#STILL DING DONG SHES GONE

[tittiesnhrtz]

ghostface!ellie x reader

ᥫ᭡ 18+, minors and men dni , fingering, cunnilingus, knife play, nipple play, overstim

it's a chilly october night, the leaves are still vibrant with autumn hues outside your window. a crisp breeze weaves through the trees outside, sending a gentle rustle through the branches. the faint scent of vanilla, pumpkin spice and cinnamon hangs in the air inside your home, wrapping all the furniture and the trinkets like a shroud. you’re sitting on your sage couch, wrapped in a cozy crocheted sweater, wearing loose shorts and leg warmers to keep your feet warm on the cold tiles beneath you. your parents are away for a few days at your grandma's, with her health getting worse, it's been hard for her to take care of herself.

the glow from the TV feels distant now, the reporter’s voice filling the otherwise silent room. it’s the same grim news cycle: more bodies found, more gruesome and grotesque details of the dead bodies that should make your skin crawl and erupt with goosebumps. but honestly? you’re just tired. tired of the stories and the police coming up empty.

two of your friends from your friend group are dead, and what'd they have in common? you dated them both at some point. this detail shouldn't probably be necessary or even worth dwelling on, but considering how almost everyone who's either flirted with you or gone on a date with you has no doubt ended up dead—killed by the infamous ghostface himself.

yes, a him. that's what mostly everyone believes but you're somehow sure it's not a man. the way ghostface toys with his victims, the blackmail and emotional mind games—it all feels too calculated, too clever to be the work of a man. not that you think men are stupid, but something about this whole situation just feels... off.

the sound of the doorbell jolts you out of your thoughts. ellie, your best friend, is supposed to be here any minute. she's been your rock through the whole ghostface ordeal. and you think you might be catching feelings for her. her stupid puns and that goofy smile plastered on her face whenever she'd talk about space, dinosaurs, comic books or anything that interested her really, got to you at some point.

with a sigh, you push yourself off the cozy couch, and shuffle over to the door. but when you swing it open, what should've been ellie on the other side is just empty air. that’s strange. you step outside, scanning the porch and the yard, half-expecting to see some kids laughing at their ding-dong ditch prank. instead, you’re hit with a chill as a dark figure catches your eye. a ghostface mask. your heart drops. but before you can even process what you just saw, it vanishes into the shadows.

you stumble back inside and lock the door, but then you hear it—a crash from the kitchen. a china dish smashing to the floor. fuck, what if this is it? what if you’re ghostface’s next target? with a tentative breath, you step inside the kitchen, holding a lamp, ready to strike. except, it's not ghostface, it's just ellie, standing there with a sheepish smile on her face.

"fuck- i thought you were-" you start, your voice trailing off as the memory of the figure outside flashes in your mind.

"i'm sorry, jus' thought i'd surprise you and come in through the back." she explains, motioning toward the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar. "you should seriously learn to lock your doors."

her gaze then drops to the shards scattered across the kitchen floor, the delicate china dish now a jumbled mess of white and pastel blooms. "sorry 'bout that." she mutters, rubbing the back of her neck.

you let out a breath, feeling a mix of relief and irritation. lowering the lamp, you speak. "next time, just ring the doorbell?”

ellie grins. "yeah, sorry."

"whatever, just help me clean this mess." you motion to the mess on the white and black kitchen tiles.

"yep."

you can't stay mad at ellie and it's not the first time she's done something stupid like this.

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after what felt like an eternity of cleaning up the mess, you and ellie finally collapse onto your bed, grateful for the distraction of a movie. the small TV on the cabinet across the room flickers to life, and the eerie sounds of SAW I fill the space. you can feel ellie’s presence beside you—she’s sitting awfully close, her warmth radiating against your side. you steal a glance at her, and to your surprise, you catch her gulping, almost instinctively, not once, but three times already. though you're not sure if it's because of the proximity or the gore-y scenes displaying on the screen.

“not a fan of gore movies?”

she chuckles nervously, her eyes glued to the screen. “not exactly in love with the idea of people torturing each other.”  a hint of laughter in her voice, but you can sense something else underneath. something you pass off as anxiety.

you turn your attention back to the movie, but it’s hard to concentrate when you can feel the heat radiating from her. the scene on the screen darkens, and the tension builds as the characters navigate their terrifying predicament. you can’t help but steal another glance at ellie, who’s now looking directly at you.

the characters on the screen scream in despair, but you hardly register it. instead, your focus is drawn to the way her tongue glides over her plump pink lips. and god you want to kiss her badly, to taste the sweetness of her lips.

you don't miss the way her eyes dart down to your lips or the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. you take a breath, steeling yourself, and decide to be bold. you lean in slightly, heart pounding as you gauge her reaction. the air is tense, and you can see her breath hitch, taking that as an invitation, you close the gap.

her lips are slightly cracked but surprisingly soft. she makes a noise against your lips, hands gliding up to rest against your hips, but then they slowly start to wander. under your sweater, from your hips to your waist. ellie can’t help how warm her hands feel against your skin, how smooth, there’s not even callouses on them like hers. the kiss is a bit hungry and impatient, her tongue licking the seam of your lips. your hands move from your lap to cup her face as you part your lips.

the unexpected warmth of her tongue against your cheek sends a shiver down your spine, silencing the whirlwind of thoughts that had been racing through your mind. it’s a ticklish sensation, one that catches you off guard. you let out a small gasp which is muffled into her mouth. ellie continues to explore, her tongue tracing the soft contours of your cheek as if she’s savoring every little bump and curve. there’s a clumsiness to it, an awkwardness that feels endearing rather than off-putting.

when you pull away, a delicate string of saliva connects your lips. your cheeks heat up as you notice the drool glistening in her chin, a sight that is enough to make your panties wet. you lean in and lick the drool off of her, and you can feel her tense up, her hands on your waist squeezing gently. the only source of light is from the TV, and it casts shadows over both of your bodies, the screen and the voices of the characters now completely forgotten. you can feel her hands move from your waist and she’s suddenly cupping your breasts over your bra.

“is this okay?” her thumb traces circles over the soft mounds, staring at you for an answer.

you nod in return and help her remove your sweater and your bra, tossing it somewhere in the darkness. her gaze flicks down to your breasts and for awhile, she just stares. and then a quiet curse follows. her hands move to knead your breasts, watching the skin closely. then, she takes a nipple between her fingers and gently pinches it, watching your every reaction. her mouth latches onto your other breast, her tongue darting out to swirl around it and suck the hardened nub as she pleases, the soft symphony of your quiet noises echoing in the night.

you arch your back, pushing your breasts further into her mouth. she alternates between both of them, giving them both equal attention. her mouth goes dry and she has to pull away with a pop, her green eyes searching your own.

“i wanna feel you.”

her breath hitches and before she knows it, your hands are on the waist band of her jeans, fingers looping into her brown belt. her eyes darken with desire as she looks at you.

“yeah, baby?” she exhales.

the nickname makes your cunt tighten around nothing and you're hastily unbuckling her belt and tossing it away. your fingers work to unbutton her jeans and you slip a hand inside. she lets out a gentle groan as your teeth bite into the flesh of her neck. you leave a series of bruising kisses in their wake as your palm comes into contact with her boxers. to your surprise, she's soaking wet. you almost want to tease her but your desire prevails over it and you're slipping your fingers into her boxers, tracing her slick folds. she's making the prettiest noises too, already falling apart under your touch. but little did you know, she's spent years dreaming of this moment. paintings and drawings of you hidden under her bed, along with the candid pictures that she oh so eagerly waits to get off to every night.

"say you want me."

her breathing is unsteady as she opens her mouth to speak. "fuck." she grunts softly and leans her head into your shoulder. "i want you, baby. please."

her pathetic begging and whines are enough for you to give in, her cunt throbbing as your fingers rub her slick along it. it greedily sucks in your digit as you slowly add it. she feels ecstatic because this isn't a dream anymore, it's real. you add another digit, eliciting a pornographic moan from her. it isn't long until your fingers are curling around her g-spot and her walls are squelching around them.

""m close..s-so close."

"i know. just cum for me, yeah?" you coo into her ear before nipping at the skin just below her ear. and she does exactly that, letting out a strangled sob as her body gets the release she's been chasing for. you take your fingers out of her boxers and suck them clean. ellie still has her eyes shut and her head against your shoulder but she can hear the way your mouth wraps around your fingers and sucks her juices off. she's pulling away and looking at you.

and then, she's guiding you down to lay on the bed, lifting your hips up to remove your shorts until you're splayed in just your cotton panties and leg warmers in front of her. she almost moans at the sight.

"you're so-" she starts, but cuts herself off. leaning down to hover over you and planting a kiss on your temple, on your cheek and one on your collarbone. one of her hands starts rubbing the inside of your thigh as she leans in and kisses you, sloppily. her hand comes to rub your clothed cunt and you feel her muffled moan inside your mouth, as you swallow the noise. she pulls back to look down at you.

"look how wet." she smirks and you almost regret not teasing her about her own drenched underwear.

you can only whimper and lift your hips up in return as her hands hook under the waistband of your underwear and pull it off of you.

"god, so gorgeous and so wet....all for me." she murmurs, more to herself than you. her pupils are blown wide, lips parted as she moves your legs up and pushes them apart. your hands find purchase on her ass beneath her flannel as she mouths at the skin of your neck like it's her hobby. as you squeeze her jeans-clothed ass, you swear you feel an outline of something resembling a... knife. in her back pocket. you take the object out and it's indeed a knife. ellie was in a daze to notice or feel what you were doing— to busy enjoying your skin after only having imagined what it must have felt like in her dreams. your voice, however, causes her to look up from your neck. you dangle the knife in front of her.

"..why do you have a knife?"

her eyes widen a fraction before she smirks and takes the knife from you. "protection. why else?" she answers like you were dumb to even ask the question in the first place. “don’t wanna risk getting killed with ghostface on the loose.”

a pause. "but...it could come handy for other things." she glides the knife down your clavicle to your breasts, the hitching of your breath only serving to encourage her. she presses it down against one of your nipples before moving it lower— where you're aching for her the most.

the cold blade presses against your puffy clit and you moan loudly. "ellie..."

"shh." she coos, grinning down at you, almost sinisterly. she pushes it further against the bundle of nerves, making you whimper. "i need-" she cuts you off by lining the knife along your delicate entrance, you let out a cry and your eyes widen in fear and shock. she seems to notice it and pulls the knife away, but not before gliding it up and down your folds.

"i'm not gonna hurt you, baby." the words roll of her tongue like honey and you feel bad for fearing her in the first place. she places the knife beside you on the sheets and moves to place herself in between your legs. a couple of kisses to your clit before she's greedily licking at your pussy. tongue moving at a relentless pace against your clit as her hands come up to grope your tits. moans fall out of your lips like a prayer and she pushes her tongue inside your cunt before pulling back and lapping away at your juices. you're awfully close and she knows it, she can sense it by the way you're arching your back and gripping the sheets, your knuckles almost white.

"cum on my face, pretty girl." her words vibrate against your clit, causing you to moan out her name.

that elicits a moan from ellie, herself. something stirs in her, hearing you moan her name out like that. and she inserts two fingers into your sopping cunt. curling them graciously against your g-spot, hitting it over and over again as her mouth does the same to your clit.

"ellie..i can't..fuck-" your final cry of pleasure, reverberates through her body. she removes her fingers but keeps lapping at your pussy even after you cum. your weak cries do nothing to pull her away. her grip on your thighs tighten and she pushes them apart from closing. you squirm and squeak due to the overstimulation, nudging her away with all your force, but it's too weak. she doesn't seem too keen on stopping, a hand pushing down on your stomach to stop you from squirming.

"s-stop." it isn't until that word comes out of your mouth that she stops and pulls away to look at your wrecked form. cheeks flush and hair tousled. you don't know how much it affects her. you never do.

"sorry, got too carried away." she murmurs. but she's anything but sorry. after helping you lay your head down on the pillow, she pulls the covers up your body. she can tell she's tired you out by the way your eyes are half lidded and your limbs look sore. she soothes you by wrapping her arms around you, intertwining your hands, and placing a kiss on your forehead. eventually, you drift asleep.

the longer she looks at you, the world outside fades further into obscurity. you, who's sleeping blissfully, completely unaware of the fact that the knife that was pressing against your clit a few minutes ago was the same knife that she used to brutally stab and dismember the body of a classmate who dared flirt with you. you, who's probably having sweet dreams while she has to go and take care of the unconscious body of the guy who rang your doorbell this very night.

this is my first time writing smut or anything close to a fan fic!! so if you see any mistakes js ignore it :3

[ikilledyvette]

(Realized I was never gonna finish this long ass 9-1-1 fic before the premiere, so today I’m doing the seriously condensed version for Tumblr—which I still have to break into two parts, ffs.)

It’s Thursday afternoon, three days before Father’s Day, and the atmosphere at the 118 is grim. Gerrard is gone, at least, and everyone celebrated with cake—specifically, a Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead! cake, complete with a chocolate house crushing little black boots—but to everyone’s surprise, Buck isn’t exactly welcoming Bobby home with open arms anymore. He hasn’t forgiven Bobby for resigning in the first place. Making matters worse, Margaret and Philip Buckley are flying in for the weekend. Also, Eddie is depressed because Chris hasn’t called since he left for Texas six weeks ago, and Eddie doesn’t expect to hear from him on Sunday, or possibly ever again.

Hen tells Eddie Christopher will forgive him. “He’ll come home. He just needs a minute.” Eddie says that six weeks is a hell of a minute, but Hen persists. “You’re a good father,” she says, ignoring Eddie’s humorless laugh. “You messed up; I’m not saying you didn’t. But that doesn’t negate all the good you’ve done, too. Kids, they want you to hear them. They want you to show up, so when Christopher calls, pick up the phone and listen. You two love each other, Eddie. It’s going to work out.”

But Eddie’s gaze just drifts to the kitchen, where Bobby is quietly looking at the stack of uneaten fire-engine-shaped mini-waffles that Buck refused to eat, even though he’s the one who bought Bobby that ridiculous novelty waffle-maker in the first place

“You ever think maybe love just isn’t enough,” Eddie says, and Hen isn’t sure how to answer that.

