s cheek. Layla squeals happily and leans closer into Aaron. “And these outfits are reversible. If you turn them this way,” he explains, taking Layla and holding her upside-down. “Little strawberries!” 

Layla laughs as she looks around upside-down, and shrieks happily as her exposed belly gets tickled. Damian laughs with her as he turns her back the right way. 

“Crazies,” Cady chuckles affectionately. “Are we ready to go again?” 

“I think so,” Gretchen replies, armed with the snacks her partners have purchased and made her help carry. Everyone else nods and heads back out into the parking lot. 

They settle back into the same spots, since this stretch of the trip was shorter than they had counted on. The twins seem more okay with their moms being out of sight now that they’re less sleepy, and are content to play games with Damian and babble about the things they see out the windows. 

Damian smiles as Leo grabs onto his hand and goes quiet, her little fists wrapped around his ring and index fingers as she looks wistfully out the window. Layla shrieks happily as she sees some cows out her own window. 

“What are those, Lala?” Damian asks. “Are they cows? What do cows say?” 

“Moooooo!” Layla replies eagerly, pointing to the creatures as they go by. Everyone laughs. 

“Yeah, good job,” Damian chuckles, tickling her belly. Layla giggles happily and tries to wiggle away as best she can. 

“She loves animals, she knows all the sounds,” Cady replies. “Except pigs.” 

“Why pigs?” 

“Janis never read that page in their story right. Now they think pigs say ‘you have a right to remain silent.’” 

“It’s important knowledge!” Janis defends. “How many times are they actually gonna need to know the sound a pig makes?” 

“When we get letters home from their preschool that they’ve incited a riot, you’re handling it,” Cady giggles. “I’m just glad they’re not copying you yet.” 

“I’m just raising them with street smarts.” 

“Uhhuh,” Cady replies sarcastically. “Have fun using that excuse to bail them out of jail.” 

“We’re raising them to be decent humans too, they won’t be in jail! I’m just doing this, like, you know. Just in case.” 

“Whatever you say, my love.” 

——————

After another few hours, it’s Damian’s turn to drive, and nobody is safe. 

Surprisingly, it seems to be going well for the first fifteen minutes or so.

Then, Regina pipes up from the back. 

“Guys?”

“Yeah?” Janis replies, looking in the mirror to see them from her spot in the passenger seat. 

“Where’s Aaron?” Regina asks. Janis whips around and looks, counting everyone. Babies, Cady, Plastics, Damian… no Aaron. 

“Oh my god, we left him at the gas station!” Damian screeches. “I’m a terrible boyfriend!” 

“Turn around!” Janis shrieks as well. 

“I can’t, this is a no U-turn zone! When’s the next exit?!” 

“I don’t know!” 

“Well, look!” Damian demands.

Janis does, frantically switching between looking for road signs and looking at her phone map until they find somewhere they can safely turn around and head back to the previous rest stop. Everyone in the backseats is howling with laughter. 

Finally, they get turned around and headed to rescue their lost passenger. Janis calls Aaron to let him know they’re on their way back. 

“I was wondering how long it would take you guys to notice,” is the first thing Aaron says when the call connects. 

“Babe, we’ll be right there, we’re heading back right now!” Damian says frantically. 

“Take your time. I’ll just be here. Aaaaalll alone. Because you forgot me.” 

“I’m sorry but now is not the time to be petty!” 

“You forgot me at a gas station!” Aaron huffs. 

“By accident!”

“Mmhmm,” Aaron chuckles. “Don’t worry, honey. I made friends with the cashier, got some snacks, it’s all good.”

“I love you!” Damian says desperately. Aaron laughs. 

“Uhhuh. You owe me for this,” he replies. Janis gags at the implications. “Sorry Janis.”

“Your room better be as far away from ours as possible,” Janis grumbles. 

“Whatever you want, babe,” Damian purrs into the phone.

“Okay hanging up now byeeee!” Janis says desperately before she hangs up on Aaron. She turns to her best friend and huffs, “You are paying for my brain bleach.”

“I love you.”

“I hope we crash.”

—-

As soon as he parks the car (rather poorly), Damian throws his door open and runs to find his boyfriend. The rest of them follow and find Damian clinging to Aaron like a lost child and frantically apologizing into his shoulder. Aaron, ironically, is the one doing the comforting as he weakly pats Damian’s shoulder. 

“Dame, smile,” Gretchen teases. “I’m making a scrapbook of this trip.”

“You’re all awful,” Damian grumbles, refusing to remove himself from his boyfriend. 

“I take it I’m driving now?” Aaron chuckles. 

Damian nods. “I’m distraught.”

“Uhhuh.” Aaron hums. “Alright, I’ve spent more than enough time here, let’s go.”

—————-

After many, many hours and several naps on everyone’s parts, they’re finally on the last leg of the trip. Gretchen takes over driving for Regina, which means Regina is in charge of the tunes. 

Naturally, she starts blasting Taylor Swift, to some mixed reactions. Janis laughs as her little ones dance along as best they can all buckled into their seats. Layla gives some very vigorous head-bangs that don’t totally match the vibe of the song, and Leo seems content to just wiggle in her seat to the beat of the music. 

After a couple songs, Regina’s playlist brings up I Knew You Were Trouble. Regina, Cady, Gretchen, Karen and Damian all immediately sing along. Janis and Aaron join rather more begrudgingly. And the babies, evidently feeling left out, begin to babble along as well. 

When it gets to the chorus, the volume level could rival a jet engine. Everyone screams along, including the little ones as they catch on to the rhythm of the song. They don’t quite get it at the right time, but they’ve got the spirit. 

“Yeah, sing it, girls!” Regina cheers, turning around to smile at her nieces. They can’t see her, but their volume does pick up a little bit in response. “Get those emotions out. Hell yeah.” 

“Don’t fucking swear in front of my kids!” Janis chides. Cady gently thwacks her on the back of the head. “Ouch.” 

“Practice what you preach,” Cady hums lovingly, popping up to kiss her wife’s cheek to make up for the clearly very severe injury she’s inflicted. “They already copy you, it won’t be too long before they start trying to copy what you say.” 

“They would never,” Janis scoffs, aghast at the mere suggestion that her children would ever so much as dare to curse. “Right, Bug?” 

“Aaah!” Layla says. 

“Ladybug, the song is over,” Janis laughs. “Should we play it again?” 

Layla nods eagerly, already wiggling in preparation to dance again. Janis bends to kiss her nose as Regina skips back to it. 

“You’re a very good dancer, Loopsy,” Janis chuckles. “And you too, Bumblebee.” 

Leo looks away from her window and at her mommy, giving a precious little grin when she sees her. Janis smiles back and kisses her cheek. 

Leo whines when she pulls back and reaches for her again. Janis smiles sadly and gently holds her baby’s little face. “You wanna cuddle? We’re almost there, you just have to stay in your seat a little bit longer.” 

Leo starts to cry when she pulls her hand away. Janis pouts and puts her hand back, but Leo doesn’t calm down. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” Janis hushes gently. “Just a few more minutes and then I can hold you, I promise. Oh my goodness, Bee, why are you so sad?” 

Almost like a repeat of the morning, Layla also starts to cry as they get closer to their destination and her window is no longer enough to entertain her. Janis pops between them to pepper kisses over their little faces in a ditch attempt to calm them down. 

Cady starts playing peek-a-boo with Layla from behind the seat, which distracts her enough that she stops crying. Leo keeps wailing no matter how many smooches she gets from her mommy. 

Janis is almost desperate enough to take Leo out of her seat while they’re still moving by the time they finally arrive at their lake house. Janis wastes no time undoing her baby’s buckles and picking her up for a cuddle. 

Everyone works their way out of the car and grabs either a baby or a bag to carry inside. Cady stops Layla from running full speed into the lake, and Janis continues trying to calm Leo down. 

By the time they cross the threshold, Leo is dead asleep against her shoulder. Cady enters with the other one, panting slightly after their little game of chase. 

“Sleepy little girl,” she hums quietly, kissing Leo’s teary cheek as she passes by. “Still can’t drift off without a cuddle.” 

“I’m not complaining,” Janis whispers, carefully holding the back of Leo’s head. Layla wiggles out of Cady’s hold as soon as they’re inside and runs off in the first direction she can. 

“Guys, heads up, baby incoming!” Cady calls to their friends in the living room. Her daughters have only been walking for less than six months, so she could easily catch her if she wanted to, but she feels it’s important for Layla to get some energy out. “Just don’t let her kill herself, please!” 

“We got it!” Aaron calls back. Cady grins and turns to her wife. 

“Regina said we’re in the first door on the left upstairs, can you go put her down?” 

“Yeah,” Janis replies, crouching down a bit so Cady can kiss the baby goodnight before heading up to their room. Cady heads into the living room to find the other one. 

Layla is running in a loop around the island in the kitchen and all the way through the living room. Their friends are all standing around watching her go, except Karen, who decided to join her. 

Cady crouches down behind the counter and waits. When two little pigtails pop out, so does she, with a, “Bwah!” 

Layla shrieks in surprise and freezes, turning to see her. She laughs when she sees it’s just her mama and carries on running around. 

“How long will she keep going?” Regina asks, watching her niece and partner chase each other in circles. 

“As long as it takes,” Cady shrugs. 

“As long as it takes to what?” Damian asks in slight concern. Layla suddenly collapses face first on the ground, sound asleep. 

“That.” 

“This happen often?” Aaron chuckles. 

“You have no idea,” Cady sighs as she goes to scoop her daughter off the floor. “Lotta energy in this little body. Goodnight, everybody.”

“Goodnight!” 

—-

Cady is woken the next morning by ‘singing’. One of her babies has evidently decided to begin her day with a little jam session, and Cady can almost recognize it as one of the Taylor Swift songs from yesterday. It’s a strange, but adorable change from how their days usually begin. She yawns and heads to go get them up for the morning.

“Good morning, gi-“ she says as she approaches the cribs. One of them is missing. “Girl. Bee, where’s sissy?” 

“Dedede,” Leo explains, pointing to the door and then her sister’s crib. 

“Uncle Damian took her? Should we get dressed and go find them?” Leo nods and reaches out for her, so Cady scoops her up and kisses her all over her little face. Upon turning back to the bed, she notices Janis is also missing. “What about Mommy, do you know where she went?” 

Leo shakes her head, sitting patiently on the big bed while her mama picks out her clothes for the day. Cady grins seeing her baby looking so small huddled amongst the pillows. 

“We’ll find her too then, hm? Or maybe we just stay here all day and hide together. I like Leo and Mama days, what do you think?” she chuckles. Leo shrieks happily as Cady suddenly leaps onto the bed next to her and starts tickling her belly and blowing raspberries on her cheeks. “Yeah, maybe another day. Let’s get you dressed, come here.”

Leo is very helpful as Cady gets her out of her jammies and into her little swimsuit and sundress that the Plastics had bought her. Miraculously, it all still fits perfectly. 

“There we go, you’re all dressed! You look very pretty in your little beach ouffit!” Cady coos. Leo grins and hunches in on herself sheepishly. “You’re so cute, I can’t take it. Okay, let’s go find sissy and Mommy, come on.” 

“Lalala,” Leo helpfully informs her upon hearing her sister in the kitchen. 

“I hear her too, I think she’s in here,” Cady says as she pushes the door open. “Yeah, here’s everybody!” 

“Hey!” Everyone choruses upon seeing the two of them. 

“I was gonna take both and give them breakfast but this little munchkin was still sleepy,” Damian says, taking his niece from Cady as she reaches for him. “But now she looks fantastic in this little tropical getup!” 

“Beach ready,” Janis chuckles, kissing her baby good morning and offering her some banana to eat. “You have pineapples on your dress, you look so pretty!” 

Leo giggles happily and munches on her banana. Layla looks up from her spot on Karen’s lap and bleats happily as she spies her mama. Cady laughs and goes to greet her other baby. 

“Good morning, my sweet girl! Did you wake up early today and hang out with your aunties and uncles?” she asks. Layla giggles and cuddles into her shoulder. “Aww, hi. I missed you too. Are you excited to go to the beach today?” 

“Eee!” Layla squeals happily. Cady laughs and kisses her temple. 

“Almost! Beach.”

“Eee.”

“We’ll work on it,” Cady sighs. “Should we go get you dressed too?” Layla nods and points upstairs, so Cady carries her back up to get her ready for the day. 

-

By the time Layla and Cady are both ready, everyone else has gotten changed and packed and sunscreened for a day at the beach. Cady returns to find Leo now fully decked out in her beach hat, sandals and some teeny tiny shades. 

“Oh my goodness, Leo, you look so cool!” she laughs. “Should we go?” 

“Yeah, come on,” Regina says. Their place is practically on the beach, so they just have a short walk to be on the shore of the lake. Layla toddles the whole way herself, holding her mothers’ hands, and Leo rides on Damian’s shoulders. 

When she sees the lake, Layla immediately tries to take off towards it to go swim. She makes it a few inches before Janis’ grip tightens slightly on her hand and she falls onto her bum. 

“Blelele,” she says pleadingly, pointing to the water. 

“You can go to the water in just a second, we just have to go with you!” Cady giggles. “Come here.” 

Layla lets her mama take off her dress and sandals so she’s left in her baby bikini. She giggles as Cady blows a raspberry on her tummy and picks her up. Janis does the same to Leo, and they head down to see how their daughters react to their first real body of water. 

Aaron and Karen both tear past them and cannonball into the water, making the little ones giggle as they hear the splash. 

“Okay, ready?” Cady asks, holding Layla aloft. Layla kicks her legs in excitement and squeals happily as Cady bends down to dip her little toes in the lake. “What do you think? Is it cold?” 

“She’s definitely our little fishy,” Janis laughs as Layla starts kicking again to splash. “Let’s see what this little munchkin thinks.” 

She bends down next to Cady and Layla to dip Leo’s toes in. Leo looks at the waves lapping against her little feet for a moment before she bursts into tears. 

“Oh no, baby,” Janis says sadly, standing back up and holding Leo close. “You don’t like it?” 

Leo wails in reply, wiggling herself as close to her mommy as she can get. Janis pouts and rubs her back to comfort her. 

“Mamamama,” Leo begs, reaching a little hand for Cady. Cady pouts and switches twins with her wife. 

“Come here pumpkin, it’s okay. Let’s go play in the sand, we can try the water another time. Shh, sweetheart, Mama’s got you,” Cady hushes. Leo sniffles and buries her face in her neck. Cady kisses Layla and Janis goodbye and heads to find where Damian and Regina are sunbathing. 

“Hey!” Damian greets. His energy shifts when he sees the distraught baby in Cady’s arms. “Oh no, Leo! You didn’t like the lake?” 

“She’s just not ready yet,” Cady says, giving Leo a little bounce and drying her tears with her thumb. “We’ll hang out up here for a while and watch.” 

“Yeah, there’s plenty of room,” Regina says, scooting over a bit so they can sit between herself and Damian. Gretchen seems to be asleep already in the sand next to her. Cady settles on a towel and kisses Leo’s temple. 

“Dede,” Leo murmurs, pointing to her uncle. Cady grins and peppers more kisses to the top of her head. 

“You wanna sit with Uncle Damian? Okay, here,” she says, passing her over. Damian happily takes her and holds her in his lap. 

“Yeah, hey, Leo,” he says, propping her up on his knees. Leo finally smiles and reaches to grab his face. “Ow, watch the hair. Let’s see… can you say Damian? This is gonna be your first word or so help me. Damian.”

“Dedede,” Leo replies, tugging on one of his ears. Damian gently removes her little fist and looks into her bright blue eyes. 

“Daaaaamian. Day.”

“De?” Leo echoes. Damian nods. 

“Me.”

“Mee!”

“An.”

“Na.” 

“Damian!”

“Dedede,” Leo says again. Damian sighs. 

“We’ll work on it.” 

“Damian’s tricky, give her a break,” Cady laughs. “Janis is still just ‘Mee’.”

“Mee?” Leo asks, looking around for Janis. 

“Mommy’s with Lala,” Cady replies, pointing to her wife and other daughter splashing around the lake. 

She laughs as Layla gives a particularly vigorous one and they can just barely hear Janis call, “You little stinker!” as she’s showered with cold water.

Leo seems content now that she knows where her mommy is, and turns back to her uncle. Damian tickles her belly, earning himself a happy shriek as she tries to wiggle away. 

“Has she been in the sand yet?” he asks Cady. 

“No, do you want to try?” Cady responds. Damian nods and makes a sort of hoop with his legs, resting Leo in between so she’s contained but still has a little bit of room to explore. 

Leo looks up at him curiously, confused by the rough new texture against her little legs. Damian picks up a handful of sand and rains it down over her little feet. She wiggles her toes and grabs her own handful to investigate. 

“What do you think?“ Damian asks. “You’re not crying, that’s a good sign. No, don’t eat it.” 

Leo pouts as he catches her fist halfway to her mouth and brushes the sand off her chubby palm. 

“Don’t look at me like that, I can’t let you eat sand,” Damian pleads. “You look too much like a tiny Janis, I can’t handle it.” 

“Don’t they? I’m always saying they look like if she shrunk and had blue eyes,” Cady says. “Can you keep an eye on her? I wanna go check on Jay and Lala.” 

“Of course,” Damian replies. Regina doesn’t say anything, having joined Gretchen in dreamland. Cady kisses both Damian and Leo’s cheeks before she heads back to the shore. 

“There’s Mama, Ladybug, look!” Janis says when she sees Cady standing there. “Tell her to come swim!” 

