#but as i get older i see the cracks in his my grandparents treated my mother and how that affected how she treats me

[ft-nostalgia]

A lot of people juxtapose Alfred's parenting of Damian with Bruce's or even Dick's, but I think it makes more sense to compare him to Ra's and I need more of these conversations to happen. Alfred is Damian's grandfather and Dami has such a specific and unhealthy relationship with Ra's that it makes it much more interesting to explore how Alfred dotes on Dami in comparison to how Ra's treated him.

[juyuppang]

MY DEAR ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა | l.hj

pairing: lee hyunjae x f! reader

genre: best friends to lovers!

synopsis: hyunjae was not expecting to confess his feelings for you at his older sister’s wedding

word count: 3.5k words

warnings: mild cussing, mentions of alcohol, hyunjae being a bit too tipsy, kissing, our two leads being a bit oblivious (someone pls help them)

author’s note: hi everyone :D i finally finished this after a month of it sitting in my drafts, i hope you enjoy reading this little one shot <3

If love was a losing battlefield, that is what Lee Hyunjae pictured it to be.

The young man in his mid-20s had no idea how he kept his bottled-up feelings for his best friend L/N Y/N for so long. Everyone would make bets of when the other would crack or confess. But whenever you would hear of these silly bets or predictions, you would laugh it off, saying that you two were just best of friends.

Little did you know, those words would sting Hyunjae like a bee. And little did you know, he had a crush on you from the moment you both met as mere toddlers.

Hyunjae vividly remembered sipping on a juice box waiting for class to start, scared. He had an attachment to his parents and older sister at a young age. Whenever he was left with his grandparents or his aunt, he would start to look for them, crying out of fear.

He immediately started to sob as soon as his mom unbuckled his car seat.

Surely but slowly, making it into the classroom and out of the school parking lot, his teacher offered him an apple juice to calm him down and distract him from his mom leaving to go to work.

Hyunjae sat still, feeling nervous as soon as he found out his juice box was empty. As he put juice box down, he started to look around the classroom, trying to calm himself down. Once he saw you walk in the classroom with a big gap in your top front teeth owning a big smile and a contagious giggle, he knew from there on out that you would be his best friend for life.

And from there on, you two were peas in a pod.

No one could separate you both even if they tried. It got to the point where you were always at his or his always at yours. Your parents would always set an extra plate down at the dinner table and vice versa. It was a reoccurring thing and even your families treated you both as having an extra kid in the household.

Even at family outings, he would always tag along or you’d always tag along on his. There was never a dull moment whenever you guys were together and your families secretly swore to each other that you both would get together in the future.

Things slowly then started to change as you both reached middle school. As soon as you started having sporadic crushes on boys in your grade, Hyunjae started to feel irritated by every boy you mentioned.

Hyunjae recalled when you had a crush on the golden boy Kim Younghoon in the 8th grade. You would go on about how smart he’d be in their science class or volunteer in math, every time your teacher would ask the class to solve a problem. Hyunjae felt irritated but dealt with your yapping because after all, you are his best friend.

No matter how many times he’d be exhausted from you going on and on, he’d still listen because he cared a lot about you. He liked hearing about things that excited you- even if it was about a boy that was not him. He liked seeing you happy, it seemed to be all he cared about.

When the annual school field trip to a science museum came, Hyunjae remembered how he felt seeing you get put into a group with Younghoon.

He felt those nervous jitters he felt, the first time he saw you back in kindergarten.

He remembered, holding his hand to his chest on the ride back to the school campus, confused by all the mixed emotions he was feeling.

And that is when he realized, he may of had feelings for you that entire time. He remembered muttering to himself on the bus, leaving his best friend Juyeon concerned whether he was okay or not- thinking he was dehydrated or had a bad headache.

Scared of ruining his friendship with you, Hyunjae kept his feelings to himself. He thought they would just magically disappear like a magician saying abracadabra in their little magic tricks. He thought suppressing them would be better and it would be best to just let things be.

Those suppressed feelings worked for a bit while the both of you managed to get into your first relationships with other people throughout high school. It would all change once you both got into the same university and broke up with your partners.

And yet until the present time, the both of you still ended up single.

As the both of you then graduated, you both started your respective careers, always meeting up with your circle of friends once in a while and of course, always being together in your free time.

Sometimes Hyunjae would hang out at your apartment and sometimes you’d hang out at his.

Hyunjae realized that during all of this maybe his feelings never changed since then.

Maybe, he never did get over his feelings for you.

Now here he is, sitting at the closest table by the concessions stand of his sister’s wedding, taking another shot of God knows what with his best friends Juyeon, Kevin, and Jacob.

“Man, slow down, your sister is going to beat your ass,” Kevin muttered as Hyunjae shook his head.

Hyunjae’s older sister Yoonah was finally getting married to her boyfriend after 5 years. He was happy for his sister but as soon as he heard Younghoon was invited (his older sister so happens to be the same age as Yoonah), he felt like he was about to lock himself in his bedroom and roll into a ball. He did not know if Younghoon had a girlfriend or not- heck he never spoken to him since middle school. As soon as he saw Younghoon walk into the entrance of the city hall earlier, he felt like he was about to pull his hair out.

As he drank the remaining alcohol in his glass, he remembered Yoonah and their little conversation whilst shopping for her wedding reception.

“My baby brother, when will you admit it, you’re not getting any younger.” Yoonah sighed as she looked through the variety of utensils and plates. As she picked up one of the silver spoons, she glanced to Hyunjae who was looking away, pretending not to hear anything she said. He whistled a tune of the song he heard from Yoonah’s playlist in the car earlier, crossing his arms.

Hyunjae unwillingly agreed to help Yoonah out with the wedding ceremony preparations. As Yoonah’s best friend Naeun had a last-minute errand to run, she immediately asked Hyunjae to go with her. With Hyunjae only having one day off this week due to a large project at the office, he was exhausted, to say the least- but he could not pass on the offer of Yoonah treating him to lunch.

The two were now walking around an events coordinator's office, looking for inspiration for the wedding reception. Yoonah decided with her fiance, that it would be best if the wedding would take place half a year from the proposal. Even if it seemed like it would be far away from the current date, they wanted to prepare early and make sure everything was perfect.

“Noona, I did not come here to answer those questions.” Hyunjae sighed as he walked beside her toward the next section.

“When did you become so grumpy, you used to cling to Mom, Dad, and me all the time?” Yoonah pouted as she jokingly pulled on Hyunjae’s cheek.

“Stop it!” Hyunjae sighed as he looked around. He did not like when Yoonah drew attention to them, especially in public.

Yoonah chuckled. She shook her head, walking towards the other side of the store. “I’m just telling you, everyone knows except her.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why do our moms always talk about your guys’ future kids and their names then?”

Hyunjae looked at Yoonah in pure confusion. “They do that?”

“Well of course when you aren’t there dummy.”

Yoonah then glanced towards the different colored threads, trying to find perfect accents for the reception. She looked back to Hyunjae as she let go of the thread she held. “I’m serious though, how would you feel if she told you she met someone?”

“It’s been years Noona, plus she’s work-oriented you know her.” Hyunjae disagreed. He felt a bit uncomfortable, knowing he was just pulling excuses.

He recalled when You first told him someone asked her out on a date. It was the time when You recently just moved into your place and just finished settling down. He felt his teeth grinding on each other, giving the biggest smile. Of course, he was happy that You were ecstatic about getting asked out, but at the same time, he was dishonest with himself, wishing that it was him instead.

“I’m just telling you, you never know what could happen.”

“And what if we don’t speak again, I can’t lose her.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” Yoonah’s lips turned into a little smile. She then smiled. “I’d love her as a sister-in-law though.”

“Okay, I think it’s time to get lunch now Noona.”

Hyunjae glanced towards you as you were sitting by the terrace with Younghoon. You were catching up with him, reminiscing about the old times in middle school and talking about the encounters you both had even if it was just a small hi or hello.

He felt like that conversation with Yoonah was now biting him in the butt as if it was destined to happen.

Hyunjae focused on how your lips turned into a wide smile every time Younghoon would talk or how your right dimple poked out whenever you’d laugh. He hated that you were laughing with someone else- that was not him. He put down his empty glass, asking the waiter to give him another.

“Now, I know why he’s drinking.” Juyeon nudged both Kevin and Jacob, eyeing you with Younghoon.

The two then looked at you and back to Hyunjae, realizing what was going on.

“Bro, you’re an idiot.” Jacob sighed.

“Guys, let me be.” Hyunjae muttered.

“It’s your sister’s wedding, shouldn’t you be happy right now?” Juyeon asked.

Hyunjae shook his head, letting out a dry laugh. “I’m happy I promise.”

“Jae, we all know that you’re dying on the inside knowing Y/N is talking to Younghoon after so long. You’re scared aren’t you?” Kevin asked.

Hyunjae glared at Kevin and shook his head again. He laughed and thanked the waiter and took another sip from the glass.

Juyeon then tapped Kevin and Jacob’s shoulders, huddling with them behind Hyunjae. “Guys, I may have a plan…” He muttered softly.

“Huh?” Jacob asked.

Kevin sighed, crossing his arms. “What did you have in mind?”

Juyeon smirked. “You guys do know Younghoon has a girlfriend right?”

Everyone was busy partying on the dance floor as Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars started to play. With strobe lights glistening and loud music blaring throughout the reception hall, it seemed not to bother Hyunjae much as he was stuck in his own little world.

Hyunjae was unaware of how many drinks he asked the waiter for. He did not realize that his friends were dancing on the dance floor and left him alone to his own devices.

Little did he know, Juyeon went up towards You and Younghoon, interrupting your small talk. After he pointed towards Hyunjae, showing you what happened, you sat your glass of Champagne down.

You said goodbye to Younghoon and told Juyeon a quick thanks, telling him you would take care of Hyunjae. You knew your best friend better than himself and that him and alcohol did not mix well.

You walked quickly to where Hyunjae was and sighed. He had his head down, facing the other side, already asleep. You shook his shoulder a little, trying to see if he was conscious or not.

Hyunjae sat up and turned towards you. He muttered a hi and smiled a little. He felt a bit tipsy from whatever he drank but could somewhat still tell what was going on.

Somewhat.

You rolled your eyes, a bit annoyed with Hyunjae. Out of all the times he decided to drink, it had to be right now at the reception hall of his sister’s wedding. “Jae, what happened?”

“Can we get some air please?” Hyunjae asked softly. “I just need air right now.”

“Can you even walk?” You asked.

Hyunjae stood up from his seat, wobbling a little. He gave you a little thumbs up as he walked and stumbled a little to the side entrance. You put his arm around yours for balance as you both walked out.

The both of you then sat on a bench right by where the large fountain was. It was a nice little seating area that had a path that led straight to the parking lot. It was quiet and peaceful out here with no one around. All you could hear was just the trees swaying in the wind below the night sky and the water sprouting out from the top splashing down to the bottom of the fountain.

The music was blaring still but it was now a bit muffled as the side doors to the reception hall was closed shut.

“Y/N, I need, I need to tell you something.” Hyunjae stammered a little.

“And what is that?” You asked.

“Do you like Younghoon again?”

You blinked your eyes rapidly, taken aback by Hyunjae’s question. You know Hyunjae did not take his alcohol well but never was he that blunt to ask such a question.

“No?” You replied in confusion. “He has a girlfriend Jae.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear. Good for him.” Hyunjae’s lips formed into a smile as you laughed to yourself.

“Why did you ask?”

“Maybe it’s cause I hate to see you with someone, that’s not me.”

Your breath hitched a little. Taken aback by Hyunjae’s words, you looked intently at him. You knew alcohol could be someone’s worst enemy and it seemed to be your own best friend’s right now- revealing something that you could have never imagined. “Can you, can you say that one more time?”

Hyunjae felt himself wake up little by little. He did not know if he was dreaming or not, but if he was, he decided it was now or never. Because frankly, when would he even admit to his own feelings?

“Y/N, I don’t want you to laugh with someone that’s not me. I don’t want you to see you smiling with someone that’s not me. I want it to be me.” Hyunjae said as he turned his head towards you. “All these years I wished it was me Y/N.”

“You’re my best friend,” You said under your breath. “I never thought you’d see me in that light.”

“Wasn’t I obvious Y/N?” Hyunjae asked. “I don’t know but ever since we graduated, I think I just fell more in love with you. Our lives now, it’s as if we’re together, don’t you think?”

You gulped a little. It felt like your little conversation with Younghoon was about to come to life in just a snap of a finger.

“So, are you and your best friend a thing yet?” Younghoon peered his eyes in Hyunjae’s direction. You glanced towards Hyunjae who was drinking with his best guy friends.

You looked back to Younghoon and shook your head. “Oh, Hyunjae and I? We are just best friends. Always have and always will be.”

“Are you sure about that?” Younghoon laughed. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “I see your Instagram stories once in a while, you guys are always together.”

“Let’s just say we never really thought of each other in that sense- I mean I’ll admit there was this one point in college when I started to question my feelings for him but I just let it go.”

“And why did you?” Younghoon sighed. “I remember in the 8th grade this one time, you remember that field trip we went on right?”

“Oh yeah, that, what about it?”

“The way he looked at me from afar,” Younghoon said. “It looked like he was about to fight me or threaten me. I never seen him so mad in my life.”

“Huh?” You asked in confusion.

“Y/N, you’re a bit oblivious. I do think deep down you like him, you just don’t want to address that elephant in the room.”

You let out a laugh. “Younghoon-”

“Y/N. I’m serious. I know you liked me but don’t get me wrong, a few boys did like you too.” Younghoon sat up. “We knew we’d never stand a chance next to Hyunjae. That’s why I was surprised when I heard you had a boyfriend that wasn’t him in high school through a mutual friend.”

“Oh,” You replied.

“That’s beside the point though. Maybe it’s your guys' turn to admit to each other’s feelings.”

“This is funny hearing it from a guy I used to like.” You laughed awkwardly as Younghoon shook his head. “I am very flattered Y/N, but I really do wish you and him the best.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and back to Hyunjae who was staring right at you with his cheeks as red as a tomato. You blinked your eyes rapidly, feeling your heart race.