*

Meanwhile, Chimney, thankfully, has the day off and is drinking a beer with Tommy. (Hen, left to deal with these weird morose vibes at the 118 by herself, quite rightly considers this a betrayal and has appropriately sworn revenge.) Chimney and Tommy talk a little about their own families: Tommy hasn’t spoken to his dad in years; meanwhile, Chimney finally gave up months ago after actually telling his dad how he really felt about being abandoned. He just needed to hear his father apologize once, just once—but he couldn’t do that, not even that, and Chimney decided enough was enough. 

Tommy, who’s only ever met the Buckley Parents one time (but has quickly clocked to Buck’s wildly shifting moods whenever discussing them), asks Chimney how much of a disaster this weekend is likely to be. Chimney tells Tommy that—apart from big family secrets and the general emotional trauma—every time the Buckleys visit, someone comes close to death: warehouse fire (Buck), lightning strike (Buck), viral encephalitis (Chimney). 

“Maybe don’t go up in a helicopter till they’re gone?” Chimney suggests, and Tommy says, “Jesus,” and gets another beer.

*

Back at the 118, things have gone from bad to worse. A call leads to Buck recklessly risking his own life to save someone. He walks away with only a few bruises, but Bobby yells at him for nearly getting himself killed. Buck snarks that he must still be that young, impulsive hothead after all. Bobby, a bit at a loss, tells Buck that he has come a long way, but he can’t put himself in danger just because he’s angry at Bobby. 

“What is this really about? You can talk to me, kid. I’m here.”

“Right,” Buck says, scornful. “You’re here. For ... how long again? Seven more, I think you said? No—no, you never actually said, did you? That one’s on me. Right, Cap?”

The bell goes off, ending the argument. Bobby tries to talk to Buck again after the shift, but Buck is already out the door. He barely gets any sleep that day before he and Tommy drive over for The Big Family Dinner. Tommy tries to talk Buck into staying home, suggesting they go tomorrow night instead, but Buck insists it will be a Thing if they don’t go.

Dinner goes badly. Margaret and Phillip aren’t intentionally rude or actively malicious, but there’s still a thread of casual biphobia in much of what they say: Evan’s always going through these phases. Well, if it’s not a phase, Evan, you must have known; how could you not? Please don’t misunderstand, Tommy, of course we like YOU. Very much! Yes, Tommy, thank you for your service. We’re just saying, Evan likes to throw us for a loop now and then. Really, Evan, you’ve had so many girlfriends you’re basically straight, aren’t you?

Buck finally loses it shortly after Maddie goes into the other room to check on Jee Yun. Margaret suggests that while she’s happy that Buck and Tommy are happy, of course—happy for now, at least—she’d just hoped Buck would’ve started to settle down by now, get serious about someone, rather than start experimenting. Phillip also jokes that he’d thought Buck had outgrown making bids for attention, and Buck just—snaps. 

“Why did I have to work so hard to get your attention again? Right. Cause it was too hard to look at me. Cause I was the reminder of what you lost, the screwup you got left with. Maybe if Daniel had grown up and turned out bi, you’d—"

—and Margaret slaps Buck across the face. 

It shocks everyone, very much including Margaret, but when Buck finally blinks and glances at his dad, Phillip automatically moves to stand behind his wife, silently taking her side. Buck, a bit dazed, mutters he’s sorry and tells Chimney not to tell Maddie what happened, right before Tommy all but pushes Buck out the door and drives him home.

Buck, still a little shellshocked, mostly can’t believe he said what he said, insists he shouldn’t have gotten that upset, and tries to brush off Tommy’s efforts to comfort him. Tries to get him to leave. Tries to distract him with sex when Tommy refuses to leave. Tommy, not having any of it, sits Buck down and talks a little about his own childhood, how he’d run away from home after his father had found out Tommy was gay, how—broken and bleeding—Tommy had never called, never looked back. Buck protests it’s not the same because Margaret and Philip aren’t abusive, have never hit him before tonight, aren’t really homophobic—at least, not in the same way—and also, Buck deserved that slap. 

“Who throws a dead kid in their parents face?” Buck asks, miserable.

“Someone who lived under the shadow of a brother he never knew about for 30 years?” Tommy asks, then takes Buck’s hand and makes Buck look at him.

“Look, maybe it’s not the same. You’re never going to convince me you deserved it, Evan, not any of it—but what I’m saying is, when people repeatedly hurt you? You don’t have to look back. You don’t have to keep trying. You can, if that’s what you want—but you don’t have to forgive anyone just because they’re family. That’s not what being a family should be. And, for what it’s worth, that includes Bobby, too. Just ... maybe consider what you’re actually angry about—or if it’s even anger you’re really feeling here—before deciding to cut him off for good.” 

Slowly, Buck sinks into Tommy’s side. Tommy wraps an arm around him. Kisses him gently just above birthmark.

(Part II is finished, coming tomorrow or the next day)

[lil-elle]

I loved your boynextdoor as classmates headcanon !! can u request boynextdoor as your literal neighbour's?? tyty

YESSS of coursee heheh

BOYNEXTDOOR as your Neighbour

pairs: neighbour!bnd x gn!reader

genre: boy next door (fitting), neighbours au, fluff

word count: 632

content: fluffy bestie neighbour behaviour

a/n: it is nice having a lil break from xikers even if they are my ult group ♡

Jaehyun:

The friendly one, brought you home made pastries when you first moved in

Talks to you whenever he sees you on the street and invites you over to hang out a lot

Leaves little notes in your mailbox despite the fact he lives right next door (and probably has your phone number)

House sits when you're gone, sending you pics of your cat/dog with the caption “He/she misses you :(”

If your bedroom windows face each other he'd paste pieces of paper to his window saying “Good Morning!” every morning

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Sungho:

Mows his lawn at 6am (I'm sorry sungho stans 💀)

He's always out early in the morning to go to the gym or run errands

Would be outside washing his car one day and he- um he uh- um- he 😳😳 let's just hope he wouldn't do it in a crop top (he would)

Hosts any neighbourhood gatherings like a potluck or a new year's party we'd he'd set off fireworks

Would accidentally walk in front of his bedroom window in just a towel and you'd see him from your window, eyes wide until he quickly pulls the curtain shut in embarrassment 

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Riwoo:

The neighbour that always gets noise complaints like crazy

Has parties in his backyard on the weekend and invited anyone and everyone (including you as his neighbour)

Throws pebbles at your window when he wants your attention even if he knows it annoys you

Always forgets to put his rubbish bins out so his trash piles up until you just do it for him

A ding-dong ditcher, leaves a note on your door asking you to hang out, rings the doorbell and runs away because he's scared to see your reaction

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Taesan:

Not a very sociable neighbour, you'd only see him every so often at the grocery store or getting his mail

You'd hear loud cursing coming from on his house and be very concerned but it's actually just because he stubbed his toe or something 

You'd knock on his door to bring him gift or something like a house-warming gift and he'd answer in his pyjamas and slippers with messy hair

The type to always be in pyjamas at home no matter what time it is, only gets dressed up to go out because he just wants to be comfortable

Would drive kids on Halloween away from his house with scary decorations and if they still come up to the door, he'd put a scary mask on and scare them away

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Leehan:

Timidly introduces himself to you when you first move in

If he goes away, he'd ask you to take care of his fish while he's gone, giving you a super long list of all the things you need to do with strict schedules and instructions

The type to leave flowers on your doorstep as a birthday gift or house-warming gift or just because he wants to (teehee he has a crush on youuu)

Would have pretty flower beds and prune his garden really nice, he'd end up showing up everyone else in the neighbourhood

Gets really into decorating for Halloween and Christmas, having the best decorations every year

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Woonhak:

Your classmate who you always knew lived right next to you because you walked the same way home everyday and watched him enter his house

Once he noticed you lived next to each other, he'd always want to walk to and from school with you everyday

Would always want to work with you for group projects or study together just because you live so close

You two would end up using the others house as much as you use your own, being in his house all day one day, and yours all day the next

Basically you'd be inseparable best friends

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[julemmaes]

Happy birthday @simpingfornestaarcheron!! Even if I can't remember for the love of god how old you're turning (you'll always be 24 turning 25 to me) I thought I'd give you some Nessian goodies for your special day.

I swear it's not really angst. it's mostly domestic fluff.

Love you, enjoy!

(I didn't reread shit I'm sorry I started it yesterday night and then passed out cause I'm sick, so if there's any mistakes, well, I don't really care)

Nesta hated her job. She fucking despised it. 

There was not a single thing about her life that she enjoyed less than having to wake up in the morning to do something she disliked as much. She hated her colleagues. She hated her claustrophobic cubicle. She hated the stupid-hot-flavorless coffee they sold right outside her office. She hated the hours, the clothes she had to wear, the lonely lunch breaks. What she hated most, though, were the trips.

Her boss was a menace to society and why HR still hadn't fired him was beyond her. Her coworkers were so insanely dumb that sometimes she wondered how they'd even got the position. Her assistant had to be some kind of pity-hire cause there was so chance in hell he'd been interviewed and not fucked it up–he couldn't even print out a document on his own, for god's sake. 

Why was she still working that job, you might ask? 

For love. Love for her hardworking, supportive as hell, caring and lovely husband. 

She just had to endure two more years of this, while he finished his degree, and then she'd be free. Free to go back to the minimum wage job at the library. To that beautiful, silent, dusty place she loved so much. And she could start her studies.

Just another two years and it'd be her turn. Less than that, if she really thought about it. Only 18 months. 

Only 18 months. 

18 months. 

That was… 550 days, give or take. 

550 days. She could do this.

She walked into the elevator, her broken trolley dragging on the floor behind her, and only once the doors closed in front of her and the thing started moving up did she let out a sigh, sagging against the mirror. 

She was so goddamn tired. She just wanted to sleep the trip off, forget about everything that had gone wrong during it and let the even worse things she'd said go. 

She was so tired that the ding dong of the doors opening on her floor almost scared the living shit out of her. 

Walking to her apartment and finding the keys in her bag made her want to punch the front door off the hinges, but she refrained. She guessed her husband wouldn't want that.

As soon as she stepped in, a low mumbling coming from the kitchen welcomed her. It was music to her ears, even if she wanted to lay down and never have to hear a single word ever again. It sounded like home.

Cassian's murmuring only stopped when she closed the door behind her, making it known to everyone present that they weren't alone. 

“Nes? Is that you?” 

She smiled to herself, nodding silently. 

“Sweetheart, if it is, please talk, or I'm coming out with knives.” He sounded genuinely afraid and she chuckled.

“Yes.” She replied, talking loudly over her shoulder as she hung her coat. 

She heard furniture being thrown to the side and feet scuffling on the ground, and Cassian appeared a heartbeat later in the entry, his smile blinding, his eyes shining. He took two steps to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her against him. 

“It is you, my dearly missed wife,” he said dramatically.

She breathed in his washed away cologne from the day, melting on his shoulder and hiding her face in the crook of his neck. 

She'd missed him, too. 

“You're back early.” He whispered in her ear, not letting go of her just yet.

Nesta reflexively put her arms around his torso, tightening her grip to the point of pain. He squeezed her in turn, stroking the back of her head with gentle fingers. She closed her eyes, basking in that anchoring feeling of being taken care of, being loved.

Cassian knew she needed some quiet time whenever she came back from work so they stood there for minutes, just touching, no talking, unwinding from a very long week without each other.

“You're back early,” he repeated, pulling away just enough for him to look at her face. He brushed a strand of stray hair away from her nose and cupped her cheek, sweeping a thump right below her eye. He smiled, even if a concerned wrinkle appeared between his eyes.

She nodded, leaning in his touch. 

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice a faint lullaby. 

She could only nod again. 

“Why don't you go into the bathroom and I run you a hot bubbly bath, uh?” He suggested, touching a knuckle to her chin.

Another nod. He cleared his throat and leaned in, placing a soft soft kiss to her lips. Nesta sighed when he stepped back and let him go reluctantly when he started walking towards the back of the house. 

“There's still hot water on the stove, if you want some tea.”

She took a deep breath and bent forward, starting to open her luggage. Cassian made the short jog back to her and tugged on her blouse, making her rise again. Her back cracked as they both laughed.

“Leave it, I'll take care of it while you bathe. Go get the tea and come meet me in the bathroom.” 

Nesta smiled up at him, touching his chest, tiptoeing to kiss him again. He met her halfway, placing a hand on the small of her back to keep her close. 

“Thank you,” she said against his lips, noses brushing.

“I love you, now go.” He said, pressing another kiss to her forehead. 

“No bubbles, please.” 

“No bubbles coming your way, I swear.”

He left at that, swinging his hips left and right to make her laugh. It worked.

She was still boiling over in her hatred towards her job when she made her way to the kitchen and what she saw there put everything into perspective again. The table was basically collapsing under the weight of what was at least twenty textbooks and thousands of papers. A myriad of colored pencils and highlighters was scattered on every surface and from what she could see, Cassian had at least fifteen tabs open on his laptop. The floor was a canvas of written post-it notes and more papers, organized in what seemed to be a map.

He really was doing his best. 

Her heart tugged a little as she poured the water in her favorite mug. The bone-deep exhaustion and lack of will to live were not for nothing. She was doing this for him and that was enough motivation not to quit. 

She walked to the living room, warm beverage in her hands, and looked around to see if there was anything she'd have to do tomorrow. Maybe tidy up, go grocery shop, clean the whole house. But no, everything looked perfect as usual. 

She was about to go look in their bedroom, when Cassian called to her, “Nes? It's ready.” 

Slowly, she dragged herself to him. He was standing next to their tub, looking at the water filling up and when she finally stopped next to him he curled his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple.

“You eaten anything yet?” 

She shook her head, “No, my boss asked me if I wanted to come back with him tonight while I was about to head to the restaurant. Didn't have time to order take away.”

He hummed. “Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?” 

“Not really, no,” she tilted her head to the side, facing him. “Thank you, though.”

Cassian looked down at her then, bringing her closer to him. “Are you okay, baby? You look exhausted.” 

The unsease in his voice made her want to cry. 

“Just tired, don't worry about it.” 

He nodded, kissing her again. It didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon, either. She didn't mind. 

“I'll let you decompress a little,” he murmured against her cheek, leaving yet another peck on her lips. “You sure you don't want food? Not even grilled cheese? A tiny sandwich?”

“A hundred percent sure,” she chuckled. 