“Mamamama!” Layla babbles happily, reaching out for Cady. 

“No way,” Cady laughs. “This lake is freezing.” 

“It’s not so bad,” Janis begs. “Come onnnn.” 

“Mamama,” Layla pouts, straining against Janis to try to get Cady to come in.

“Pleeeeease?” Janis adds. Cady rolls her eyes lovingly.

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re both cute. Stand back.”

“Why-ack!” 

Janis and Layla both yelp as Cady dives into the lake, showering them both with freezing cold water. 

“Caddy!” 

“I told you to stand back,” Cady giggles as she pops back above the surface. Layla laughs and reaches for her. “Hi, baby bug! Come here.”

“Can you show Mama what we practiced?” Janis asks. Layla nods and eagerly wiggles away. Cady almost panics when Janis suddenly lets her go, but Layla just turns onto her back so she can breathe and kicks her legs until she bumps into her mama’s chest. 

“Oh my god, Lala! That’s amazing!” Cady gasps. “Look at you go, I’m so proud of you!” 

Janis swims over too, squishing the baby between them as she leans to give Cady a kiss. “She wanted to swim, so… we worked on our backstroke.” 

“You guys did great,” Cady grins. “You’re such a good mommy. Huh, Ladybug? We love Mommy so much.” 

Layla nods and cuddles into Janis, who smiles widely and peppers kisses against Layla’s temple. “I love you too.” 

Layla giggles happily as she’s suddenly held high in the air, and splashes as she’s brought back to the water. 

“We’re gonna work on that next,” Janis huffs. “No more splashing.” 

Impishly, Layla splashes again, showering her moms in cold water. 

“Let her have her fun, she’s still little enough that she can’t do that much damage,” Cady hums. She’s suddenly hit with a small tidal wave. “I take it back.” 

“Not very nice, Ladybug,” Janis chides gently. Layla rubs her chest with her little hand to say sorry in sign language. “Aww. We forgive you, baby. Here, splash this way.” 

“They’re getting better with their signing,” Cady says happily as Layla gleefully splashes all she wants away from people. 

“Yeah,” Janis grins. “You want this?”

“Sure,” Cady laughs as she holds Layla aloft. “Gimme dis baby.” 

“I’m gonna go make sure Damian hasn’t killed Leo,” Janis says, handing Layla to her wife and kissing them both. “Or the other way around. Have fun.”

“You too,” Cady giggles. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis calls from the shoreline. 

Janis returns to find Leo lying next to her uncle on the sand, with her arms bent up under her head and her legs crossed so they’re lying in the same position. She’s also wearing Damian’s sunglasses and her own pacifier, and seems content to just chill. 

“Lishy, you look so cool!” she laughs. “Look at your shades.” 

Leo grabs them and pulls them down so she can see, and grins when she sees her mommy sitting down next to her. “Mee.”

“Yeah, hi baby,” Janis grins. Leo takes her sunglasses off and hands them back to her uncle, nuzzling into her mommy. Janis grins and gently brushes a hand through her short curls. “What have you been up to?” 

“Sananana,” Leo explains. “Dede.”

“Sounds fun,” Janis nods, as if she understands what Leo is saying. “Come here.” 

Leo giggles happily as Janis scoops her up and holds her in her lap, resting her head on Janis’ chest. Damian tips his head slightly to see his niece, and smiles as she seems to get much sleepier as soon as she’s being cuddled. 

“She’s so cute,” he says, watching Leo’s eyes flutter shut and her breathing even out. Janis carefully cradles her baby against her and nods. 

“She has good genes,” she murmurs. “My little cuddle bug.” 

“They’re already so different,” Damian says. 

“They always have been. Leo’s always been quieter and cuddlier. And Layla’s been running away from us since she could roll herself over,” Janis chuckles. “I just… like, you know I love you. And I obviously love Caddy more than I can say. But I never thought I could… love something this much. Let alone two of them. Like… they’re me, y’know? They’re only a year old and they’ve already helped me feel so much more confident and settled in myself.”

“I’m glad,” Damian murmurs. “And I can see why. They’re so sweet. And absolutely precious. You’re a great mom, Janjan.” 

“Thanks,” Janis grins, gently fiddling with one of her baby’s curls. “Have you and Aaron talked about kids at all?” 

“Not really. I think I got drunk once and kept talking about how we should have a baby,” Damian says, his eyes seeming a bit haunted at the vague memories. “But nothing serious.” 

“That’s fair,” Janis says, trying not to laugh at the mental image and wake her child. “You’d be a good dad. You’re already a great uncle.” 

“I try,” Damian chuckles. “They make it pretty easy.” 

“Yeah,” Janis grins. “I got lucky there. Once they came home they were some of the easiest babies I’ve seen. Made everything worth it.” 

“Worth it?” Damian asks, tipping his head in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

Janis sighs and tenses slightly. “Well, you know everything while Caddy was pregnant. That was a lot of bullshit. But we also only got pregnant on our third try. None of the embryos implanted the first time and we had a miscarriage the second.” 

“Oh god,” Damian whispers in horror. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She didn’t want to,” Janis replies, looking out to the lake and smiling as she sees her wife laughing at Layla. “It messed both of us up for a long time, she just wanted to… process it on her own time and try to move on as best she could. And we wanted it to be more of a surprise when we actually got pregnant.” 

“That makes sense,” Damian nods. “And it definitely was a surprise. I didn’t think you even wanted kids.” 

“I didn’t either,” Janis says. “For a long time. But Caddy… she… she’s perfect. I knew she would be a perfect mama, that we’d be doing it together. I realized I just wanted a bigger family with her. And she had been asking for a long time, she kinda wore me down, too.” 

Damian laughs outright at that. “I’m glad. You seem so much happier now than you used to be.”

“I am,” Janis whispers, kissing the top of a little head. Leo stirs slightly, but Janis just slips her pacifier back between her lips and she drifts off again. “I think I’ll always have stuff going on in my head. But now I have more reasons to get out of bed and fight it. And I’m still in therapy and stuff. But yeah, high school Janis would not have believed you if you told her this is where she’d end up.” 

“I think that’s for the best,” Damian says. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m happy for you too,” Janis says. “You seem really happy with Aaron.”

“I am,” Damian says with a fond smile, watching his boyfriend act a fool in the water with Karen. “He’s the best partner I think I’ve ever had.” 

“Good,” Janis says. “You know what I’d do if he wasn’t.” 

“Easy, tiger,” Damian teases. “Please don’t murder my boyfriend.” 

“Just say the word,” Janis hums. 

They stay there for a long time, watching as Karen and Aaron play a slightly modified game of chicken with Cady and Layla. The little one shrieks happily every time she’s dunked into the water, even though Cady keeps a firm grip on her and she’s never under for more than a few seconds at a time. 

Eventually they move on to Marco Polo, and Janis grins as Layla tries to say the words as best she can from Cady’s hold. She giggles happily as they’re chased around, and wiggles with glee when it’s her turn and she tags everyone. 

Leo eventually stirs in her lap, yawning around her pacifier and blinking up at Janis. 

“Hi, baby bee,” Janis murmurs. “Did you have a nice nap?” Leo nods. “Good, come here.” 

Leo giggles softly as Janis holds her up higher and smooches her little cheeks over and over. She throws her arms around her mommy’s neck for a hug and cuddles in again. 

“Sweet girl. Should we go get sissy and Mama to come eat lunch?” Janis grins, gently scratching Leo’s back. She feels her daughter nod against her and stands up. “We’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” Damian hums, stretching back out on the sand for another relaxation session. 

Janis carries Leo down to the lake, feeling the baby cling to her tighter and squeak in fright as they approach the water. “Shh, it’s okay, we won’t make you do it again if you don’t want to. Let’s just sit here, okay?” 

Janis sits them where the sand is wet, resting Leo between her legs and holding tightly to her chubby little belly to help her feel secure. Leo whimpers when a wave approaches, clinging to Janis’ fingers. 

“Shh, I’m right here,” Janis soothes. “Watch, it’s just water.” The wave runs over Leo’s legs and then recedes, only going about as high as the baby’s hips. “See? It’s not so bad, huh? It’s just like a bath! You love your baths, baby girl.”

“Abababa?” Leo asks, tipping her head up to look at her. Janis nods. 

“Yeah, it’s just like a bath. Here comes another wave, look!” Leo watches the wave as it hits her feet and rushes up her legs. She’s got a very serious and thoughtful pout on her face, but she seems less scared with each wave that hits them. “What do you think?”

Leo shivers, making Janis laugh. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty cold, huh? Look what sissy and Mama are doing, do you want to try that?” 

Leo looks where she’s pointing, at Cady gently holding Layla and slowly bouncing her around in the water to lull her into a nap. Their games seem to have tuckered Layla out, since she’s accepting the cuddles without complaint. 

Leo looks up at her warily, but she does nod. Janis smiles and picks her up, holding her tightly against herself and slowly walking over to where her wife and other baby are. 

“Hey.”

“Oh my god!” Cady gasps in fright, whirling around to see them. “Hi, Bee! You’re in the lake!” 

“So brave,” Janis adds, kissing Leo’s cheek. “And choking me just a bit.” 

“Like you’re complaining,” Cady teases. She kisses Leo too and says, “I’m so proud of you, sweet girl! What do you think?” 

Leo looks around, clinging tightly to Janis’ neck and assessing the situation she’s found herself in. Cady grins as she kicks her little legs and watches the waves she creates ripple away. 

“Look, you can splash,” Cady says. Janis carefully pries the little one off her neck and holds her so Leo’s back is against her chest, so the baby can use her hands. Leo weakly claps one against the water and flinches as she accidentally splashes herself. “Yeah, you got it!” 

Leo splashes a couple more times, feeling the cold water against her little hands as she explores this new thing. She kicks her legs again, harder this time, and gives a quiet giggle when she makes more waves. 

“See? It’s not so scary,” Cady says. “Oh, I’m so glad you came in, I’m so proud of you.” 

“This one seems about ready to get out, though,” Janis chuckles, looking at the half asleep Layla resting on Cady’s shoulder. 

“It is nap time,” Cady chuckles. “Should we go get dry?” Leo shakes her head. “No? You don’t wanna get out?” Another head shake. “Not even for lunch?” Leo thinks for a second before she nods. “That’s what I thought.” 

“We’ll come swim again after lunch,” Janis chuckles. “Brave little bee.” 

They head back to the towel and beach umbrella pile their friends have made and get situated. Karen and Aaron have returned as well, and joined in the picnic Gretchen brought with them. 

Layla gets wrapped in her froggy towel and left to nap in peace, while Leo is wrapped in her ducky towel and sits on Cady’s lap to eat with everyone. 

Janis watches in silence as Leo finishes her bottle and sneakily grabs half of Cady’s sandwich to try a bite. Cady is busy talking with Regina and doesn’t notice until she finishes the first half. 

“Who-“ she says, looking around in confusion when she sees the tiny teeth marks in her sandwich. Only one person could be the culprit, and she’s caught red handed when Cady looks down to see her still chewing. “You little stinker, this is my lunch! You had a bottle!” 

Leo gives her most precious grin, instantly winning her mama back over. 

“Do I make good sandwiches, Lolo?” Gretchen chuckles. Leo nods and reaches for the other half in Cady’s hand. 

“You are what you eat,” Cady hums. “My little turkey. Here, you can have another bite.”

Everyone laughs as Leo chomps into the sandwich like a little dinosaur. Her mouth is too small for her to get much of anything but bread, but she seems happy regardless. Cady quickly eats the rest before her kid can steal any more of her food. 

When Leo looks up again expecting more, Cady shows her her empty hands. “Where did it go?” 

Leo looks down and points to her tummy. Cady laughs and kisses her cheek. 

“Yeah, it’s in your tummy. Clever little girl. Okay, let’s go play again, I wanna go with you this time!” 

-

After a long day full of playing in the lake, building sandcastles and sunbathing, everyone slugs back to the lake house, changes into pajamas, and collapses into bed. 

————-

A couple days later, Janis wakes up on her own. Which is odd, because the twins would usually be awake and trying to escape their cribs by now. 

Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she heads to the cribs to check what’s going on. But her babies aren’t in them. “Caddy?”

“Mm?” 

“Where are the babies?”

“I dunno,” Cady yawns into her pillow. “R’gina took ‘em. A while ago.”

-

“Oh, hang on,” Regina says, politely interrupting her nail tech when her text tone goes off. She pulls her phone out of her purse to see a text from Janis. 

snarkisian: where are my children 

Regina laughs and excuses herself for a second to go find the twins with her girlfriends. The babies are lying in between them on their massage tables, in matching face masks and little cucumbers covering their eyes. The twins seem to be asleep, since they’re not anywhere near as wiggly as they usually are when they’re awake. Regina snaps a picture to send to Janis. 

reginald: Sent a picture: We’re having a girls day. Facials and mani-pedis. You have a problem with that? 

snarkisian: i have a problem with you effectively kidnapping my daughters yeah 

reginald: We asked Cady, she said we could take them for the day. 

snarkisian: was she awake ?? 

reginald: Enough. 

snarkisian: …

snarkisian: just keep them safe.

reginald: Oh, we were actually gonna take them jet skiing and then to feed some wild bears after this. 

snarkisian: >:l 

reginald: Oh my god, they’re fine. They’re asleep now, we’re just gonna go shopping and get lunch after this and then you’ll have them back. They’re having a great time so far. 

snarkisian: fine. have fun, tell them i miss them

reginald: I will. Have fun with Cady on your little break. 

Janis clicks her phone off and blinks at the wall in confusion for a moment, before turning around and crawling back into bed next to her wife. 

“You find ‘em?” Cady asks, voice adorably rough with sleep. 

“The Plastics took them out for a spa day,” Janis says. “Apparently they got facials.”

“Hm,” Cady hums, already half asleep again. 

“So we have the morning to ourselves,” Janis purrs. “Whatever shall we do?”

“Sleep.”

“But-“

“Jayjay. We have twin toddlers. I wanna sleep in,” Cady begs. Janis can feel her resolve waver as Cady nuzzles into her chest and looks up at her, blinking those big, sleepy blue eyes at her pleadingly. Janis isn’t exactly well rested herself. 

“Fine,” she hums, rolling onto her back and pulling Cady on top of her. Cady peppers some gentle kisses against the crook of her neck in thanks. 

“I’ll take you back to bed later,” she whispers. Janis squeaks quietly, earning a breathy laugh against her shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis whispers, cradling her wife against her and drifting off for some much needed and deserved rest. 

——-

Cady did end up making good on her promise after a delightful morning of sleeping in, and they were nearly walked in on when the Plastics returned home with their babies. Damian and Aaron had a date day exploring the town, so luckily they had been saved from that particular bit of mortification. 

They quickly sort out their rumpled hair and get dressed before they head down to the living room. The Plastics instruct them to sit on the couch and close their eyes so the twins can surprise them with the new outfits they bought. 

“Are you guys ready?” Regina calls down the hallway. 

“Yeah!” Cady calls back. They hear the pattering of tiny feet as their daughters come running down the hall to find them. “Oh my goodness!” 

Janis breathes a sigh of relief that her babies are both in one piece, and smiles widely as Layla comes running over to show off her snazzy new outfit and pretty painted nails. “Hi, Bug! What did your aunties do to you?” 

“They picked their nail polish colors all by themselves,” Gretchen says. “Leo cried when she had to let go of the bottle, though. But we got cookies and everything was good then.” 

“Aww,” Cady chuckles. “Let me see, come here, Bee!” 

Leo runs over and does a spin, showing off her very fancy blue unicorn dress and sparkly blue nails. Layla has a matching dress, but her nails are red. 

“Woooow,” Cady says. “Did you pick these dresses, too?” 

“They might’ve had help,” Karen replies. “But mostly, yeah.” 

“Well, they’re lovely, good job,” Cady chuckles. Leo leaves for a second to go tug on Regina’s pocket. 

“Hi, honey, what do you need?” Regina asks. Leo does something with her hand, prompting Regina to look to Cady for an explanation. 

“She’s saying thank you, that’s sign language,” Cady replies. 

“Aww, you’re welcome!” Regina coos. Leo reaches for a hug from her aunties, so Regina hesitantly scoops her off the ground, unsure if this is the right course of action. Gretchen and Karen squish in on either side, making the baby giggle as she’s wrapped in a group hug. 

Gretchen shrieks when something else wraps around her leg, but upon looking down, discovers it to just be Layla trying to join. “Oh my god, Lala!” 

Layla waves when she looks down, as if she hasn’t just scared the wits out of all her aunties and her sister. Janis is laughing so hard she’s almost in tears watching the whole situation go down. 

Karen picks Layla up too, allowing her to join in the little love fest. None of them quite catch Cady sneaking a few pictures of the adorable scene. 

Leo wiggles her way down first, deciding she’s had enough and heading to show her mommy her new outfit and nails too. 

“Hi, Bee! What’s on your dress?” Janis grins, picking Leo up and resting her in her lap. She laughs as Leo makes a horse sound. “Yeah, I think that’s about what a unicorn would sound like. Can I see your nails?” 

Leo gently rests her tiny hand on top of her mommy’s, allowing Janis to inspect her glittery nail polish. Her hands and nails are still much too small to really be painted, but there’s neat blobs of blue on the end of each finger that work well enough. 

“That’s a very pretty color, you picked it all by yourself?” Janis asks, fluffing out the tutu on Leo’s dress with her other hand. Leo nods happily. “It’s so nice! Do you like it?” Another nod, and Leo gently taps her fingertip to make sure Janis is aware of the glitter. “I see, it’s sparkly! It’s perfect for the Fourth of July.” 