Were you too blinded by the fact he was your best friend? Or were you too scared to lose him?

“Jae, I think you just need some air-”

“Y/N please, please listen to me,” Hyunjae replied.

You start to think again about you and Hyunjae and these past few years and how,

you both never resorted to dating ever since the both of you dated your exes.

How you both were always at each other’s places no matter how hectic life got.

How you both were always reminded of each other wherever you went.

How you both always ditched the others at dinner to get ice cream at the nearest parlor near your apartment.

How you both had each other at your beck and call whenever you or he needed someone.

How you both fell asleep in each other’s arms during your late-night talks on his couch.

How you both never once left each other not even once since the day you both met.

You took in a deep breath, feeling tears form in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed, to say the least, that maybe after all this time, you did like Hyunjae. Maybe it was the fear of losing your best friend that made you never want to admit your feelings.

“I never realized it. I’m so sorry Jae, I really am.”

Hyunjae started to regain his composure little by little. Realizing what he just said, he gulped. This was no dream, it all was happening in real life. He felt his heart beat even faster, perplexed by how straightforward he was. He can’t believe what he just did- he never thought he had the courage to.

As soon as he started to see tears form in your eyes, he opened them wider, in panic. “Y/N, wait-”

“Why did you have to do this at the wedding?” You asked as he put his hand to your eyes, wiping the tears away. You pouted, “Ugh, Jae my makeup.”

The both of you then smiled as he shook his head. “You’re beautiful Y/N, have I told you that?” You let out a little laugh, never seeing your best friend this smitten over you. He then glanced towards the side doors, shaking his head. “I’m going to beat their asses later.”

Hyunjae sighed, as he referred to his guy best friends whose little plan seemed to be working in their favor. “Y/N-”

“Jae, did you like me all this time?” You asked softly.

Hyunjae took in a deep breath. There’s no going back now, he had to admit to it. “Yes. Yes, I held it in. I didn’t want to lose you. I was scared because we’ve been in each other’s lives for so long, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

“Oh my Jae, I’m so sorry I never realized it. It’s my fault.” You choked a little as Hyunjae shook his head. “No, it’s both our faults for not owning up to anything.”

“What do we do now?” You asked, letting out a little sigh.

“Are you okay with me doing this?” Hyunjae asked.

You nodded your head as he put his lips on yours. He held your face softly as a tear then escaped your eye. As you pulled away, you bit your lip a little. “Jae...”

“Hmm?” Hyunjae hummed softly.

“Thank you for never giving up on me.”

“Anything for you my dear,” Hyunjae whispered. “Thank you for being my best friend and now someone I could love dearly with all my heart.”

You both smiled in silence, as he pulled you in again for another kiss.

Little did both 6-year-old You and Hyunjae know that their future was already written the moment you stepped into the classroom that one sunlit day.

© juyuppang , 2024

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[nobleclover]

New Samhain

It was a cool October evening as Jake fastened the golden buttons on his cloak close to his neck. Sure, it was a hand-me-down vampire costume cloak that his older cousin had lent him, but even with the frayed ends, it still looked pretty decent regardless. After adjusting it a little, he took a moment to examine his reflection from head to toe, grimacing menacingly to see if he looked scary enough. Nodding approvingly to his reflection, he wandered downstairs just as his mother, Audrey, was shaking a bag of sweets into an orange dish while dressed as a witch.

While his grandparents’ house they moved into was in the middle of nowhere, she still had experience handing out treats when she was a girl and wanted to provide any trick-or-treaters with a decent haul. Halloween was one of Jake’s favourite holidays, alas, he wouldn’t be able to go trick or treating this year. Audrey’s car needed to be taken into the garage and unfortunately any other possible valets were busy or unable to drive them around.

“Jake, are you ready for the trick-or-treaters?” his mother asked, setting the orange dish on a wooden table in the middle of the hallway.

“Yeah, no worries, mam. Just wish we could travel up to that fair on the pier and walk around a bit,” he hummed, scanning the front window for any upcoming cars.

“I know darling,” Audrey replied morosely, “still, we’ll make the best of it while we can!”

Just then, the doorbell chimed. Jake and Audrey scurried to the door and jamming the key into the lock. Slowly, the key turned and Audrey asked in a sly, creepy tone akin to an old lady, “Who is there?”

The door suddenly pushed against her and a young girl with messy brown hair and wearing a heavy greyish-brown coat poked her head through the gap, looking confused at the state of dress of both Jake and his mother. Switching her gaze from Audrey to Jake, she enquired, “Uh, what are you wearing?”

It was Úna, a young girl close to Jake’s age, carrying a cracked bucket that she most likely picked up from the beach near their house. The hallway looked very different to her, adorned with fake spiders, long strands of synthetic web and a banner pinned on the wall. Any girl her age would know what Halloween was, but not Úna, for she was a selkie, who’s only recently gotten acclimated with Jake and Audrey.

“Oh, hello, Úna! Did Jake invite you to spend Halloween with us?” Audrey asked.

“You mean, Samhain? It’s what my mama and papa always called it. They said that’s what people on land call it. I didn’t know the name changed. Also, I just wanted to see what you were doing since my pod is looking for fish near here.”

“Yeah, guess your parents haven’t been on land in a long time,” replied Jake, “still, I can show you how to have fun on Halloween! We’re going to watch scary movies -”

“Not the ones with gore and violence,” his mother sternly added.

“…Well, slightly scary movies, we’ll play games, eat barmbrack, tell scary stories and dress up! You don’t have to dress up if you don’t want, it’s okay! I know not a lot might happen, but we can still have fun somehow!” Jake added.

Úna’s eyes widened with interest, as she was now eager to take part in those activities Jake had been rambling about. She wasn’t sure about the scary stories or movies, but nonetheless, it was definitely worth staying to experience the festivities.

“I didn't think that you'd have to dress up. What are you supposed to be?"

"A vampire, a monster that drink's other people's blood!" he replied slyly while stretching his cape out.

"Ok..." she uttered, puzzledly. "Trust me, it's a lot of fun! Even better is if you get to scare people!"

"Whoa, really? I guess that does sound fun!" she replied, "too bad I don't have anything..."

“It's fine. There's always next year! So, what do you wanna start with? Movie or games?” Jake asked, buzzing with enthusiasm.

“I wanna try the games! What kind of games do you play for Samhain nowadays?”

Jake paused, trying to think of games to play, which was the only one he knew, before his mum replied, “Well, we’ve got apple bobbing, pin the tail on the cat, the witch’s hat ring toss, plenty to keep you occupied!”

“Exactly!” Jake added, glad that his mother provided these suggestions

“How long do these games go on for?” Úna enquired, before all of them heard the doorbell chime again.

Jake dove to switch the lights off while his mother stood by the door. Úna took two steps back into the darkness of the kitchen, but just far enough so that she could see what would happen. Audrey slowly opened the door, disguising her voice as an old hag’s again as she asked, “Who is there?”

A young boy around Jake or Úna’s age not dressed up in costume entered, quickly looked around before grabbing the orange dish off the wooden table and walking out. Jake quickly stepped out from the shadows to grab it back off him before he got shoved onto the ground. As Jake sat back up, he cried, “Did ya see that, Ma?!”

“I know, the little maggot!” she declared, clearly angry that some little kid made off with a whole dish of treats.

Suddenly, Úna ran out the door after the kid, clearly incensed that some little chancer had stolen from her good friend and his mother. It didn’t matter if the gravel hurt her bare feet, she was determined to retrieve the dish from that little halfwit. Both Jake and Audrey peered out the doorway in surprise as she ran down the road.

The young selkie was hot on the kid’s tail as he sprinted as fast as his long legs could carry him. He was about to turn into the driveway of a different house when Úna leapt forward and tackled him to the ground. Packets of sweets scattered all over the ground, some falling in a small ditch beside the road, as both of them scratched and clawed at each other furiously. As the fight seemed to reach a boiling point, the headlights of a car illuminated the road and prompted them both to look up.

***

As Audrey trudged quickly down the road, her new boots digging into her skin and her makeup running down her face, she stopped when she saw a small crowd close to a driveway, with voices being raised, Úna as well as the thief being amongst them. Sucking her breath in, she braced herself for the oncoming storm and walked over.

The crowd of adults looked up when they saw her and a man asked, “What in the name of God are you doing at this hour?”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” she huffed, clearly tired from walking fast, “but…I’m here to collect my niece, she was running after someone who stole our dish of sweets.”

“Ah so this one is yours?” another man enquired, pointing an apprehensive Úna out, “Plus yeah, the thief in question was Mrs McFadden’s son here, even tried to nick the bucket we left out for the kids tonight!”

A woman rolled her eyes and retorted, “He doesn’t know better! There was no need for that other child there to throw him to the ground and scratch him like an animal!”

Audrey held back a smart remark in response to this woman’s nonsense but couldn’t help but frown in response.

Mrs McFadden then glared at Audrey asking, “And she’s your niece is she? Did your sister or brother raise her to be wild? Hm? You’re okay with that?”

The second man then cut across from her, clearly annoyed, “Ah for god’s sake, Janis, give it a rest! Leave the woman alone, her niece just got upset, that’s all!”

Another woman standing nearby then said, “It’s not her fault that your precious boy goes round causing trouble! You should –”

Mrs McFadden then started arguing back and forth between two of the other adults, their words becoming indistinguishable. The sweet thief caught Audrey and Úna glancing disapprovingly at him prompting him to look away in embarrassment. Just as well, Audrey wasn’t standing here all day and started walking back with Úna. The man who spoke first then approached her, uttering, “I’m sorry about this, you take the chiseller back with you and relax for the night.”

“Thank you, and sorry as well for all this palaver,” she replied.

The man nodded cordially in response before handing back the orange dish, with whatever bags of treats remained intact in the scuffle, some of which were slightly covered in dirt. Both Audrey and Úna smiled and waved him goodbye.

***

Back at the house, everyone was enjoying the treats that were left over from the evening, and laughing at Úna’s account of events. She was now dressed up in an old purple cardigan with a long white shirt underneath, covering her seal coat. After much thought, she decided to dress up as a human.

“Pfft! Did you seriously smack him across the face?” Jake chortled.

“Haha, yeah! He looked like he was about to cry before we left! He deserved it anyway! He called me something that one of the men said was a bad word!” she huffed.

“Don’t go repeating it here at the table, Úna,” Audrey advised, “wouldn’t surprise me if that little worm learnt it off his mammy.”

“Okay, still, this was a fun night! I really enjoyed it! I can’t wait to tell Mama and Papa about it! Wish I had something as a way to remember it.”

As if on cue, Audrey took out her phone and began opening the photo app, chuckling, “Well, who’s to say that we can’t take one more photo? I’ll even print it off and make two copies for you both!”

Úna gasped enthusiastically, squealing, “Thank you!! I would love that!”

Jake sat up and added, “Nice one! Wait till you tell your pod that you dressed up as a human!”

“I know it’s not convincing enough, but I might find some other clothes to pass off as one better! They won’t know the difference!” she giggled.

“Pretty sure those people thought you were human when you kicked the crap out of that brat!” Jake retorted.

“Alright, alright, get ready for the photo, you two!” declared Audrey, adjusting the focus on her phone.

Jake and Úna stood side by side in preparation for the photo, grinning eagerly as Audrey motioned for them to stand closer. The two friends haven’t had a photo taken together before, so this was possibly the first of many mementos showcasing their friendship.

“Now, I want you to give me big smiles and say ‘Halloween’!” Audrey announced.

“HALLOWEEN!”

[floof-ghostie]

floof help i just found an eri body pillow i need wholesome 1b headcanons to bleach my brain

I’m so sorry, an Eri WHAT?!

All jokes aside, I got your back.

Kendo is non binary, though she doesn’t really care which pronouns people call her by. 

Honenuki enjoys early 2010′s pop music.

Awase can and will use his quirk to stick somebody’s stuff high up where they can’t reach it.

Komori, Yanagi, and Kodai are all autistic.

Kuroiro loves the Addams Family (he’s got good taste tbh)

All of the boys have used Tetsutetsu as a battering ram during training.

When Vlad King saw it, he said, and I quote: “What’s better than this? Guys being dudes.”

Rin gets very sleepy in the wintertime. It isn’t uncommon to see him bundled in like four layers (I relate).

On another note, Rin is also a very good dancer/singer.

Tsunotori and Monoma exchange manga/bandes dessinees. They like talking about them together.

Kodai is very easy to talk to. A lot of people are somewhat intimidated by her, but she doesn’t notice.

Komori jumps up and down when she laughs.

Tsuburaba and Kaibara met during the entrance exam. They became fast friends.

Also, I know this probably won’t be canon, but it’s a crack theory between me and my mutuals that Kaibara is related to the sixth ofa user.

Tsuburaba can play the kazoo, and the slide whistle. He has played Despacito for his classmates on numerous occasions.

Fukidashi is very good at drawing realistic bodily proportions. 

His favourite hero is Present Mic!

Tsunotori is from Chicago, though she moved to New York at a very young age.

Bondo was bullied for his appearance in elementary/middle school.

When class 1-B heard about it, they vowed revenge. Even Shiozaki. 

Bondo was raised by his grandparents. They gave him nothing but love and support.

Shiozaki is Afro/Japanese/Filipino.

Tetsutetsu was raised by a single mom.

Awase has two sisters and a younger brother. One older sister, one younger sister, one younger brother.

His younger brother is quirkless, and Awase had to step in to defend him a lot...

On a happier note

All the boys in the class respect women. Unlike a certain grape skunk.

Tokage’s favourite heroes are Miruko, and Burnin. She likes her attitude.

She cannot stand Endeavor though. 

Shishida comes from a wealthy family, but like Iida, he wanted to get into U.A on his own, instead of recommendations.

Kaibara has recorded his classmates doing dumb stuff, but he’ll do the same to anyone else tbh.

Never bet against Shoda while watching a wrestling match. He will win.

Yanagi likes to go ghost hunting. She brings her friends.

Komori has used the meme “you cannot kill me in a way that matters” so many times.

Kodai has two shiba inus. One is named Rex, one is named Chiba @moshiguro came up with this.