“Well, then, in that case,” he kissed her again, this time deepening the kiss, drinking from her mouth, breathing from her lungs. He kissed her bottom lip and left her there, stunned.

***

Nesta was crunching up her hair as she exited the bathroom and strode for the bedroom, her feet freezing on the stone cold floors. 

Cassian grinned at her from his perch on the pillows when she stopped at the foot of the bed. “You feeling better?” 

“Reborn,” was her only reply.

She tied her hair up in a towel and crawled on the sheets to him, where she laid across his body: her head on his heart, a leg slung over his hips, her arm around his waist. 

His chest rumbled with laughter.

“Are you comfy like this?” 

“Mhmh, so good.” 

She almost moaned as he put down his book and moved so that their bodies intertwined. One of his legs went between hers, an arm under her head while the other around her waist and to her back, where he pushed her flat to his chest. He put his lips to her head and stayed in that position long enough that Nesta thought he'd fallen asleep. 

She certainly had been on the gates of unconsciousness when he talked.

“I know I don't say it often, but thank you.” 

Nesta had to put actual effort in staying awake, so she only ran the hand that wasn't stuck between their bodies down his back in soothing motions.

“I hope you know that I'm grateful for you and what you're doing for me.” 

His voice sounded rough, as if he was worried what her reaction would be. That was enough to make her worry, and even though sleep was calling her under, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

Gently stroking his sternum with her knuckles, she said, “I know you are, Cass. You don't need to tell me.” 

He shuffled a little, rearranging limbs and pulling her tight to him. 

“I just don't want you to think I'm slacking off or chilling in between classes and exams while you work your ass off.” 

At that point, Nesta tried to free herself from his grip. That he thought–

“Let's… can we, please, stay like this? I really missed having you home. Can you stay here?” 

It was barely a whisper and Nesta's heart seized. Her stomach bottomed. Her head twirled.

“Of course we can. I can.” She put her hand flat on his chest, feeling his wild heartbeat. “Cassian, what's going on? Are you okay?” 

“Yes, yes. I am. I swear. I just,” another pause, a deep breath. “I see you getting home every night and you look like death, no offense. You just look so fucking tired, Nes, all the time. Whenever you come back from another trip you look so done with everything. And I really don't want you thinking I don't appreciate everything you're doing for us. For me.”

She closed her eyes, leaning her head to his collarbone. This didn't sound like something that'd just come up. It felt more like something he'd been sitting on for a long time. 

“How long have you been having these thoughts?” 

He sniffed, “That's not the point.”

“It is for me,” she said firmly, but gently.

She gave him a moment to think, to gather his words. They stayed silent so long she seriously thought he'd fallen asleep on her, again.

“A few weeks. Since your last trip to Adriata,” he admitted.

Nesta hugged him closer. “That's almost four months ago, baby.”

“I know.”

“Why only bring it up now?”

“What would have changed? Short of me quitting uni and finding a job myself, there's nothing I can do to fix this for you.” He sounded pained. Like he truly believed he was the cause of her every malaise.

She moved back then, even when he tried to keep her in his embrace. She still lay down on her side, but she was now looking him in the eyes, a deep scowl on her face.

“What would have changed?” She parroted him, skimming her fingers down the side of his face. “Everything, Cass. I'd have told you this isn't on you. That we literally flipped a coin to see who would go to university first, while the other worked. This is not on you. It never has been and it never will.

“I don't want you to think you're causing me any kind of stress. Or pain. You need to focus on your classes and you taking care of that and the house in the meantime is enough. You're doing enough, love.”

He looked frantic, like he couldn't, wouldn't believe her words. She breathed in, offering what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“You've already come such a long way. You're more than halfway through it. Yes, I am tired and I don't like my job, I'm not gonna lie, but do you have any idea how happy and proud I am of you, every time you walk through our front door and tell me your results? Or simply start ranting about your latest paper?  I love it. I love you.” 

He sprung forward, catching her lips between his, taking everything she was offering and giving back twice as much. 

He touched his forehead to hers, “I just wish it was me.”

“And I don't, and we've had this conversation far too many times.” She reminded him.

That was true. They had fought months over who, between the two of them, would sacrifice five years of their lives by carrying the economic expenses of their little family on their backs while the other studied. 

At the end of the day, after hours listing pros and cons, weighing every option in the universe, they found that the only reasonable solution was to flip a coin. Nesta's relief when it'd landed on head (her choice) had been so palpable that it didn't leave room for discussion. 

And while she really, really, really didn't like her job, she never had a day of regret.

Cassian settled down after that, an arm bent behind his head and the other around her shoulders still. Nesta knew it was all pretense and he wasn't convinced, but she had no fight left in her right then. 

She just needed her husband to hold her and let her sleep for at least ten hours. So she told him as much and Cassian chucked that rocky, low laugh of his. 

She turned her back to his, letting him engulf her with his whole body. His mouth brushed her ear and right before she finally fell, his words pierced through her heart. 

I love you.

[starsfic]

Hey, Mama

Summary: @draw-of-the-moon's Chimera Parents AU: Nearly a year after her daughter becomes the sea, Long Xiaojiao answers a knock at the door.

AO3/Ko-Fi

-_-

The Weather Station had let it rain today.

Long Xiaojiao glanced out the window as she finished drying her son off, smiling at Jiayi's annoyed little chirp. The moment he had been born and revealed his ability to float, the little sea monkey had loved water, even if it was the rain that had caught him and Xiaotian when they were coming back from the grocery store. “Okay, okay,” she said, chuckling. “I’m done,” She planted a big kiss on his cheek before grabbing his diaper and onesie. Jiayi was an easy baby to clothe, thankfully, not like Firecracker or Kai…

Or Nya…

She pushed back the instinctual wave of grief and focused on buttoning the last little sea turtle button. “There we go,” she said, nuzzling her cheek against his. Jiayi cooed at the contact as she opened the door. “Jiayi’s cleaned up!”

“Thanks!” Xiaotian said, popping up. His hair still gleamed wetly from the shower. “I think it’s about nap time, so I’ll grab Huiying?”

“Sounds good!” 

By the time Huiying and Jiayi woke up, Red would have dinner ready. It smelled good already, but Xiaojiao knew better than to peek in and hopefully steal a bite. Red had been taking lessons from Pigsy on that.

Ding dong.

“Can someone get that?” Red called from the kitchen.

“I got it!” 

Xiaojiao hummed as she headed to the door, her smile growing brighter at the sound of delighted laughter coming from the living room. Even with all the years, her home was still a fortress of warmth and safety and love, even for those gone, like her daughter.

She opened the door and nearly dropped Jiayi.

“Hey, Mama,” Nya stood on the doorstep. She looked worn and ragged, every inch of her soaking wet, but her smile was bright. “I’m back.”

It was just like she had gotten back from a trip, not from becoming the sea for over a year.

Xiaojiao moved forward without a thought. 

Nya gasped as her arms wrapped around her, wasting no time in hugging her back. Her knees buckled and she collapsed, dragging Nya down. There was a cry from behind Nya that sounded like either Kai or Jay, but she didn’t care. Her daughter was warm and gentle in her arms. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but they were happy ones, full of joy.

A quiet coo made her pull away, revealing Jiayi, staring at Nya. Oh, right. Jiayi hadn’t been born yet when Nya had… A hand reached out, smoothing Jiayi’s ruly red curls. “Hi, Jiayi,” Nya whispered, her voice full of love. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

“Hey, Xiaojiao, who’s at the door-” Xiaotian gasped. “NYA?!” 

There was a crashing sound from the kitchen and then footsteps rushing towards them. Xiaojiao didn’t look away from her daughter or son, not even when two pairs of arms wrapped around both of them, and Huiying and Firecracker’s voices mixed in cries of “Jiejie! Jiejie!”

Nya was home and Xiaojiao wouldn’t let her go.

[devastator1775]

Experiencing the joy of being new parents, but your baby won't go to sleep

Summary: Uzi and N need sleep, but their baby daughter Nix has different plans. Also found on AO3!

Uzi stirred in her sleep as something was rousing her from her dreams. Uzi groaned as she groggily opened her eyes. Was their daughter crying? She buried her face in her pillow. She’d just done a double shift at the clinic and had been so exhausted when she got home. She had greeted her husband N, hugged their pill baby Nicole and gone straight to bed to recharge. She literally didn’t have enough energy to deal with their newborn right now. She’d happily spend the entire next day with Nicole playing and being a mom after she’d had a full recharge cycle.

“Babe, your daughter is crying…” Uzi muttered in her pillow as she reached out to slap her husband face to wake him up …only to slap a whole lot of matrass and nothing much else. She lifted her face from her pillowy goodness and raised an eyebrow as she saw that N had already left. Without making any noise? She blinked in confusion. “N is quick, but not that quick. And certainly not that quiet…”

With a bit of effort, she pushed herself out of bed, grabbed her dressing gown, putting it on as she walked out the bedroom toward their daughter’s room. She already could see a dim light through the crack of the door. She quietly pushed it open a bit so she could see through it. The sight inside brought a smile to her face.

Sitting on a chair, holding their daughter and smiling brightly, was N. Little Nicole was in his arms, giggling and chirping at her father while he was singing a lullaby at her.

N sang softly as he gently rocked their baby around. “Are you sleeping, are you sleeping My Nicole? My Nicole? Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing.”

“Ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong.” Uzi finished softly as she walked into the room.

N looked up with a soft smile. “Oh-oh, mommy is awake. Now we’re both in trouble.” He looked down at his daughter, who giggled, making little chirps as she rocked around.

“Oh, my little angel is never in trouble and neither are you …if you’re gonna be a good boy.” Uzi greeted N with a kiss on the cheek as she sat down on the armrest. “You got here quick…”

N cocked his head with a mildly confused look. “Quick? I’ve been here for …” A timer appeared on his screen, showing [19min23sec]. “-almost 20 minutes.”

A question mark appeared on Uzi’s visor screen, making N chuckle. “Hadn’t she been crying just now?”

“She was earlier. You needed the sleep, so I took care of it. ” N admitted. He looked down at Nicole with a grin. “Just a widdle exhaust buildup that was bothering her, wasn’t it, Nicole?”

Uzi giggled as Nicole replied with chirps and whistles.

“And for the past 20 minutes I’ve been trying to get her back to sleep.” He tickled Nicole’s belly. “But she hasn’t been quite cooperative, haven’t you? No, you’ve been having too much fun laughing at daddy’s face, haven’t you?”

Nicole let out a long chirp, the eyes on her tiny visor showing delight.

“Well, you’ve got a very laughable face, N. But, I could’ve sworn …” Now that Uzi was thinking about it, she hadn’t really heard anything. She’d just …woken up and instantly thought her daughter needed her. “I swear, I heard her crying. I must’ve imagined it.”

“Seems to me that someone’s motherly instincts were ringing.” N said with a grin. “Guess you felt that someone needed her momma. Speaking of which, wanna take a crack at getting her to sleep?”

“Always.” Uzi held out her arms, smiling as N promptly handed over their daughter. “Hi there, little Sparkplug.”

She giggled as Nicole’s eyes became angry and a disapproving buzz emanated from her tiny frame. “Oh, still not liking that nickname, Nicole?”  

“Actually, I’ve been trying out some pet names for her and –“ He leaned in closer to Uzi’s audio receivers and whispered something.

Uzi’s grin grew, giving N a soft look. “N, that’s perfect!” She looked down at her little girl. “Little Nix…”

The pill baby let out a series of delighted chirps and thrills, little hearts flowing on her screen.

“I think she likes it.” N commented. “Hiya, Nix.”

Another series of chirps came from the droneling. Uzi giggled, resting her head on her husband’s shoulder as she gazed lovingly at her little Nix. A flurry of warm feelings fell over her as she looked into her daughter’s eyes. That same warmth she felt whenever N was with her.

She never knew she would ever experience that warmth. When she was young, she was certain she’d go offline alone and unloved …or dismembered by a Murder Drone. Who knew she’d ended up marrying one? Having a child with him? Being happy with them?

Especially after …

Her thoughts drifted to hers and N’s shared past; to the things they’ve gone through. The horrors, the discoveries, the pain ….

“She doesn’t have it, Uzi.”

Uzi let out a soft gasp, roused from her dark thoughts. She looked up at N, who was giving her a stern, but reassuring look. “I didn’t say anything…”

“Your eyes say it all.” N caressed her cheek, grinning as Uzi leaned in closer to his touch. “After …everything, Tessa gave our codes a thorough examination, twice. She didn’t find any trace of Solver strings in our coding. She didn’t find any in Nicole too.”

“I know, I know. It’s just ….” Uzi sighed wistfully, clenching her eyes shut. “I don’t want her to go through the same shi- ….things we went through. I don’t want her to have to deal with eldritch being, evil AI, corporate sects, mutations and powers. I want her to have friends, go to parties, become the very best at school, find someone that will love her. I want us to be her parents that love and adore her.”

“Well, I don’t know if we can do anything about those first things, but …” N cupped Uzi’s cheek and planted a kiss on the other. “That last part she will have for certain.”

“It’s just …” Uzi looked down at Nix, who stared back at her with big eyes. She took a deep breath. “What if we mess up? What if we – I – can’t be the parent she needs us to be? It’s not like we have many good role models to take examples off. I didn’t have a mom and while I know my dad loved me and wanted the best for me, but his sense of duty towards the protection of the colony didn’t leave much sense of duty for raising his daughter. I mean, you know how I was…”

“I believe you called yourself ’an angsty, teenage rebel with crippling daddy issues’?” N replied with a grin, chuckling as Uzi stuck her tongue out at him.

“And you saw how Tessa’s parents treated her.” Uzi continued, her thoughts going back to the memories she had seen of Tessa’s and the Disassembly Drones’ collective past. “They were …awful!”

“So, we have clear examples of how not to raise our child.” N said. He wrapped an arm around Uzi’s shoulders and pulled her against him. “Listen, I get it, Uzi. Never in my wildest dreams I could imagine that I, of all drones, would end up having a family. Sure, we’re new at this. We’re learning. Chances are, we’re gonna mess it up from time to time. But you know why I know you and I can make this work?”

“Because we are the ‘dapper buddies’?” Uzi answered with a smirk.

“Precisely!” N replied with a big grin. His eyes darted down, his wide grin changing to a warm smile. He looked up at Uzi, giving her a reassuring smile. “You know, there’s no doubt in my mind you’re gonna make an amazing mom, Uzi.”