Cady sits down closer to them and leans into Janis’ shoulder, smiling at their daughter. “So… the Plastics got the two of us a hotel room for tonight. What do you think?” 

“Without them?” Janis asks in concern, looking at Leo. Cady nods. 

“Just for a night. Damian said he and Aaron would babysit.” 

“But…”

“We need a break, love,” Cady whispers. “We’ve only been away from them four times since they came home from the hospital.” 

“But I miss them,” Janis pouts. 

“I miss them too,” Cady says. “I love these two so much.” Leo giggles as she tickles her belly. “But I love you, too. And I miss having you to myself. Think of all we can do with a whole night.”

“Okay, yeah, we can go,” Janis says, seeming much more interested all of a sudden. Cady laughs. 

“That’s what I thought. I’ll go pack us a couple things.” 

—

The twins’ cribs get moved to Damian and Aaron’s room for the night, and Cady packs an overnight bag. With a quick cuddle, Janis and Cady leave with the Plastics while the babies are distracted. 

—————-

“Whoa,” Cady whispers as they walk into the lobby of their hotel. “Fancy.” 

“I fucking love having rich friends,” Janis says in delight. Cady thwacks her across the chest. “Ow.”

“Be polite,” Cady huffs. Janis pouts. “We’re not only friends with them for their money.”

“But it helps,” Janis says. Cady rolls her eyes and kisses her cheek. 

“You’re on thin ice.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it?”

“We’re alone for the night, keep at it and you might find out,” Cady hums casually. Janis flushes scarlet and looks at the ground with a flustered squeak. 

Cady gets them checked in and leads them to their room, and is immediately pinned to the very large bed by her wife. They’re both getting progressively more hot and bothered when there’s a knock at the door and Janis rolls off her with several mumbled profanities. 

Cady straightens her hair and clothes back out and answers the door, finding the Plastics on the other side. “Hey!” 

“Hey,” Karen replies. “We’re gonna go get dinner, do you wanna come?”

“No,” Janis pouts. 

“Sure,” Cady says at the same time, gently stomping on her wife’s foot. “Give us a second to get ready?”

“Take your time, they don’t even open for a while,” Gretchen says kindly. “Just not too much time, Janis.” 

“Hmph.” 

Cady closes the door and they both rush through putting on nicer clothes and doing their hair. Cady does some light makeup and kisses Janis on the cheek with a promise to continue their activities later, and they’re out the door. 

—-

“You guys are spoiling us,” Cady says as they sit across from the Plastics in their very nice booth in the dining room at their hotel. 

“We just haven’t seen much of you since the babies were born, we figured you might want a night off,” Gretchen says. “We’re glad you came.” 

“We are too,” Cady says. “We definitely need a break.”

“No we don’t,” Janis grumbles, still pouting about being so rudely interrupted. 

“Jay, my love,” Cady chuckles. “Those girls grew in me. I have the strongest connection to them out of anyone. And even I know they’re exhausting. We need a break every now and again, even if we miss them.” 

“But I miss them too much,” Janis whines. “I trust Damian and Aaron and all, but… they’re so little.” 

“And Damian understands that, he’s been around them enough to know what they need and want, they’ll be fine,” Cady comforts. “He’ll call if he needs us, but tonight is about us, come on.” 

Janis nods and takes a deep breath as she picks up their menu. Their waiter comes by to bring them their drinks and take their orders, and then they’re alone with the Plastics. 

“So tell us what’s been going on with you guys, I need gossip other than who has the worst behaved kid at daycare,” Cady says, leaning on the table and looking at their friends. 

“Actually, we did have… kind of an ulterior motive bringing you guys here,” Regina says. 

“Dude, you brought us to the nicest hotel in Illinois, an ulterior motive is the least of my worries right now,” Janis chuckles. 

“We’re getting married,” Gretchen says. Cady squeals excitedly and does a little tap dance under the table. “And we want to return the favor and have you guys as our maids of honor.”

“Of course!” Cady says. “Congratulations, oh my god! When did you get engaged?”

“We didn’t,” Karen says. Janis tips her head in confusion. “Not really. I just was like, ‘Hey, we should get married.’ and they said okay. And that was that.” 

“I mean, if it works,” Janis says with a chuckle. “Congratulations. Where are you doing it?” 

“Here,” Gretchen says rather sheepishly. “In October.”

“Did Karen pick that?” Cady giggles. Karen nods happily. “Cute!”

“We’re planning on a pretty big wedding, like, our whole extended families and everything,” Regina says. “That… understand us, anyway.” 

“That’ll be cool,” Janis says, understanding why Regina’s eyes have darkened a bit. Their food arrives then, and distracts them from the slightly heavy mood.

“So gimme all the details,” Cady says around a mouthful of carbonara. 

“Karen and I are the ones getting legally married,” Regina says. “For tax benefits.”

“Nice!” Janis laughs. “But the ceremony is for all of you?” 

They all nod. Gretchen says, “Kylie’s officiating, we’re just… adding another person to a pretty normal ceremony. And then Dylan is unfortunately our DJ for the reception.” 

“Fuck yeah,” Janis cheers, getting some dirty looks from the tables around them. She hunches in on herself in embarrassment. “Sorry.” 

“Nobody here cares, they just have to pretend to,” Regina shrugs with a chuckle. 

“Rich people,” Janis tuts under her breath. “Anyway, by here did you mean, like… here here?”

“Yeah. That was the ulterior motive, we wanted to check out some of the rooms and stuff beforehand,” Regina says. “And also try to bribe you guys into being our maids of honor.” 

“You don’t have to bribe us, we would absolutely have been anyway,” Cady says. She nudges Janis under the table in a ‘hush before I make you’ gesture before she can let out a disbelieving hum. 

“Doesn’t hurt though,” Regina replies teasingly. “Right, Janis?”

“Nothing! I mean, uh…” Janis says, obviously having zoned out and only hearing the last sentence. “What are we talking about?”

“Jay,” Cady says with a chuckle. “You’re a goof. Do you need a moment?”

“No, sorry. I was just… thinking about the girls again,” Janis mumbles sheepishly. Cady’s eyes soften in understanding and she leans in to give her wife a comforting kiss. 

“They’re gonna be okay, my love,” she whispers. “You know them. You know Damian. They’re perfectly fine.”

“I know,” Janis whispers back. “It’s just hard.”

“I know,” Cady says. She gently takes Janis’ hand under the table and gives a comforting squeeze. Janis squeezes back and shyly looks back to their company. 

“We get it,” Gretchen murmurs kindly. “It must be tough. Being away from them. We didn’t mean to drag you away if you didn’t want to come.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Janis says immediately. “You guys are right, we do need a break, it’s just…”

“They were premature,” Regina says with remarkable kindness and understanding. “You worry. If you’re not there you… can’t protect them. You have to trust someone else.”

“…Yeah.” 

“We get it,” Karen repeats. Janis gives them all a small, thankful grin and clears her throat. 

“Anyway, uh…” 

“Tell us how you guys got together again?” Cady interrupts, attempting to steer the conversation to a lighter topic. Janis gives her hand yet another thankful squeeze and takes another bite of her dinner. 

—————

Babies, unfortunately, only stay distracted for so long. Damian braces as Leo gets bored with her toys and stands up, wandering around to try to find her mothers. 

“Mee? Mee?” she calls in her squeaky little voice. “Mamamama?” 

“Your mommies left for the night, sweetheart,” Damian says gently. Leo turns to look at him. “They went bye-bye.” 

“Mamama?” Leo asks, as if to confirm they’re really not there. Damian nods, feeling his heart break as his niece’s lip starts to tremble and she falls to the ground in tears. She crawls to the front door, and starts crying harder when she notices there’s no car in the driveway. 

Damian goes to pick her up, closing the door and gently patting her back as she wails into his shoulder. 

“Mee!” she sobs desperately, pointing to the door. 

“Shh, I know,” Damian hushes gently. “They’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. They’d never leave you. You just get to spend the night with me and Uncle Aaron and then they’ll be back.” 

Leo wails again, weeping into his shoulder with more strength than Damian thought her little body could muster. 

“I know, I know, shh,” Damian says. He gently starts bouncing her up and down to soothe her and starts wandering around in a ditch attempt to get her to calm down. 

Eventually they make it to Aaron in the kitchen, where he’s making dinner. He’s well aware of their approach, since Leo’s crying can be heard from a mile away. 

“Have we been discovered?” Aaron asks his boyfriend. Damian nods and continues bouncing the baby. 

“She tried to find them and then noticed the car was gone,” he says. “She won’t calm down, I dunno what to do.” 

“I think she just needs to get it out,” Aaron says sadly. “A whole day without your moms is hard when that’s, like, a pretty significant portion of your life. She’s only one.” 

“But she’s so sad,” Damian pouts. “Makes me sad.”

“Just hold her,” Aaron says. “She’ll realize she’s okay soon.”

“Mmkay,” Damian says, gently hushing his niece. “Where’s your little… baby cork thingy.”

“Her what?”

“The… thingy,” Damian says, as if that clarifies anything. “That they suck on to stop crying.”

“Her pacifier?!” Aaron laughs. 

“Yeah!” 

“Baby cork,” Aaron tuts under his breath. “Check the other room.” 

Damian and Leo briefly disappear, and then return with Leo’s pacifier and Layla. 

“There!” Damian says. “No more crying and the other one isn’t dead.”

“Gold star, babe,” Aaron chuckles. “Dinner’s ready.” 

“What are we having?” 

“Butter noodles,” Aaron says. “I dunno how to feed babies, this seems like it probably won’t poison them.” 

“We just have to cut theirs up, I think,” Damian nods. “Sounds good, though, thanks honey.” 

Aaron helps wrangle the twins into their seats and gives each of them a bowl of the noodles, which have been cut into a safe size for their little mouths. He and Damian grab their own portions and sit across the table from them almost like a dinner date. 

Layla gets hers in her hair within thirty seconds, grabbing fistfuls of the mushy noodles and shoveling them in her face. Leo sits politely and doesn’t touch it. 

“What’s the matter, Leo?” Aaron asks. “You don’t want dinner?” Leo looks down at her bowl. “You wanna try some?” 

Leo hesitantly grabs a handful, squishing it between her fingers a bit and tasting it. She squeaks happily at the taste, but frowns at the texture coating her hand. Aaron quickly grabs a napkin when she holds her hand as far away from her body as she can and whimpers, before they have another tear fest on their hands. 

Leo looks at him in relief as he wipes the offensive pasta off her hand and thanks him in sign language. 

“You’re welcome, Lolo,” Aaron chuckles. “Come here, I’ll feed you. Little princess.” 

Leo seems much happier with this arrangement, sitting next to her uncle and accepting bites of her noodles off one of her baby forks. 

“She just wants to be clean, don’t judge her,” Damian says. “She’s like Caddy.”

“She really is,” Aaron agrees. He looks across the table to Layla, who seems to have gotten more pasta on her face than in her mouth and is wearing her bowl as a hat. “And that one’s Janis.” 

“Great,” Damian sighs. “Layla.” The baby grins impishly at him. “Don’t play cute, little missy. You made a mess.” 

“We probably should’ve fed both of them, to be fair,” Aaron laughs. “Can’t really expect a baby to eat by herself without making a mess. Do you want more, Lala?” 

Layla nods and does her sign for more, so Damian gently removes her hat and goes to get her another portion. 

“As much as I love your accessorizing, try to eat it this time instead of wearing it,” he says as he sets it on her tray. Layla grins again and digs back in. 

“Might be bath time after this,” Aaron hums. 

“Definitely.” 

—-

Layla is so covered in pasta by the end of dinner that a bath is an absolute necessity. Damian carries them up the stairs into Cady and Janis’ en suite and starts drawing them a bath. 

Aaron watches fondly from the counter as his boyfriend expertly keeps both babies in the tub and occupied while he washes their hair and scrubs them clean. It’s oddly domestic, in a nice way. 

He knows then that he’ll definitely be using the ring he brought before they leave.

—-

After bath time, the twins are lotioned and their hair is brushed before they’re zipped into their pajamas for the evening. 

They have a little bit of time before bedtime, so Damian turns on a movie and leaves them to play. Leo refuses to be put down with her twin, however, so she just cuddles with Damian and Aaron while they watch together. 

About fifteen minutes before it’s time for bed, Damian’s phone rings. Upon checking it, he finds it to be an incoming FaceTime call from Janis. Of course. 

“Hey, Jan,” he greets as he picks up. Janis looks very sheepish as she lies next to her wife on their very nice hotel bed. 

“Hi.”

“Couldn’t stay away?” Damian teases. Janis flushes further and nods. 

“They’re my babies, I miss them,” she pouts. 

“What are you guys up to?” Cady asks, leaning closer into her wife so she can see too.

“We’re watching a movie,” Damian replies, turning his camera around for a second to show that they’re watching Tangled. Layla makes an appearance as she toddles her way across the room. “Well, Leo and Aaron and I are. Layla’s exploring.” 

“Aww,” Janis chuckles. “Can we see them?” 

“Sure. Oh, Leo, what’s the matter, honey?” Damian says. Leo has tears in her eyes and gives a precious sniffle as she points to the TV before reaching for a hug. Damian looks to see they’ve reached the scene where Rapunzel is taken from her parents. “Oh, is the movie sad?” Leo nods. “Poor thing. Come here, you wanna say hi to your moms?” 

“Poor baby bee,” Cady coos sadly. “Hi, sweetheart! I miss you!” 

Leo perks up when she sees Janis and Cady on the screen and gives a delighted wave. Her moms both wave back and smile as she starts babbling about her adventures with her uncles. 

Layla comes running over when she hears their voices, crashing into the couch and falling backwards before Aaron picks her up and pops her next to her sister.

“Hi, Lala!” Janis laughs. “How are you, Ladybug?” 

Layla joins in the storytelling, eventually grabbing Damian’s phone from his hands to see better. Her mommy and mama are stuck in the screen, how can she get them out? 

Janis and Cady both laugh as they see her slide off the couch and start toddling around, still investigating the phone and telling them about her evening. Damian suddenly appears in the background with a teary Leo in his arms. “Layla, come back, honey! Leo wants to see your moms too!” 

“Oh, baby girls,” Janis says sadly when she sees the tears in Layla’s eyes as well. “We’ll be back tomorrow, it’s okay! We miss you too.” 

Layla accidentally hits the end call button and her mommies disappear. She looks at the phone in shock before she bursts into tears, toddling back to her uncle to show him the problem. She’s crying so hard she’s barely making sound, breathless with her desperate little sobs. 

“Oh no, did you hang up on them?” Damian asks sadly, pulling her into a hug. “We can call them back, it’s okay! Oh, lord, I hope it’s bedtime soon. Come here.” 

Damian returns to the couch and rests both very upset little ones on his lap. He brings Janis’ contact back up and gives her another call. She answers right away, seeming to know what happened the first time. 

“Oh no, baby loves,” Cady says sadly. Both babies stop crying when they hear her voice, and Damian visibly relaxes a bit. “What happened, sweethearts?” 

“Layla stole you guys and set this one off,” Damian explains, resting a gentle hand on Leo’s head. “And then she hung up on you by accident and got sad.” 

“Aww,” Janis hums sadly. “Poor things. Uncle Damian has you, you’re okay! Mama and I will be back tomorrow!” 

“Mee,” Leo says with a wave. 

“Hi, baby,” Janis chuckles. “Are you having fun with your uncles?” Leo nods. “Good. I miss you.” 

Damian lets the babies keep talking to their mothers for a while, holding the phone firmly in his hands to prevent any more incidents. Gradually, the babies start to slump down in his lap and their eyes grow heavy, and he decides to try ending the call for the night to put them to bed. 

“Give kisses, it’s bedtime for you little monkeys now,” he says gently. Each twin gives his phone a kiss and a wave goodnight. He thinks it’s gone well until he says goodnight himself and hangs up. Both of them immediately burst into tears yet again, reaching desperately for his phone. “Oh, this was a mistake.” 

—————

“See? They’re fine,” Cady says gently, lightly trailing her fingernails up and down Janis’ arm.  “They miss us too, but they’re safe. Damian and Aaron even gave them a bath. They haven’t been out of their sight since we left.” 

Janis takes a deep breath and nods, before rolling onto her side to face her wife and leaning in close for a kiss. Cady returns it, and hums into surprise when Janis sinks into it and tangles a hand in her hair. 

“We,” Janis murmurs in between kisses. “Have this whole room. This whole night. To ourselves. Don’t suppose you packed anything fun in that bag?”

“You know I did,” Cady gasps, grabbing her wife and pulling her back down.

“Tits.”

“I have those too.”

—————

Later that night, Damian is woken by a tearful, “Dedededede?” 

He opens his eyes expecting to see Leo calling for him, but is surprised to see Layla standing in her crib, cast in shadow and reaching out to him. 

“What happened, Layla?” he whispers, carefully climbing out of bed and heading over to see what the problem is. She has her pacifier and stuffed animal, and her favorite blankie. But she still whimpers and cuddles into his shoulder when he picks her up. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

Layla sniffles and wraps her little arms around him, clinging to him for comfort. Damian holds her in return and gently pats her back. 

“Come here, it’s okay. You can sleep with me and Uncle Aaron,” he offers. Layla whimpers again when he bends over to grab her things, thinking she’s about to be put back in her crib, but he gently hushes her once and she goes quiet. After a quick check to make sure Leo is still asleep, he carries his niece over to the bed and crawls in. 