They make her smile.

Don’t let the term “common sense kings” fool you. They share one brain cell that Rin has most of the time. 

Yanagi enjoys lofi music.

All of the boys have threatened grape skunk at least once, like the kings they are:

Awase: I will weld you to the top of the school, don’t test me.

Kaibara: How many of your kidneys would you like to keep.

Tetsutetsu: Nice skull you got there. Would be a shame if anything were to *hardens fist* smash it like a watermelon.

Kuroiro: I will drag you into the void from which I came from.

Bondo didn’t even have to say a thing. 

Shishida: If you do not treat our female counterparts with respect, I will have to use physical force. 

Honenuki: *glared through mask, and softens nearby rock* Y’know, I’ve never tested my quirk out on anyone before.

Tsuburaba: *angry sputtering* (it’s the thought that counts)

Kamakiri: I won’t hesitate b*tch *sharpens body*

Rin: *gives intimidating look* I will end you.

Monoma:.... I don’t even have to say it, do I?

Surprisingly, out of all the boys, it’s Fukidashi and Shoda that are the first to actually hit him.

Kings.

Also, the class 1-b girls? Are so chaotic?? And for what???

Hatsume is an honorary class 1-B member, because she can match the chaos.

Seriously, girls night for class 1-B is basically them doing one stupid stunt after another. 

Bless them.

Kamakiri has a tarantula, but he leaves it at home because Tokage has severe arachnophobia.

He’s a lot sweeter than he lets on.

Kamakiri also has a crush on Tsunotori, but refuses to admit it.

 Kamakiri 🤝 Kuroiro not being able to confess.

Anyways, this is the end of all my hcs, but I hope this cleanses your brain sufficiently!

[rocorambles]

The Beginning

Pairing: Nekomata x Kuroo

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Grooming, Extremely Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Slight Feminization, Virgin Kuroo, Slight Degradation, Undertones of a Corruption Kink, Bottom Kuroo

Summary: Nekomata has always been Kuroo’s favorite mentor and now that Kuroo’s officially entered adulthood, the older man has new lessons for his favorite protégé. 

Author’s Note: LMAO I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS A REAL THING, BUT HERE WE GO. The first installation of my Yandere Nekomata x Kuroo monthly series. I can’t even defend this other than to say I promise there will be a not as degenerate, perfectly normal (at least by Roco standards) Sakusa NSFW fic also coming out sometime this weekend to help you wash this cursed thing down. 

@terushimooo I BLAME YOU FOR THIS

Next Chapter

He hadn’t thought much about the quiet young boy who showed up to his training camp all those years ago and yet, maybe Kuroo had left more of a mark on him than he had thought because he instantly recognizes the tall lanky messy-haired high schooler who steps inside of Nekoma’s gym on the first day of the school year. He certainly left an impression on Kuroo and something flutters inside of him when Kuroo shyly asks to speak to him alone after practice one day, bowing deeply and thanking the older man for his wise words about “experiencing the joy of playing”. 

Looks aside, Kuroo isn’t anything like that scared little boy he had met so long ago and Nekomata watches in interest and maybe a little bit of pride at how confidently he carries himself, easily making friends and conversing with the rest of the team, a beautiful smile and glint in hazel eyes. Or so Nekomata had thought. But it seems like you can’t truly change your inherent nature all that much and he sees the little cracks in Kuroo’s act, and as much as he appreciates the man Kuroo is evolving into, he thinks he’s more fond of the introverted little boy he still sees hiding inside. 

For someone so mischievous and cunning, Kuroo is ridiculously easy to manipulate and something dark thrums inside of Nekomata as he sees how Kuroo instantly picks up on all his subtle cues, putting all his faith and hope in this father figure he’s never really had. Sure, he has an actual father, one who barely has time for his son, and two grandparents who’re too tired to care for the boy as they should, but it’s not enough, never enough and Nekomata takes full advantage of the empty hole that Kuroo craves to have filled, practically taking the boy under his own tail so to speak. 

He’s not thrilled when he sees hazel eyes begin to look at his female classmates in interest, but he’s prepared for the question he knows he’ll get soon and when, as expected, Kuroo quietly asks him why he’s still single, what love is like, what girls are like, Nekomata is harsh, but firm, planting the seeds of doubt in Kuroo’s head as he goes on and on about how girls are just distractions, problematic, how they’ll do nothing but cause pain and heartbreak. And just to drive it home, he cruelly reminds Kuroo of the heartache his own mother had caused him and his family and he hides his satisfied smile when teary hazel eyes bawl into his chest, lanky arms wrapping around his larger figure and rigorously nodding a messy head of hair as he takes all his wise words to heart. 

And so Kuroo never dates, never even bats an eye towards the females in his school, ignoring the curious whispers as everyone wonders why such an eligible bachelor is still single, only focusing on volleyball, his team, and his coach. 

Nekomata thought that it would be enough to know that he has the boy all to himself for three years, that his selfish greed would be sated, but as Kuroo’s 18th birthday approaches, as his third-year threatens to come to an end, as his departure from Nekoma draws ever nearer, he realizes it’s not enough, it’ll never be enough and wise cat-eyes scheme. 

Kuroo hates birthdays, hates the reminder that his family could care less about him and there’s an even bigger pang than normal as his 18th birthday approaches. He should be elated and excited about the prospect of finally being an official adult, a man, but all he feels is indifference and neglect as his grandparents completely forget that it’s his birthday in their old age, as his dad sends a cold two word text, not even an exclamation mark at the end to convey any feelings about the matter. He just wants this day to be over, to forget it ever happened, feeling no different than before even though he’s now an “adult”. 

But when Nekomata asks him to stay after practice long after everyone has left and the gym is clean, he can’t help the happy tears that trail down his face when the older man brings out a small cake from behind his back and urges the messy-haired captain to blow out the single lit candle illuminating the empty locker room, blissfully ignorant and naive of just how close Nekomata is to him, their thighs pressed against each other, wrinkled eyes attentively watching Kuroo’s lips as he happily eats a slice of the cake, tongue flicking out to lick the extra cream that hasn’t quite made it into his mouth. 

However, Kuroo is all too aware of a rough finger that brushes against his mouth, scooping up some extra cream that he had missed before gently nudging his fingertip past his lips and Nekomata groans at how the athlete instinctively sucks his finger clean even while staring wide-eyed and confused at him. 

“Coach?”

“Call me Yasufumi.��

He chuckles at how flustered and adorable the man beside him looks as he tentatively tests out the new name, and he can feel his cock begin to twitch with interest at the way it sounds in that ridiculously attractive drawl Kuroo has. 

“Tetsurou, you’re an adult now and when you’re an adult, you can start doing certain things.” 

“Coach! I don’t need a sex talk. Plus, weren’t you the one who said girls are a waste of time-”

Kuroo instantly hushes as a weathered hand grasps him by his chin and forces him to lock eyes. 

“I said to call me Yasufumi and yes, I did say that, but you don’t need to have sex with just girls. I think sex between men is better anyway. I could show you, teach you. Only if you want though.”

Sex between men? Of course Kuroo knows it’s possible, knows it’s a thing. But for him? Him and another man? How would that-

His rambling thoughts are cut off and he squeaks when lips press against his, too surprised to break away as a tongue slips into his mouth, playfully entangling with his own wet muscle and he moans as he’s pulled into straddling Nekomata’s thighs, his lean body pressed tight against a thicker chest and stomach. He tries to form thoughts, question what’s happening, but he gasps when hands grope his ass, a tiny moan escaping him as his hips and groin grind down on something hard protruding from Nekomata’s sweatpants. 

“Come on, Tetsurou. Don’t you trust me? Haven’t I always taught you well?” 

And Kuroo hesitates. 

It’s true. For as long as Kuroo can remember, Nekomata is the only person he’s considered family, who’s guided him, cared for him, shown him what love, even if it's just familial love, feels like. He’s never led him astray, always treated him like his own son, brought him to his full potential as a volleyball player and team captain. 

He cries out as Nekomata gently thrusts up, rubbing their erections against each other. 

It feels so good, so different, so much better than when he awkwardly wraps his own hand around his cock late at night. Surely it can’t be wrong if it feels so right, if it’s Nekomata who’s doing this. It’s just another life lesson, right? 

So he seals his fate with a shy kiss as he relaxes, helping the man underneath him rid him of all his clothes, bashfully looking away as eyes hungrily roam all over his body. But his eyes are snapping back to attention, wide in shock as a strange pleasure lances through him when a mouth greedily suckles on one of his nipples, his other nipple tweaked and pulled. 

“I-I’m not a girl! Stop it! Don’t play with my nipples like that!” 

But his complaints are lost between desperate moans and he loses himself in the strange overwhelming pleasure, flushing at the lewd slick sounds of Nekomata’s sucking. 

“But doesn’t it feel good, Tetsurou? You have such pretty tits.”

“They’re not tits- AH!” 

He whimpers as Nekomata punishes his outburst with a slight nip to his aroused buds. 

“Come on. Be a good boy and cum from having your tits played with.”

“I- I don’t think- I can’t-”

But all it takes is a few more rolls of his hips and a few more tugs and bites before Kuroo is wailing, thick white spurts coating both of their stomachs as the raven haired man exhaustedly collapses and curls up in Nekomata’s lap, humming contently as a hand strokes his messy tangled locks. 

“Good boy, but we’re not done yet. Don’t you think I deserve to feel good too? I think you need to give sensei a thank you gift for such a good lesson.” 

Bleary hazel eyes peer at him before slowly nodding and Nekomata laughs as Kuroo attempts to shimmy to his knees in between Nekomata’s legs, hands eagerly pawing at the hem of his sweatpants only to startle when he’s teasingly slapped away. 

“We’ll use your mouth another day. I have something else to show you.”

Kuroo’s an adult now, but there’s a childlike innocence in the way he curiously looks on as Nekomata pulls out a translucent bottle, craning his neck to see what the older man is doing even when he’s coaxed into laying on his back on one of the benches, his legs spread out on either side of the metal apparatus. And Nekomata coos at the confused nervous sound Kuroo makes as he generously coats Kuroo’s pretty puckered rim and his fingers with the clear liquid. 

“I need you to relax and take deep breaths, okay?” 

That’s all the warning he gets before a finger is pushing at his tight hole and he keens as one knuckle breaches his unused hole, taking in desperate panicked breaths as it becomes two knuckles, and borderline hyperventilating when he’s taken the digit all the way to its hilt. But he desperately listens to the familiar voice as it orders him to keep on relaxing, keep on breathing. 

Relax. Breathe. Relax. Breathe. Relax. Breathe. 

One finger becomes two. Two fingers become three. The stretch is uncomfortable, but not painful, yet Kuroo still just feels strangely full, can’t comprehend what the appeal of this is- 

He screams. Back arching and body twitching when Nekomata’s fingers move inside of him, brushing against a spot that has him seeing stars and his cock hardening once again. He scrambles to sit up, find purchase, register what’s happening, but then those fingers are bushing against that spot over and over again and all he can do is sob, cock pathetically splurting thick drops of pre-cum all over his stomach as his mind breaks under the new delirious pleasure he’s being drowned in. 

If he thought he had already been overwhelmed, it’s absolutely painful and agonizing when the stimulation abruptly stops and he’s howling, clawing like an animal to keep Nekomata’s fingers inside of him, sobbing even harder when Nekomata gently shakes him off and leaves him gaping open, cold, and alone like he’s always been his entire life. But he tries to stifle his sobs, gasping for breath when Nekomata is right there with him again, softly kissing his forehead and urging him to continue being his good patient boy and he sighs in relief when something larger begins to refill him, whimpering and moaning at the larger stretch, but ultimately finding peace in the connection, the fullness. 

And he relaxes back down on the bench, mewling as Nekomata’s cock drags against his insides, reaching further and further inside of him until the head is pressing against that same spot that has him writhing wantonly underneath the older body on top of him. Words are spilling past his lips, incoherent babbling he can’t even make out himself, but as if Nekomata understands the indecipherable pleas for more, he offers the younger man a weathered smile before beginning to rock back and forth and Kuroo’s head shakes back and forth, eyes rolling back in his head as his prostate is continuously brushed against. 

Kuroo has always been attractive, but like this? Vulnerable, lust and arousal clearly painted all over his face and body, pretty noises and tears, a shaky hand wrapping around his own leaking cock? He’s breathtaking and Nekomata feels like a young man all over again as he increases his pace, ignoring the irritating pang in his old hips as he desperately chases his own end, balls feeling full and ready to explode in a way they haven’t for decades. And he sputters and chokes as he empties himself inside of the lithe body underneath him, nearly crushing the younger man as he exhaustedly collapses on top of Kuroo and catches his breath. 

But he grumbles when he feels the body underneath him continue to wriggle, something uncomfortable digging into his stomach and he lifts up just enough to see how Kuroo desperately continues to stroke his cock, tears in his eyes from being so close to release and yet unable to find it by himself and he takes pity on him, nudging Kuroo’s hands away and wrapping his own hand around the cock, sloppily kissing the pretty captain. And he smiles when wiry arms wrap around him and hold him tight, swallowing Kuroo’s endearing moans as the raven haired athlete falls apart underneath him once again, coating his hand with his creamy essence. 

He holds his cum covered hand to Kuroo’s mouth, fondly smiling as he immediately begins lapping and licking him clean, only a slight wrinkle of his nose indicating his dislike of the salty bitter taste. That’s okay, he’ll let the birthday boy get away with it for now. After all, he has plenty of time to fully train him to be the perfect cum slut, his perfect cum slut.  

[oumaheroes]

Earthbound: Ludwig’s Story

Characters: Germany, Prussia

Context:

Hundreds of years after the fall of Earth, mankind is slowly starting to return. Some people have a stronger urge to return than others, confused by fragments of memories from a life already lived.

Arthur’s story can be found here. 

Matthew’s story can be found here.

Gabriel’s story can be found here.

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Ludwig is six, and is sick again. The doctors don't know what's wrong with him; they know what's causing it at least but they have no idea why. He can't keep food down and every time he tries to stand the world pitches and swims and he can't keep his balance so he never manages to stay up for long before he bonelessly falls to the floor, where he feels no better.