“How can you be sure?”

N’s eyes darted down again and brought his voice down to a whisper. “Because I’ve been trying to get Nix to fall asleep for over 20 minutes and you’ve held her for less than 5.”

Uzi looked down and the sight beholden to her filled her core with warmth and other motherly feelings as she noticed that Nix had fallen asleep in her arms. The little visor showed the message [Sleep Mode. Maximum adorableness enabled.] and little ‘Zzzzz’s drifting up and down her screen.

“Uzi Doorman, you are a natural parent.” N reaffirmed, planting a kiss on his wife’s cheek.

Uzi giggled softly as she hopped of the armchair and walked over to Nix’s charging cradle. She hummed a lullaby as she gently plugged her into the charging port. She planted a gentle kiss on the top of her baby’s head. “Good night, little Sparkplug.”

Her core purred as she watched her N pull Nix’s wolf-adorned blanket over her and kissed her goodnight as well. They tiptoed it out of the baby room and back to their own. The moment the they closed the door behind them, Uzi jumped up in N’s arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and proceeded to passionately kiss him, which the latter eagerly accepted.

“And what did I do to deserve such a sweet treat?” N asked when Uzi finally released her hold on the former’s lips.

“For being an amazing husband and an amazing father.” Uzi giggled as she played with the buttons of N’s PJ vest. “So …you wanna play around with each other for a bit, hmm? Like we used too?”

N grinned and kissed her with the same passion she had shown earlier. “Very tempting, but …I think we better catch up on some sleep. You look like you really need it.”

“Oh, thank Robo-God….” Uzi let out a sigh of visible relief and buried her face in N’s shoulder, making the latter chuckle as he patted her back. “I think sleep deprivation has my reasoning subroutines on the fritz….”

“I’m keeping that offer in my back pocket, though.” N half-joked as he carried his wife to their bed.

“You better…” Uzi mumbled tiredly as she kissed his cheek. “And when we do, it’s gonna be awesome….”

“Undoubtedly, Uzi.” N chuckled, gently placing his wife into the bed and crawling in next to her. He lifted up an arm so Uzi could snuggle up against him. Uzi wrapped one arms over him, resting her head on his chest.

“N?”

“Yah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Soon, the two young parents drifted off to sleep.

Until they were woken up a couple of hours later by Nix crying, who felt like she had slept enough.

Oh, the joy of being new parents.

[twice-inamillion]

Mina’s Birthday Gift

Smut, Fluff (Date, Deep penetration, creampie, lactating)

Chapter 177

Date with Mina and a round of sex

*" Smack… smack…" is what Mina feels on her face. She slowly opens her eyes to see Ari's small hands smacking her in the face.

"Ari, are you wide awake already?" as is sitting down on the bed with a large smile. "Are you having a good morning?"

Ari leans on Mina's tummy and then crawls to the end of the bed. "Wait… don't get close to the bed; you're going to fall off." Mina gets up and tries to catch Ari before she has an accident.

Immediately Mina hears a soft cry coming from the other side of the bed. "Aww, Hina, I'm sorry we're being too loud." Hina, not feeling her mother's warmth, was up to see her mother not next to her. She gets up and sees her mother on the other side of the bed with Ari, believing that her mom is going to leave her behind. Hina stretches her arms, trying to reach for her mom, and is in tears.

"My poor baby, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere," picking Hina up. Mina rocks her gently, calming her down. Hina then rubs her face on Mina's chest, "are you hungry?"

Unbuttoning her blouse, Hina rubs her nose on Mina's chest before attaching herself to the light brown nipple in front of her. "There, there, you're alright," as Hina begins to suckle.

"Mina! Kids! Breakfast is ready!" as Mina hears her mom's shout from the other side of the door.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"I slept well. I enjoy sleeping in my old room but do find it a bit funny."

"Why is that?"

"Well, it's my old room when I was a kid and now I'm using it again but I have my kids."

"Haha, that's true. How can a kid that still likes watching amine and playing video games have her own kids."

"Mom… I only watch anime on Saturdays, I'm not a kid anymore" frowns Mina.

"Oh really? So why is the tv on right now? What were you going to watch?"

Mina is silent because her mother is right she's still like a child that is raising small versions of herself. She changes the subject by giving attention to the twins who are sitting in their high chairs. Both Ari and Hina try to eat the baby food that is in front of them as they watch the anime that their mother puts on.

"Mina, you should get ready for your birthday date. He should be picking you up soon."

"You're right. I need to make sure I look pretty for him. It's been a while since I've gone out with him, and want to leave a good impression. I could pack some extra clothes, just in case.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself."

———

*" Ding dong."

You ring the doorbell to Mina's house, waiting to see her and your twins after being separated for a few days. It's Mina's birthday, and both of you have made plans to go out and spend time alone.

"Coming!"

You hear Mina's voice coming from the other side of the door. She opens the door and says, "good morning Oppa."

"Good morning, Mina."

"Come in. The twins are watching some tv." Mina starts to walk back to the living room, but you stop her by holding onto her hand. "Why are you walking all fast? I want to wish you a Happy Birthday. Can't I kiss you?"

"Uhmm… but my parents are here."

"It's just a small kiss."

"Okay."

Mina closes her eyes and nervously waits for her birthday kiss. You want to tease her but don't want to cause any trouble. You pull her in and give her a small kiss on her cheek and on her forehead. "Happy Birthday, baby."

"Thank you, you make me so happy," as she places her head on your chest. "Want to see the twins?" You nod, and she walks towards the living room. "Wow, you look great," giving her a smack on the ass. "Oppa, my parents are home, not here." Giving her a smirk, and asks, "maybe later?" Mina walks back and pulls you in, and whispers, "you might get lucky tonight" she smiles and waddles away.

“Ari, Hina, daddy is here.” Automatically the twins turn around and look for their dad. But he's nowhere to be found; they look around and eventually look back at Mina. "Oh no! Where is daddy? Where did he go?" Ari smacks her hand on her high chair table.

You approach the living room, trying to avoid Ari and Hina's sight. As they look around, you wait for the perfect moment to surprise them. You slowly get behind them and say, "good morning, daddy is here." You watch as they both turn around, and Ari giggles. With their baby talk, they raise their arms, wanting to be held.

You pick up both Ari and Hina and have them in each arm. Having not seen you for a few days, they place their head on your chest. Mina's mom walks next to you, "they must have missed you a lot."

"Yes, I've missed them too. Hopefully, they had a good time with their grandparents."

"Yes, they are enjoying us pampering them. They are our little princesses."

"Is true?" The twins agree as they show their gummy smiles.

"By the way. Are you both ready for your date? Make sure to leave now before it gets busy."

"Yes, we'll be leaving soon. Just need to grab some last-minute things."

———-

You both arrive at Universal Studios Japanese in the city of Osaka. It's your first time here, but it's Mina's favorite place to go growing up.

You see, as she is excited to go inside after not visiting for so long. "Come on Oppa, let's go."

Mina pulls you towards the entrance, scanning your tickets. "Okay, I want to get some things from the shop before we get on any rides, okay?"

"It's your day; you lead the way." Mina begins to waddle towards the shop and looks through the self. "Okay, I have everything I wanted to get right now. We can come back before we leave, right?"

"Of course, anything for the birthday girl," Mina smiles. She then pulls out her phone and shows you a list of attractions she wants to visit.

The first attraction is the new Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon attraction. Mina begins to skip as she makes her way to the attraction. "I'm excited, I've been reading about it, and I heard that it's really good." You can see how much she looks at this even if she's wearing a mask. "This is why I got the sailor moon merch now; I wanted to get on the ride with it. Don't you think I look pretty?" as she holds her wand and purse in hand.

"Yes, you look like a cute little princess." Hearing this makes Mina embarrassed. As you enter the ride, Mina holds your hand the whole time.

After every ride, you both walk alongside each other with Mina's head on your shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the Godzilla vs. Evangelion attraction. It's over there," as she begins to see it. After finishing the ride, you take a small break to catch your breath.

"You have a lot of energy, Mina." Mina laughs, "I'm having fun. It's not every day that you can visit an amusement park that has your childhood shows as attractions."

"Are you ready for the last one?"

"Which one is it?"

"It's the Attack on Titan one and the last one. Saved the best for last." She stands up and waddles to the store. "Let's get matching capes!" Mina hands you a cape, and you place it on. "Want me to help you put it on?" "Yes, let's take a couple's picture together."

Mina pulls out her phone and takes a selfie of you together. "Come closer, I want to get both of us together." *click click She takes a series of photos and chooses a couple to add a filter on it. "Look, don't we look cute together?"

"I liked the attraction. Let's come back again and maybe bring some of the members." You nod in approval, "what do you want to do next?" Mina pauses for a moment and thinks about what she wants to do. "Well… I'm hungry. I want something nice to eat."

"You read my mind. I actually have a reservation for a nice restaurant in an hour and a half. Maybe we can head out now and have a little walk before getting there." With a smile, Mina says, "sounds good."

After leaving the theme park, you and Mina make your way back to the city. You both walk down the street before getting to the restaurant. "How did you know I wanted to come here?" You think back to when you asked Momo and Sana for some advice and how Mina had wanted to come to Chayamachi. They helped you make a reservation for Mina's birthday. "I asked some friends."

When you both arrive at the restaurant, you're welcomed and escorted to your private booth. "This is really nice. Thank you for bringing me here."

You and Mina have a full-course meal consisting of both seafood and meats. You watch as Mina enjoys every bite. Seeing her happy makes your day. The dinner ends with a nice slice of chocolate cake. You place two small candle sticks and light them up. "Happy Birthday, Mina."

"Thank you."

You pay for the dinner and start to walk back to the entrance. "Do you want to walk for a bit or want me to take you straight home?" Mina pulls the corner of your jacket, "I want to stay the night."

Mina isn't the type of person to be proactive in these sorts of situations. "Are you sure?" Mina nods, "I told my mom that I was going to stay with you to watch the girls. I want you to make love to me." She immediately hides her embarrassment by using her hands. "I can't believe I said that. It's so embarrassing."

You try to reassure her, "it's okay; I want the same thing. I just wasn't sure if you were ready." Looking into each other's eyes, you confirm that she wants this. You take her hand and head back to your hotel.

Scanning your hotel key, you open the door for Mina, "wow, the room is really nice." She walks towards the other side of the room and stares, "you have an amazing view. You can see the whole city from up here." Wanting to enjoy the moment, you wrap your arms around Mina's waist, holding her tight. "The view is nice, but it's better with you here" you proceed to kiss the side of her neck.

The sudden feel of your kissing on Mina's neck is unexpected, causing her to shiver and get goosebumps. As you continue to kiss her, she slowly releases a soft moan. You move your left hand to her breast and your right hand down her underwear. As you move slowly down, you feel a little bush. Your fingers hover over them and make their way toward her private place. You can feel the anticipation coming from Mina as her body begins to move as you get closer to her entrance. With the use of your two fingers, you trace her lips and slowly insert the tip. She moans as you touch her sacred place.

You whisper in her ear, "you're wet. Moan for me, Mina, moan. I want to see you enjoy yourself." Mina, who was trying her best to hold in her moaning, finally released her enjoyment. "Ahh… ahh… oppa, don't tease me like this. I want you."

Hearing that has gotten you hard. You undress her, removing every piece of clothing with such care. Not being intimate with Mina for such a long time has gotten you nervous, not wanting her other self to come out. So instead, you want to be as careful as possible not to trigger her. Once she's in just her bra and underwear, you take a step back.

"Wow! You have such as amazing body", making Mina blush. "Don't say that. You're making me embarrassed ." "You don't have to be; you have a perfect body." She lowers he hands and tries to pose by placing her hands on her hips. You can help but think of it as cute. "Oppa, you want me to strip for you?"

This catches you off guard, "I would like that." Mina steps back, in the middle of the city lights as her background, and undoes her bra. They drop to the floor and move on to her matching panties. Once she's bare naked in front of you, "what do you think?"

Words can't describe how she currently looks. With Sharon, it is straightforward, hot, and sweaty sex, but with Mina, it's different. "I have no words. You're beautiful." You walk towards her, feeling her body with a delicate hand. The feeling of her shoulders to her waist, her breast to her abs, and the feeling of her thighs to her ass. "I'm a lucky guy."

"What do you like about my body?"

"Everything."

"But if you had to choose one thing? What would it be?"

You're hesitant to respond. You like every inch of her body, but in your head, you know your answer. "If I have had to choose, it… it would be your ass."

"You like my bottom? Why? with a curious face.

"It's just the way it looks and the way it feels in my hand. I love it."

"You really like it, huh" as she begins to smile.

Seeing her smile is the best reaction, "who wouldn't? Anyone would be jealous to have one like yours. Especially with how soft it feels to touch," as you start to grab her ass cheek.

"Oppa… you're such a dirty boy. But… I like it. You're mine, and if you like my butt, I'm happy."

After giving her a last grab and rub, Mina stands on her tippy toes and kisses you on the cheek. She walks towards the bed and lays on her back, "Oppa, I'm ready for you," she says as she slowly spreads her legs open. Mina gives you a good view which makes you hard; you walk towards her and take off your clothes. Taking off your clothes as you go, you throw them on the nearest chair you can find.

Now you're in front of Mina, and what a fantastic view. Mina's legs are spread open, and you can see her nice trimmed bush and cute little pussy leaking from before. "Wow, I want to eat you whole. I can't wait. I want to see you a bit better," as you spread her legs even more. Getting on one knee at a time, you are right in front of her cunt. You feel the warmth that is released by how close you are.

"Itadakimasu," as you pull her in closer towards your face and take a good mouth full. You hear Mina's moans as you trace her entrance. Her sounds get even louder as you use your tongue to explore the walls. You switch from sucking on her nub to tracing your lips against her lips to eating out her insides. Every time you switch, you hear her struggle to keep her composure until, finally, she breaks. She begins to tremble as you slightly bite her little numb, causing her to release a stream of precious liquid on your face and chest.