Aaron rolls over in his sleep and tries to cuddle into him. He huffs in confusion when something blocks his way and pops an eye open. 

“That’s not ours,” he mumbles. “Why is she in our bed?” 

“She had a bad dream,” Damian defends, holding Layla closer. “She needs comfort.” 

“She can’t talk, how do you know she had a bad dream?” Aaron chuckles. 

“I just know,” Damian huffs. “Look at her, I couldn’t just leave her in there.” 

Layla, conveniently, rolls over, allowing Aaron to see her adorable little face as she clings to her stuffed elephant. 

“Aww,” Aaron whispers. “She looks so upset.” 

“See?” 

“Fine, she can stay,” Aaron chuckles. “Goodnight, Layla.” 

Layla waves, as close as she’s willing to get to a goodnight in her state. Aaron gently taps her elephant to get her attention. 

“Hey,” he whispers. Layla looks at him with an absolutely precious pout. “You’re safe, little one. Your moms will be back tomorrow, and Uncle Damian and I will protect you until then. We’ll keep all the bad dreams away, okay?” 

Layla sniffs and looks at him suspiciously. Aaron tucks her in a little tighter with her blankie and turns on the flashlight on his phone. Layla looks at the ceiling as he points upwards, rolling onto her back. Aaron props himself up on an elbow and holds his other hand over the light. 

“Look, it’s a bunny!” he says, making the shadow puppet bunny bounce around. “Or… maybe a doggy? Woof, woof!” 

Layla giggles quietly as the shadow dog barks. Aaron makes up a little story for her, and drags Damian into it when he needs more characters. Layla gradually drifts off to dreamland, her little head filled with her favorite animals instead of scary dreams. Aaron turns his light back off and rests his phone on his nightstand. 

“Do you have any idea how bad I want a baby with you now?” Damian whispers. “That was sickeningly adorable.” 

“You want kids?” Aaron replies in the same tone, rolling over carefully so he doesn’t wake the little one snoozing between them. 

“Yeah,” Damian replies. “At least one. Do you?” 

“Yeah. Sometime down the line, anyway.” Aaron says. “Did you know I’m adopted?” 

“No,” Damian says in slight shock. Aaron nods. 

“My birth mom was a teenager when she had me, and my bio dad wasn’t in the picture by the time I was born. She wanted me to have a better life, and stuff. That she… couldn’t provide. I was in the foster system until I was two,” he says. 

“Were your other siblings adopted too?” 

“Some of them,” Aaron nods. Damian was rather shocked to learn that Aaron is the youngest of seven children, and made several jokes about him being part of the Von Trapp family. “Ava, Owen, Alana, and I.” 

“Wow,” Damian says. “I had no idea.” 

“I didn’t think to tell you. They’re just… my family, you know? I don’t remember anything different,” Aaron whispers. “But I’ve always wanted to… pass it on, I guess. Adopt another kid. I don’t remember most of it, but I saw what the foster system did to my siblings. If I can stop that for one other kid, or at least help, then it’s worth it to me.” 

“I’ve always wanted to adopt too,” Damian says. “And thanks for telling me, now.” Aaron nods. 

“We’ll talk about this more later?” he whispers. “It’s two in the morning.” 

Damian nods with a grin. “Definitely.”

“Goodnight, honey,” Aaron whispers, carefully leaning across Layla to kiss his boyfriend. 

“Goodnight, babe,” Damian replies, kissing him back before he cuddles into the baby and drifts off to sleep. 

—————-

Janis and Cady get home around lunch time the next day, and follow the sounds of chaos to their daughters. 

Damian is evidently wrapping up bath time after some sort of fun activity. Leo is standing off to the side wrapped in her ducky towel while he finishes washing Layla’s hair. 

Janis sees this as a perfect opportunity to scare the wits out of her best friend. 

She starts tiptoeing into the room, preparing to attack, but she’s thwarted by a tiny gasp and a sweet little, “Hi Mommy!” 

Damian, Cady, and Janis all scream in delight and look at Leo, who’s peeking at Janis from under her duck hood. Leo jumps, startled by the sudden noise, and bursts into tears. 

“Oh no, baby girl,” Janis chuckles sadly. Leo toddles her way over for some comfort and cries into her shoulder. Janis picks her up and bounces her a little bit. “You just talked! I’m sorry we scared you, come here.” 

“Hi, my little ducky,” Cady murmurs, gently stroking the tears from Leo’s cheeks and kissing her forehead. “I missed you so much! And you’re talking so well, my big girl!” 

“Mama,” Leo sniffles, reaching a small hand out for Cady. 

“Oh, come here, sweetheart,” Cady says, smiling widely at her baby actually calling her Mama for the very first time. “Let’s go get you dressed, hm?” 

Janis kisses Leo’s cheek as Cady heads to their room. Layla is now wrapped in her froggy towel and comes running over to her. “Hi, Lala! I missed you soooo much! Did you have fun with Uncle Damian and Uncle Aaron?” 

Layla nods, and giggles as her mommy kisses her cheek before carrying her off to get dressed. Leo waves at her again as Cady pulls her shirt over her little head. 

“Hi, sweet girl,” Janis chuckles, waving back. Leo smiles and slides down to go find Damian again. “Well, that lasted long.” 

Damian comes back a few moments later with Leo. He sits down on the bed and holds his niece in his lap. “Okay, you can talk now. Say ‘uncle’.”

“Unca,” Leo parrots. Damian nods. 

“Close enough. Now say, ‘Damian’.”

“Dedede,” Leo replies. 

“Man,” Damian sighs. “How about Uncle D? Say uncle again.”

“Unca ‘gain,” Leo tries. Damian laughs and kisses her forehead. 

“Good job. Now say ‘D’.”

“Dee!” Leo crows happily. 

“Uncle D,” Damian coaches. 

“Unca Dee,” the baby echoes. Damian beams and tosses her in the air. 

“Yeah, that works. Okay, your mommies missed you, go say hi. We’ll play some more in a little bit.” 

Leo heads back to her family and wraps herself around Cady’s leg, sitting on her foot. 

“Hi, baby,” Cady chuckles. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Mama,” Leo explains. Cady nods slightly.

“Do you want me to hold you?” Leo shakes her head and cuddles into Cady’s shin. “No? Just gonna sit on my foot?”

Leo nods.

“Okay,” Cady giggles. “Hold on tight.” 

Leo laughs happily as Cady walks around, clinging to her mama’s leg and enjoying the ride. Cady laughs too, catching her other baby as she’s trying to crawl away from Janis as fast as she can in an attempt to escape getting dressed. 

Layla fusses as she’s captured and forced into some clothes, but she giggles as Janis tickles her belly and sets her down. 

“Man, what?” Cady says as Layla plops down on her other foot and holds on. 

“Cute boots,” Janis chuckles. 

“Thanks,” Cady grins back, striking a pose. “Made them myself.” Janis laughs and tries to pry one off her wife’s leg. They both absolutely refuse to let go. “Alright, come on.”

The babies both laugh as Cady attempts to walk downstairs, having to take swinging steps since she can’t really lift her feet. The stairs are a challenge, and she stops frequently to ensure they’re holding on tightly so they don’t fall off.

Cady looks down at her new shoes when they hit the bottom of the staircase. “You girls wanna go down to the beach?” They both nod. “Okay. Jay, can you grab the sunscreen?” 

“Yeah,” Janis says, grabbing it out of their beach bag and managing to pry a baby off of her wife. Layla fusses as she gets her sunscreen lotion put on, but she calms down when she gets to latch back to Cady’s leg and Leo is pried off. 

Once both babies and themselves are thoroughly protected from the sun, Janis grabs a blanket and her phone and opens the door for her wife. 

Very, very slowly, Cady shuffles her way down to the beach, holding hands with her wife and giving the occasional smile down at her daughters. Eventually, they make it, and Janis lies the blanket down on the sand. She sits on top of it, and Cady carefully eases herself down next to her. The babies finally release her legs and sit down on the blanket with them. 

“Here we go,” Cady says. “Gimme loves, bugs, I missed you so much!” 

Her daughters both grin and crawl over to give her cuddles. Cady smiles back and kisses all over their faces. 

“You know who I love most in the whole wide world?” Cady whispers, giving them even more kisses. “You,” she says, kissing Layla’s cheek. “And you,” she says, kissing Leo’s cheek. “And you.” She says, kissing Janis soundly. 

“I love you too,” Janis whispers against her wife’s lips. “And these two.” 

“You,” Leo says softly.

“What, Bee?” Janis says with a smile. 

“You,” Leo repeats. 

“What about me?” 

Leo huffs in frustration, trying to figure out how to explain what she doesn’t have the words for yet. She settles for cuddling closer into Cady with a sigh. 

“You love us too?” Cady asks quietly. 

Leo nods eagerly. “Luff you.” 

Janis blinks back tears, and hears a sniffle from her wife as she wraps herself around her family. 

“We love you so much,” Janis whispers. “So, so much.” 

They stay like that for the rest of the day. Damian drops off dinner for them, but nobody else intrudes on their day. Janis and Cady cuddle on their blanket while their daughters run to get some energy out, and they walk up and down the shore of the lake as the sun sets over it, hand in hand with the babies toddling between them. 

It’s a moment Cady and Janis will both remember forever.

—————

Three days later is the Fourth of July. Aaron grilled everyone cheeseburgers for lunch, and they spend the afternoon playing games on the beach and building sand sculptures along the shore. 

The fireworks show is just after sunset over the water, so everyone heads to change into more patriotic (and dry) clothing before they get going. 

“Look at my beautiful girls,” Janis says when Cady comes downstairs with the twins. Once they hit the bottom, she sets them down to go get Janis. “These outfits turned out perfect!” 

Leo grins happily as she makes it to her mommy and gets picked up. Janis laughs at her hairdo, one little ponytail on top of her head that turned out, ironically, like a little firework. Layla’s hair matches, but her ponytail has a blue bow on it while Leo’s is red. 

The bows came with their outfits, red and white striped onesies paired with blue shorts that Janis had insisted they buy because of, “The stupid little butt ruffles Caddy look!” but the little ones do look adorable. In spite of the butt ruffles. 

“Are you ready to go? We’re gonna go back to the beach to watch the fireworks,” Janis asks her babies as she holds them both. They both nod and smile as she kisses their cheeks. 

Cady kisses her wife and the top of each little head and heads upstairs to get herself ready, so Janis opens the back door and starts the short walk down to their friends. 

Aaron managed to get a fire going with exceptionally minimal help from Damian and the Plastics. Leo shrieks happily when she sees the bag of marshmallows they have to make s’mores with and wiggles to be put down so she can dig in. Layla, for once, is the one content to hang out on her mommy’s lap as Janis sits down in one of the empty seats. 

Cady comes down and finds the adorable scene of her wife and one of her daughters cuddling by the fire, while Regina reaches the other one how to make a s’more. Leo looks very concerned as her precious marshmallow is impaled on a stick and held over a fire. 

“Mama!” she squeaks happily when she notices Cady, making Cady’s heart melt again. She’s still not over her child actually being able to speak. 

“Hi, Lishy,” Cady says. “What are you doing?” 

Leo doesn’t seem to know what she’s doing, either. She simply points to the marshmallow she’s helping her auntie cook with a thoughtful look on her face. 

“I think it’s ready,” Regina says, pulling it back to examine it and finding it to be perfectly golden brown. “Yep.”

Leo watches as her marshmallow is squished between some yummy graham crackers and chocolate, and then her s’more is held in front of her mouth for her to taste. Hesitantly, she leans in and chomps down. 

She has to chew carefully, since she only has a grand total of five teeth, but her eyes widen and she looks as if she’s just tasted ambrosia. Everyone laughs as she grabs the rest of the s’more in her little hands and scrambles to take another bite. 

“Oh, we’re gonna have to watch you around sugar when you get older, aren’t we?” Cady giggles, leaning in to kiss a sticky cheek. “One of those five must be a sweet tooth.” 

Leo doesn’t answer, too occupied with her new favorite food to care about anything else. Regina just lets her have it and dig in, trying to pretend she doesn’t care about the sticky crumbs landing on her lap. 

Everyone gets temporarily distracted, until they hear a squeaky, “Mo’e? Mo’e?” and look back at Leo.

“You are that whole s’more?” Regina asks in shock, looking at the baby’s sticky little face. She checks the ground to make sure she didn’t drop it. 

“Mo’e?” Leo asks again, doing her sign too. 

“How big is your stomach?! That thing was, like, half your size!” 

“P’ease?” Leo begs, getting increasingly desperate. 

“Let’s cook you a hot dog, if you’re still hungry after some of that you can have more s’mores,” Cady says. Leo whines. “I know, I’m so mean. Come here.” 

“Mama,” Leo pleads. “Mo’e.” 

“You need real food first, baby,” Cady says lowly. Leo whines again and gives an unhappy wiggle. “Shh, I know.” 

“You want me to handle it?” Janis asks as Leo releases a very loud shriek for her size. Cady tries to keep a hold of the little tantrum tornado she has, to no avail. 

“You want to?”

“Does anyone?” Janis chuckles. “Come on, Bee.” 

Cady takes Layla as Janis takes Leo a bit further down the beach to handle the tantrum. “Hi, Bug.” 

“Lololo?” Layla asks in concern, looking at her mommy carrying her sister away. 

“She’s okay, baby love,” Cady says. “She’s just sad.” 

“Look at this, Layla,” Damian says, offering her a distraction in the form of a sparkler. “Hold it down here. Mama will help you.”

Cady carefully rests her hands on top of her baby’s to help her hold the sparkler, and Damian lights it for her. Layla looks at it in awe and shrieks excitedly. 

“Look at that, Ladybug, what is it?” Cady hums. She waves it around, bringing Layla’s arms with her. “What do you think?” 

Layla shrieks again, making everyone laugh. She continues staring at it until it hits the end and fizzles out. 

“Great, so I have a sugar fiend and a pyro,” Cady sighs. “You both really are like your mommy.”

“Just wait for the real fireworks,” Gretchen laughs. “Pyro’s heaven.” 

“Maybe I’ll get lucky,” Cady hums. “And you two will have a little bit more impulse control.” 

“Hopefully,” Damian hums under his breath. They all watch the fire for a while, before he looks up again and says, “Speak of the devil.”

Janis returns with a calmed baby, remarkably quick for their daughters’ tantrum standards. 

“Somebody,” she begins. “Learned a new word.”

“Uh oh,” Cady says. 

“A good word,” Janis huffs. “Come on.” 

Leo sheepishly heads to her mama when Janis sets her down. “Mama?”

“Yes, Leo?” Cady murmurs. 

“Sowwy,” Leo says quietly. “Sowwy, Mama.” 

Cady grins at Janis and pulls Leo onto her lap next to Layla. “I forgive you, baby. Thank you for apologizing. Let’s get you your hot dog.” 

Leo sniffles and settles in and watches as Cady starts cooking a hot dog for her and her sister to share. 

—-

There’s still a bit of time between dinner (and part of another s’more, somehow, in Leo’s case) and the fireworks show, so Cady sets the babies down to run and get their sugar high off. 

“Oh shoot, I left their headphones upstairs,” she says. 

“I got ‘em,” Janis says immediately. 

“Love, no, you-“

“Baby, it’s not a long walk back. Two minutes,” Janis says. “Not a problem.” 

“I’ll miss you,” Cady says. Janis laughs and bends to kiss her. 

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll be right back.” 

Cady watches as her little ones happily run up and down the beach, feeling the sand between their tiny toes as they work out how to use those chubby little legs. 

“Haha, hi!” she cheers when Leo crashes into her legs. “You’re so fast!” 

“Hi!” Leo replies happily. ‘Hi’ has rapidly become Leo’s favorite word. Someone always says it back.

“Hi!” Cady echoes. “Are you having fun?” 

“Fun!” Leo confirms. Cady laughs. 

“Good,” she hums. “Are you excited for the fireworks?” 

Leo tries to copy her again, but her newly speaking mouth can’t quite handle that many tricky syllables. So she just nods. 

“Good, they’ll start soon,” Cady chuckles. “Okay, go play, I’m right here.” 

Leo happily speeds off again, heading back to her sister to play something akin to tag. Cady giggles quietly as she hears Leo babbling, “Hi! Hi! Hi!” on her way back. 

Janis returns just before the fireworks start, sitting down next to her wife and watching their little ones toddle around in circles. “At least they’re entertained.” 

“Yeah,” Cady hums happily. The babies notice Janis is back and come running, but they’re interrupted by a flash of blue and a deafening boom over their heads. 

Both babies freeze and look up at the sky, watching to see if it happens again. A red one goes off this time, making Leo scream in fright and run back to her mothers. Layla watches it interestedly until the last sparkle fades and she continues her journey. 

She apparently was expecting that to be the end of it, because she jumps when another one goes off and yells, “Fuck!” 

Janis tenses, her eyes going wide as she looks at her wife. Cady has a terrified baby in her arms and her lip between her teeth in an attempt to keep from laughing. 

“This is your fault,” she giggles, looking to her wife. “Go get her, she’s scared.” 

Janis nods, cheeks still a truly spectacular shade of scarlet, and goes to pick up her baby. “Ladybug, good talking, but don’t say that word.” 

“Fuck?” Layla asks. 

“Don’t say that,” Janis says. She feels bad scolding her baby for saying her first word, but… “That’s a grownup word.”

“Fuck!” Layla yells. 