It's the gravity, the doctors say, for some reason he's affected by the gravity. The artificial gravity that he's known all his life; it's as if he's just climbed aboard and his body suffers from relapses where it just can't acclimatise. Where it suddenly realises that something's not quite right and rebels against him for a week or so. This his family already knows, but his mother isn't satisfied with such a lacklustre answer so she takes him to a different doctor every time he suffers another attack just in case one of them is even marginally more competent than the last. These 'episodes', as his mother likes to call them, don't happen all that often, but he seems to have one every ten months or so and they are regular enough to annoy his mother to no end. Ludwig doesn't really know if she's annoyed that no one can fix him or with him himself, Gilbert won't say and normally his big brother talks to pretend that he knows something so his silence worries Ludwig the most.

Mother is a very important person with a very important job: she's a governor of the space station upon which they live and it is very important that Ludwig remembers this. So, when he's laying in bed clutching at his belly and desperately clenching his eyes shut to minimise the swaying, his friends at school think that he is away for a special training academy. Because can you just imagine, the governor of a space station's son being space sick?

His father doesn't like to call it that because he thinks it's degrading so his mother doesn't, when she thinks Ludwig can't hear, anyway, but Ludwig knows that's what the kids at school would say so he happily keeps mum because it's easier than lying. They don't talk to him much besides, they find him too cold and distant but that's because he's so scared of disgracing his mother further that he can't quite relax fully.

When Ludwig is thirteen his mother, after exhausting all doctors aboard their large floating colony, finally accepts that it's unlikely that this small problem of his is going to go away. Her way of dealing with it is to pretend that it just doesn't happen; during an attack Ludwig is sent to his room where he stays painfully alone with only his books for company whilst she busies herself with her new campaigns. She's running for director now, aiming as high as she can go and there's no room for weak, feeble Ludwig all the way up there.

His brother tries his best to keep him entertained and happy during these times, but Gilbert is healthy, strong, smart; he's everything that Ludwig should also be able to grow up to be and their parents have sent him off to expensive schools which means that he's more often away from home than not. Sometimes Ludwig wonders if they've sent him away because they want Gilbert to be the all around best he can be, or if it's to distance him as much as they can from Ludwig. It's almost as if they're worried that Ludwig will taint him, or that maybe Gilbert will grow too attached to him and distract himself from what's really important. That Ludwig will anchor him down.

At five years older it's highly unlikely that Ludwig will be the one doing the influencing, but his brother, despite hardly seeing each other and such a large age difference, does seem to genuinely care for him. During one particular attack, when Ludwig is eighteen, Gilbert is home from university; it is almost Christmas and his family are preparing to travel to where his grandparents live on the other side of the space station, where they'll spend the holiday. Of course, it is now that his body decides to betray him.

He, his parents, and his brother are gathered around the large dining room table finishing off dinner. It is tense. Mostly it is Gilbert who talks because despite their mother's cool demeanour and their father's lack of interest he seems to always have something to say to fill the silence and speaks easily. Even with the response he gets, or lack of it, he seems honestly unperturbed and remains cheerful, somehow managing to both eat and speak without seeming impolite. As much as he loves his brother, Ludwig is also supremely jealous.

He stares at his fork, contemplating which point in the evening would be best to ask if he could slip away, when his body decides for him. His stomach swoops, his ears pop and the table tilts alarmingly. He clenches the edge in panic to remain upright and the noise alerts his mother, who looks up from her dessert in irritation.

'Ludwig, we are going away tomorrow.'

'M- mother-'

His mother sighs and looks at his father, who sharply stares back. 'Dear?'

His father grunts and spears another forkful of fruit pie. 'They're expecting him to come.'

'But the photographers-'

'What do you want me to do, Hilda?'

Meanwhile, Ludwig has still not been dismissed and cannot now seem to find the words to ask for permission himself without spewing all over the fancy silverware. He doubts that that will make the situation better, somehow. Gilbert notices and stands, attracting his parents' attention.

'I'll take Luddy to his room.'

'Darling...' their mother tries to say something, but it's what she's trying not to say that comes across the loudest.

Gilbert ignores her and walks around the table, slowly helping Ludwig to his feet, then away from the table and swiftly towards a bathroom. They make it just in time. Gilbert pats him comfortingly on the back and rubs soothing circles into his shoulders until he's finished, then hands him a glass of water.

'So, they're still arseholes, huh?'

Ludwig snaps his head up in horror, but this is a bad idea because the image of Gilbert swims before him and he has to shut his eyes.

'Don't call them that.' He finally manages, weakly.

Gilbert tuts. 'What the fuck did they feed you with in order to churn your personality out.'

Ludwig lays his head on the cool tiles of the floor and groans inwardly at how nice the feeling is. 'They're not arseholes.'

'Yeah, and my name's Shirley.'

Ludwig cracks open an eye, but Gilbert's not joking. He is, for once, deadly serious. 'How'd you put up with them Lud?'

Ludwig shrugs and gives a small shake of his head. 'They're our parents, Gil. They still care for me. Besides, I'm not exactly making it easy for them.'

Gilbert looks disgusted. 'You're their fucking son, arsehole. They're supposed to take care of you. They ain't even doing that right are they?' Gilbert runs a hand through his shock of white hair and bits his bottom lip whilst he shakes his head. 'Look at how they treat you versus me.'

'Yes, but I'm not exactly-'

'But nothing!' Gilbert raises his voice slightly and swallows. When he speaks again, he's much quieter, back under control. 'Have they got you in a university programme yet?'

Ludwig's silence is answer enough and Gilbert sighs deeply before brushing back Ludwig's sweaty fringe. 'There's nothing wrong with you Lud.' His brother sounds so very sad. 'Fuck, there's nothing wrong with you at all. They know full well that if they put you on a planet rather than this floating heap of rust that you'll probably be alright. And have they? Have they fuck.'

Ludwig wants to argue against him, wants to say something to stand up for himself if not for their parents but his eyes are suddenly burning and his throat is choked up. He knew a long time ago that his parents had given up on him, but to hear it from someone else hurts more sharply than anything he tells himself.

There's an odd companionable silence for a while; Ludwig lays still with his face against the floor and his brother's hand carding through his hair so he almost misses what Gilbert says next.

'I was gonna wait till Boxing Day, but I've got us tickets for Earth.'

Ludwig tenses and holds his breath. Gilbert continues. 'I was gonna wake you up on the 26th and take you away with me, but I want to tell you now instead, cause you look like shit. We're gonna get out of here Luddy; I've always wanted to take you to a planet and what better one is there than the original, huh?'

'You, I- you can't- what about your studies? The internship you've got?' Ludwig manages to stammer out, opening his eyes.

Gilbert brushes his concerns aside. 'I never liked medicine, really. I've always wanted to go to a planet, so I'm mega up for it.'

Ludwig knows he should say no, knows that he shouldn't take up the offer. He'd be denying his brother so much, he'd be exactly what their parents worried he'd be because he'll only drag Gilbert down and down and down like a heavy lead weight and ruin all of his chances at a good life.

But Ludwig wants to be selfish. He reaches out and clasps onto Gilbert's hand, squeezing it tightly. 'Gil...'

Gilbert flashes him a grin and winks. 'I know, right? How awesome am I?'

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AN:

I’ve been a very busy bee recently and haven’t been able to write anything, so in lieu of something new, have something old.

This is from my fic Earthbound, which I’m embarassingly fond of. It’s made up of several different stories and Ludwig and Gilbert’s is the one that I’m the most happy with after all these years.

Hope you enjoyed!

[arcane-apathy]

Part 2 

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AN: Part 2 of this mini-series. I don’t know if y’all can tell, but Albuquerque is on my bucket list of places I want to go to. As a heads up, the next part will include smut, so if that isn’t your thing be warned. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this one! 😁

Warning(s): N/A

  Your nerves were high all day long, constantly tapping your pen on your clipboard. Your coworkers thought it was the funniest thing they’ve ever seen, gently teasing you about the upcoming date. And you couldn’t wait for this work day to be over. All you wanted to do was go straight home and shower. You stood at the nurses station, finishing your notes from your last patient when one of the RNs approaches you. “So, rumor has it that you have a hot date tonight?” 

  A heavy sigh escapes your lips, “yes Maria, you heard correctly.” 

  The older woman smiles and claps her hands like an excited child, “oh how exciting. Tell me about him?” 

You look at her, debating it in your mind. But, you know she wouldn’t leave you alone until you tell her something. “His name is Santiago, he’s a Naga, we’ve ran into each other a couple times, and he asked me out in a Target.” 

  Maria laughs, “he asked you out in a Target?” 

  “Yeah… He took his opportunity.” 

  “Well, is he cute?” 

  You roll your eyes, “yes Maria, because that’s important.”

  She shrugs as she walks away, “it helps.” You snicker to yourself as you return to your notes. Although you weren’t really focusing on them, you couldn't help as your mind wandered. The stress of having to get ready was already weighing on your mind. Once the notes were finished you let out a sigh of relief, all you needed to do now was mundane tasks until you could clock out. As you left to clock out you couldn’t help but laugh as the other nurses teased you, practically begging for juicy details tomorrow. 

  The ride home was uneventful, which you were thankful for. The more time you had to get ready the better. As soon as you got home you threw off your scrubs, got in the shower, and scrubbed like you'd never showered before. Once out of the shower you slathered on the lotion and aftershave cream. Luckily you picked out your outfit the night before. You even made sure it had just the right necklace. And it felt like you fussed in the mirror for an eternity before you were satisfied with how you looked. 

  By the time you drove up to the Old Town area of Albuquerque your nerves were high. You parked in a paid public parking lot, just like Santiago told you to. When you exited the parking lot you immediately heard a particular Naga calling your name. A blush crawls onto your cheek as he slithers towards you with a pink lily in his hand, “hola.”  Santiago stops in front of you and looks you up and down, holding the flower loosely in his hand, “te ves bonita.” He clears his throat nervously, “sorry, I just got off the phone with my mother, and I was still in Spanish mode.” 

  “It's fine… Te ves hermoso,” you smile as you take your turn to scan him. His hair slicked back, but he luckily used the proportionate amount of hair gel. He wore a teal button up, the color going beautifully with his skin tone, and a black blazer. The shirt was long and designed with Nagas in mind, the perfect length to cover their more private areas. 

  “You speak Spanish?” 

  “A little, I took it back in middle school. And once I moved out here I realized I should have paid more attention,” you chuckle and your eyes land on the flower again. 

  His eyes follow yours and he smiles sheepishly, “oh right, I should’ve given this to you already.” You smile and watch as he breaks the stem, then tucks it into your hair besides your ear. Your cheeks immediately flush again as his fingers brushed against your ear. “My mother was a florist, so if I didn’t bring a flower she would’ve been disappointed.” 

  “I’ve never had anyone give me a flower before, it’s very pretty,” your fingers ghost along the petals. 

  "You deserve it… Shall we go," he offers his arm with a timid smile.  

  "We shall," you tuck your hand in the crook of his arm as you walk beside him. The two of you make pleasant small talk as he shows you around the Old Town. His posture became more relaxed the more and more you guys talked. By the time you reached the restaurant the both of you were more confident, cracking jokes and lightly poking fun at each other. But you didn’t seem to see the new glimmer in his eyes whenever you smiled. 

  Dinner was wonderful to say the least. Conversation between the two of you flowed freely. You learned that Santiago was the youngest of three, and the only boy in his family. He was raised by a single mother and his grandparents. And that his mother’s profession as a florist is what inspired his love for nature and the outdoors. “I wanted to get a job that let me be outdoors all day. So, now I’m a park ranger at Cibola National Forest.” 

  “That sounds more interesting than nursing,” you sip your drink as you watch him curiously. “What do you do as a park ranger?” 

  “Mostly park safety, helping lost tourists, scaring rattlesnakes off the trails.” 

  “Scaring rattlesnakes,” you raise an inquisitive brow. 

  “Yes, I go up and down the trails and keep an eye out for them,” he sips his beer. “If I rattle my tail they usually go away because I’m massive compared to them. And if they bite me nothing happens because of my natural immunity. Not saying that it won’t hurt though.” 

  “It hurts even when a non-venomous snake bites you, and if they don’t get treated properly they can lead to nasty infections. Which hurt more.” 

  “Most Naga tend to have stronger immune systems than humans, even then I still clean it and make sure it’s bandaged.” The waiter stops at your table, clearing your empty plates off of the table. You were surprised when he refused dessert before you could say anything, watching Santiago skeptically. “Don’t worry cariño, I know just the place for dessert.” 

  You blush a little at the nickname, “I suppose you would know better than I.” The two of you split the bill, although it took some arguing on your side. 

  “Alright I’ll allow it,  but I will pay for dessert.” 

  You roll your eyes at his old fashioned ways, “you’ll allow it?” 

  “Yes… As long as we don’t tell my mother we split it. I try to avoid every lecture I can.” 

  You laugh as you get up from the table, taking his arm again, “I suppose I can keep a secret. Your mother sounds wonderful.” 

  “She is, but so are you,” he smirks and interlaces his fingers with yours. You look down at your hands, a little shocked at how forward he was now. 

  “Sorry, should I not have done that?” 

  He goes to move his hand but you just squeeze it reassuringly, “no it’s fine.” Santiago smiles wider, his fangs catching the light from all the signs of the storefronts. There were colorful fairy lights hanging from most stores, and there was the faint sound of a mariachi band a few streets away. The Old Town was beautiful, all the buildings were adobes, the decor was colorful, everything was just picturesque. Santiago stops in front of a shop with a neon sign that reads ‘panadería’. You follow him inside and the first thing you noticed was the strong smell of pastries. 

  “You said you haven’t gotten to try much of the local cuisine, so I figured a panadería was a good place to start.” He keeps you close to his side as he points things out in the cases, and talks to the older woman behind the counter in rapid Spanish. At the end of it all the two you got a small box of goodies to share at the nearby park. You sat together on a bench besides a lamppost from the early twentieth-century, Santiago leisurely wraps his tail around your ankles. “So, which do you want to start with?” 