After watching her shake violently for a minute, you can't wait any longer, so you pull her in close to the edge of the bed. Aligning your cock to her entrance, you watch as she is still experiencing some after-effects of her first orgasm of the night. "I want you, Mina; I can't wait," as you start to push the tip of your cock inside of her. She grabs both your wrists with her hands on hold of you, tight. She tilts her head to the side as she tries to endure your length and bites onto the bedsheet. "I'm going to go slowly, okay? Let me know if it is too much for you, and I'll stop." Mina nods her head, giving you her approval.

You push your cock slowly, feeling every inch of her insides as it gives you much resistance. "Hmm.. oh my god… you're too big, oppa," as she digs her nails into your skin. "Are you okay? Is it too much? Want me to pull out? You ask. "No! I can take it. Just go slowly. I can take you in whole, just like before. I can do it." You admire her determination but also worry that she might be forcing herself. Instead, you push a bit more and see her biting her lip, causing you to pull out a bit. "Don't," as she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer to her, causing you to impale her in one move. "Ahhh… fuck… it hurts," as tears begin to flow from Mina's eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to," as you try to apologize. "No, it's okay. I pulled you in. I just wanted to get it over with, but I can't believe it would hurt so much." You ask, "you want to stop?" "No, just move slowly. I'll get used to it as you go." You do as you're told and slowly begin to thrust inside of her. You see that with every thrust, she is adjusting to your length as her cries of pain turn to tears of pleasure and joy.

"Kiss me," whispers Mina as she brings you in closer to her face and makes you get on top of her. Both of your lips move against each other, tongues twisting and saliva being mixed as you both drown in lust for each other. You can't tell how much time has passed during your make-out session, but you know that she's enjoying it.

After finally letting go, you notice that her tits are perked up and leaking. "Is your cock throbbing when you saw my breast leak?" she asks. "Umm… yes." "You want to give it a try? with a shy face. You nod your head, and she grabs your right breast and gives it a nice squeeze causing it to release more milk.

"Come on; you can drink as much as you want." No need to wait as you dive in and grab onto her breast, kneading one while sucking on the other. Mina's precious milk flows down your throat as you thrust inside her. You try to make her feel as if she's feeding you. Like before, you lose track of time as you are too concentrated on milking her dry. "Oppa, cum inside me. I want to feel all of you."

Hear that gets breaks your concentration, "you want me to? Are you sure?" Mina nods, "Yes, I'm safe today. You can fill me to your heart's content. My body is yours." "Okay, I'm close," as you switch to her into a Valedictorian position. With her legs up in the air, you can reach much deeper.

You start to increase the pace of your thrusting, making Mina call out your name. "It feels so good. Yes, like that. Cum inside of me, I can feel your cock throbbing; I want to feel full; I'm ready." You pull out your cock, leaving the tip inside and looking directly into Mina's eyes. In that instance, you impale her again, causing her to grunt and her eyes to roll back. "Take my cum, baby," as a wave of cum floods her insides. Mina has another orgasm right after the sudden penetration of her womb.

You stay connected to her as she has her orgasm. You feel her wall's clenched onto your cock with all its might. You see as her tummy swells up a bit from the amount of cum you filled her with. Once she gains her composure, she grabs your head and kisses you again. "That felt so good. I thought I was going to pass out," she laughs.

You pull out your cock and watch as your cum flows out, staining the sheets below. "That was good. I can't wait to do it again sometime."

"What do you mean? We have all night, remember? I can still go again. Don't you forget it's still my birthday, and I want you to fuck me until sunrise?"

"Really?"

"Yes, and if you're lucky, I might let you fuck me from the back.

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 30]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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Just like you and Mingi predicted, you were so busy that you haven't really spent any time with him over the next couple of weeks. What made you feel worse was not being able to see Haneul.

You started early or worked through the night that having Haneul around would just not be fair to her. You wouldn't be able to give your attention to her and care for her, which is why she still doesn't live with you.

"Mingi hyung, are you okay?" Jongho asked, noticing the taller male unusually quiet, a distant look on his face.

"I'm worried about Indigo... You know she had just been cooped up in her studio. I've been busy too so I haven't gone to visit her and check if she's okay." Mingi sighed.

"It's normal when it's comeback preparation season for producers. Hongjoong hyung hasn't been coming home too." Jongho said.

"Her studio is just downstairs, buddy. You can ask her." Yunho patted Mingi on the shoulder.

"No... I don't want to disturb her. She's stresesd out as is..." Mingi chewed on his bottom lip. He groaned, falling back to lay on the practice room floor. He missed you so much.

"I'm sure you won't stress her." Yunho chuckled.

"It's not me that will stress her. It's the thought of me that will stress her out. I know her, she'll see me and feel bad for not spending time with me. I don't want to add to that. If she thinks we're both busy that we can't spend time with each other, it'll make her feel less guilty." Mingi explained.

"Wow." Jongho snorted with a smile. Even Yunho blinked, speechless at how Mingi was so confident in his knowledge of you.

Mingi didn't even know your schedule, he just knew you were busy. The both of you decided not to share a calendar and overwhelm or worry the other party.

"Maybe you can cook her a meal, lighten that load." Wooyoung joined the discussion circle.

"My omma has been giving me food to give to her." Mingi said flatly. He remembers the shock, thinking the food was for him but his mother warned him not to eat it, saying it was for you only.

"I would suggest we all surprise her but with Mingi's whole insight into Indigo's psyche earlier, I'm not sure if that will go well."

"You guys think of something. I'll just buy her a coffee and get it delivered to her studio first." Mingi pushed himself to stand up, going to retrieve his phone. He ordered two iced coffees from the cafe you liked and got it delivered to your studio.

'Thanks for the coffee, Mings... I really needed it. Are you in the studio today? - Prod. Baby'

'Yeah. Actually I'm already in the building, we just finished dance practice. - Mings'

'Can you come? - Prod. Baby'

"That's my queue. I'll see you guys later." Mingi slung his bag over his shoulder and left the dance studio. Before going to you, he went to the bathroom to change out of his hoodie and into a clean shirt.

DING DONG

Mingi stood there, waiting for you to open the door. Not that you didn't tell him your studio password or anything, he simply didn't want to know it when you offered to tell him. That was your private space, not his, and if he was going to be inside, you should be there with him.

"Mings." A smile appeared on your face as you opened the door and took him in. Mingi dropped his bag, immediately leaning down to scoop you into his arms.

"I missed you." You said, muffled into his shoulder as your arms tightened around his neck.

"Me too." He mumbled, rubbing his face into your neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent and relaxed in your hold.

Like always, Mingi didn't let you go. Instead, he teetered into the studio, closing the door behind him. He didn't care that his bag was left in the hallway.

"You left your bag out there, silly." You giggled.

"It's fine. There's nothing good to steal in there." Mingi said. You shook your head with a laugh, leaning in to give him a quick peck. After that, you went to get his bag from outside, closing the door and locking the door after that.

"Baby, have you been sleeping here again?" Mingi asked, finally noticing the set up pull out bed. You hadn't bothered to tidy it up since you were using it for night sleeps and naps.

That was when Mingi took in your appearance as well. You looked tired, pale with sunken eyes. You also felt lighter when Mingi lifted you up.

"Only for the past two nights." You confessed. Mingi didn't lecture you or scold you.

"Poor, baby." He hugged you.

"That's fine. I just needed to see you. I'm already feeling much better after seeing you." You wrapped your arms around his waist, sticking yourself to him like a baby koala.

"Let's take a nap, hmm? I'll wake you up when you want me to." Mingi suggested kindly. That sounded really tempting, sleeping with Mingi beside you, holding you. Looking back at your desk, you thought about all the work you have been doing. Maybe you could afford a 1-hour nap or even 2-hours.

"Okay. Wake me up in 2 hours." You told him. Mingi nodded, setting the alarm on his phone. You dimmed the lights as you both settled on the pull out bed.

"It's not as comfortable as home." You chuckled, feeling the springs move easily under you.

"That's okay. It's better than nothing." He smiled, happy to just be with you. One arm was tucked under your head, becoming your pillow and his other arm draped over your waist loosely.

"Before you sleep..." Mingi started. You hummed in question.

"This." He pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, hands coming up to hold his cheeks. You felt Mingi squeeze the flesh of your waist.

"Okay, now you can sleep." He said, pulling away. You laughed at how silly he was as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck.

You fell asleep in record time, forgetting where you were temporarily. The previous two weeks of barely getting any sleep caught up with you so quickly. All that mattered was that Mingi was here with you and you were in safe in his arms.

"Baby? Love? It's time to wake up." Of course Mingi didn't want to wake you up but he promised he would and he didn't want you to be upset that you slept for so long.

"Hmm..." You groaned, clutching onto Mingi's shirt.

"You can sleep longer if you want. I just don't want you to be mad at me if I didn't wake you up first." He said.

"Not... mad... You smell... good...." You mumbled out with your face still smushed against Mingi's bicep. He laughed, his free hand coming up to thread through your hair.

"Thanks?"

"You're welcome..." You replied. You were obviously half asleep, not really aware of the conversation you were having with Mingi.

"Need to... work... But I don't want... to move..." You grumbled with your eyes still closed. Mingi wanted to carry you up and take you home to continue sleeping in a proper bed. He showered you in kisses until you scrunched your nose and peeked open an eye to stare at him.

"Oh, we're still in the studio." You yawned, stretching your arms over your head as you blinked, taking in your surroundings. You had forgotten that you were here.

"Up we go." Mingi helped you sit up and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Go work. I'll clear all this up." Mingi patted your lower back to urge you to move, tossing the pillows aside.

"Mmm, okay." You hummed and shuffled over to sit in your chair. Mingi tidied up the bed, he folded the blanket and placed it into the basket you had before making everything look like a couch again.

"All done." He came over and leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. You turned to see everything put away neatly.

"Thank you." You tilted your head up to give him a peck. You reached over to take a sip of your coffee before going back to work. Mingi sat on the couch, not wanting to disturb or distract you. He had his phone out, writing some lyrics.

"Mings, aren't you tired from practice? You don't have to wait for me to finish. You could go home if you'd like." You said to him, not taking your eyes off the screen in front of you.

"No, I'm okay. I know I don't have to wait, I want to. But if you want the space to think alone, I'm fine too." Mingi replied.

"No, I do want you here." You turned around to look at him.

"Even if you aren't right next to me, knowing you're there with me makes me feel less anxious. I can't describe it. It's almost like you have a calming effect on me." You explained.

"Don't worry, I understand because I feel the same when you're with me too." Mingi chuckled.

"Really?" You tilted your head. He nodded in confirmation.

You smiled softly then turned back to do your work. Sure, you joke about how Mingi can be distracting when you're trying to work but you never actually minded him being around you. It was true, he had that effect on you. You didn't feel stressed, anxious or overwhelmed by all the work.

After working for some time, Mingi noticed that it was time for dinner. He was going to order some takeout for the both of you when a text came in from Wooyoung.

'Bring Indigo upstairs to the roof! - Wooyoung'

'But she's busy... - Mingi'

'Tell her Seonghwa hyung and Hongjoong hyung told her to go. She'll agree. - Wooyoung'

"Hey, baby? Sorry to interrupt." Mingi approached you carefully, gently tapping your shoulder so as to not startle you. You removed your headphones and looked at him quizically.

"The captain and Seonghwa hyung asked me to bring you upstairs." Mingi explained.

"Why?" You tilted your head.

"Not sure... I was just told to bring you." He scratched his head. True to what Wooyoung predicted, you put your headphones down and saved your progress before heading up with him. Since it was late, Mingi boldly held your hand the entire way.

"What-"

"Surprise!" The roof top was decked out with lanterns and fairy lights. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were standing over a big pot of some sorts, stirring what looked to be soup.

"Unnie!" Haneul wiggled in San's arms. He let her down and she ran to you. You bent down to hug her tightly.

"Haneulie, I missed you so much." You whispered as you showered her in kisses. She burst into a fit of giggles from the tickles.

"Did you plan this?" You turned to Mingi.

"Nope! It was the rest of us." Hongjoong slung an arm around your shoulder, leading you away. Haneul held onto your free hand, an excited, giddy smile on her face. You went to give Wooyoung, Yeosang and Seonghwa thank you hugs. Despite not being on for skinship, Jongho let you hug him.

"Thank you for driving to get Haneul." You hugged Yunho. He smiled brightly, happily hugging you. He even lifted you up a little like Mingi usually does with you.

"Me too! Me too! I went along." San snatched you away to hug you.

"Yah, that's enough." Mingi voiced. Haneul let go of your hand and ran to him to hug his leg.

"Hi there, little princess." He smiled and bent down to hold Haneul. She always liked when Yunho or Mingi held her because she felt so tall. Haneul giggled and wrapped her arms around Mingi.

"Hi, big princess!" She kicked her legs slightly with happiness. Mingi blinked at the nickname she just called him.

"But I'm not a princess?"

"You are! Yunho oppa said so!" Haneul pointed to the other tall male, who was snickering. Mingi shot his best friend a flat look. Of course it would originate from him.

"Okay, no more giant princess. Come here, little bear." Jongho cut in and took Haneul away. Haneul willingly sat in Jongho's lap as they looked out the balcony at the cars and people walking by. You softened watching the two of them.

"Mine." You jumped at Mingi's sudden appearance behind you. He draped his arms over your shoulders from the back.

"Alright, alright. Time to eat kids." Seonghwa called. After Yeosang handed you a drink, Wooyoung came and stole you from Mingi, sitting you beside him.

"Yah, Jung Wooyoung!" Mingi yelled in protest.

"We made Baeksuk. For you to replenish your energy." Wooyoung ignored Mingi and spoke to you excitedly. Hongjoong, San and Yunho helped given out the bowls of hot chicken soup to everyone.

"Wait, wait. I need to help Haneul cut up the meat." You chuckled, standing back up.

"Don't worry, Indigo. I got it. Just sit and enjoy your dinner." Jongho assured. He used his chopsticks to pick off the meat and shredded it into small pieces for Haneul, mixing it with her rice.

"Thanks, Jongho ah." You smiled softly, melting at how Jongho was with Haneul. They have grown close even if he wouldn't verbally admit it. You sat back down beside Wooyoung and Yeosang. Mingi's face fell as he sulked, he had hoped that you would still change seats to sit with him.

"Thank you for the surprise, everyone. For bringing Haneul here and cooking. Although, I'm curious how you all got such a big pot." You giggled, raising your soda can.

"We rented it. You can do that, surprisingly. But you're welcome, we hope you have all the energy after this." Seonghwa smiled.