“Hey!” Janis replies. “Oh, man, you need a new word. Um… how about Mama? Let’s go get Mama.” 

“Mama,” Layla says innocently, pointing to Cady. “Mama.” 

“Yeah, that’s Mama,” Janis sighs. “There she is.”

“Hi, baby love,” Cady laughs, gently shifting a still teary Leo over and taking her other daughter. “Are you talking too?” 

Layla nods. “Mama.” 

“Yeah, that’s me,” Cady grins softly, kissing Layla’s little button nose. “Come here, let’s try these.” 

Cady takes the headphones Janis brought down with her and sizes them as small as they go before popping them on the twins. Leo pokes her face out from Cady’s shoulder when the scary loud noises stop. Layla giggles and holds on to the still too big headphones so they don’t fall off. 

Janis lays their blanket out over the sand, and smiles as her wife shifts to lay her head in her lap. Cady cradles a baby in each arm and smiles back at her wife. 

Janis spends more time looking at her family than the fireworks, watching the bright colors reflected in her babies’ eyes as they watch in awe and reminiscing about how far they’ve come in just a year. 

Last Fourth of July, the twins had only been out of the NICU for two weeks, and Cady was still deeply in the throes of postpartum depression. 

The fireworks had kept their newborns awake, and Cady had nearly snapped under the pressure. Janis barely managed to hold her together and convince her to take care of herself before they had a sleepover with the babies in their basement so the fireworks were muffled and everyone could finally rest. 

But now, a year later and with the help of counseling, Cady seems happier than ever, expertly comforting a frightened Leo and pointing to the fireworks as they go off and explaining the science behind all the different colors. 

Janis brushes the wispy hairs away from Cady’s forehead with a fond smile. Layla points to the sky with a, “Woooow!” and makes both of her moms laugh. 

“I know, look at that!” Cady says, matching their daughters’ excitement. She notices Janis staring at her then. “What?” 

“Nothing,” Janis murmurs. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cady grins. “But you’re gonna miss them.” 

“Fine by me,” Janis chuckles. “I got three little firecrackers of my own.” 

“You’re such a dork,” Cady giggles. 

Janis does look up in time for the finale, but still knows it has nothing on the faces of her family. She has all the excitement and beauty she could ever want right in her lap. 

It’s far past the twins’ bedtime by the time the fireworks display ends, so Cady gently leaves them to snooze on the blanket under the watchful eyes of the Plastics while she takes a walk on the shore with her wife. 

Janis is confused when she suddenly drags her backwards a bit, leaps onto her back so she can’t move, and claps a hand over her mouth. 

“Caddy-mmph!” 

“Shh, don’t ruin it,” Cady says. Janis makes a confused sound against her hand. Cady points a bit further ahead, and Janis is suddenly grateful for the hand over her mouth. 

Aaron is on one knee, proposing to her best friend, illuminated by the moonlight and a pathetic little sparkler Damian has. They can’t make out the words being shared, which they don’t mind. It’s a private moment. 

What they can hear is Damian screaming,  “Yes!” loud enough to be heard on the other side of the lake and Aaron’s laughter as Damian takes the ring out of the box himself and shoves it onto his own finger. 

“Lovey, are you crying?” Cady giggles quietly. 

“No,” Janis sniffles. “I have sand in my eye,” 

“Uhhuh,” Cady hums. 

“…My best friend is engaged!” Janis sobs suddenly. 

“That’s what I thought,” Cady says. “Shh, love, they’ll hear us. Don’t ruin the moment for him. Let’s go get the smalls to bed, let him tell you on his own.” 

“Okay,” Janis snuffles. “Aaron better have picked a good ring.”

“I’m sure he did,” Cady comforts. “They treat each other well, he knows what he’s doing. Now come on.”

Janis continues sniveling as she carefully scoops up Leo, having to try to contain herself so she doesn’t wake her daughter. Cady grabs Layla and starts heading back inside. The Plastics gather everyone’s things and extinguish the fire before they follow them. 

Janis ever so carefully gets the twins changed into their pajamas and undoes their ponytails before she rests them in their cribs and bends to kiss them goodnight. 

“Jan!” Damian says, somehow whispering and shouting at the same time as he slams the door open. “Sorry! But. Jan!” 

“What?” Janis whispers, pretending like she doesn’t already know. Damian motions for her and Cady to follow him out to the hallway. They both do with matching, knowing, grins. 

“Aaron proposed!” Damian squeals as soon as the door clicks shut behind them, brandishing a hand to show off his ring. His friends both tackle him in a hug, knocking him into the far wall and then to the ground. “Janjan, why are you crying?”

“I just have a lot of feelings,” Janis snuffles into his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“Congratulations, Dame,” Cady says. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Cads,” Damian grins. Cady kisses them both on the cheek. 

“I’ll give you guys some time to talk,” she whispers. “Come to bed when you’re ready, my love.”

Janis nods and continues clinging to her best friend. They’re a trio, they have been since high school and always will be. But she and Damian will always have a special bond, and Cady has never tried or even wanted to intrude on that. 

“I love you,” Janis sobs. 

“I love you too, Jan,” Damian murmurs. 

“Thank you.”

“For what?” 

“Everything,” Janis whispers. “Everything you’ve ever done for me. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t have the family I do without you. I wouldn’t… be here, without you. Thank you. I’m so happy for you. You deserve Aaron.” 

“Thanks, Jan,” Damian sniffles. They’re quiet for a moment, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional sniffle the other lets out. “You don’t have to be scared.” 

“I’m not!” Janis says, immediately defensive. Damian chuckles beneath her, and she crumbles. “How’d you know?”

“I know you,” Damian whispers. “It’s just like you and Caddy. No matter who comes into my life. Whatever family I have someday. I love them, but my heart always has room for you too.” 

“Platonic soulmates,” Janis whispers back. Damian nods against her shoulder. “Does this mean no more sleepovers?” 

“I mean, maybe not tonight,” Damian laughs. 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Sure, Jan.” 

Janis gives herself a reasonable amount of time to calm down before she pulls back and wipes her eyes. Damian grins at her and ruffles her already messy hair. 

“I love you,” he says. 

“I love you too. Go get your fiancé.” 

“Go get your girls,” Damian grins, standing and reaching a hand to help Janis. “Goodnight, Jan.”

“‘Night, Dame,” Janis grins, heading into her room and shutting the door behind her. 

Janis is deep in thought as she checks on her daughters and crawls into bed next to her wife. Her definition of family has changed as she’s grown up.

But now she knows she has two. The one in this room, and the one in the other rooms. Biological and found. 

And as she drifts off to sleep in her wife’s embrace, she knows. 

Both her families are perfect for her. 

And they always will be.

————

tadaaaa hope you enjoyed 

kinda got away from me but anyhoo

happy pride month and have a great day my muppets!

lots of love,

ezzy

[daddyjackfrost]

hey there babe 👉👈 dropping by to request a bokuto oneshot (because bokuto brainrot go brrrr) with him being the simpleton idiot that he is, showing off his s/o to his teammates (because that makes me weAK)

babe!!! my love!! you’re so right bestie

bokuto is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰

one bokuto oneshot coming right up for my wifie 😏

bokuto x f!reader

warnings: none :) himbo bokuto, fluff, aged up! time skip spoilers!!!!!

a/n: ASTER I AM SO SORRY PLEASE THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A WEEK AND I FORGOT AND THEN I FOUND IT AND THEN I WAS LIKE ‘how to write cute’ AND YEAH. IM SORRY IT WAS SO LATE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

You pulled down your blouse, anxious as you drove. 

The smell of the bento boxes in your truck made your stomach rumble, and you let out a small nervous smile. You had made bento boxes for Bokuto’s team, hoping that the food would help your first impression. Though you had been dating the outside hitter for almost a year, you had yet to meet his team. 

For the first couple of months, you both decided it was best if your relationship was kept lowkey, especially since Bokuto was a famous volleyball player and the last thing you wanted, was his image tainted. You knew your boyfriend was loved by many, men and women alike, and you were fine with keeping this quiet. 

You and Bokuto, and your families both knew you were dating, and for you, that was enough. For Bokuto, however, he wanted everyone to know. He wanted to flaunt you, show everyone that you were his and he was yours. He wanted to love you everywhere, he wanted to make sure you knew that he was proud of you and that he loved you outside the comfort of your home. 

You knew he did. There was no way he didn’t. Bokuto was the easiest man to read, and you loved that about him. 

The only thing that changed your mind was the conversation you had with Bokuto last night as he laid on top of you, his head resting on your chest. 

“ ‘m just sayin’ babe. My team will love you! I think you should meet them! They’ve heard so much about you, only fair there’s a face to the name.”

You choked on your water, staring down at Bokuto. Your eyes widened as he looked up at you with soft eyes. 

“Kotaro, what do you mean they’ve heard so much about me? You told them?”

Bokuto laughed and pressed kisses to your collarbone. 

“Of course, love! You’re my s/o, why wouldn’t I talk about you? Even my barber knows about you!”

You stared at the man with so much love in your eyes. Bokuto loved you, and he didn’t hide it from anyone. 

Why did you?

You pulled into the gym that Bokuto practiced in. It’s not that you were scared to meet his team, you were nervous as to what would happen after his team found out. You went to every game Bokuto played and you always sat in a seat he could see you in, and every time he made a nice hit, he would look towards you and smile. 

The media had tried to find this ‘mystery person’ but they gave up. Now, once the team found out, so would everyone else. 

And that scared you. 

You parked your car and slipped out, walking to your trunk. You grabbed the two bags that had the bento boxes and you quietly made your way to the gym. 

Bokuto had no idea you were coming, and you hoped that everything played out as you hoped. 

You walked down the dark hallways, walking straight to the gym that had your boyfriend in it. 

You turned a corner and immediately froze, stepping back into the shadows. 

“You seem awfully happy today, Bokuto.”

You didn’t recognize the deep voice that spoke, but you know it belonged to Sakusa Kiyoomi. Bokuto often talked highly of him, and you often watched his during matches, entranced with the way he moved. 

You leaned against the wall, hoping that Bokuto wouldn’t see you. 

“I am! Y/n said she had a surprise for me and I’m so excited to see it!”

Your lips pulled into a wide smile at the sound of Bokuto’s voice. He sounded so excited, and you hoped that this fulfilled his excitement. 

“You seem to really love this y/n.”

Your heart stopped, waiting for Bokuto’s answer.

“I do, Omi-Omi. She’s everything I’ve wanted and more! You know, I still get those butterflies in my stomach when she smiles.”

Your breath hitched and you tighten your grip on the bags, your fingers going numb at his words. Bokuto told you he loved you every day, but there was something endearing about hearing it behind your back, and so openly too.

Bokuto and Sakusa walked by you, walking right into the gym. You checked your watch. Their practice would end in ten minutes, and you wanted to show yourself before everyone left. With a deep breath, you quietly walked into the gym. You stayed against the wall and then walked up the bleachers, sitting down.

You put the bags down and kept your head down for a moment. You purse your lips, trying to see if your lip gloss was still on. You could hear volleyballs flying and slamming into the floor and the walls, and you could hear the loud chatter of the team.

With a deep breath, you lifted your head and laced your fingers together. You looked at the court and your eyes instantly met Hinata’s familiar ones. Hinata often came over with others Bokuto had gone to school with to play games or hang out. The orange-haired boy stared at you, blinked, looked away, and then looked back at you. His eyes widened and lightened up and he smiled, waving at you.

“Y/n-san!”

Your eyes widened as eleven heads turned to face you. Your face flushed and you lifted a limp hand, waving at Hinata. Your eyes shifted and met Bokuto’s wide surprised ones. You could see the way they shine and your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized that you did that.

You made Bokuto’s eyes shine.

“Baby!”

Bokuto threw the ball, running towards you. You didn’t even have time to blink before Bokuto was at the bleachers, leaning over to be closer to you.

Even though Bokuto was sweating, he still looked as breathtaking as ever. His hair was still up, some of it falling, his arms bulging in the tight shirt he was wearing, and his chest slowly heaved up and down. Bokuto smiled up at you, and you slightly leaned forward and smiled at him.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Wait, actually, don’t answer that. You’re here!” You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend. Beautiful and loving as he may be, but simpleton he would always be, and you would always love that about him.

You nodded as you used a napkin to dab away at the sweat on his face. “I’m here, ‘Taro.”

“What made you change your mind?”

Before you could say anything, Coach Foster blew his whistle. “Bokuto! Practice isn’t over yet!”

Bokuto smiled sheepishly at you and you tapped his cheek twice, smiling at him. “Go, finish practice and then change. You still have to introduce me to your team.”

Your words seemed to ignite something in Bokuto, because he blew a kiss your way, and then ran back. Your cheeks grew warm as you heard Atsumu Miya and Shion Inunaki tease Bokuto.

You made eye contact with black eyes, and when Sakusa gave you a very small smile before looking away, you relaxed. 

As soon as the manager blew his whistle, Bokuto was the first one in the changing room. This caused Atsumu to yell a loud “Slow down, loverboy!” which made you laugh.

You silently stood up and grabbed the two bags, walking towards the coach and the manager. You bowed and introduced yourself, handing them each a bento box.

When Bokuto flew out of the change room, his eyes landed on you laughing at something his coach said. Bokuto’s heart warmed at the sight. If his coach liked you, everyone in the world would like you, not that he had any doubt.

Bokuto skipped to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You paused mid-sentence, smiling at him, and then continued. Their manager laughed as she picked up a few papers.

“Your girlfriend is quite the storyteller, Bokuto.”

Bokuto's smile dropped as he heard his coach say those words. Horrified, Bokuto turned to your sheepish expression. “Please tell me you didn’t tell them that story, my love.”

Instantly, you put up your hands and shook your head. “NO! Never, ‘Taro, I would never.”

“What’s this secret story?”

You and Bokuto slowly turned and face face-to-face with Shugo Meian, Bokuto’s captain. You and Bokuto both hastily shook your heads, hands up as you spoke at the same time.

“Nothing!”

Hinata and Atsumu both grinned as their eyes met yours and you gulped.

Bokuto cleared his throat and pulled you close. 

“Team, this is my s/o, Y/n!” You smiled and bowed. The team all smiled at you, bowing their heads.

You saw Hinata eye the bags by your feet and you gasped. “I forgot! I, uh, made some food for all of you! I didn’t know what everyone liked so I made a bit of everything.”

The team all thanked you as you handed each one of them a bento box. You smiled and laughed and conversed with everyone with ease, and Bokuto watched you with adoring eyes. 

He stood a few steps away from you, giving you space as you got to know his teammates. He stood with his arms crossed, a soft smile on his face. 

He loved you so much.

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since i feel bad, here’s a cute pic of bokuto

cutie

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[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Purgatory

this isnt a request (i’m still recovering from Session 7 lmfao), just some brainrot that just would not go away lol

my interpretation of Skizz arriving in the afterlife after permadying

… 

  Skizz sits bolt upright with a scream, breathing so fast that he’s essentially hyperventilating. His face and body are drenched; whether in sweat or in blood, Skizz doesn’t know. He cries out in fear, the image of Grian bearing down on him with a sword still stuck in front of his vision. 

  “Hey, hey, it’s okay!” comes a familiar British voice. “It’s okay, you’re safe. You’re safe. Just breathe, take deep breaths.”

  Eventually, Skizz manages to calm down, breathing deeply. Now able to register his surroundings, he realises he’s sitting in a completely blank world, with a pure white sky that seems to stretch on for miles and miles. Realising that someone is rubbing his shoulder, he glances up and his eyes widen in shock as he sees who it is. “J-Jimmy? Wh-What…?”

  “Welcome to the land of the permadead,” says Jimmy, giving a sad smile. “It’s pretty quiet here at the moment but at least there’s no mobs, no war, nothing like that. At the very least, we’re safe here.”

  “Wh-Why are you being so nice to me after I killed you?”

  “Well…” Jimmy thinks for a moment. “Dunno, I’m not really the kind of person to hold grudges. Plus, I woke up here in a similar state to you but it took me ages to recover because nobody was here to comfort me. I didn’t want anyone else to go through that.”

  “Oh…” Skizz feels a pang of guilt. “I… uh… I’m sorry. For killing you.” 

  “I don’t think it’s me you have to apologise to,” Jimmy chuckles, inclining his head.

  Skizz glances in the direction he indicated and his stomach drops as he spots Cleo standing a little way off, arms folded and a steely look on her face. “Oh god, oh god, oh god… A-Are you gonna hurt me...?”

  Cleo maintains her hard stare for a moment before shrugging. “Meh. I was gonna, but I would’ve done the same thing in your position.” A grin appears on her face. “Besides, your reaction just now and the look of absolute terror on your face when you saw me was delicious enough. Just know that you’re on thin ice, cuz I can and will attack you if I don’t like the things you say.”

  “Well, this is a great start to the afterlife,” Skizz mutters, keeping a wary eye on Cleo. “So what is this place? Hell?”

  “No, lucky for you,” Cleo responds.

  “It’s more like purgatory,” says Jimmy. “Except we can see what’s going on back at the server. That’s how I knew you’d died before you arrived here.”

  “Wait, we can watch what’s going on? How?”

  Jimmy points to a small pool of water, surrounded by stones of various sizes. “That thing. I don’t know what it’s called but you say who or what you want to see and it’ll show you.”

  Without hesitating, Skizz rushes to it and looks into it, gripping the edges as if his life depends on it. “Show me Impulse.” 

  The pool shimmers for a moment. 