  You point to a pig-shaped cookie, “the Cochito sounds nice, and it’s adorable.” 

  Santiago chuckles as he breaks the cookie in half, “do you want the butt or the head?”

  “Either is fine,” you smile as he hands you the head. You take a small bite, the cookie wasn’t too hard or too soft nor was it crumbly. Just like Santiago said, it tasted similar to a gingerbread cookie. But instead of ginger they used cinnamon, “you know, I don’t like cinnamon that much. But, this is really good.” 

  “We like cinnamon with our sweets, but it is one of the more milder flavors. There are a lot of Mexican candies that have chili flavoring.” 

  “Not to be rude, but that sounds gross.” 

  He laughs, “ it’s okay, even I don’t like them that much. However chili and chocolate is a good combination.”

  “I’ve never had it, so I have no comment” 

  Santiago picks up another pastry and tears the sweet apart, “vanilla Concha with lemon icing.” You take the torn piece and smile at how cute it was with the bright yellow frosting. The flavor blend was beautiful, and the lemon wasn’t overpowering at all. It didn’t take long for the two of you to satisfy your sweet tooth, nearly cuddling against each other as you ate. Santiago unwound himself from around your ankles and made his way to the nearby trash can. You couldn’t help but stare at his tail as he moved, fascinated with how the complex muscles looked while he slivered along the pavement. 

  “You’re staring, cariño.” 

  “I can’t help it, it’s still so foreign to me,” you fluster a little as he sits back down. 

  He sets the very end of his tail on your lap, “wanna look at it?” You nod cautiously and run your fingers along the scales, earning a smile from Santiago. 

  “So this is the rattle, huh”, you apprehensively run your fingers over the keratin segments. 

  “Indeed, every time I molt I get a new segment. And the muscles that control the rattle are among some of the fastest in the world. They can move about fifty times per second,” he rattles it for a split second. The sudden noise makes you jump, “sorry, should’ve given you a warning.” 

  “It’s fine,” you laugh a little at yourself. Santiago takes the opportunity to partially wrap the end of his tail around your wrist. “Oh, that is a lot of muscle.” 

  “Pretty good for never doing a leg day in my life, right?” You laugh heartily at the joke, using your free hand to cover your mouth. The two of you stay like that a while, part of his tail on your lap and at some point you lay your legs across his lap. The more you two talk the more blind you become to everything happening around you. Your peaceful conversation was rudely interrupted by Santiago’s phone going off. He looks at the caller ID and sighs, “it’s my roommate. He must’ve thought I died or something.” 

  You notice the time on his phone, “wow, it’s already nine thirty?” 

  “Yeah, time sure flies when you’re having fun,” he interlocks his fingers with yours again. His smile faltered a little as he looked at the clock again, “you should go, you said you had work in the morning.” 

  “That would be the responsible thing to do… Would you walk me back to my car?” 

  “Of course, I think you’ll get lost without me anyways,” he snickers as the two of you untangle your limbs. 

  “Lead the way, ranger.” He rolls his eyes as you tease, keeping a firm grip on your hand as the two of you leave the park. The streets weren’t as busy anymore, and the bars had small crowds outside of them. You didn’t care the some people stared as long as they kept their, most likely bigoted, comments to themselves. Once you made it to the parking lot, the two of you stood at the entrance, not wanting to leave the other. “I had a wonderful time tonight.” 

  “So did I,” his confidence faltered slightly as he was unsure of what to do next. 

  “I… I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” 

  “Really,” his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. 

  “Really… You’re fun and very sweet.” 

  “You aren’t too bad yourself cariño,” his trail slowly wraps around your feet loosely. His golden eyes landing on your mouth then scanning the rest of your face as he pulls you closer. “May I kiss you?” 

  You can feel your face instantly heat up, “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” 

  Santiago’s smile grows as his tail tightens around your ankles, a means to pull you even closer to him. His touch was gentle while he cupped your cheek and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Obviously not wanting to overstep his boundaries. You gently wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss, much to his surprise. “Easy now cariño, it’s already hard enough for me to hold back,” he laughs and kisses the top of your head. 

  “I’m sorry for wanting something a little more,” you smirk and playfully pinch his cheek. 

  “In due time cariño,” he takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly. “You should go hun, you have an early morning.” 

  “I suppose,” you pout.

  “Text me when you get home,” he begins to uncoil himself. “I want to know you made it home safe.” 

  “I will,” you look at your hands, holding onto each other by the pointer finger. “Thank you for tonight, I had a blast.” 

  “Anytime,” he gently takes your hand one last time and kisses the top of your knuckles. “Now run along cariño, don’t let me hold you up.” 

  You blush again, “not my fault you’re so enjoyable to be around.” With a heavy sigh you let go of his hand and adjust your purse on your shoulder, “well, thank you again… And I’ll text you soon.” 

  “Looking forward to it.” 

[yozzers]

vexos hcs and random notes

ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned... 

General

I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other

I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk

Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron

None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that

Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when they’re all gathered)

My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lync’s antics and Mylene less so but doesn’t lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment

Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like “hiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3″ bcs obv he wasn’t using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra) 

Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexos’ ranks)

the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on

Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, Gus 

Vexos being a “chance of death low but the chance is still there” type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the government 

sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now

Spectra Phantom / Keith Fermin 

[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy

think it’d be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesn’t recognize him bcs of his stupid get up

throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdos 

Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other

Pre-Spectra; probably would’ve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about “do you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released forms”

this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my guts 

mom isn’t dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didn’t know how to balance family and work, good for her

probably lives in another city now, and it’s a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they don’t see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways) 

probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing

didn’t bleach his eyebrows bcs he didn’t want to harm the skin around there and he never thought he’d take the mask off around others, or about how stupid he’d look without the mask

please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then

daddy issues is truly the root of evil

Gus Grav

Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life

[canon?] was going on a route to being an “idol brawler”, because that’s kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.

Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together I’m making that a thing, if he didn’t join the Vexos he would’ve been an idol brawler

I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois ‘s post on that) 

The hc of him being half human and Runo’s half brother is so good 

Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt

not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrain’s Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint) 

Shadow Prove

[handbook canon] a vestal nobleman 

has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)

inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan

the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. They’re just Like That.

Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much

Considered running away from home several times 

Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music

hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested

*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3* 

You know how he doesn’t take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:

did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasn’t interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something that’d still be beneficial to the family?  

joined to pursue a freedom he didn’t have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?

has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv he’s team clown, volt is team jester

incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human he’d be chinese, i’ve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is there 

Mylene Ferrow

While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasn’t reached what she considers the top just yet... 

[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited  by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought] 

I like to think she’s closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. “annoying” to “endearingly annoying, you still aren’t getting special treatment though”

Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so they’re more of a “we hold each other at a distance, but we’re aware of out closeness which is enough for us”

Then its Spectra and then Gus in the “closest to Mylene” scale; she just straight up hates Gus and it’s mutual

whoever made the “Mylene and Spectra were exes” hc I think it’s really funny so I’m adding it here 

terrible fashion, she’s the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Volt’s help, she just voiced what she generally wanted 

Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought it’d make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)

Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks they’re basically the go-to duo matchup whenever they’re assigned work n it’d be cool

Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from

She’s grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesn’t really like him

I wish I had more to say about her... but It’s all relationship esque, i think in general she’s enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics

Lync Volan

[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether they’re still alive or not is...? 

was part of the same area Volt is from

probably aware of each other but didn’t really know each other

you sound like you have mommy issues 

came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature left 

ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn

Volt Luster

[canon] he’s from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5ds’ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there  

He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? I’d assume at youngest it’d be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)

has a neat collection of handmade jester dolls 

lot more artistic than he seems 

Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron

Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes? 

[vkookjamz]

⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

You walked in Jungkook's room quietly shutting the door, going over to his closet sniffling as your gaze traveled down to your wrist. Red from where he grabbed it harshly earlier.

He'd never been so cold or hurtful towards you, he was always so sweet and gentle.

Sighing, you wiped your eyes beginning to look through his wardrobe, scanning over his clothes.

You didn't know where to begin, you'd never worn clothes before so you actually needed help getting dressed.

Well, you knew clothing names and where they went on the body, it was just putting them on that was the problem.

No wonder Jungkook started hating you- you were helpless.

But seriously, what was with him? First he acts like he hates you, then gets defensive about where you sleep and what you wear?

Pouting, you grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and put them over your arms with a huff. Drooping your ears in defeat.

"Aish I'm so stupid.." You mumbled to yourself continuing to struggle.

"No you're not y/n-ah.." turning, you saw Jin walk towards you after shutting the door smiling sweetly to make you feel slightly better.

"I am stupid Jin, even Jungkook sees it and hates me now.."

"Nonsense, he doesn't hate you- he loves you just as much as the rest of us"

He grabbed your wrist causing you to flinch, hissing in discomfort. Giving you a confused look, Jin's eyes lowered to your arm then grew large.

"Who did this?!" he inspected your red skin carefully, brushing his fingertips along the marks as if he were touching a baby bird.

You let out a quiet sigh. "Jungkook-appa.."

"WHAT?! I WILL BEAT THAT BOY WITH MY-"

"No no! Jin please- I'm okay, please just forget about it-"

He sighed with a nod, raising your wrist to his lips, giving a light kiss on the tender flesh. Blushing, you gave a small shy smile.

Jin was the second sweetest to you, almost like a grandparent- well at least what you thought a grandparent would be.

"If he does anything again I won't cook him food for a week, he'll have to fend for himself" his words causing your smile to widen.

"Alright, now can you help me? I'm not used to clothes-" Looking down shamefully, Jin chuckled removing the sweatpants from your arms.

"First you need a shirt and pants, you also need underwear and a bra but- we'll get you that tomorrow"

You nodded as he helped you put on the sweatpants correctly, they felt a little uncomfortable but you assumed it was because you were without underwear.

Next he grabbed a black T-shirt, sliding the material over your head. It was pretty baggy, but smelled like Jungkook which caused you to involuntarily purr.

"Aww y/n-ah you're so cute like this~ " he gently pinched your cheeks.

"His scent it just- it makes me so happy" you blushed hugging yourself with the fabric.

Jin chuckled, "You know he wears women's perfume right?"

"Really??" you giggled as Jin nodded laughing, shaking his head amused. "Well, it says unisex but trust me, it smells like a girl to everyone"

Contining to giggle you walked to the mirror, looking at yourself. You looked okay, not like a complete hobo, but okay. Like Tae said, you'd go shopping later anyways so it didn't matter.

Jin stood behind you yawning then stretching "Well you're welcome, having me, world wide handsome be your stylist for the morning, now how about I make breakfast?"

Nodding quickly you gave a bright smile "Thank you Jinnie" turning around, you leaned up on your tiptoes giving him a tight hug which he happily returned.

"You're welcome darling, now let's eat!" He ran out with you following not far behind him.

~Time Skippy~

"KIM NAMJOON GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN BEFORE YOU SET THE DORM ON FIRE AGAIN" Jin yelled waving his spatula towards the clumsy tall male.

"YAH! That was on accident! And it was a SMALL fire!!" Namjoon protested holding his hands up in defense.

" ....... Taehyung almost lost his eyebrows"

"I-... But I'm hungry!!!" The younger whined.

"I DON'T CARE NOW OUT OUT OUT!!" He ended the small feud smacking Joon's butt with the spatula before he left the area.

Jin was making pancakes while the rest of Bangtan was- well.. being Bangtan.

Hoseok was in Tae and Jimin's room, where they all were playing video games.

Namjoon had just went to his room- probably to recover from his spatula spanking.

Which left you, Yoongi and Jungkook sitting in the living room awkwardly.

Sitting up in your chair, you went on your phone. Jungkook bought you it awhile back when he caught you playing on HIS, seeing you knew how to operate it with your paw pads.

You enjoyed watching videos and listening to music so he just gave you your own. Although, now you had THUMBS so you could type faster and do more.

"Princess?" Yoongi turned on his current position on the couch to lay on his side, squinting his eyes open to look up at you.

Your ears perked looking towards him, "Yes uncle Yoongs?"

Chuckling he lifted his arm lazily, waving you over "I need my cuddle buddy to nap comfortably"

Huffing at the comment, Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning to face the TV. Of course you noticed but you just shrugged it off.

You smiled setting your phone down on the table, taking a seat at the tired males feet. He pouted at your distance pulling you by your waist to lay on top of him.

Both of your chests connected as you looked into his eyes, getting a bit nervous at the closeness as he smiled cockily eyeing you.

"You know princess, now that you're like this you should really call me oppa.." Yoongi wrapped his arms firmly around your waist, snuggling his head into your neck.

Jungkook's jaw clenched balling his hands into fists, cracking his knuckles with his thumbs watching you both. Tensing from hearing the word he disliked most.

"Why Yoongs? are you not my uncle anymore?.." you let your ears droop looking as sad as could be.

Looking up he shook his head. "No I am princess, but now that you're human it's just more respectful for you to call me that"

Jungkook seemed to calm slightly, breathing out in frustration. He knew the others would take advantage of your innocence, and it was killing him.

Yoongi smirked licking his lips noticing his jealous maknae. "And I'd love you even more if you did baby girl" he teased rubbing your ears.

Now blushing red, you gulped nervously stuttering "O-Okay Yoongi- oppa.."

Jungkook's head snapped away from the TV, looking at the two of you. More so his hyung.

He glared with dark eyes, although there was raging jealousy behind them as his tongue prodded against his cheek annoyed.

"Y/n."

You felt your heart stop at hearing his strong firm voice call you for the first time that day "Yes Jungkook-appa?.."

Biting your lip, you sat up looking at him. He chewed on his bottom lip, his arms crossed as he stared you down.

God he was gorgeous.

"Why don't you- "

"BREAKFAST IS READY BOYS- AND GIRL" you covered your sensitive ears at Jin's loud shout from the kitchen.

"FOOOOD!!" Taehyung bursted from his room flailing his arms, running straight for the kitchen followed by Hoseok and Jimin behind him.

"Y/n-ahh come eat breakfast, you can sit with me!" Hoseok grabbed your hand dragging you away from Yoongi, emitting a sigh getting up.