"I will." You looked at all of them. It won't be the food that gave you energy but everyone seated here with you.

"Is it good, little bear?" Jongho asked.

"Mhmm!" Haneul said, shovelling the food into her mouth. Jongho laughed and wiped her mouth with a napkin. He added more seaweed into her bowl to mix with the rice and chicken.

"Here, let me help you." San wore two layers of gloves and helped you tear apart the chicken, putting one of the legs in your bowl.

"Thank you, Sannie." You dipped the chicken and ate it with the radish kimchi. It tasted very good, just the comforting meal you needed. What made it taste better was the fact that the Ateez boys put in effort to cook it for you.

"We know you're busy tomorrow but if it's okay with you, we would like to take Haneul to the aquarium?" Yunho asked softly. Your hand stopped in its movement.

"But if you're not comfortable, we won't." Yeosang quickly added, having noticed how you stiffened.

"It's nothing to do with you guys. It's not that I don't trust you with her..." You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to explain yourself.

"It's just... I have to think of her safety. What if the media or fans know that you're there? I don't want her face planted all over the news." You sighed.

"It's okay to be honest and worried about her safety, Indigo. We completely understand and don't take offense to that at all. We actually called and the aquarium is willing to open late for us to visit in the morning before they open the public. If you're fine with that." Wooyoung explained.

"If it's just going to be you guys and her, I don't mind. But are you sure you guys have the time to take her?" You asked.

"Yeah. Jongho, Yunho, Wooyoung and I will be there. We'll go and have lunch before coming back." Yeosang said.

"Okay then. You guys should be the ones to tell her. I'm sure she will be happy to hear it from you." You gave a little smile, watching as the boys told Haneul their plan tomorrow.

"Really?!" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah, baby. But I won't be able to go because I have work. You'll go with the oppas, okay?" You told her. She nodded excitedly.

"Yay! Aquarium!" She cheered. Jongho mimicked her, throwing his hands up in celebration as well.

After the meal, you all helped clean up before going home. You figured you could skip a night of work since you didn't want Haneul to wait for you in your studio. She sat on the couch, waiting patiently for you to pack up.

"Princess oppa is coming home with us?" Haneul tilted her head, looking at Mingi who sat beside her. All the others had gone on their own way, back to shared dorm.

"Yeah..." You stopped, realising that you still haven't told her about you and Mingi.

"Why?" She asked.

"Well... Because..." Mingi tried to help but it ended up failing, not able to come up with an excuse to tell the child. He looked at you for help. You laughed at his helpless expression.

"How should I say this? Baby, Mingi has become my... partner. So he stayed over with me from time to time." You explained.

"Like how an omma and appa are?"

"N-No. We're not married. This is like that stage before they get married?" You scratched your head, unable to really explain to her the concept of dating. But Haneul seemed to accept it, nodding her head. Mingi, on the other hand, was reeling from the fact that you described your relationship as the step before marriage.

"I'm ready. Shall we go home?" You asked. Mingi shook his head to clear his head. He wordlessly came to take your bag for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

"Let's go!" Haneul jumped down from the couch and held your hand. You smiled down at her.

"I'll call a cab." Mingi said.

You and Mingi pulled up your masks before you entered the cab. Haneul sat on your lap and you wrapped your arms around her, resting your head against her.

"Comfy?" You chuckled. She nodded with a hum. She reached up and toyed with your earrings, something she did since she was a baby. You guessed that she must have been tired because she ended up with her falling asleep.

"Hang on, let me help you." When the cab stopped, Mingi put the bag on the ground and came to your side. You very carefully moved Haneul into Mingi's arms.

"Your husband is very kind." The taxi driver complimented as you handed him the money.

"Thank you. Goodnight, ahjusshi." You didn't bother to correct him. You got out of the cab and carried the bags.

"Don't worry, I got it." You assured Mingi. He nodded, adjusting Haneul so she would be more comfortable. The two of you went up to the apartment.

"Why don't you shower first? I'll change Haneul's clothes." You asked. Mingi nodded and leaned in to give you a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel to wipe Haneul's face, arms and legs then changed her into her pajamas. She must have been tired because she didn't even stir when you moved her.

"Goodnight, baby." You kissed her cheek, tucking her in.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight." Mingi said when you passed him to go shower, holding your hand.

"No... We haven't spent time in two weeks... There is more than enough space in the bed. That is, if you don't mind sharing the bed with Haneul and I." You said.

"You sure?" He kissed the back of your hand.

"Yeah. With the way we cuddle, we only take up half the bed anyway." You chuckled. Mingi softened, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in. He had really missed you so much. Holding your chin, he tilted your head up so he could press his lips against yours.

~

Series Masterlist

[jackiequick]

Welcome to our lives, princess | Top Gun Maverick Fic 🧸

Top Gun AU series ✈️

Setting: After Top Gun, Pre-Top Gun Maverick

Summary: Pete Mitchell and his friends Tom Kazansky and Audrey Davidson didn’t expect in 1987 to be greeted warmly with a knock on his door at 4 in the morning by a social worker carrying a small bundle of joy and paperwork. In her arms, held the one and only daughter of Maverick Mitchell.

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The night was dead silent, having just arrived the last 24 hours before from a 4 week long deployment. The statement of the household wasn’t nothing grand but it was home, no one cared. Tom was dead asleep soundly in his bedroom, when the barking sound of the doorbell woke it him up. He wasn’t sure it was their drunk friends or some idiot freshman playing ding dong ditch on them again, either way he rolled out of bed slipping on a navy blue t-shirt and headed downstairs.

The moment he opened the door, he was greeted by a middle aged woman wearing glasses and a pencil skirt, with a very tight ponytail. She was holding a dark gray carrier but Tom wasn’t given a chance to full process the image in front of him. “Are you Mr. Peter Mitchell?” She asked, fixing her weight.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows and blinked a few times, “I’m sorry, who are you ma’am?”

“I’m Linda Colins. A social worker for California state, are you Mr. Mitchell, sir?”

“Ah um, no he’s upstairs asleep. He’s my roommate. I’ll get him for you.”

Tom lead the woman into the living room, watching her put the dark gray carrier carefully on coffee table. Once she did so, due to the fact of better lighting from the lamps, Tom was able to finally get a better view of the image in front of him. Inside the carrier held a small baby girl with some dark brown hair sticking up nicely and her skin was a light palette of oli tones. It matched his wingman perfectly, that was Pete’s daughter. He knew he had to call Audrey as soon as possible but first he had to get this gorgeous little girl’s daddy.

Iceman ran upstairs into Pete’s bedroom, quietly but quickly. He seemed so peaceful in his sleep, when Maverick wasn’t being chaotically charming, he was simply darling. Iceman rubbed his shoulder and whisper, “Mav, buddy wake up.” No response only a annoyed groan from his wingman, Iceman rolled his eyes and shock him again saying, “Maverick wake up. You can sleep later!”

Finally Pete Mitchell shot up from his bed grunting from being waken up at 4 in the god damn morning. He sent a sleepily glare to Ice and whisper yelling, “What the hell, Kazansky?!”

“You’ll see. Oh, before we go downstairs remember, your my great friend and I’ll love you all the same doesn’t matter your decision.”

“Okay? You’re being honest and weirdly confusing at the same time.”

Maverick followed his friend downstairs in utter confusion and still pissed off for being waken up this early in the morning. He rubbed his eyes a couple of time until he reached the living room, seeing the sight in front of him. The middle aged woman and the baby girl in the carrier. Pete Mitchell was spooked. He was speechless, he couldn’t speak, only listen to the lady speaking.

“Are you Pete Mitchell?” Said the social worker, holding a file.

Tom answered for him, “Yes he is.”

“Good. I’m going to cut to the chase, you are this little girl’s father. Can you confirm or deny this?”

“Who’s the mother?” Asked Tom once again, his eyes stayed on his friend who’s eyes were trained on the little girl in the carrier.

“Melissa Oxford.”

Pete snapped from his gazed taking a sharp breath and spoke, “Lissa? I um..yeah we met and dated a while back, nothing serious, i went to see her again months before deployment..she was gone, moved back to Indiana to get a job in her home town…or that’s at least what the neighbors told me…”

—-

Truth be told, Maverick wasn’t sure what happened to the woman, but he cared about the ladies he would spent time with even if it was only for a few weeks. Truly his heart belonged to Penny Benjamin but he knew he sadly couldn’t have her, due her father not liking him very much and the life that he tried his hardest lived. Iceman can see the gears and sadness pooling in his friends eyes, knowing he would’ve liked to know sooner and at a better time that his child existed.

The social worker, Linda, spoke again, “Yeah she was pregnant at the time and gave birth to your daughter. Sadly she died due to complications after the birth but said that if anyone deserved to take care of the kid, it should be her father.”

“And?” Pete asked, since he knew there was always a catch to theses things.

“She told the nurses, for me to tell you, that if you don’t want her she can be put up for adoption.”

Pete was frozen hearing all of this and trying to take in all it, he hasn’t even held his daughter yet but he’s being given all of theses information. It made him feel sick, he moved out of the spot he was placed in, moving over to the coffee table. He heard the social worker, Linda, speaking once again but he ignored her as Iceman decided to have a conversation with the woman instead. Tom wanted to give Maverick a clear solid moment with his daughter for himself.

Once Pete reached the coffee table, he pulled back the cover that mostly tried to shield the baby’s face from the light. Peeling over the straps that held the carrier together, he was finally able to take her in. He was met with a half sleep baby girl who yawn as her eyes fluttered gently as if trying to greet her daddy. Maverick can see the similarities between them.

Her color palette of soft oil skin, curled little nose that remind him of his baby pictures, and tucks of curly dark hair that sticked up ever so sweetly. Mostly her eyes said it all, they were a light shade of green that would grow to match his dark green ones. Maverick gently reached forward using the back of his pointing finger to gently and ever so softly run across her round cubby cheeks. Pete smiled as tears slowly appeared, he knew that this was his daughter, pride and joy. His little princess.

“..hi, baby girl. I’m your daddy..” Pete said, carefully taking her out of the carrier realizing that she must’ve been only 4-5 months at least, or he could be wrong. He heard her slight whimpers that soon hushed down once she safely curled in his arms. Her tiny face nuzzled into the crook of his shirt, near his neck as Maverick coo, “..aww sweetheart. I’m right here..don’t worry.”

It was a new kind of love that Maverick felt at the moment, he knew he would get disagreements from his friends about raising her but he didn’t care at the time. He fluttered small kisses onto her forehead and he could’ve swore he saw a tiny smile. He glances at a open file next to the carrier and the only thing that popped out was her last name. ‘Mitchell’ . Pete looked down at her and whispered, “You don’t got a first name, do you? That’s not right, sweetheart.”

He thought for a moment, trying to think of a few classic names for this little girl in his arms. His thoughts were interrupted when Tom came back in the room, taking a seat behind him, his eyes were trained on his friend and new found niece. It was the most adorable sight Iceman has ever seen in the years he’s seen Maverick. Yeah sure he seen Mav and little Bradley Bradshaw together but this was completely different from that. He rest his hand on his shoulder, leaning in to see the baby’s face. She was simply gorgeous.

“Hi princess, I’m your uncle Ice..” Tom said with a smile on his face, “..what we gonna name you?…you like a Penelope or a Nicole.”

Pete chuckled, shifting his quiet little girl who softly babbled in his arms. Mav thought for a moment, “…maybe Jennifer..Jenny?”

“Jenny? I like Penelope and Nicole better.”

“Jennifer P. Mitchell.”

Iceman smiled letting out a small joke, “I like it. But if you have another little girl who appears on our doorstep tomorrow, we’re naming her Nicole.”

“I doubt it, Ice. She’s the only baby girl in the world for this Naval family. Isn’t that right, Princess Jenny?” Maverick smiled, lifting her up as he stayed kissing her cubby cheek.

“She’s got you wrapped around your finger, Mav.”

“Just wait until you hold her, then she’ll be wrapped around your finger too.”

—

Later on the Linda returned from the kitchen after letting the roommate have a moment with the child, Maverick agreed signing the paperwork with Iceman who agreed to be this little girl’s uncle automatically. Linda Colins left both men with a baby bag and returned home at 5:45am.

Iceman and Maverick stayed up for an extra hour feeding, changing her diaper and putting sleep. Neither one of them really slept that night, taking in all the information and making room for the new attention to the house. Appears that baby Jen was a night owl, because the girl was a tricky one to get to sleep until Ice took it upon himself to sing a lullaby while Maverick took a small nap.

By the morning, 11:25am, the guys called up Slider, Carole and Audrey to tell them about the news. Slider decided to visit later that week, Carole was busy out of town with Bradley, meanwhile Audrey skipped work shortly after hearing the news and drive pasting a few red lights to the Kazansky-Mitchell household. She knocked on the door unable to believe the news until she saw it herself, believing it was kinda prank or that they stole a baby.

Audrey forgot she got keys to this house and once the door open her jaw dropped, having to pick it off the floor. A shocked chuckle escaped her lips at the sight of Iceman burping a adorable baby girl who babbled happily as if she was the princess of sun. The baby girl glowed a breathtaking smile and soft giggle utter under her breath, like she was speaking to Tom.

Maverick come out of the bathroom drying his hands after peeling on a clean burgundy t-shirt while wearing a pair of gray sweatpants smiling, “Hey Mama!”

Audrey snapped out of her trancelike state shaking her head and smiled sheepishly. “Hey—hi! So it’s true, huh? You didn’t steal her?” Audrey said, with a sunny smile taking a step over to her friends watching Maverick take the baby girl out from Ice’s arms.

“Nope. She’s mine and her name is Jenny. Jen, sweetheart, this is your Auntie Sunny! She will try to keep you out of a trouble when your toddler years arrive soon.”

“She’s adorable. Definitely your daughter, she has your eyes, c-can i?”

Maverick was more than happy, he gently set the baby in her auntie’s arms with such joy. Once the shock wiped away from her body, the love and laughter reached Sunset quicker than she imagined, little Jennifer Mitchell shined like the morning skies and babbled softly in her arms. She bounced her a bit as a small laughter escaped from Jenny’s body loving the attention and pure joy surrounding her. The baby girl was comfortable in all 3 of the adults arms, even she only spend half a day with them.