  “Please be okay, please be okay,” Skizz murmurs worriedly. 

  After a while, an image appears in the water, an image of Impulse… 

  …sitting in the crastle with Grian, Scott, and Scar. 

  Skizz stares at the shimmering image in horror. “I-Impulse, what are you doing there? What are you doing with THEM?! Grian killed me and you’re just sitting around with him, eating marshmallows?!”

  Cleo and Jimmy exchange a look, as if to say you gonna tell him or should I?

  Finally, Jimmy steps up to Skizz and resumes rubbing his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Skizzle. Impulse betrayed the Red Army. He’s been playing all sides all along but in the end, he chose the Crastle Alliance over you.”

  “No…” 

  Skizz momentarily stops breathing as a particular memory from the seconds before he died comes back to him. “Oh god… He… He was there. Impulse was there when I… when Grian killed me. He j-just watched me die…”

  “I’m so sorry,” Jimmy murmurs. “I can’t imagine how-.”

  “He’s supposed to be my best friend!” Skizz yells suddenly, wrenching away from Jimmy and storming away a few steps, fists clenched. He has to force himself to look down at the ground; if he looks at either of the other people here, he might involuntarily attack them. Even though he’s technically not a “red lifer” anymore, he can feel the same fury and hatred as he experienced on 3rd Life building up in him now. 

  “Skizz-,” Jimmy starts. 

  “No, forget 3rd Life!” snarls Skizz. “You don’t just stand there and watch someone you’ve known for decades bleed out on the floor without AT LEAST trying to comfort them as they die! Right?! Am I being unreasonable?!”

  Jimmy hesitates but Cleo shakes her head. “No, you’re not. One thing I have to give you credit for is that at least you stayed with me as I died. And I’ve known you for, what, a month. At most.”

  “Exactly!” Skizz throws out his arm towards her. “I-I just-! I just don’t understand why he would do this…!”

  His anger spent already, he drops to his knees and buries his face in his hands. Normally, he’d be ashamed to cry in front of people he doesn’t know very well. But in this case, he can’t help it and he doesn’t really care. All he can see in his mind’s eye is the cold face of his best friend, just watching him die terrified and in pain. 

  And all Jimmy can do is keep comforting Skizz, unable to think of something to say that would make things better. Even Cleo, with her grudge against Skizz for killing her, is sympathetic; she knows how it feels to die surrounded by enemies. 

  Finally, Skizz rises shakily to his feet and goes back to the pool. “Show me Martyn,” he whispers.

  The image changes to the area at the back of Renchanting, still within the Dogwarts walls. Martyn is kneeling next to a small gravestone, scooping dirt onto a body-shaped mound in front of it. Even from this angle, the writing on the gravestone is clearly visible: “Here lies Skizzleman, loyal bannerman and much loved friend”. 

  “He… He retrieved my body and buried me?” Skizz’s voice cracks as he reaches out to touch the water, as if he can reach through it and comfort his friend. “Oh, Martyn… I’m so sorry for leaving you, Ren, and Etho all alone…”

  In the ensuing silence, Jimmy quietly says, “Looks like we all got burials. Scott buried me in the flower fields and Bdubs buried Cleo near the first house they shared together.” 

  “Something tells me the further we get into the game, the fewer burials we’ll see,” says Cleo sombrely. “We’d better “enjoy” it while we can.”

  While the idea of “enjoying” one’s own burial is a little strange, Skizz can’t keep his eyes off the beautiful memorial his friends have made for him. Though he would give anything to be back there alive with them, he’s comforted by the knowledge that he made an impact. That he didn’t let himself be walked all over until the end. He fought back and he made a difference and thus he’s being honoured by his comrades in death. 

  “Hang in there, guys,” he murmurs. “I believe in you.”

[kuroopaisen]

distractions || kuroo tetsurou

➵ you’re determined to distract your boyfriend from his uni work. you’ve got a foolproof plan as to how. 

wc: 2k

warnings: f!reader, 18+, established relationship, unprotected sex (mentions of birth control), cursing

a/n: kuroo brainrot. that’s all. 

One of Kuroo’s hands lies on the inside of your thigh, his fingers running over the skin slowly. He seems totally unaware of the effect he’s having, scrolling through page after page of some bullshit about ‘breaking even’ and ‘sunk cost fallacies’.

That holds absolutely no interest for you. Not when something significantly more exciting is on your mind.

You glare at him from the corner of your eye.

It doesn’t help that he’s just sitting there, looking hot as ever in red sweatpants and a loose black shirt.

You’d initially thought, perhaps, that he’d be teasing you for wearing nothing but one of his shirts. It’s one of his, a ratty old black shirt that he’s said that you look both aggravatingly cute and unfairly hot in.

But he’s been staring at his damned laptop for the past hour, only taking a break to get up and pee.

You’d had nothing to do except absent-mindedly scroll your phone for that duration. Sure, you could’ve done some uni work, or perhaps even done something ‘fun’ for a hobby.

But you hadn’t felt like it. So you didn’t.

And now you’re horny.

You sigh, crossing your legs in an X-shape. It hikes up a little around your thighs; something that usually captures your boyfriend’s attention with ease.

He’s not paying attention.

An idea pops into your mind. Something that Kuroo would absolutely be down for. And something you’d wanted to try for a while now.

You scoff, propping yourself up on your knees. Kuroo still takes no notice.

“Tetsu?”

“Mhm?”

You grab his laptop, closing the lid and placing it on the bedside table.

“Hey!” Kuroo chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. “What’re you doing?”

“I want to ride you.”

At those words you straddle him, settling yourself comfortably on his lap and slipping your hands under his shirt.

He blinks at you for a few seconds, eyes wide and round. But in true Kuroo fashion, that surprised expression melts into one of smug satisfaction.

He takes his shirt off and tosses it aside.

“I’m usually the one on top,” he chuckles, smoothing his hands over your outer thighs.

“And?” You hum, pressing a kiss to his neck. He hums in response, one hand moving down to grab your ass.

“I don’t know if you have the stamina,” he grins.

“I’ve put up with you for this long,” you smirk, your lips moving down his neck. “That’s got to count for something.”

He laughs at that, letting his eyes flutter shut as you begin to nip at the skin on his collarbone. You know what he’s like – he wears his hickeys proudly, so long as they can be hidden from his professors.

“What’s brought this on?” He asks, his voice beginning to roughen.

You raise your head to glare at him. “Really? You have no idea?”

He tilts his head at you, genuine confusion clouding his eyes.

“You’ve been fondling my thighs all morning,” you huff, glaring at him.

Kuroo cackles, lifting a hand to smooth over your cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t even notice.”

“You didn’t even notice?!”

“I was studying,” he grins.

“So, what? You were just fondling them for emotional support?”

“Sounds about right.”

“I hate you.”

“You just said you wanted to, and I quote, ‘ride me,’” he smirks. “Or is hate sex something you’re into? You never told me about that kin—”

“Shut up,” you mumble, pressing your lips against his.

He complies.

You grind against him, earning a soft moan from the back of his throat.

His dick’s already beginning to harden up. Your heart speeds up at that realisation. Even now, the fact that you’re the one who turns him on so easily makes you all flustered.

He kisses you again, deep and hot and hungry.

You keep grinding against him, letting a few gasps and moans escape your own mouth. His hands slip down to your ass, pulling you closer to him. You yelp, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Oh, fuck.

He’s so close to you, so hard, so ready.

If you wait any longer you’re going to lose your damn mind.

Your lips brush against his ear as you smirk. “Tetsu,” you moaned quietly. “I need you inside me now.”

He gulps, his grip tightening on your ass. “Do you want me to get a condom, or…”

“It’s fine,” you breath, shaking your head. You’ve been on birth control for the past few months.

His face lights up and you can swear his eyes start sparkling.

You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “That excited, huh?”

He grins. “You aren’t?”

He’s teasing, but there’s something you can only describe as ‘eager reverence’ in his eyes.

The next few moments are spent trying to get him out of his sweatpants; you’re leaning this way and that, he’s trying to wriggle out of those blasted trousers without having to get off the bed.

Somehow, he manages to get everything off, his dick bright red as it springs up.

An ache pulses in your abdomen as you look at it. You’d learnt very quickly that you had to take things slow with Kuroo – he’s big, after all.

But you’re both eager.

Your remember that as you position yourself over his cock and start to sink onto it.

“Fuck,” you breath, grasping at his shoulders. “You’re so big.”

You shudder as you settle down on his length, letting his cock stretch you out.

He grins. Even he’s a sucker for praise. “Yeah?”

You nod, adjusting yourself on his lap. He takes a sharp breath at that, grasping at your ass again.

“You alright?” You chuckle, knowing full well what that noise means.

“You’re so warm,” he mumbles, kissing your neck. “And tight.”

You grin, leaning your head back to give him better access. “Can I move?”

“Mhm,” he sighs, teeth grazing the base of your neck.  

You shift again, pressing your pelvis closer to his. Your knees are propped to either side of his thighs, holding you up.

You set a solid pace, this new position allowing you to rub your clit against him as you ride his cock. Kuroo’s head lolls back for a moment, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted.

You take a moment to admire his body for a moment – taut, tanned, muscular.

His golden-brown eyes flutter open, darkening in a now familiar way. You smile at him, running your hands over his chest.

“Get this off,” Kuroo growls, tugging on the hem of your shirt. “I want to see all of you.”

You blush, but you tear it off your body as quick as you could while continuing your movements. You settle your hands on his shoulders again, gripping into them tightly in an attempt to ground yourself.

Kuroo runs his hands over your hips, up your waist, over your boobs. Your skin tingles under his touch, making you shiver.

“I love your body,” he breaths, thrusting up into you instinctively.

You gasp as he goes deeper, clenching around him as your cheeks redden at his words.

“Shit, sorry,” he chuckles.

“It’s fine,” you gasp, “it’s good.”

There’s an unrelenting ache in your thighs, but you don’t want to stop.

One of Kuroo’s hands slinks between the two of you, seeking out your clit. You gasp at the sensation of his thumb pressing roughly against your clit, rubbing in coarse, haphazard circles.

“You alright?” He grins, voice deep and laden with lust.

“Feels so good,” you breath, rutting against him.

He makes a noise not unlike a growl.

“Are you gonna cum?” You can hear the pride in his voice. He loves making you cum, and he loves feeling you cum on his dick most of all.

“I-I think so,” you shudder, your thighs burning from the amount of work they’ve done today.

“Then cum for me,” he growls in your ear.

You moan, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” he growls.

“Fuck, Tetsu,” you breathe. “You feel so fucking good.”

He chuckles, tilting his chin up so his lips could meet yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You sigh into the warmth, the coil in your stomach tightens.  

“I love being inside you,” he mumbles against your lips. “Fuck, baby, you…”

You let yourself go. “Don’t stop,” you gasp, “please, don’t stop.”

Warmth spreads through your body, a pulsing wave of pleasure that makes you dig your nails into his shoulders.

You moan, deep and long and honest. Everything feels all floaty for a moment, and yet your limbs feel so heavy. You collapse against him, your head falling onto his shoulder.

Kuroo understands immediately. He’s familiar with the look you’d just had on your face, after all.

He cups your head, his other hand grabbing your ass. He pulls you close, making your breath hitch in your throat. He thrusts up into you a couple of times, before flipping you over gently.

You yelp in surprise but lift your pelvis up as best you could.

He’s on top now, fucking you with his usual voracity. He never means to be rough, and you’re not even sure if what’s happening right now qualifies as ‘rough sex’. But his thrusts are deep, fast, hungry.

You know it’s because he’s been holding back, because you know he always tries to make sure you finish first. But he wants you – wants to be close to you like this, to let himself lose control with you.

You want that, too. Knowing you’re the one to make him lose his damn mind? Fuck, that’s hot.

He’s hot. And he’s bare inside of you. The thought alone is almost enough to make you cum again.

“Tetsu,” you moan, clenching around his dick. “Tetsu, I want you to cum in me.”

“Holy shit,” he hisses. “Fuck, are you sure?”

“Please,” you beg, “I want to feel you.”  

“Fucking hell,” he groans, burying his face in your neck. His pace speeds up, hungry and desperate. You know exactly what that means.

A few more rough, sloppy thrusts and he lets out a long, deep moan. God, what a beautiful sound.

His dick pulses against your walls as he reaches his high, chasing it with a sharp, shallow strokes.

A few more moments of thrusting and moaning and he slows to a stop, hot breath fanning over your next.

He lifts his head up to look at you, a slight tremble in his arms.

“Guess I always come out on top,” he grins.

You stare at him for a moment, a horrible realisation settling over you. “Was that… a pun?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“Get out?”

“Of you?”

“Of my house.”

“Uh, I think you mean our hou—”

“Nope. You’ve lost your privileges.”

He chuckles, pulling out of you with a contented sigh. “We should do that more often.”

“Sex?” You ask, tilting your head at him. “Or me on top?”

“Both,” he answers instantly, kissing your forehead. “Definitely both.”

“You sure?” You giggle. “I thought you always ‘come out’ on top.”

“I don’t think you understand just how hot that was,” he grins. “Also, fuck.”

You blink at him, following his gaze down your body.

Oh.

You can feel his cum dribbling out of you. You realise, not without a hint of frustration, that it might stain the sheets.

“You should probably have a shower,” Kuroo teases.

“It’s your fault,” you mumble, sitting up straight.

“Hey, you begged me to do it,” he grins, leaning in close to you.

Your cheeks flush. He wasn’t wrong.

Kuroo cackles. You punch him in the chest lightly even though you know such a move is futile. He grabs your fist playfully, tugging you towards him. You comply, wrapping your free arm around his neck and pressing yourself against his chest.

Bare chest to bare chest. Something about that almost feels as intimate as what you’d just done. Almost.

He lets your hand go, bringing one of his own up to cup your face.

Kuroo gazes at you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. “Thanks for trusting me.”

You know what he’s talking about immediately.

“We’re dating,” you giggle. “And we have been for a while.”

“I know, but…” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I love you.”

You smile, your heart hammering in your chest. “I love you, too.”

He kisses you again, surprisingly chaste.

“But,” you grin, running a hand through his hair, “we should probably have a shower.”

[tickly-trashcan]

Bonsai {AkiRai}

A/N: using a gif cuz im lazy BUT i needed to get my emotions out because these two have been giving me the biggest brainrot lately and I cannot stress enough just how much i love them. I BEG if you havent watched the show yet you should definitely check it out, it’s only 12 episodes but it’ll get you in the feels. anyway i’ve talked long enough, hope you guys enjoy this one!

Summary: Akihito has been put in charge of taking care of Mirai’s bonsais. He fails to properly take care of them, ruining all of Mirai’s hard work. How will she get her revenge?

Word Count: 1.6k (under the cut)

“You’re so unpleasant!” Mirai wailed, storming out of the literary clubs room. Akihito ran after her, calling her name.

“Kuriyama, I’m sorry! You know I’m not good with plants!”

Mirai had been sick for the past week and away from school, so her bonsai in the literary clubs room had been left in the care of Akihito. Akihito had been left with minimal instruction due to Mirai being the one who normally takes care of the plants being sick, Mitsuki being absolutely no help, and Hiroomi being too interested in Akihito’s underarms to assist.

So, as a result, he had over groomed, over watered, and just overall ruined Mirai’s bonsai that she had spent months taking care of and making sure were in top condition. She had also spent most of her rent money on them in the first place, and she was more than upset knowing that she would have to buy more now.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Kanbara!” She whined, tears burning in her eyes as she ran up to the rooftop, the place where she had first met Akihito…

It seemed like so long ago, when Akihito had first seen Mirai standing on the rooftop. He had predicted wrong what she was planning, but still he ran up to the bespectacled beauty to try and talk her out of it.

“Someone who looks as good in glasses as you simply must not die!” He had yelled, fists clenched in determination as he watched the strawberry-blonde turn her head.

“How unpleasant,” She had muttered dryly, jumping towards Akihito. Before he could even react, he felt something pierce his chest, and when he looked down there was a sword made of blood stabbing him.

He felt pain searing through his chest, but he still managed to will himself to speak, clenching the sword with one hand.

“Can you do something about this sword, please?” He asked, a small grin on his face.

Mirai had looked at him with a mixture of shock and horror as the immortal boy only chuckled to try and off-set the pain. Yes, that had been how they met, and slowly they had managed to become friends, and now they were something even more.

Mirai shoved open the door to the rooftop, holding it shut behind her as Akihito tried to force it open.

“Please, Kuriyama, I’m really sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!”

“You won’t do it again because I’m never speaking to you again! Never ever ever!”

Akihito managed to push the door open and squeezed through onto the rooftop, Mirai already running away from him again. Akihito grabbed her wrist and held on as she tugged, trying to escape him as he begged for her forgiveness.

“I’ll get you new bonsai, then we can raise them together!”

“I don’t want to raise anything with you, Plant-Killer! You murdered Risa and Kenichiro!”

“You named your bonsai?!”

Mirai finally shook her wrist free of Akihito and pushed him, knocking him over. As he fell backwards he grabbed onto her again, pulling her down with him.

They fell down, Mirai on top of Akihito as she immediately sat up, staring at him angrily.

“How unpleasant!” She wailed again, her signature catchphrase having been stated many times in the literary club already. Akihito sighed, rubbing his now sore head as he was about to speak another apology to her, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a surprised yelp.

Mirai angrily dug her fingers into Akihito’s sides, scribbling around as he threw his head back, laughing loudly as she attacked him.