"Okay Uncle Hobi!" Smiling as brightly as him, you left to the kitchen unknowingly leaving behind an angry Jungkook and a smirking Yoongi. Both staring each other down.

"Back off Hyung." Jungkook warned.

"I don't know what you're talking about Kook" The older gave a sly smile, making him scoff.

"You're not her oppa"

"Neither are you"

"I never said I was"

"Then why do you act like it? Finding out she's a hybrid made you start eyeing her like a meal, yet you treat her like shit" stepping closer to the younger he crossed his arms.

Jungkook knew how he was being towards you wasn't right, but he couldn't explain why he was acting the way he was around you now.

He didn't know how else to act other than harsh in order to mask his true desires towards you.

Yoongi smirked seeing how easily he shut up his maknae, but he needed to push it. Just to see if he was right.

"I wonder why her calling me oppa gets you so pissed- and let's not forget you about to lose it at Tae going to take her bra and pantie shopping, why'd that bother you so much"

Jungkook brought himself to stand right in front of the other, looking straight into his eyes. Yoongi had never seen Jungkook so serious, but he remained cool and calm watching him with matched intensity.

"Because she's mine.."

A/n: Yoongi stans get ready ;)

-ⓙ

[marsalimackimmie]

Another Outlander Fic Idea

This is set in an AU where Jamie came through the stones to the 20th century soon after Claire returned, and they raised Brianna in the future together.

(I wrote this whole thing out at once and didn’t proof read it so please forgive any typos. It’s a mostly stream of consciousness outline.)

Bree always knew there was something different about her family-- in that they had none. All her friends had grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins… but the Fraser's were an orphaned family. Her Mama and Da had plenty of stories, but always said the people they discussed had died a long time ago. As a kid it made her sad in a detached sort of way, but as she grew older she began having more questions her parents couldn’t answer. 

Growing up, Bree had developed an interest in history with her father. He was always reading books, watching documentaries, and always seemed fascinated by everything he learned-- even the things everyone knew, and the things he supposedly lived through himself. It became something they bonded over, and it led Bree to her secret hobby of genealogy. 

Unbeknownst to her parents, Brianna one day organized a day trip with her friends up to Broch Morda, the place her parents always claimed Jamie was from. She searched their historical archives and church records, but could find no mention of Jenny, Brian, or Ellen Fraser born in the last few centuries. At one point a librarian said she HAD found people by those names, but perhaps it was a more distant ancestor(?) as they were all from the 18th century. 

With this being the only lead Bree had, she dug all in. Every detail that matched up with her parents’ stories (as few details as there were) made her confusion increase. Her first thought was “oh no, my parents are crazy”. Clearly, Jamie had become so lonely as an orphan that he constructed an entire backstory based on the lives of people who shared his last name 200 years ago, who he found through his weird fascination with history. Or was James Fraser even his real name? Oh god, is Fraser even HER real last name?

Freaked out, Bree decides to visit Broch Tuarach’s graveyard to make sure there weren’t just typos or mistakes in the records (it’s not like they’re very valuable or well preserved). The newest graves are full of Murray's, McTavishes, Mackenzies… wow a lot of M’s for a place built by the Fraser clan. She pushes through and finds many faded graves from the early 1800s… quite a few match the names from her supposed family history as well. Brianna is now certain her parents have been lying to her this whole time.

Roger, one of the friends Bree came to Broch Morda with, suggests that maybe they should try some archives in the larger Inverness instead, that maybe this whole Lallybroch business is just a weird coincidence, or a matter of family names repeating themselves. It’s not like Jenny and Ian are uncommon, after all, or James and Katherine for that matter. Brianna is skeptical but agrees. 

Back in Inverness, they dig through the library and find articles about Claire’s disappearance through the stones. Surprised, Brianna does the math and realizes her parents must have met when Claire ran away from this ‘Frank Randall’. The lies piling up, Brianna decides to call Frank and ask for any information he has. Frank is reluctant to speak to her when she ambushes him at his office, and she leaves.

Later she returns late at night hoping to break into his files (she’s really mad and not thinking straight, alright?) and instead finds Frank still there, drinking at his desk. In his drunken state, he tells her everything Claire had claimed about time travel, and stones, and that “bloody Scot bastard” who had taken everything from him. Bree is disturbed to find him so bitter and drunk, and honestly can’t fault her mother for leaving the guy-- he seemed awful. And how seriously could she take his story about magic stones when he’s three sheets to the wind?

Still, Bree can’t help but think. Her vacation is over and she goes back home to Claire and Jamie (they live in Edinburgh maybe, or a remote farming village away from modern hustle idk). Despite dropping many subtle hints, she can’t get her parents to crack. She does start writing down small details they mention about the family though-- for comparison to the historic family, out of curiosity, etc-- and trying to suss out whether her father is delusional or just lying. But he seems as sincere as ever, and never contradicts his stories like someone making it up might. 

Now Bree is starting to feel like the crazy one. Is there even anything here to uncover? So her parents are orphans; so her mom left a drunkard and married a Scot instead. Everything truly suspicious is just circumstantial, paranoid even. Why is she so fixated on it? In the end, Bree finally decides to drop it. 

She still had another visit to Inverness planned however, and Roger suggests they go to the Culloden heritage reenactment festival instead of getting stuck in dusty archives. Bree agrees, and Claire helps her assemble a period costume. Claire seems oddly knowledgeable and nostalgic about it, but Bree brushes it aside. In the end she has a costume that looks great, but isn’t totally accurate. It’s cheaper. It has zippers. She never said she was committed to accuracy ok? Still, making and wearing it seem to make her parents’ lips loosen a bit, and they all bond talking about Scotland and history and family the night before she leaves. As she’s going to sleep, she thinks she hears her parents discuss how they think “Jenny and Ian” are faring at Lallybroch, but that’s probably her imagination-- why would they speak in the present tense? And she knows for a fact Lallybroch is empty. 

Flash forward-- Bree and Roger have a great time at the festival. (To insert my own headcanon agenda, I should mention Roger and Bree are not romantic, just good friends. Roger knows Bree is secretly gay, and sometimes even tries to be her wingman. Bree is out to her parents after they caught her and Sally McGinnis making out when she was 17; that’s why they trust her to stay at Roger’s during trips without too much shovel talk.) When they get back to the manse, they run into Fiona (who had been dancing at the stones at sunrise and gone all day). She awkwardly lets them know she brought a man back with her, who seems like he just needs some help. Confused, they ask why he wasn’t brought to the hospital, and she says he doesn’t need it. Fiona claims this man was at the reenactment (to explain his clothes) but dodges most of their questions. Still, Roger is very hospitable as a Reverend’s son and lets him stay. 

The man, who introduces himself simply as Claudel, seems very friendly if a bit baffled. Still, Roger doesn’t love the idea of Bree staying in the building with a stranger and asks if she’d rather go home. Bree is resistant because she’s not some damsel who has to be protected, but Fiona pipes up and agrees with Roger. Especially since the trains aren’t running right now and the inn is full-- could she call Mr. & Mrs. Fraser to come pick you up, Bree? 

Outnumbered, Brianna angrily agrees. She then sulks in the living room until Claudel comes in and they talk for a while. Brianna complains that everyone treats her like she’s less capable, and the man commiserates, pointing out what she had missed earlier-- his missing hand. She asks what happened, and he vaguely says “the war”. (Fiona had briefed him on what happened to him, where/when he is now, and how he should be as vague as possible when he couldn’t give the truth or a good lie.) Brianna decides she doesn’t mind this guy, even though his presence is inadvertently forcing her to be picked up by her parents like a misbehaving child from a slumber party. 

About an hour or whatever later, there’s a knock at the door. Bree gets up, long suffering, and jokes with Claudel that it must be ‘her time’. They say goodbye amicably and he offers to walk her to the door like a gentleman. 

Bree answers the door to see Claire on the other side, looking equal parts ruffled and concerned, and almost doesn’t notice Claudel freeze behind her. She hears him ask, “Milady?” under his breath, and now her mother is freezing in place too. Do they recognize each other? she wonders.

Bree gets her answer almost instantly, when a smile stretches on her mother’s face and Claire goes to hug the man, saying “oh my god, Fergus. Oh my son.” Cue record scratch noise-- did Mama just call this man her son??? Bree has more questions than ever before.

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Fic: Iris

For FowlFest2020: Obscure Character Appreciation Day. Iris is actually an OC, but her family is mentioned so... that counts right? Shoutout to @ms-nothingspecial for betaing  and listening to me stress about word choice for far too long.

--

The fairy shuttle port at Tara was an impressive operation. Ten thousand cubic metres of terminal concealed beneath an overgrown hillock in the middle of the McGraney farm. For centuries, the McGraneys had respected the fairy fort's boundaries and, for centuries, they had enjoyed exceptional good luck.

- Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident

--

Iris McGraney is born at midnight on a full moon, which for a McGraney is the very best of luck.

The birth goes smoothly and without complications, and Iris is born quietly, wailing briefly to let the world know she’s arrived, before settling on her mother’s chest, quietly basking in the comfort of her family around her.

Iris McGraney is born lucky. Then again, her family always has been.

--

When Iris is 7 she gets sick, as children do.

Plans are made to see the doctor in the morning, but McGraneys have a certain way of treating illnesses first that most others don’t.

Iris is well enough to listen to her Dad tell her to keep the bedroom window open all night, even as he bundles her up in blankets and turns the heater on.

He puts a note on the sill along with a single gold nugget, just in case.

“We’ve invited them in before, but it’s better safe than sorry, isn’t it? And you should never ask without offering something in return. It’s rare they take it but it’s only polite.”

The McGraney’s were always digging up gold, especially near the fairy fort. Iris knew it was a secret though, or else everyone would want to come dig on their farm which would make the cows sad.

“Now, go to sleep,” her Dad tells her, tucking her in tight. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Iris doesn’t wake all night, and in the morning, the note is gone, the small piece of gold now sitting on her night stand.

Iris picks it up and runs to the kitchen.

“It moved, Daddy!” she announces proudly, the picture of a healthy child. “They didn’t take it but it moved.”

Her father laughs and hugs her.

“That’s how they let us know they were here.”

--

When Iris is 14 a severe looking boy in a suit sits down across from her at a cafe she’s in, and puts a phone on the table.

Iris recognises the model, it’s seven months away from being released and the hype is already intense.

“For a moment of your time.”

Iris stares at him.

“My parents are gonna think I fucking stole this.”

The boy sets a letter down on the table as well. Iris has a brother so she ignores the letter at first and continues staring at the boy, hoping to unnerve him. He seems unbothered, maybe he has siblings too. She picks up the paper and reads a very official looking letter from the phone manufacturer congratulating her on being selected to test an early release prototype.

It’s fake of course. Iris isn’t an idiot, she is however a teenager in a tiny village with not much going for it. In short, she’s bored and whatever the hell this is, it’s interesting. Also her parents don’t know shit about technology or how major releases work.

She shoves the phone in her backpack.

“What do you want?”

“The fairy fort on your property, I want to know about it.”

Iris raises her eyebrows, that’s hardly top-secret information.

“I don’t know, man, it’s been there for ages. We take care of it, respect the boundaries, and we get lucky.”

“In just the past fifty years your family has uncovered a lost work of Holbein the Younger, a sword owned by Íriel Fáid and seven seperate stores of gold. You’ve also never lost an animal to bovine spongiform encephalopathy in all the history I could find of your farm.”

Well it was more gold than that at last count but they’d stopped being so vocal about it and also-

“Yeah... what’s that last one?”

The kid gives her a disdainful and patronising look. “Mad cow disease.”

“Right.” This dude is a dick. “Like I said. Lucky.”

“It seems a bit more than lucky.”

Iris shrugs. “Look man, you don’t need to believe in the People if you don’t want but you’re in the wrong town. We eat that shit up here, the Hill of Tara borders our farm, there’s three fairy-dedicated gift shops in this village alone.”

He looks interested now though, leaning forward in his seat.

“The People?”

His eyes are weirdly intense, Iris can’t wait to tell her friends about this. Orla is super into vampires right now, she’s going to love it.

“Fairies, the fae, the fair folk, aos sí, whatever you want to call them. Maybe it is just luck, I’ve never seen one-” She frowns, a memory bubbling up then she shakes her head, brushing off a dream of a small winged figure on her windowsill one night. “The People is what my grandparents called them though. Capital P.”

“What else did your grandparents tell you about them? Did they have any superstitions specific to your family?”

Iris doesn't even need to think on that one.

“Grandpa Rob had this thing where he would make everyone wash their hands after we came back from church. Said it was not to harm the People with the holy water, but no one else I know does that, even the Creideamh Sí families.That means -”

“The Fairy Faith,” he interrupts. “Yes, I’m aware. I’ll need to know anything else your family knows about them.”

He pulls a laptop out of his bag which looks like nothing Iris has ever seen and her family is pretty well-off (selling lost works or art tends to help).

“This is getting to be more than a moment, dude.”

“I can take the phone back.”

Iris laughs, he’s not wrong that the phone is worth more than a short conversation, but the threat is just plain funny coming from a pre-teen who looks like he’d never seen the sun in his life and a stiff breeze would knock him over.

The man standing behind him, who Iris initially assumed was his dad but now isn’t so sure, clears his throat and there’s something in the way he does it, or maybe the way he glances down at her, that makes it very clear this tiny undertaker looking child would be leaving with either his answers, or the phone.

If Iris were older or wiser, she would be suitably unsettled but today she just waves a hand at the mountain of a man.

“Chill, I don’t mind, just weird to be honest.”

“You’re welcome to whatever opinion you please so long as you answer all of my questions with as much detail as possible. Now, tell me more about the holy water.”

This phone better be worth it. (It is.)

--

When Iris is 19 the world ends.

Kinda.

Her PlayStation is ruined at least which is annoying as shit.

More importantly, the fairy fort is gone and there’s an actual fucking fort there.

“I always thought it would be a bit less… concrete.”

She’s not sure who she’s talking to, her brother’s moved to London and her parents are out at lunch with friends. But it’s rather the sort of day where Iris thinks she might not believe anything at all if she keeps it just in her head.