Maverick pulled out his camera snapping a couple of pictures of his daughter and her auntie, a few pictures were already taken of the small family. Pete Mitchell was already planning on buying a baby book this weekend and possibly tricky Slider into giving them a huge baby shower for they don’t have to buy too many stuff. To say Pete Maverick Mitchell was overwhelmed and overjoyed with this new found journey of fatherhood was something he couldn’t describe, especially knowing he had Audrey and Tom there every step of the way.

Thank you for reading this fic and hope you stick around for both in the future! Can’t wait to see your reactions to this haha

Fic tags: @topgun-imagines @mandylove1000 @gaminggirlsstuff @t-nd-rfoot @rooster-84 @theloveoftoms @hangmanbrainrot @msrochelleromanofffelton @hanlueluver @starkleila @gcthvile and etc.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

To be continued...

Thoughts, a couple more shots, and transcript under the cut.

So I hadn't really thought through the ending of the photoset when I started (like most things I write lmao). I realized I'd made similar fits for both of my characters, just that Hilary's matches her personality, and was immediately inspired to update NPVal with some Streetkid-gone-Nomad outfits. I sat down to write the dialogue after and realized I still needed an ending to the story! I don't want this to languish in WIP purgatory any longer so this will be a two-parter.

Transcript...

Carol: What the hell are you wearing?

Hilary: What, you don't like it?

Carol: That streetkid is rubbing off on you.

Carol: Speak of the devil...

Val: What was that?

Mitch: Hey, Val...

Hilary: Carol says we hang out too much.

Mitch: ...let's go get those scop dogs.

Carol: You two are starting to dress alike.

Simultaneous: Val: Do not dress like that!! Hilary: What's wrong with the way she dresses?

Val: Don't dress like that, do I, babe?

Carol: Yeah, babe?

Mitch: Uh, do you — are you — sorry, it's Pan.

<Text Message> Pana Lama Ding Dong #%!& GENERATORS! </end Text Message>

Mitch: Are you fucking kidding me? I just fixed them last week!

Panam: Then you had better fix them again!

A few minutes later...

Panam: So what was that about?

Mitch: Carol. Got Val riled up about Hilary dressing like her.

Panam. You know she does, right?

Mitch: 'Course, and ya know I can't tell her that.

Panam: And what will you say when she asks again later?

Mitch: Figure something out.

[lacunasbalustrade]

my parents' situation has escalated in the time I haven't been here properly, I'll summarize:

I had to call the police because my mother, a grown woman of 47, thirty years older than me, and my father, a grown man of 50, decided to attack my younger brother for sassing them.

He's got a tone issue. He's always had a tone issue. But apart from that, he's obedient, much more than a normal child, good in his studies despite a slight disability that makes it hard for him to read, and takes care of our younger siblings.

this grown couple decided they needed to beat him to teach him a lesson. he hid in the bathroom. I had to hold my mother back and literally block my father's way. when I first tried to call the police, he took my phone and locked it in a room.

It's happened in the past. Same thing, but with my older brother, who is decidedly more troublesome, but also definitely not delinquent status.

it's been a few days since then. the police arriving stopped them from contemplating more violence - also, I managed to make them give allowance and transport to school by threatening to file charges. but some changes have been made. all of us older kids have to cook our own meals, sleep at 9.30 pm, and adhere to random rules they've decided to put into place without prior notification. furthermore, my mother has been throwing away the gifts we gave her in the past.

it's not the rules I hate adhering to - in fact, it's a bit of relief since I no longer have to depend on their constantly fluctuating schedule. It's the awful reason behind them - our parents wanting to alienate us from them and make everything a business transaction. it's the frostiness and polite greetings and designated responsibilities purposely planned to make us bear the weight of their lack of affection.

it's the way my mother refuses to talk about anything that's happened. she says she can't manage it emotionally. so i can hold back my parents from attacking my siblings and research laws and scholarships to get out of this place and she can't bring herself to have a mature, reasonable conversation. any disagreement is seen as disrespect, arguing with her.

we have five kids in this family. the older kids take care of two of the youngers. we don't go out after school, don't take any extracurriculars other than the school mandated ones, don't take tuition because we know family expenses are tight, don't even have friends we spend time with on a daily basis.

my mother's parents kicked her out of the house once she got married and played favourites, preferring her brothers to her. my father's mother was promiscuous during her marriage, is a Buddhist who forces her view of religion on others - think making everyone eat vegetables - and his father was abusive.

It's not that I don't know they've gone through pain. But pain isn't an excuse for them to pass on their life trauma. My mother bought a couple of clocks after the argument. They make the same sound as the clocks her parents have at their house. Ding-dong. Think creepy school bell.

I'm researching full-ride scholarships overseas. If worst comes to worst I'll take a government bond scholarship. I'm also thinking about setting up my own debit card since I'm over 16, and starting to work part time - which I've wanted to do, but which they've never let me.

I'm not injured by this, per se, because I still love them, even though they definitely don't love me. But my self worth does not hinge on whether they love me or not, and I want to, moving forward, find a source of income and work harder at my studies and extracurricular activities, plus creative pursuits, so I have a better portfolio that I can use to get myself into a scholarship.

They didn't actually have enough money to pay in full for my university/college anyway. Instead of relying on them, I'd really like to broaden my horizons in a foreign country, take subjects I'm interested in, and see how far I can go without them to hold me down and shut me up.

[marymary-diva17]

Growing pains (2)

girlhood/teenage years/growing up can be beautiful and heartbreaking as well. The many journeys that one will go on that, will soon lead them to become their own person can shape them over the time. It not an easy journey and it definitely not an easy job, when those who were once so close to you were now far apart leaving the traveler alone for a bit.

lani " ......" lani is laying in her bedroom on her grandmother house, she loved this place so much.

mo'at " hey sweetie how are you holding up did you sleep well"

lani " yes I did sleep well grandma"

mo'at " I heard of what happed at school with you and everything else"

lani " yes dad said sending me here will be good and you, will be able to help me .... I feel like no matter what I will do he will never be happy"

mo'at " my dear I know life has been difficult on you and what your parents say, along with everyone else is wrong there nothing wrong about you ... you are perfect the way you are"

lani " I wish everyone else felt that why and the one boy I loved and the friends I thought I had, are gone and everyone thinks I'm so bad child ... my own parents are ashamed of me"

mo'at " well then they are all fools for now seeing the amazing women you are ma lani" mo'at had held her granddaughter as she looked at her, she hated to see the child in so much pain because of everyone else actions.

mo'at " this time will be perfect for you as it will allow you to change, into the person you wish to be and I will be here for you along with many others as well"

lani " thank grandmother you know this might make you laugh but I had taken this trust and it reveled what type of person I'm" lani soon grabbed the paper and showed mo'at who looked over it.

mo'at " well I think this is right my dear and maybe you will discover more to this and many things as well, you are still growing up and have more of your many years to see what life will be like"

lani " you are always right grandmother"

Ding dong

mo'at " it looks like we have some guest a friend of mine said she will be stopping by with her grandson care to meet them"

lani " sure" lani had followed her grandmother downstairs as mo'at soon opened the door.

mo'at " ursa welcome"

Ursa " hello mo'at we stopped by to say hello and to your granddaughter as well"

mo'at " oh yes this is lani"

lani " hello ma'am"

ursa " hello young lady your grandmother has spoken highly of you, and your siblings"

mo'at " yes my granddaughter had came to come see me for the summer"

Ursa " well lets hope she can have a fun time here ... oh please meet my grandson kxee"

knee " hey there" kxee had gave lani a smirk at had gained lani attention, as the teenage boy that seem to be around neteyam age introduced himself to her.

lani " hello"

kxee " I was told you will be staying here for the summer and wanted to come meet you"

lani " oh thank you"

kxee " well if you are free at the moment care to take a walk with me around the area"

lani " sure I will love too ...um grandmother can I go"

mo'at " oh yes you can go have fun you too"

kxee " come on it will be fun and I will make sure she gets home safe"

ursa " good enjoy your time kids" lani had grabbed the house keys and her phone, before she had walked off with kxee. The pair soon made their way down the cobblestone sidewalk.

kxee " so you have come here to spend the summer"

lani " well yes"

kxee "it good to have you here but is there more to your story"

lani " ......."

kxee " oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to push when my grandmother said, you had siblings I thought they will be coming as well I will love to meet them as well"

lani " it okay if you most know I had been sent here for the whole summer, under my parents orders I had gotten in trouble at school and life had become hard ... so they thought sending me here will make a better child"

kxee " that harsh so you are Jake sully daughter"

lani " yes that is me"

kxee " I heard my grandmother talking over the phone with your grandmother, I have also heard my dad talk about him as well"

lani " oh so you are olo'eythan child as well"

kxee " yes my dad named is Ion"

lani " so if the child of olo'yethan and grandson of women like ursa fine hanging around me"

kxee " yes I will love to hangout with you and hearing about what you told me, it seems like you need some company right now if you will have me"

lani " I will love that"

kxee " good so let me buy you one desert from the town bakery, along with drink and we can talk"

lani " I will love that kxee"

kxee " thank you lani" the pair had soon walked to the restaurant where they found a sit.

women " hello kxee it good to see you"

kxee " hello"

women " who is your lady friend with you she is very beautiful"

lani " thank you I'm mo'at granddaughter"

women " oh yes we had heard you will be here for the summer welcome"

lani " thank you"

kxee " we have to have a bite here and to talk as well"

women " well you two order what you like have a good time" the two teens had order what they wanted, soon their food had came as they sat the table eating and talking.

lani " you all have a beautiful sea side town here very lonely"

kxee " thank you it very wonder here the water here, are a beautiful blue and there are many wonderful places to see as well"

lani " that sounds amazing"

kxee " we have wonderful summer celebration as well that can make the summer here wonderful"

lani " well I'm here for the whole summer so it looks like I have more to look forward to as well"

kxee " hey what your number"

lani " my number"

kxee " yes we can exchange number with each other to text and call, if we are going to be having summer here together"

lani " okay here I will tell you" lani had typed in her phone number and kxee had soon texted her making her smile and laugh, it seems like the pair were getting along very well. The sun was going down the as the pair were making their way home.

kxee " do you know what good about living here by the seaside"

lani " what"

kxee " there is so much beauty that the great mother has given us, and we thank her for it beauty that is in everything and everyone"

lani " those are very nice words kxee"

kxee " happy you love them"

???? " welcome back you two"

kxee ' hello grandmother I was able to show lani around and bit, and we had a meal at the cafe in town"

Ursa " that good to hear"

lani " you grandson is very good tour guide and a new friend as well ma'am"

ursa " yes my son and I have raised him well"

mo'at " well it good to see you had fun on your first fully day here"

lani " yes and I definitely know I'm going to love my summer here"

kxee " that good to know"

ursa " well we will leave you both as we need to get home, my son will be home for dinner"

mo'at " oh yes it was good to have you both here take care"

kxee " bye lani"

lani " bye kxee" lani had watched kxee and his grandmother walk away, soon enough her and mo'at had walked into the house. lani had put down the house keys as, she followed her grandmother into the kitchen later on.

mo'at " so your parents have called if you can call them that"

lani " oh what they they need were they calling about grandmother"

mo'at " to see how we were doing since your arrival here, I told them you are doing well and that you were doing a task for me"

lani " a task"

mo'at " yes spending time with kxee it seems like the day had been, very eventful for the two of you"

lani " yes it has I had a good time with him we even exchange number as well, he very amazing to hangout with and we might even make plans to hangout together in the future"

mo'at " ......"

lani " is something the matter grandmother"

mo'at " it good to see you smiling and being a teenage girl, once again it makes me happy and it will be good to have kxee as a friend to you"

lani " yes it will be"

mo'at " now why don't you help me make some dinner" lani had nodded her head and stepped into the kitchen, and started helping mo'at make dinner for the two of them and remanding of the week as well. Lani had mentioned the whole tour of the town and stores, along with some stores and places that caught her attention as well. Mo'at smiled brightly to see her granddaughter having a good time. It seems like this summer of growing pains/girlhood/teenage years will be interesting for lani. The whole day she didn't seem to be worry about everyone else back at home, as it seems she was finally letting go and become the person she wishes to be.

[divinemissem13]

Ding Dong Diversion

No True Pair 8 Character Challenge Fandom: The Closer Pair: Brenda/ Sharon Word Count: 636 Rating: T Prompt: "What did you say?"

Brenda peels back the foil to reveal the perfectly round disc coated in a delectable chocolate shell. She usually saves her Ding Dong consumption for private moments, but if Brenda Leigh Johnson knows how to do one thing in this world, it is how to control an interrogation— even when she is the one being interrogated.

Brenda glances up at Captain Raydor, still leaning over Brenda's desk with a smugly superior look on her face. The blonde brings the snack cake up to her nose, inhaling the sweet sugary scent of it as she licks her lips in anticipation. Out of the corner of her eye, Brenda notices the older woman also licking her lips reflexively and she knows she's got her.

"Go ahead, Cap'n, ask your question," Brenda says as she breaks a small piece off of the Ding Dong to reveal the creamy center.

Captain Raydor clears her throat and stands upright, moves to the chair across the desk from Brenda. "You said something in that car, Chief. And I know it was something important because Det. Sanchez refuses to repeat it."

"And?" Brenda coaxes the captain to continue as she pops the piece of cake in her mouth, barely suppressing a low moan as the chocolate hits her tongue.

The captain clears her throat again and shoves her hands into the pockets of her blazer. "And I need to know what it was. What you said."

Brenda smiles coyly and leans back in her chair, affording the captain a better view of what she does next. She dips an index finger into the center of the cake, retrieving a generous amount of thick white cream which she proceeds to slowly lick off of her finger as she relates her version of the story. She can see that the brunette is not focused on what Brenda is saying, but the important thing is that she's saying it and no one can accuse her of keeping secrets.

Brenda finishes her story, punctuating the last sentence by running her now clean finger over her lips to wipe away any remaining cream filling and then she licks her lips one more time.

Captain Raydor's eyes are glazed over, her pupils so big that they almost completely obscure the emerald green irises, and her mouth hangs open just slightly. Brenda smirks and raises one eyebrow in amusement. "Captain? Was there anything else?" she asks. When no response is forthcoming, Brenda tries again, purring the other woman's name. "Cap'n Raydor?"