“K-Kuriyahahahahama! Dohohon’t! I said I was sorrehehehehe!”

“Save your apologies, Plant-Killer! They mean nothing to me!” She yelled over Akihito’s growing laughter as she now dug into his ribs, rubbing her knuckles in them in the way she knew drove him absolutely crazy.

He squirmed beneath her, squeezing his arms against his sides in an attempt to squash the sensations, but only ended up trapping Mirai’s hands in one of his more sensitive spots. He was smiling widely as laughter poured from his lips, panicked and loud.

Mirai continued to pout as she tickled poor Akihito, her anger far from vanished as Akihito cackled beneath her, squirming to try and get out of her grip. He threw his head back and shook it around, kicking his legs and digging his heels into the ground as she continued to messily scribble along his ribs, creeping up closer to his upper ribs as Akihito squeaked.

“Kuriyama! Not thehehehere!”

“You deserve it and you know it!” Mirai exclaimed indignantly, digging her hands under Akihito’s arms, making him screech unflatteringly as he squeezed his arms tighter to his sides, trying to block out the sensations but only managing to trap Mirai’s hands in his worst spot.

“StahahaHAHAHAP! Not thehehehehere, plehehehease!!”

“You’re so unpleasant!” Mirai blubbered, her voice breaking. Akihito was too busy laughing his head off to try and comfort her, but he desperately wanted to. He knew how upset she was, all he wanted to do was to tell her that he was going to make it up to her, but with her currently tickling the living hell out of him, he wasn’t able to do much.

It wasn’t like tickling was new in their relationship. Ever since Mirai had found out the other part of the reason why Hiroomi always stuck his hands under Akihito’s arms, she had always used it when she wanted to mess with Akihito. 

That said, Akihito had recently discovered that Mirai was just as ticklish as he was, and it had helped him get out of certain situations with just a few pokes and an exclamation of “How unpleasant!”

With a ridiculous amount of willpower, Akihito managed to move his arms from his sides, flinching a few times as they desperately wanted to clamp back every time Mirai scribbled harder or delicately pinched the sensitive flesh. He reached up and grabbed onto Mirai’s sides, making her squeak. Still laughing, Akihito squeezed his hands, successfully making giggles pour from Mirai’s lips.

She retracted her hands from his body and used them to try and pull his hands off of her own, squealing as she turned from side to side, Akihito sitting up after catching his breath.

“Kaha - Kanbara! You’re beheheing-”

“What? Unpleasant? Well, I’m gonna keep being unpleasant until you forgive me,” He said, a small smirk on his face. He rubbed his thumbs into her hipbone, making her squeak and double over with high-pitched, girlish laughter.

“Hehehehe! Plahahahant-Killer!” She repeated, and Akihito only chuckled, making her whine.

“Dohohon’t laugh at me!” She howled, throwing her head back when Akihito started to scribble his fingers over her tummy, spidering over the sensitive torso.

“Forgive me, Kuriyama~?” He said in a whiny tone, only making Mirai giggle more at his antics. She laughed and shot her hands back at Akihito, tickling under his arms again as he choked on a laugh, crumpling forward slightly and squirming as laughter started to spill once more from his own lips.

“I’ll nehehehever forgive youuuu!” She declared, laughing brightly like a small child as Akihito laughed with her, creeping his fingers up to her lower ribs where he knew he would get a good reaction. Mirai jerked, more bubbly laughter filling the air around them as her own tickling on Akihito weakened, her upper arms now clamped to her sides, which made it difficult to tickle Akihito.

“Juhuhust say it!” Akihito laughed, and Mirai shook her head. Akihito began to knead her lower rib cage, making her positively squeal as she fell forward, leaning against Akihito as she squirmed madly, pulling her hands away from Akihito again to try and keep him from tickling her.

Akihito panted as he continued to knead her ribcage, rubbing his thumb in circles as her laughter grew in volume and pitch. She wasn’t expecting the tables to have turned as they did, but she probably shouldn’t have expected any less of the half-youmu who was currently tickling her to pieces.

“Alrihihihight! I f-forgive yohohohou!” She finally exclaimed, having had enough of the tickles on her ribs. Akihito stopped, smiling softly at her.

“H-How unpleasant,” She said quietly, and squeaked when she felt another poke at her side.

“Let’s not look at it in a negative way, now you can get some new bonsai and we can raise them together,” Akihito offered, and Mirai blushed, turning her head as she took off her glasses to clean them, a nervous habit of hers.

“It’s easy for you to look at it in a positive light, Plant-Killer,” She huffed, and Akihito sighed, though he couldn’t fight back the amused grin on his face.

“Is that my new name now?”

“Yes.”

Akihito chuckled softly, watching as Mirai put her glasses back on and adjusted them with her thumb. Akihito shyly pecked her cheek when she finished adjusting her glasses, making her face heat up as she sputtered.

“Y-Y-You! Don’t do that, meanie!” She whined, pounding her fists against Akihito’s chest as he laughed.

“Alright, I won’t,” He said, a lilt in his tone that made Mirai suspicious of him even more. “Can you get off of me though? We can go get more bonsai now if you want.”

Mirai quickly got off of Akihito, brushing herself off as he helped himself up, rubbing the back of his head again that was still somewhat sore from the previous fall. He reached his hand out to Mirai, who looked at him hesitantly. He smiled gently at her, the smile that he knew she would never be able to refuse, and she took his hand.

“Do I get to name one of the bonsai since we’re gonna be raising them together?”

“S-Stop making it sound like we’re parents! And no, they’re my bonsai so I get to name them,” Mirai huffed, and Akihito snickered.

“Our bonsai.”

[ddmilo]

Wholesome MC and Luke Headcanons !!

Content: GN! MC and Luke

Featuring MC as an older sibling/parental figure to Luke!

Lately, I’ve been obsessed w/ the idea of MC being a figure that Luke looks up to so...

Here is my MC and Luke brainrot!!

First things first, he hangs out with you ALOT. Like, alot alot. So much so that it’s a bit tiring i mean-- that the brothers start to get jealous w/ how much he’s around you. Lucifer starts to bully him a bit more when he’s around you but you are there to stand up for him and protect him from mean old Lucifer.

Also there to stand up to demons that pick on both him and you which doesn’t go as well as Lucifer because those demons really don’t care about your opinion (not that Lucifer cares alot either but at least he stops in a timely manner)

Won’t ask you himself, but he’ll beg Simeon to invite you somewhere out with them. Like out to a restaurant or something.

If he sneezes and you don’t bless him, he’ll assume you’re a little busy, wait a bit, and then fake sneeze a bit louder than the first one. If you still haven’t blessed him after that, he’ll start to get a little angry. He’ll kinda just...stare...at you?? Like, he’ll just...

yeah....

If you ask him what’s wrong he’ll come right out and say that you didn’t bless him. At first you’re confused. Bless him? What is he talking about?? So you ask him:

“Bless...you?”

“Thank you.”

And then it clicks that he probably sneezed at that’s what he was talking about. He can’t stay mad at you for long and everythings fine after that.

It doesn’t happen often but if he makes you mad he’ll try anything and everything to make it up to you (to be honest though, it really makes it worse. If you’re super angry at him he’ll know to just avoid you.

 One time. he broke one of your things on accident and you didn’t talk to him the whole school day. After school ended, as he was walking back to Purgatory Hall, he noticed you standing beside his room. Maybe you wanted to reconcile; maybe you weren’t mad at him anymore! 

Then he noticed how you were blocking entrance to his room. And how you were standing. And how you had a familiar mischevious look on your face-

Oh no.

Don’t do it

No

No MC

NO-

Luke didn’t have enough time to drop his bags and run as you ran toward him and scooped him up at full speed. You were running around the House of Lamentation and laughing maniacally as he clung onto you for dear life.

Good news:

At least you weren’t mad at him anymore.

Phew, the days events really tired you out!

Glad it’s nightime. Now you can just relax and sleep peacefully until the next days chaotic adventures.

...

.......

Or so you thought.

 You wake up to a knock on you’re door in the middle of the night. You disregard it as one of the brothers trying to get your attention. The knocks get increasingly louder to the point where you really couldn’t take it anymore.

So you open the door and look up, expecting to see one of the brothers towering over you. Nothing. You stand there a bit confused until you hear a voice and look down.

“Luke? I- uh, what’re you doing here?”

“Can I sleep in your room tonight? Just this once?”

Major irony there-

“Oh-uhm sure, of course!”

You take a pillow and small blanket from your bed and you tell Luke that he can sleep on your bed, you’ll just sleep on the couch. He thanks you and you set up your new couch-bed for the night. As you feel your eyes close....

“Um...MC?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you.. sleep beside me?”

“What?”

“On the floor I mean.”

“Oh, sure.”

Poor boy sure must be lonely in Purgatory Hall-

“Wait, Luke, why’d you come all the way over here when you could’ve just went to Simeon or even Solomon?”

....

“Because.”

Typical 11 year old response.

After that, he started coming to your room a little more, like once every month or so.

Now, it’s like once every week and everytime you hear a little knock on your door, you know immediately that you’ve been evicted out of your bed.

Also, he is the kind of sleeper that literally shoves things off of the bed while he’s tossing and turning.

All of your blankets and comforters are on the floor.

 And they somehow manage to land on you??

 You are suffocating under your own comforters while he’s sprawled on your bed.

This was going to be the end, but then I thought:

What would he do if he saw one of the brothers in your bed?

And oh lordie....

If you didn’t answer the door the third time he knocked, then he would assume you’re in a really deep sleep and he’ll actually just let himself in with the emergency key.

Luke opens the door and walks into your room slowly, as to not startle you too badly.

“Hey...MC....”

“Mcccc... is it okay if I-”

He sees one of the brothers in your bed.

Sleeping with you.

With their arm around you.

He freezes and just stares. His fists are balled up and he is physically trembling with anger. And he just stands there and stares and doesn’t do anything.

Whatever warming up he had with that brother was OUT the window.

He is FURIOUS.

Extra anger points if it’s Lucifer.

We all know Lucifer sleeps with one eye open.

So he’ll know Luke is there and he’ll shift ever so much to put his other arm around you and put his face in the crook of your neck. We all know he’s smirking. Luke wants to scream because he knows he’s doing it on purpose but can’t do anything about it.

At this point Lukes knuckles are white and his face is red and there are tears stinging his eyes.

So he just lets out a little huff and then quietly goes out of your room.

He wants to slam the door behind him, but he doesn’t want to wake you or anyone else up, so he just resorts to closing it softly and then doing a little angry dance outside of your room.

The next day, if you try to talk to him he will full on ignore you.

MC: “Hey Luke, did I do something wrong..?”

Luke: “Simeon, do you feel that gust of wind blowing? Kind of annoying huh.”

MC: “Oh come on Luke, first off that’s so petty and second off we’re inside. What wind is blowing??”

Luke: “The air vents must be turned up really high today right, Simeon?”

MC: “Wow, very mature...”

Simeon: “Well, he is ten. What else did you expect?”

Luke: “I’m eleven, for one. And also, who are you talking to?”

MC: “I’m talking to you, Luke”

Luke: “I’m not talking to you.”

MC: “You are now.”

Luke: “These vent currents sure are something, huh Simeon?”

MC: “I-...Oh well...since you’re so intent on ignoring me, I guess I’ll just eat these two slices of cake that Barbatos made by myself......”

Coincidentally, he stopped ignoring you after that.

This doesn’t mean he forgives you though.

Well a bit... Okay he mostly forgives you but he’s still a little mad.

Also, he’s staring daggers at the brothers anytime they try to come near you.

Angry Luke is like having your own personal guard chihuahua that isn’t that intimidating and he can’t actually do anything in regards of sending people away, so he’ll just drag you off somewhere else.

Give him a break he’s doing his best,,,

Sibling MC hhngnng Sorry this was so long,,, I haven’t really gotten that far into the story but I really like the game so far! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my little headcanons,,!

-ddmilo

[cheezritsu]

hi! can i maybe request for a suna/akaashi scenario where he takes care of his newborn twins a girl and a boy anything really fluffy. thank you!

I should reiterate that I’m generally not taking requests, BUT I’ve been having intense Dad!Suna brainrot so you’re doing ME a favor

Suna Rintarou is beginning to believe he’s psychic.

When he stirs, it’s seemingly because of nothing; the blinds are drawn closed, with light coming in golden slits to rest across your sleeping forms in the bed that’s always cold because it’s barely used. Now it’s crowded as you finally, finally sleep on your stomach after nine months of being a watermelon sized pain in the ass. Rintarou wants to card a hand through your hair, smiling sleepily at the fact that you’ve finally found rest, but the moment shatters as his newborn son, Kichirou, begins to wake and cry.

And then, as if sensing one another’s pain, his newborn daughter, Sachie, cries shortly after. Sometimes, when his fraternal twins start acting up in tandem like this, he thinks about sending flowers and chocolates to the Miya twins’ mother, because he doesn’t know how she ever endured it (and quite frankly, still endures it.)

Speaking of mothers—you shoot up with quick instincts, rubbing away the drool on your chin Rintarou was smiling at. Even though you still sway with grogginess, you pick up Sachie with the utmost precision and caution, quietly trying to quell her worries, whatever they may be. Rin shuffles close to your edge of the bed, and wordlessly gestures for her. He cradles her with the same caution, mumbling soft coos as he brushed the knuckle of his index finger against her cheek to coax her into relaxing.

She is so tiny—his heart clenches in his chest as she wriggles against hand, his fist as big as her entire head. He looks up, watching with awe as you swaddle Kichirou close to your breast, and he grabs blindly, but with surprising strength to feed.

The quick wince on your face does not go past Rintarou. Neither does the fact that you look like shit: eyes slightly unfocused as you stare down at the tiny human, hair an unwashed mess, eyes ringed black and purple like you’ve been punched. You deserved to look like this after birthing twins and battling acute pneumonia and staying in the hospital for days longer than expected. Rintarou must not look much better—he did nothing but sit by your side and hold the twins while you recovered, stopping short of becoming religious just to ensure your safety.

So he means it when he says: “I can take care of them.”

It takes you a second to register what he’s saying. And even then you reply “Last time I checked, you can’t lactate.”

“You have bottles prepped in the warmer.”

You frowned. “Those are for when I’m not around.”

“When would you not be around? We’re on leave.”

Kichirou yawns in your arms, making a small squeak of satisfaction before closing his eyes, as if to say I’ve had enough of this. You chuckle softly, pressing the tip of your finger to his tiny nose before double kissing his red little forehead. Rintarou isn’t as emotionless as others make him out be, but he does think is heart will fail soon if it doesn’t stop beating erratically at every doting moment between you three.

He clears the lump in his throat before saying firmly, “Put Kichirou to sleep, and then go back to bed. I’ll take care of Sachie.”

The aforementioned twin sucks on Rintarou’s knuckle as if it would feed her. He suppresses the urge to laugh at his own child. She surely couldn’t help her simple mindedness, but it floored him all the same. He held her close against his shoulder as he shuffled into the kitchen, plucking a bottle from its warming contraption. Why you two couldn’t just put them in boiling water like your parents, and their parents before them, he didn’t know. Perhaps this made them a better dad.

Yeah, he scoffs, leaning against the counter and juggling the bottle, his child, and his utter incompetence. As if.

Still. Something blossoms in his chest when his little baby girl opens her eyes and stares at him with his irises and your nose and the lazy contented look she inherited from both of you. Perhaps he’s incompetent, but he’s pretty sure he’s got the unconditional love part down.

From the threshold of the kitchen comes the click of your phone camera. Rintarou rolls his eyes.

“I thought I told you to go to sleep?”

“And miss this? Not for the world.”

It isn’t the first time you’ve smiled with all of your teeth, eyes disappearing into teary little slits as you fawn over a new memory. It doesn’t quite show on Rintarou’s face, but his breath stutters as his heart seems to fill his entire rib cage. He understands now, how the Miya twins’ mother did this for so many years without complaint.

He sends her flowers anyways.

[crystalirises]

Um hi when your request are open I really enjoyed the fundy npc au could you do a bit of a continuation, like maybe alivebur is just dragging fundy into his mess at attempting to break dream out of prison. I'm perfectly fine if your not interested in it

Now. As I've said, I usually might not do requests or continuations when it comes to stuff I put in the "Brainrot Central" thing cause it's just full of fanfic stuff that entered my brain and I had to write down so it would leave.

However, the NPC Fundy AU has a special place in my heart. Mostly cause Fundy vibing on his own and not actually getting involved with the whole dsmp thing is nice. And yes, I am very much aware that taking out Fundy within the storyline would cause some stuff to be different. But essentially, all the major stuff that happened, still happened. It's only minor things that have changed. But otherwise, the same stuff still happened.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. I'm adding the link of the ao3 here, but the story is also after the Keep Reading.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31985884/chapters/81078352

The cottage had rotted beyond repair by the time he got home.

Wilbur had rushed to the front door, forgetting the bags of missed gifts that he’d brought with him. He flung the door open, the hinges so loose that the piece of wood slammed onto the wall before collapsing to the ground. He coughed at the cloud of the dust that flew right into his face.

“Fundy?! Fundy! I’m home!” Wilbur stepped into the house, “Fundy, papa’s home!”

There was no shout of joy, no hurried footsteps, no little boy that clung to his leg and demanded to know where Wilbur had been. He took a deep breath through clenched teeth, quelling the panic that had begun to bubble in his chest. His son was asleep, surely. He walked deeper into the house, frowning once he realized how utterly devoid the house was of furniture. Portraits had been torn off the walls, wooden chairs had been smashed against the floor, and there were random patches of black on the stone floor - almost like someone had set a fire on them. Wilbur quietly headed towards his son’s bedroom, finding the door open and the bed completely empty.