The door gives a loud bang and Iris yells and leaps backwards. The banging continues and she realises there’s someone on the other side.

“Are you okay?’ she calls, trying to keep the sudden nervousness in her chest from coming through the words.

“There’s a fire in here, and the suppression systems aren’t working.”

Iris takes several long breaths, processing several things. One, her family is not mad, fairies do exist. Two, they do in fact have a fort on their farm. Three, she might be about to meet them for real. Four, it’s kinda ugly and dull, she expected a bit more… magical?

She looks up to try and centre herself and catches sight of a plane, trailing smoke and flying disturbingly low before it disappears over a hill. In the distance there’s the sound of thunder.

Right, the world is possibly ending, perhaps that should be higher on the list. That part is plain not registering in her head.

She tells herself she imagined the plane, there’s no room in her head to process the alternative right now.

“Who are you anyway?”

Iris’ head snaps back up at the question. Right, fairies trapped in a burning building. Focus.

“Iris McGraney! Stand back, I’ll kick the door in.”

“This door is built to withstand more than you, human.”

Iris frowns, annoyed. “You prefer to suffocate?”

There’s a long pause then, from what sounds like a distance, the voice calls back, “Alright, give it a go.”

Iris is a farmgirl through and through. She’s been stacking hay and climbing fences and eating well her entire life, she wouldn’t be carrying the Dinnie Stones any time soon but she could best all the local boys in an arm wrestle and carry a small calf several fields if she had too.

Her first kick connects with a satisfying crack. The second gives more of a crunch and on the third the door snaps and slams inwards. It’s a pretty cool moment, Iris wishes the day wasn’t so surreal so she could bask in it more.

Smoke starts to billow out as soon as it meets the outside air and there’s a lot of yelling and organised panic as thirty-odd fairies of differing colours and various sizes of small come pouring out, most coughing.

One, in an official looking uniform, makes a line for Iris.

“You’re a fairy,” she tells him.

“Yes, a gnome if we’re getting technical.” He pulls out a handkerchief and starts dabbing at his forehead. “Thanks for that, by the way, Frond only knows what’s going on. One moment we’re getting the call that Haven’s locking down the next the electronics start sparking and melting off the walls.”

“The same thing happened in the house.” Iris tells him, rapidly compartmentalising, there was far too much to take in today. Fairies sure, but gnomes? She pushes it in a box for later. “My phone melted, and the TV almost started a fire.”

The gnome shakes his head worriedly. “This is not good, not good. No contact with Haven and all our tech going bust. I bet it’s that Koboi pixie somehow, right crazy one she is.”

Iris nods for a moment, then shakes her head. “No, I don’t know what that means.”

“Not good, is what it means.”

Iris looks across the fields to several columns of smoke rising in the distance, the further she looks in every direction the more there are.

Not good at all.

--

When Iris is 32 her parents die.

It’s sudden and so plain, after a life of quiet magic and unrelenting luck. Her mother took a turn too fast and hit a patch of ice.

They didn’t suffer at least.

She blames the People at first, but even as the anger bubbles inside her she knows it’s only grief behind it. She’s learnt over the years they’re just people themselves, no capital letter. They can do extraordinary things but miracles are miracles for a reason.

After the wake is passed and the friends gone home, her brother reluctantly back across the channel, promising to call that same night, Iris is at a loss.

She had expected to be but still.

The knocks at the door are so frequent she doesn’t even startle when another comes. She’s not sure she’s in a mood for more well-wishers but she’s not doing well alone either so- she sighs and goes to open the door.

On the other side is a black-haired man in a three-piece suit, still pale but Iris felt less concern now that he might combust if the sun ever does manage to find him.

“Artemis Fowl, I didn’t expect us to meet again.”

“You remember me.” He doesn’t seem surprised.

“Being interrogated by a ten year old tends to stick in a girl’s mind.”

He smiles. “I was 12.”

Iris invites him in and makes tea.

It’s a welcome distraction right now because you have to be living under rock in Ireland not to know how just very extraordinary Artemis Fowl the Second is. Three doctorates, Time Man of the Year at 22, already one Nobel Prize and smart money’s on a second soon.

If anyone could have done it at 12… well.

For a moment she almost hesitates, but Artemis gives her a real smile, as if he already knows what’s on her mind.

(In the years ahead she will come to know him well enough to realise that’s exactly the case.)

She hands him a cup and sits down.

“Tell me, Dr. Fowl, did you ever find the People?”

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Sixteen- Cordonian Ruby chapter 4

Pairing: Olivia x Bastien; Ruby Rys; Beau Larkin (OC)

Word count: 1,562

Warnings: angst, fluff (two weeks of no warnings! Look at me!)

Summary: Bas and Liv learn they might have to start letting go on Ruby’s sixteenth birthday.

A/N: A major thanks to @sirbeepsalot for all your graping, prereading and editing. I love you boo!

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: Ruby, Galen, Lovett & Beau all belong to me, the rest I’m borrowing from PB.

Ruby stared at the man who raised her, hope inscribed upon her face. “Papa please,” she repeated.

She loved him, he was the only father she’d ever known, but sometimes he acted as if she was still a child. Both her parents had ensured she could protect herself, and yet they treated her as though she’d easily break like glass.

Bastien sighed. “Goose …”

Ruby rolled her eyes at the nickname, proof he still saw her as a child. “You know I can take care of myself, Papa. Beau is sweet, he wouldn’t try anything, but if he did I’d make him regret it.”

He raked a hand over his face, he’d expected her to say that. She didn’t understand, she couldn’t understand without him telling her how her parents had died. Olivia and he agreed, the facts of Carolyn and Liam’s deaths would only lead to too many questions they wouldn’t be able to answer without her finding out that she was royalty.

She was too young, not ready for what knowing her position would mean. Ideally, she’d choose to return and take back her kingdom from Bradshaw, she still had two more years. Two more years and she could know. Will two years really be enough time to ensure she has the skills and knowledge needed to shoulder the responsibility?

“I know you can take care of yourself, that’s not the issue, Goose.”

“Then why? Why do I have to be driven around like a little baby when Beau could easily pick me up and drive me?”

Bastien stared at his daughter, gone was her cherubic face, the small innocent child who ran to him with her problems. Before him stood a young woman who fought him and questioned him. Her ability to stand her ground and stick up for her own beliefs would take her far as a leader. He was proud of the young woman she was becoming, but he found himself torn. He could still see the small child he clutched to his chest, the little girl who ran to him with tears in her eyes, but he could also see the strong woman she would soon become. “Goose, Mama and I would both be more comfortable if a more experienced driver took you.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. It was close enough to the truth that she would hopefully drop it. They had never allowed any of their children in a car with anyone other than them.

Her face twisted in indignation, reminding him once more of the small child who had a fiery spirit and strong will. His heart clenched and he nearly folded, nearly saying the words: sometimes even experienced drivers fail at keeping you safe, I know because I was unable to save your parents. He couldn’t, she would only question what he meant, it wouldn’t be long until she then figured out who her parents were.

“Papa that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Olivia questioned as she walked into the living room.

Ruby’s sapphire eyes lit up, if anyone could convince her papa it was her mama. “Mama, tell Papa he’s being overprotective.”

“She wants Beau to drive her on their date.”

“Absolutely not, out of the question.”

“Mama!”

“Just tell us where he’s taking you and we’ll drop you off and pick you up.”

“Well …” Ruby bit her lip, “he said he wanted to surprise me … maybe I can get him to tell me.”

Olivia and Bastien shared a look, both knowing what the other wasn’t saying; this didn’t feel right. “No, give me his number and I’ll find out.” Olivia replied.

Ruby grimaced, her mother talking to the boy she liked certainly didn’t bode well for her, though she knew if she didn’t comply she wouldn’t be going at all. She wasn’t sure what was worse, telling him her parents changed their minds or allowing her mother to call him. Each of her ‘options’ would result in the same outcome: complete social suicide.

She heaved a sigh as she passed her mother her phone. Please don’t embarrass me too much.

- - -

Ruby sat back in the cracked leather seats of the old blue and white pick up. She still didn’t understand how Beau had been able to change her mother’s mind. Her mother rarely changed her mind, even for her father.

She caught sight of Beau continually glancing down at the speedometer. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” Beau responded, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Why do you keep checking the speed?”

He gave a nervous laugh. “Well, I promised your mom I wouldn’t go over the speed limit.”

Ruby twisted her body to face him. “That’s how you convinced her to let you pick me up?”

She’d been dying to know what he’d said to convince her headstrong mother. She had hoped to learn when he picked her up but both of her brothers’ had to make sure that Beau knew not to make their sister cry. At ten and seven they were both well on their way to be as apt at defending themselves as she was. Both boys were fiercely protective of their sister, it was sweet, but sometimes they went overboard.

“Yea …” he lifted his hand from the wheel to scratch the back on his neck, better not, he thought, replacing his hand on the steering wheel. “I also had to give her my number, promise to call when we got there, told her where we’re going, she has my mom’s number as well as the number of the place we are going and I have to call her when we leave.”

“Oh. My. God.” Ruby exclaimed slumping forward, her face falling into her hands. Her mother had gone too far. She surely would never live this down at school. “I’m so sorry.” Her words were muffled by her hands.

She had never before felt such embarrassment. She willed the floor beneath her to open up. Bouncing along the paved road sounded so appealing at the moment.

“Relax Ruby, it’s fine.”

Her head snapped up, “really?” The words escaping her mouth a second before she realized that she was in his car; he had agreed to the conditions.

“Yea, I mean my parents nearly lost it when my older sister started dating. It was slightly better when I did, and it took forever for them to allow me to drive by myself.”

She looked at the window, taking in the landscape as it passed by. Large stretches of fields, occasionally dotted with a home or barn. Her eyes widened as he turned down a long dirt lane. “So where are we going?”

“This is my grandparents' property, they let us practice shooting out here. Your mom said I shouldn’t be too upset if you school me.”

Her sun kissed cheeks tinged pink. Of course her mother would brag about her ability. She was usually proud to show off and show any boy up. The girls at school teased her that she’d never get a boyfriend if she insisted on being better than them. Her mother always said any guy worthy of her wouldn’t feel insecure if she outshined them. She was torn, should she give it her all or hold back?

She glanced over at him, could he handle her showing him up? He’d planned this date before speaking to her mother, so maybe he could.

“She did tell me I better have you home in time for your birthday dinner … I’m surprised they let you come out. My parents always insist we stay home on our birthdays.”

“Yeah,” she tucked her hair behind her ear. “They let us pick one thing to do for our birthdays. Plus Papa made his special birthday pancakes that Mama hates. He started making them when I was eight and Galen was three. He wanted something special for breakfast and it just became tradition for all our birthdays.”

- - -

Ruby slowly lowered the shotgun, a small smile playing on her lips as she pulled the noise canceling headphones off. Beau’s excited hoots and hollers filtered in spreading the smile wider.

“Look at you Eagle Eye, I don’t think any of the grandkids ever hit that target with such accuracy.” Beau said, his hazel eyes shining brightly.

Ruby shrugged, “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

Beau stepped closer. “Why do you do that?” He asked carefully removing the safety goggles from her face.

“Do what?” Her mouth suddenly grew dry at how close he was to her.

“Deflect my compliments. You do it at school too.”

“Oh.” She fought the urge to lower her gaze. Would he understand or laugh if she told him the truth? Sometimes it’s tough being good at almost everything and having all eyes on me.

“You don’t have to do that with me.”

She stared up at him in awe, the sincerity on his face clear. For a moment she envisioned the following year walking in the halls with him laughing.

Would she still be there in a year? She pushed the worry away.

She’d deal with it if and when the time came. For now she’d live in the moment, have fun getting to know a guy who liked her and didn’t want her to hide herself.

This might be the best birthday yet.

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The Struggles of a Male Veela - (Part 6 - What A Revelation!)

Louis Weasley x Soulmate!OC

Length: 3926 words

Warnings: soulmate!au, altered ages of next gen, female OC, Hunter Parrish as Louis, mostly about Selene, jEaLoUsY

Part 6 of this series | Masterlist | Part 5

Three weeks after her awkward date with Mari Singh, Selene felt the first sign.

The young woman was mid-conversation with her friends, whilst they all sat at the Slytherin breakfast table. Well, it was less of a conversation and much more like an unnecessarily heated debate. Today’s (debate) topic was the correct pronunciation of the word ‘gala’. Ben Boot, a well-travelled young man, had informed his three closest companions that he’d recently discovered that many Americans pronounced the word as ‘gay-la’, rather than ‘gah-la’. Which was entirely wrong in Selene’s opinion.

Emery took a dramatic breath before she bravely announced that she too pronounced the word as ‘gay-la’. “It sounds right that way!” At her friends sneers, she defended herself, “Well it does to me!”

“Disgusting.”

“Absolutely.”

Emmaline pressed her fist over her eyes, looking away from her sister, “You think you know someone!”

Their friendly razzing of Emery went on for a bit. Eventually though, it faded out as the students needed to finish their breakfasts before they went on to their morning classes.

Glancing across the Great Hall, Emmaline commented, “It looks like lover-boy’s fan-club is getting bigger, huh?” She sent a rather sneaky glance towards Selene, who was chewing on her toast, as she spoke.

“Huh? What club?”

Ben mimed to Selene that she had crumbs clinging to the side of her lip, “Oh, you know! Your boy-toy’s little fans. Oh, no, no, on your left side.”

Successfully ridding herself of the clinging crumbs, Selene’s eyebrows drew into a furrow, “What are you lot on about?”

Emery sniggered, “You’re little Gryffindor, Sel.”

“Huh? You mean Louis?”

“Oh,” Emmaline teased, “So she does know who we’re talking about!”

Selene was a little stunned by their teasing remarks. A part of her understood why her friends must have assumed there to be a romance forming between the two. After all, Selene was not the type of person to immediately latch onto a new friend, especially in the way she had with Louis. Did she become casual acquaintances with people? Yes. Did Selene seek them out, then spend hours talking and laughing with those new acquaintances? No. Like most people, the young girl could be considered a creature of habit. Not seeing much need to branch out, Selene tended to stick with her tried-and-tested friend group. To add a new person into the role of friend meant something to her, growth. But, to her overly hopeful friends all of whom wanted only the absolute best for their friend; this friendship looked more like a potentially blossoming relationship.