The captain blinks, shakes her head slightly, and clears her throat yet again. "I'm sorry, Chief, what did you say?" she asks, trying (with little success) to recover some level of composure.

Brenda smiles wider. "I asked if there was anythin' else you might need from me today? she drawls innocently.

"Oh. Oh! Um…"

Brenda is enjoying watching the usually refined captain unraveling before her eyes. "I do have other work to do, you know," Brenda declares, even as she dips her finger back into the Ding Dong to start the whole display over again.

"No, Chief, that will be all for now," the captain says, quickly scrambling out of her chair and towards the door.

"Alright, bye bye now!" Brenda calls after her as Raydor takes off through the murder room at record speed. "And thank you! Thank you so much!"

The other woman finally out of her hair, Brenda leans back and kicks her feet up on the desk to truly enjoy the rest of the Ding Dong. As she does, Raydor's dazed expression keeps popping into Brenda's mind and she has to admit, it was kind of cute — sexy, even. By the time the Ding Dong is gone, Brenda has decided that she wouldn't mind seeing that look on the captain's face again… and hopefully soon.

[tua-five]

Season 3 Episode 7

⚠️⚠️ S3 Spoilers! ⚠️⚠️

I always miss things. Like Lila going back and watching the Handler kill over. She repeatedly watches it. Rewinds it over and over. She is absolutely distraught because she thought she loved her. But she killed her. And then Herb and Dot come in. Kicking her out. "Oh, I get it. Ding-dong, the bitch is deal, so make her daughter pay instead." And she plays the drum pretty hard.

And Reginald, of course, causally sings while his dead "son" whom he killed is in the trunk. Who then proceeds to wake up. And reginald tells him he could've taken all of his organs... yeah. Okay, Reg. Thanks.

"You two sentient STDs." Okay, Five 😭

"I didn't get this my giving a mummy a handjob, okay?" Yeah, I didn't think so, Diego. Thanks for that information, though. Seriously, who wrote the script 😂 this is hilarious.

Okay, and once again, they don't miss Klaus. Barely notice he's gone. Like in season 1 when he was kidnapped. This time, he was, too. Ish? They ask where he is, and their response is probably Kugelblitzed. And then they move on, no grieving Klaus. There was no moment of silence for him. Nothing. That's a moment I hate. Despite him being the "druggy" brother, they still loved him. Diego was especially there for him, and for all of them to just dismiss him? No. I don't like that at all.

And Viktor, too. He's not there. And they're once again having a meeting without him. Are you serious? When has that ever gone good? Idiots. I mean, genuinely. What the heck? It's a family meeting. With both families. And they don't include Viktor. Who literally is the strongest. The best powers. Most powerful. Whatever you want to say. And you started the meeting without him. Bad move.

Diego's question is valid though and sometimes I wonder it too. "If we kill you do we get our ben back?"

And here comes Viktor, pissed and wondering about Harlan. And Allsion says she killed him. And Ben being Ben, bets on Viktor. Obviously. He now knows what he's capable of. Of course, he'll bet Viktor's gonna win. And Allsion reveals Harlan killed everyone's mom. And everyone just reacts and then continues to blame Viktor and blame Harlan. He actually genuinely didn't mean to hurt anyone. It's not his fault. It's no one's fault.

Everyone's reactions to Allison getting more aggressive are just... all over the place. Five says to take it easy, Diego looks concerned, Ben is just smirking like this is the funniest thing, Luther is yelling at Allison to stop, Five gets more concerned about Allsion yelling at Viktor and making him stop breathing without saying "I heard a rumor"... it's just... like, stop with the fighting. Luther only tells Allison to knock it off with the powers, but not the fighting.

Diego only steps in when Allison says they should've left him in the basement. Low blow. What the actual heck. No. That's too far and she knows it.

Then Viktor hits Allison, and Five checks in on HER. Not Viktor.

This is why I hate Allison. I know I've been saying that I know she's been through a lot, and I feel bad for her, but seriously.

Olay, fine. Enough of this for now. Viktor walks into Ben's room, and there's drawings everywhere. One is even being labeled Jennifer. Previously, Ben asked who Jennifer was. So either he lied and does know, didn't know they were talking about that Jennifer, or he's having dreams or flashbacks or memories of her. Of what happened with the umbrellas. A way to show that umbrella Ben is still in there. Fighting for a way out.

And Reginald. Asking what the Umbrellas did for fun. Asked where they went for family trips. Nowhere. Because yeah. Reggie really did put the "dick in dictator."

And finally, for once, Fives disappearance is mentioned. Whenever the brellies talk about what broke the camels back, they talk about the Jennifer incident and Ben's death. It's like Five never mattered to them. They only ever left after and broke apart after Ben died. And it's terrible that Five was just there. And then gone. He was looked at as arrogant and all high and mighty and thinking he's the better of them all. And he has no way to say different. Because he's gone. He doesn't come back until for him 45 years later. For them, it's just 16 years. They've kept that imagine of him for so long, and they keep it because he still looks exactly as he did. And he has to act like that because he has to save the world. He has no choice but to do everything in his power to stop doomsday because he can't bear for his siblings to die. He can't witness that again.

So I'm grateful that Klaus started to explain how the academy fell apart with Five's disappearance. Because at least Klaus noticed.

"Do you trust me?" No, Reginald. Absolutely not.

"Yeah. 🤗 I trust you." Flipping idiotic, naive, Klaus.

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON!

How come no one is talking about this? Not only does Klaus come back to life, but he also returns back to normal. After getting shot, nothing. Barely a scar. After getting hit by a bunch of cars, his broken legs are back to normal in seconds. He heals so fast. Like... that is so powerful.

Also, with all the cars that have hit him... has no one called the cops?? Like, hello???

Ben calls Viktor emo. For crying on his bed. But Ben is really the emo one. Let's be honest here.

And of course, Reginald drops Klaus off in a cemetery. Great. He has to face his literal demons.

Also, Allison and Lila was a duo I never expected.

And Grace turning evil I never expected either. Sure, she's a robot, and in every show and movie ever that's what happens, but not with dear old Grace. That's just cookoo bananas.

And poor Five has to be the to kill her. He just has to go through everything, huh.

Reginald tells Klaus that he made everyone confused about their powers so he could control them. And now he's helping Klaus master his. To control him. Klaus's is to naive to realize that, but everything is about Oblivion for Reginald. It always has been and always will be. He will always want a different timeline where he's in charge.

Christopher farting is crazy though.

Then they all celebrate. Not knowing the world is still over. It doesn't work. And what did they think they were going to do with the burning buildings outside? The billions of people gone?

Who knew luther was so crafty? That he could make a ring? And it's so sweet that he put the moon rock in it.

Oh, and Lila's pregnant. So I guess there's that huge announcement too.

"Hey, that was really nice of you. Kill Mom so Diego didn't have to." Yeah, that was n—

"My, God, we are a weird family, aren't we?" Right..

"Sorry. Yeah, I heard it as I said it." Yeah.. that was definitely weird. I'm realizing. Shouldn't be normal... 😬

"Do you know why I wanted this last jump to work so badly?"

"Because you're old and tired?"

"Because I slaughtered a boardroom full of people to buy our way back here."

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

"Little advice from someone who's been there? Don't do the math. That equation does not exist. There's no 'save five Harlans for every two Claire's' formula."

Yeah...

"People like us, we will never save enough lives to make up for the ones that we take."

"I don't accept that."

"Then you'll down. This is the price of being powerful. Sometimes, we step on ants. And the sooner you face that, the safer we'll all be."

He keeps saying we. He knows he's powerful, too. They all are. But he was an assassin, and he had cons to terms with everything. He knows what it's like.

"You know what they call a superhero who works alone and doesn't listen to anybody? A villain."

I used to interpret this as Five only calling Viktor that, but o think he's calling himself a villain too. Because he knows. And he's really trying to be better.

"But lie to us again... Viktor, I'll kill you myself."

That was harsh. He wouldn't. He can't. It's not in him. He won't. I refuse to believe it.

My lovelies, her are today's gifs

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.25

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

EVEN ON OUR WORST NIGHTS

Y/n sat cuddled up under her blanket. She was leaning against Kenma as Tsumu puttered around in the kitchen. The rest of their friends were sprawled out or down at the shop taking care of cleaning up all the drama. When Y/n had gotten home, she’d taken a long shower and cried. When she’d gotten out, she wasn’t surprised to see Atsumu waiting. He always knew when she needed a hug and a good cry. Currently, her best friend was making something to help her feel better. Thankfully, his boyfriend wasn’t a moron and knew how to read recipe cards. Taking a sip of her drink, Y/n let out a sigh. “I really told my parents to kick rocks and shove the company up their ass.” Y/n grunted, causing Kenma to laugh. “You really did.” “Can they take it away from you though?” Bokuto asked, looking over at Y/n from his place on the floor. “When my grandfather died he left everything to Nana. When Nana died, she’d left everything to me. She said her children were selfish and the rest of her grandkids were no better. She didn’t care what I did with it, she just didn’t want them to have it.” Y/n replied, taking another sip of her drink. “If ya ask me,” Atsumu huffed, carrying a tray full of food into the room. “Ya should sell it off and your parents can make do with the wealth they already have.” “Who would fucking hire them?” Kei snorted, reaching out to grab an Onigiri. “My father has a degree.” Y/n answered, reaching out to take a dumpling. Popping it into her mouth she sighed, a smile spreading across her lips. “These are great Kuroo.” She called, causing the dark haired man to laugh. “Thanks. I’ve never made them before, but Osamu had written some things on the card.” He stated, handing Y/n the little recipe card. “He wrote on Nana’s recipe card?” Y/n mumbled, more to herself. “You didn’t know?” Atsumu asked, his mouth full of food. “Can I see the tin?” Y/n whispered, looking frantically toward Kuroo. The man nodded, stepping into the kitchen to grab the box. Placing it in her hand, he took a seat as everyone in the room watched Y/n scan each card one by one. “Did he mess them up?” Bokuto whispered looking over at Atsumu. Y/n shook her head, her face getting hot. “He,” she began, her breathes picking up, as she felt the tears trickle at the edge of her eyelids. “He made these for me. Every single recipe, he’d make them and he’d ask me what I liked, what I’d change.” She cried, tears streaming as she clutched the box to her chest. “He wrote down every single thing I said.” She sobbed, as Atsumu scrambled to pull her into his arms. “It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She sobbed, her chest heaving as she cried into Atsumu’s chest. “It was always the little things!” Atsumu could only laugh, shaking his head as he held his best friend tight. “You two fuckin idiots were made for each other.” He teased. Thankfully, Y/n was too busy crying to hear the smart remark, but that didn’t stop Kuroo from giving his boyfriend a whack over the head. 

At the shop, Osamu was rubbing his hand over his face. It had been a few hours now, the police were gone, and he was tired. “You really had no idea Y/n was in love with you back then?” Suna asked, giving his friend a low whistle. “Like I said months ago, she was always Tsumu’s friend.” Osamu sighed, throwing his hat at his best friend. Behind the counter, Aran was whipping up some food for the group, knowing damn well neither of them was in the mood to actually cook. “I still ya the worlds worst fuckin detective.” He sniffed, settling a plate of Onigiri on the counter. “Well who even fuckin asked ya? And how the hell did you make these?” Osamu huffed, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t ya ding-dong. They were in the back. Had a note sayin they were for you.” Osamu leveled Aran with a glare, taking a hearty bite of his Onigiri. Aran watched as Osamu’s anger faded into nothing but pure adoration. “Y/n made these.” He grunted, his mouth full as he reached for another one. “And how the hell do ya know that?” Suna grumbled, reaching out to grab one. He winced when Osamu smacked his hand away. “She makes them special. Couldn’t tell ya what she puts in them, but hers always come out the best. She only makes them for me though, so the lot of ya can fuck right off.” He scoffed, pulling the plate to his chest. “You fucking moron, you’re in love with her!” Aran shouted, throwing the towel next to him at his friends face. “I’m not in love with nobody!” “You’re hogging Onigiri!” Suna shouted, trying to fight his best friend for a bite. “Cause it’s my Onigiri. She only makes them for me. She always takes extra time and care to make them. She adds a special seasoning mix and mixes a secret sauce.” Osamu mumbled, his cheeks pink. “She doesn’t realize that she mumbles when she makes them, or notices that I try to watch her, see if I can figure out all the ingredients; but I can never get the last one.” He sighed, setting the plate on the counter. “She makes this place feel alive, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do if she doesn’t come back.” “Then tell her how ya feel ya fuckin moron.” Suna grunted, mouth full of food. “Ya sayin all this shit to us when ya should be sayin all this shit to her.” Osamu could only shake his head, taking another bite of food. “Tsumu said I had to wait. Said she was gonna need some time.” Aran and Suna could only share a look as Osamu sighed.

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[knockoff-conlon]

regulus glances at sirius. ten years since they last saw each other. he looks so different. when they last saw each other, sirius had short hair. no tattoos or piercings. he dressed normally. no rips or pins or anything. but this is- well, this is sirius but with the freedom to be himself. he is a leather jacket with pins stuck in it. he is long hair that gets stuck in the million piercings in his ears or the one in his eyebrow. he is designs on his arms that regulus doesn't understand. this is him.

sirius glances at regulus. doesn't look different in the slightest. hair still short, him still pale, in a crisp shirt and a sweater vest. god, what a dork. ten years and he still hasn't looked very interesting. except for the black liner around his eyes and the few rings on his fingers. those are new. he was so scared last time they saw each other. time and quiet. he's still quiet. but in that calculating way he always had been. and so. this is him. regulus.

"why'd you wanna meet up, reg? we've gone ten years without talking and you've ignored most of my efforts to reconnect."

"well. it wasn't me ignoring them. maman made me ignore you."

"and yet you're here right now and reached out. so, what changed?" regulus looks down.

"andy didn't tell you?"

"tell me what?"

"maman died. i'm here to ask if you'd come and… and help me."

"she died?"

"i thought andy would've already told you. sirius, i'm sorry."

"for what? ding dong, the witch is dead, reggie!" he sees regulus smile very slightly. "dude, when marley or remus take me to shul with them, it's what i'm praying for!"

"i can't really disagree."

"yeah! this is a good thing."

"but. but will you help me with the funeral and the everything?"

"oh! right. yeah, reg, of course. whatever you need."