Wilbur staggered back. His son had to be somewhere nearby. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep himself from falling into hysterics. Fundy had to be nearby. He had to be.

At some point, Wilbur found himself wandering over to the living room.

He found the letter on the table, his hands shaking while he reached to pick it up.

Wilbur could only read the first and second lines before his knees buckled underneath him, his breath picking up. A god. A god. A god had taken his son. His hand clenched around the paper, his heart breaking once he realized that the paper itself looked a year old. Wilbur was only glad that it hadn’t been a day old. He laughed at the thought of that misery. Imagine finally coming home, only to realize that you were late for one day. That he could have stopped his son from leaving if he’d just been a day earlier. Then again, what did it matter? One day. One week. One month. One year. One hour. One minute. One second. He was late. Wilbur had been late to come home. He broke his promise. He should have been there for his son. He’d been gone for six years. Six long years. His baby wouldn’t even be a baby anymore. He’d be… He’d be fourteen.

His sadness melted into anger. The gods have been a menace to his life, and now one has taken his son. It wasn’t enough that they’d trapped him in their barbaric world. They took his son too. He’d promised himself to live for his son. That no matter what the gods threw at him, he would not kneel to their whims. Schlatt had called him insane, that he was better off resigning himself to a pitiful life within the gods’ realm, a puppet whose purpose was to entertain them. Schlatt had nothing to live for anyway, except his alcohol. He didn’t know what it was like to be a father.

Six years. Six years of torture, of trials, of fucking betrayals. And all so he could return home to a ruined house and a missing son. The paper crumpled in his hold, forcing him to snap back to reality. It had been a short letter, written in the messy and hurried handwriting of a child. Wilbur traced what his son had scribbled out, ‘I’ll always I love Love you.’ His poor little baby.

Did Fundy think papa had abandoned him? He pressed the letter against his chest, remembering the day he’d left his son alone. It had been the first time he’d left his son alone in the house. It was supposed to be a quick trip to the village. Wilbur hadn’t known that the gods would whisk him away to a world where he would continually fight for his life, his son’s memory the only reason that he kept fighting for his survival. Now, his son was gone, whisked away by a god.

Wilbur didn’t know which god had taken his son. But he knew one person who would know.

He placed the letter inside the pocket of his pants, hesitating for a moment before letting go. Wilbur wouldn’t need to keep holding onto a piece of paper forever. He’ll find his son. He headed out of the cabin, pausing at the doorway while a memory flashed in his mind. The day he left, he crouched down so that he could be level with his son. Fundy had pouted at him, scared that his papa wouldn’t come back. Wilbur had chuckled, patting his son’s head before ruffling his hair. He had promised to be back, promised that he’d make Fundy’s favorite pancakes for dinner. Fundy had been so excited, tail wagging behind him while he told Wilbur to come home quickly. His hands shook, but Wilbur forced himself to move out of the rotting house. He had to leave.

He picked up the bags, glancing down at the toys that he’d brought with him. He had missed so many birthdays and so many Christmases. Wilbur picked a fox plushie among the pile of toys, pressing it close to his chest. Fundy would have been so happy to get so many toys. Tears began to fall down his cheeks. Fundy would get the toys, he’d make sure of it. He’ll get his son back. He’ll get his little champion back. Wilbur didn’t glance back at the house, it didn’t matter to him.

Wilbur could only hope that Phil would be able to help him.

---

General Wilbur Soot was content to stay like this forever…

A soft smile graced his lips, a hand reaching up to ruffle Fundy’s hair.

It didn’t matter to him that Fundy was pretending to not know him. All that mattered was that he’d found his little champion again. This was his second visit of the week, and though his son was jittery about his presence, Fundy had quickly warmed up at the promise of pancakes. Now here they were, in the kitchen that Fundy’s den had. Wilbur would have preferred that Fundy stay near him, that his son be safe and happy within L’Manburg. If Wilbur had to be honest, he had been hurt when his son immediately declined his offer. Then he realized why Fundy had done so.

His little champion had always been so smart. Wilbur leaned back against his seat, glancing over at the bag of toys that he’d left on the couch. Fundy had been confused by the gifts, but he hadn’t complained when Wilbur insisted that they were for him. His poor son. He hadn’t gotten a proper gift in so many years. Well, it didn’t matter now. His papa was finally back, and Wilbur would always make sure that Fundy was content and happy. He’d have to bring Fundy more food soon.

…but first, he had a war to win.

---

President Wilbur Soot knew he couldn’t let his emotions take control of him…

He watched his son run off, the fox hybrid scampering away before Wilbur could ask - demand - why Fundy didn’t want to stay in L’Manburg. Dread and betrayal stung his chest, but he quickly pushed them away. He supported and understood why Fundy didn’t want to stay with his papa.

His little champion thought his papa had abandoned him.

Wilbur sighed, turning his attention towards the blackstone walls that were built for his son.

…for he had a nation to run. But that didn’t mean that his emotions weren’t ripping at the seams.

---

The exiled ex-president Wilbur Soot had no more dreams for the future…

He laid in his father’s arms, the piercing pain in his chest turning numb while blood ran down his mouth. He could feel his father’s hand on him, pushing against the bleeding while he muttered a repeated prayer of ‘no’s.’ He shouldn’t laugh. He knew that. But he couldn’t help the weak giggling that slipped past his lips. He knew what it felt like to lose a son, why was he giving his own father the pain he felt? He shook his head, because he was a selfish bastard, that’s why.

Phil was muttering his name, begging him not to close his eyes. Wilbur closed his eyes. In his last moments, he wanted the world to melt away. He wanted it all to fade away. Wilbur basked in the darkness of near death. There was no L’Manburg. There was no Manburg. There was no Dream. There was no Schlatt. He floated in a black abyss, alone and silent. He felt his hold on the waking world begin to slip, and in the darkness, he could hear his father beg him to open his eyes. Wilbur chose death. It was time for him to leave this cruel mortal realm, for good this time.

His little cha— Fundy would be happier once Wilbur was dead.

… he’d already lost everything in the past anyway.

---

Ghostbur draped a warm blanket around his sleeping son.

They’d had a tiresome day. His little champion needed all the rest that he could get.

Ghostbur… well, he didn’t need any sleep!

He was more content to sit by his son’s side.

He’d make sure Fundy was safe and happy. Ghostbur will chase away all the nightmares.

---

The newly revived Wilbur Soot was very happy to be with his little champion again.

Sure, he wasn’t all too pleased to leave Fundy on his lonesome by the time they reached the prison, but it had been a quick prison break. Never underestimate a father who was in a hurry.

The warden never stood a chance.

Wilbur hummed along while Dream followed after him, his reluctant ally flinching the moment sunlight touched his pale and scarred skin. He didn’t quite wait for Dream, itching to get back to his son. Fundy could be so… He could be so… adventurous. By the time he and Dream returned to where Fundy was, his son was sitting underneath an oak tree, knees pressed to his chest while he stared off into the distance. Wilbur chuckled, the noise snapping Fundy awake from whatever reverie he had been in. He reached down a hand to pull his son to a stand, the fox hybrid pausing before reluctantly reaching out. His son stood up, then shrieked when he finally saw Dream.

“Now, Fundy, it’s rude to scream at others. Be nice, little champion.” Honestly, Wilbur was in limbo for only thirteen years (one year, apparently, in the mortal realm) and already his son had lost any form of manners. Then again, Ghostbur wasn’t much of a father. He had to control himself from thinking about the ghost of his old self, the same man who chose to leave his eight-year-old son alone. The same man who had taken so long to escape from the god’s grasps. He had been a weak man back then, but now he was strong enough to care for his son. He was just… eight years late. He glanced over at his son, the fox hybrid having hidden behind Wilbur’s back. Oh, well, his little champion had always been a bit too shy. Wilbur grinned, gesturing between Dream and Fundy. “Dream, this is my son Fundy. Fundy, this is Dream. He’s a friend.”

“I know who he is!” Fundy snapped. Wilbur frowned, his son was never this… snappy.

“Dream, if you excuse us for one moment. I have to speak with my son, you would understa— No, wait you wouldn’t. Sorry, forgot you were terrible with children.” The masked (well, he wasn’t wearing a mask now, and Wilbur refrained from laughing at the poor man’s plight) man didn’t say anything. He never even looked at Fundy. Good. Wilbur didn’t want Dream near his son anyway, even if they were allies. He led Fundy further away, a hand resting on his back. Fundy’s eyes were skittish, looking here and there almost like he was preparing to run. Wilbur held onto his son’s arm, pausing once they were far enough away from Dream, “Little champion, what’s wrong? Are you upset? I know it’s a lot, but I assure you, Fundy, Dream is a good ally—”

“Friends?” Fundy shook his head, disbelief in his eyes. “S-since when?”

“Dream brought me back to life, little champion.” Wilbur ruffled his son’s hair, the fox hybrid flinching before backing off. He tried not to take offense to that. “He’s the reason I’m here now.”

“... Where’s Ghostbur?”

“Does it matter? I’m here. Who cares about the ghost of a man long since dead?” He grasped his son’s shoulders, ignoring the frightened look in his eyes. Ghostbur had been a pitiful replacement of who he had been, but he had to thank the ghost. Ghostbur had spent a lot of time with Fundy, and had realized that Fundy… didn’t even know who Wilbur actually was. “I’m here now, son.”

“Stop calling me that.” Fundy muttered underneath his breath, eyes cast low to the ground. The sadness in his son’s look pulled at Wilbur’s heartstrings. “I’m not your son. You’re confused—”

“It’s alright, Fundy. We’ll get your memories back, papa promises you that.”

He pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead. Fundy winced, but didn’t make a move to run away. If anything, a bright shine seemed to appear in his eyes at the promise. Wilbur grinned, of course Fundy would want to remember. His little champion would want to remember… But then… Wilbur frowned. Did he really want Fundy to remember the pain of his lonely childhood?

He held his son’s hand in his - still so small. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

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Wilbur @ Dream: No, wait you wouldn’t. Sorry, forgot you were terrible with children.

Fundy, who is literally 21-years-old: 🧍

Also:

Me: you can't make Fundy's hands smol, he's a pianist >:( are you making his life miserable? Also me: Not in this world :p Me: aight seems legit

[astoldbygingersnaps]

#wip wednesday

it’s me, ya boy, back with Yet Another New Project!

this time, i bring you the beginnings of a oneshot dreamt up by alexa continuing to fan the flames of my shiita brainrot. enjoy!

There are very few moments in Itachi’s life that he can point to and say that he felt truly content. Many of them are from his childhood, small snatches of memory that involve his mother’s cooking or his brother’s laugh. One or two even contain his father, tiny blips of interaction where the man’s unbearable expectations and slavish dedication to duty had slipped away to reveal the human heart beating deep within him. But Itachi would be lying if he tried to claim that the majority of those moments did not include the friend that is currently sitting beside him.

This, however, is not one of those moments.

Currently they’re on the outskirts of Konoha’s vast forests, the coverage against the afternoon sun thinning as the leaves wither in the crisp, autumn air. A gentle breeze rolls through, not harsh enough to chill but the current rakes its way through Shisui’s hair, making it even more unkempt than usual. Itachi’s keenly aware of this fact, and of Shisui’s general presence, as the man has himself wedged close to Itachi, his head resting on Itachi’s knees as he prattles on about Itachi’s least favorite subject: his love life. 

It’s a fascinating contrast, the image of Shisui thoughtlessly draped over Itachi as he drives the knife that is his sexual history deeper and deeper between Itachi’s ribs. But it’s not a wound that Itachi holds Shisui accountable for, not really. Painful though it may be, it’s not as if Shisui is thoughtless or intentionally cruel; it’s merely a side-effect of Itachi’s most closely guarded--and frankly most terrifying--secret.

Often, Itachi has considered telling Shisui the truth, fantasized about what the various outcomes of such an action would be. Still, each time he’s come close to confessing, the words sitting precariously on the very tip of his tongue, Itachi swallows them down like a bitter taste. After all, there’s just no neat and tidy way to say, “I’ve loved you since we were children.” So, Itachi says nothing at all, day after day, month after month, year after year.

“Are you even listening to me?” Shisui asks, in the whiny tone of voice he always gets when Itachi isn’t giving him his full attention. On any other person, it would be an annoying affectation, but Shisui has a way of making even his worst traits charming.

Yet another truth Itachi refuses to tell him. “I’m riveted,” he replies dryly, never taking his eyes off the book in his hand, fighting a smile as Shisui groans in frustration. 

“You’re a terrible friend,” Shisui says, his faux-offended expression lingering on the edge of Itachi’s vision, and in response Itachi lifts his book to block out the sight of Shisui completely.

“The worst,” Itachi hums in agreement, finally giving into a laugh when Shisui grabs the novel he’s been only mildly interested in and chucks it out of Itachi’s reach. Raising an eyebrow, Itachi looks at the discarded tome, its pagings rustling in the breeze, before glancing back at Shisui. “A bit excessive, don’t you think?”

“How come we never have these conversations about your romantic woes?” Shisui retorts, and the question is so unexpected and uncomfortable Itachi feels the neutral mask of his features start to crack.

“What?” 

Watching him critically, Shisui sits up, resting his cheek in his palm as he leans more of his weight across Itachi’s body. “I’m serious. All the times you’ve had to listen to me bitch and moan about this stuff, and not once have you ever chimed in with problems of your own. What gives?”

“Perhaps I don’t believe in kissing and telling,” Itachi replies, tone more clipped than he means it to be. Though he doesn’t resent Shisui for his curiosity, a part of him can’t help but be annoyed that somehow such a finely trained officer doesn’t realize he’s stepped on top of a massive landmine. 

Rather than take a moment to read the metaphorical room, however, Shisui presses on with his typical single-minded focus. “Oh, come on,” he argues. “It’s just us, Itachi. You know you can tell me anything.”

Despite his best efforts, Itachi can feel his stomach clenching at the proclamation. For a moment, he weighs the pros and cons of what admitting the truth would be, and is displeased to discover what the best option is. “There’s nothing to tell,” he says, shrugging as if the words don’t mean a thing, and carefully keeps his eyes off Shisui’s face.

The funny thing about Shisui is that, for all his gifts with the Sharingan’s manipulations and illusions, he’s a shockingly open book outside of his profession. Surprise paints itself across his face, all wide eyes and an open mouth, and against his will Itachi feels a flush burning at the base of his throat. “Wait, seriously?” he asks, voice low as if they’re trading secrets of national security rather than engaging in petty gossip. 

In response Itachi tugs his legs out from under Shisui, taking an unkind satisfaction in his friend’s grunt as he hits the ground. Still, the movement is, in Itachi’s mind, a tactical retreat; there’s no need to feel physically trapped when Shisui already has his metaphorically pinned down. “I’m gonna kick you.” 

“Don’t,” Shisui mutters, whiny again, as he grabs Itachi’s leg with his trademark speed. The touch burns against the bare skin of his ankle, and Itachi shakes him off with a scowl. “I’m not being an asshole--”

“All evidence to the contrary,” Itachi cuts in, annoyed.

Graciously Shisui ignores that and continues, “It’s just surprising, you know? Because you’re… Well, you.” 

Itachi feels his stomach twist. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Shisui looks at him, and absurdly Itachi feels like an opponent on the wrong side of Shisui’s kunai. “Nothing, I guess,” he eventually offers, quietly, and the statement is so outside of Shisui’s typical cheerful, confident persona that Itachi can’t help but feel profoundly unsettled.

The truth is he’s kept himself guarded in this fashion for a variety of reasons, some he can admit to Shisui and others he’d rather be disemboweled than confess to another living soul. Part of his reluctance stems from the plain fact that he’s simply too busy with other matters to commit to dating of all things. Between his obligation to his village, his devotion to his brother, and his own ambitions at eventually securing the Hokage’s chair, he doesn’t have time to waste on a frivolous matter like courtship. 

He also knows that, somewhere down the line, his father will no doubt want to marry him off, eager to pass on the talent and promise of the esteemed Uchiha prodigy. Frankly, the man would have probably done it sooner if he hadn’t felt some gratitude towards his son for working with Shisui to end the feud between their clan and the village, thus granting the Uchiha a much higher standing in Konoha. But at twenty-three, Itachi knows he can’t count on his father’s good graces much longer, meaning the inevitable grows that much closer with each passing day. 

The other issue is… a bit more delicate. Itachi’s far too pragmatic to invest in the concept of virginity as something sacred, something special to be shared with exactly the right person at exactly the right time. But it does strike him as unfair to go to bed with a person and offer them a lie instead of himself, knowing that for every moment spent together his thoughts will be firmly locked onto someone he can never have. 

Rather than reveal any of that, however, Itachi simply says, “Sex has never been a very high priority of mine.” 

“That’s kind of depressing,” Shisui replies. “You should get out there. Play the field, have fun.” 

Itachi’s just irritated enough at his continued cross-examination of his personal life that he asks the unthinkable: “Why, are you offering?” 

In hindsight, Itachi supposes that after carrying the burden of his feelings for so long such a slip-up was inevitable. But it feels less like an understandable mistake and more like a battlefield miscalculation, one dangerous enough to leave him wide-open to a counterstrike.

That in mind, perhaps it should come as no surprise when Shisui counters, ”Do you want me to?”

to be continued.