And that was the wrong assumption…

“Okay,” She took a sip of her water, before she turned to look at them, “First of all; Louis and I are friends. He is not my ‘lover-boy’.” She ignored Ben’s ‘but you want him to be’. “Second of all, yes I’ve heard about his fan club. They’re… uh, they are…” Selene struggled to find a kind but straight-forward word for ‘a little bit scary, but mainly weird’.

“Creepy? Yes.” Emery answered, blasé. “Like, I would be the first among us to admit that Weasley is super fit.” An uncomfortable ripple raced through Selene’s gut. Briefly, the girl wondered if her monthlies (as her mothers’ called it) were making an appearance earlier than usual this month. “However, I agree that this whole club thing is very weird.”

Ben nodded, “Yeah! I mean, Louis is cute. And yes! I think we all would let him slap our arse, should he so choose to!” Emmaline and Emery both nodded at his words, and Emery even lifted her glass of pumpkin juice in toast. “But, lovey, dearie, sweet love-child-of-mine, just put the school out of its misery, and claim that Adonis as your own!”

Inwardly, her stomach rolled again at his first statement, stopping suddenly once speaking had trailed to a finish. Outwardly, however, Selene cheekily rolled her eyes as if she was amused by Ben’s exasperation on the subject. “Whatever.” She dismissed it all nonchalantly, before standing up from the bench. “Let’s get going, I want to stop by the hospital wing before class. My stomach’s not feeling right today.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Emmaline swiftly rushed her friend out of the Great Hall, the Slytherin girl’s worry-wort nature taking the reins.

There is an old muggle saying, once could be a coincidence but twice suggests a pattern.

The uncomfortable turn of her stomach – the one that had made Selene previously think that she wanted to be sick, or that she had cramps early that month – appeared again. And the sensation appeared as suddenly as it had before…

And, with the holidays approaching, it felt like everyone was getting progressively more excited for the end of term. The entire castle had begun its descent into excitement for the upcoming holidays.

Like in muggle shopping villages and districts, Hogwarts began the festivities almost as soon as the calendar switched from November to December. The corridors were decked out with red and green coloured wreaths and garlands. The house elves worked diligently, silently completing their work in a single night.

Tiny first years had started to gather together with older students. A portion of them prepared gifts and played games for Hanukkah. The students who celebrated Solstice and Yule were already marching across the school’s lawns for items they wanted to use in their altars – this particular group was an interesting mix of muggle-born ideologies of wicca and witches, as well as the magical version of wizardry. Those who celebrated Christmas were doing their best to stock up on papers for wrapping, they were ordering rolls of it by owl ready for their last few Hogsmeade trips before the 25th. Even the professors were getting into the spirit – Professor Longbottom had his singing tulips (which were a rare find of his from a trek across the Scandies in his late twenties) hum seasonal songs whilst he taught.

And as the term wound down, most of the students were gearing up to take the train back down to London. There were a few who were eager to be left (relatively) alone in the quiet castle. Selene happened to be undecided on the subject, tossing up whether she should stay or to go home and celebrate Yule with her busy mothers’.

The Slytherin was mulling it over when she was heading back to the common room. She only had one class left for term, but the textbook she needed was in her dorm. For a moment, she thought about sneakily using the accio charm, but knew it was banned for a good reason – flying objects can be hazardous when not charmed to fly above people after all. She weighed the pros and cons; she’d have more things to do in the castle, more people to talk to, her parents would probably have to work on Yule… Eventually, she decided to stay at Hogwarts for the holiday. When she got to her dorm, she would owl her mothers to let them know.

She turned the corner that lead to the grand staircase, thinking about asking if Ben was going to hang around the castle too this year. Selene had seen that the girls had already packed their trunk to leave, so she didn’t feel a particular need to ask them the same.

Unfortunately, Selene’s next turn into the adjacent corridor had led her to be the sole witness as an older girl (from the year above) slid her claws over the forearm of a familiar-looking blonde boy.

That stomach turn happened again.

Selene swiftly turned around, deciding to walk to the common room the long way. Also, she had suddenly decided to return to her home for the holidays.

Yule celebrations came and went early in her home.

Selene’s mothers were very apologetic when they told Selene that they’d have to work on the day of Yule. Still, the three of them had held a smaller, more intimate celebration a few days before.

The earlier celebration left the young girl to aimlessly wander around her own home on the actual day of Yule. She was bored out of her mind. It was approaching the late morning and Selene had already cracked onto her holiday homework – all part-the-way-done, apart from a Runes essay, which required a lengthy reading of a textbook that she had left behind whilst franticly packing.

The Slytherin had decided she should finally owl the school, to see if they could let her off on the Runes essay, or at the least send over her the textbook. She had made her way up to family attic, where her great-great-grandparents had set up a make-shift aviary for their business owls years ago. Apparently, back then they had run a small mail-order potions business. It was a Morgenstern family rumour that they sold an illegal werewolf suppressant potion, before wolfsbane had even been invented.

Selene’s owl hooted softly to the girl, making its presence known. It sat on rigidly on its perch, a pile of letters and small boxes on a tall table to its immediate left. Selene pet the owl carefully, slipping the bird two treats. Then, she arranged some more water and feed for it before she gathered up all her mail.

“Thank you, Soot!”

The first few letters were Christmas cards from her various muggleborn friends, some including cute non-moving photographs of their families. One had a Father Christmas who was drawn to be surfing on a beach, from her friend whose family spent the holidays in Australia. Another was a sexy version of the red-clad man, the words asking if she’d been ‘naughty’ that year – that one was from Naomi Gardner, who had written in thanks for setting her up with Mari.

Ben had done what he usually did and had written her a lengthy letter. He opened it with a greeting, as well as some well wishes to Selene and her mothers. Then Ben informed her that he had decided to stay at Hogwarts that year (which was usual for Ben, as he kind of hated his extended family, who had a tradition of gathering together this time of year), and that he loved the gift that she’d left for him under the Slytherin common room tree. At that point in the letter, the boy demanded that Selene open the gift he had included. It was a gorgeous goblin-made quilt set in her favourite shade of mauve.

Ben went on in his letter to detail the latest gossip going around the castle, ‘It turns out that wench in the year above, you know the one! The absolute wench Julie McNamara, that swish! She was seen trying to flirt with your mother-missing boy before term ended! I cannot believe the gall of the wench! Everybody knows that he only has eyes for you, I swear!’

Last year, Ben had been gifted with a spelled pen. It automatically censored his cursing. It had been a joke-gift from Emery but ended up being his favourite writing utensil to date. As such, Selene had fitted it with a never-ending ink-well, and Emmaline had spelled it to be impossible to lose.

He went on; ‘Apparently, he had to have his family step in! The wench just wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I’m telling you Selene; everyone said that it was absolutely disgusting! She had to be formally warned away by the professors too. In this day and age!’

Selene felt an unclear anger suddenly rush through her body.

She could easily see how Julie McNamara would make Louis uncomfortable. He was such a lovely guy, but he got awkward when anyone even jokingly flirted with him. In fact, the first time she ever jokingly winked at him, his face went fuchsia for three-and-a-half minutes. Poor Louis! Selene could picture in her mind how her Louis would try to uneasily shift away from her, but…

Her hand released Ben’s letter. It fluttered to the carpeted floor silently.

Oh.

“Oh,” Selene breathed, tears springing to her eyes for no reason. Her thoughts were now cleared like the sky after a storm, “I like him.” That explained so, so much. So much. “Bollocks.”

The week following her realisation, Selene was working on autopilot. She went about her days like nothing was out of the ordinary. Dinner with her mothers, doing her school reading, finishing up the assessments she’d started before… Selene did it all, without a single complaint.

That worried her mothers.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?” Selene looked up from her plate to see her mother, Dorothea, looking at her in concern. “Sorry, did you ask me something?”

The woman shook her head, dark curls bouncing as she did. “No, sweetheart. We just, you know –”

“The point your mother is trying to get to,” Her other mother, Appoline, sent her wife a cheeky glance before her expression melted into a concerned one. “Are you feeling alright, Selene?” At her daughter’s furrowed brows, she went on, “Your mother and I have noticed that you seem to be a little spacey, dear.” Her tanned skin pulled taut around her pursed lips, “Are you having a disagreement with the girls?” Appoline was referring to Emmaline and Emery, as well as Ben.

“No, I…” Selene wasn’t even sure what to say. Her teenaged brain told her to lie to their faces. Letting her parents know too much about her school life, her social life, might lead to a lecture Selene did not want to sit through… Although, “I just realised that I, uh, fancy one of my friends. A lot.” The Slytherin had been stewing in the idea all week and was now desperate to at least speak the words out loud. “I, um, I didn’t realise until, like, last week.” She paused, pushing her vegetables around on her plate, avoiding their surprised eyes. “So… yeah. That’s it really.”

There was a moment of awkward, confused silence.

Clearing her throat, Dorothea spoke to her daughter sincerely. “Is this something you want to discuss with us further, sweetheart?”

Selene mulled over how to answer. Did she want to talk about this? Maybe. Until now, she didn’t realise how pent up she had begun to feel. Did Selene want to open up to her married parents about this, though? Two lesbians (well, one of her mothers is bisexual), who had been monogamously together for longer than ten years? Not really.

The teen smiled awkwardly at her parents, “Actually, I think I want to talk to the girls about it. I might send them an owl, or-” Selene stopped herself, to think on it for a moment longer, “This is probably something I want to say to them in person, though.”

“Okay.” Appoline nodded in understanding, before she tactfully changed their dinner conversation, “So, I was listening to this Korean band yesterday.”

She brought it up with her friends when they were all corralled in the safety of the common room. Selene waited until it was late, as there would be less people around to hear them discuss something so personal. Slipping it into the already flowing conversation, “I realised I fancy Louis.”

All speaking stopped. Ben, who had been using his personal copy of ‘Hogwarts; A History – Volume 24’ to prove a point, loudly snapped it shut. Emery had paused mid-chew, and there was a gummy serpent still hanging from the corner of her parted lips. Emmaline, who was sat next to Selene, stared at her friend in complete shock.

Selene shuffled nervously in her seat, “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Girl, what do you mean–?”

“’Just realised’?” Emery finished her sisters thought, the gummy falling into her lap.

Selene sighed, the sound tinged with embarrassment, “Well… When you lads were making fun of me, saying that ‘of course I liked him’.” The three nodded, knowing the instances she was talking of, “I, uh,” She let out a breath chuckle, “Well, I didn’t know. I thought I only liked Louis as a mate, you know; a friend.” Her head tilted, “I mean, I’ve always been attracted to him,” Her head tilted the other way, “I just did not know that I, uh, you know… fancied him. Like proper fancy, you know?”

Ben’s mouth was agape.

“No. I don’t know.” Emmaline disagreed. “How did you not know?” To Selene’s friends, it was so clear – her feelings had been so transparent to them, so see-through. “You were undressing him with your eyes, for Merlin’s sake!”

“I was not!” Selene argued indignantly.

“Oh, you were too!” Ben argued back. “The two of you are always looking at each other, starry eyed. Frankly, it’s a little sickening. And not in a good way!” He flung his book behind him, leaning closer to Selene. “We told you, as well!”

Emery nodded, “We did!” She viciously bit the head of her now-retrieved gummy serpent, “And,” She paused to quickly chew, “You basically go on study-dates, nearly every bloody day.” Emmaline nodded in agreement with her sister. “Babes, when you said you were going out with Mari, on Halloween, we were so confused!”

Ben sighed, “Ah, that’s right! Ugh, we were convinced that you had been courting Weasley before that.”

Selene scoffed, “Courting him? I barely know him!”

In wizarding society, courting was serious. It was like a person screaming their personal commitment to another in a court of law. There was no way to go even one day without another wizard finding out about the commitment. Firstly, because every child was taught about the process in their first year of education at whatever school they attend. Secondly, every couple entering into courtship had to be witnessed by three other witches or wizards, as a testament to how serious the process is (and also because three is a deeply important number to magic-users). Young witches and wizards could date to their hearts content, but courting meant a true declaration of intent – the intent being marriage or a binding, of course. There had been times where dating had led into courting. And they were also rarely broken, due to the gravity of the whole process.

There would have been no way for Louis to be in a courtship with Selene – her heart ached in joy, at the thought of being in anything with the blonde Gryffindor – without any other person knowing.

Emmaline scoffed back, mocking Selene, “’Barely know him’?” She smacked Selene’s shoulder, “You spend everyday in each other’s presence, you should know everything about each other by now!”

“Well, not everything!”

Emery butt in, “You definitely know enough!”

“What are his sister’s names again?”, Ben challenged her.

“Victoire and Dominique,” Selene answered automatically, before rolling her eyes, “That’s a basic thing to know about another person!”

Emmaline nodded, “Alright then, what are his cousins’ called?” Selene looked away from her, not wanting to see the smug look on her face, “You know them, don’t you?”

“Wow!”

“It’s not private information!” Selene argued with them, “We do go to school with half of them!”

Ben gave her a disbelieving look, “I bet you couldn’t name the collective five cousins that we,” He pointed to himself, then the twins, “Have had at this school.”

“Daisy, Marcus, Kipper, Damien,” Selene struggled with the last one, “I, I want to say Humphrey…”

“Oh, honey…”

One moment she was completely oblivious to these feelings she had, and was living her life perfectly normally, the next moment she’s almost paralyzed – with what she wasn’t completely comfortable in calling fear… but it was an emotion closely related.

Also, there were questions clogging her thoughts now… Should she tell Louis of her feelings for him? Should she leave it be? Most importantly, how is she to act around Louis now?

Her mind shouted many ways not to act – and the dozens of reasons why she shouldn’t act in those ways. But how could she maintain their previous easy camaraderie? That camaraderie, and their ability to instinctively know what the other is thinking, was so comforting before. A small pit of dread pooled in her stomach, at the thought of losing that friendship with Louis.

When this dilemma was brought up to the girls (which again, included Ben), they told her to act as she had before – mainly because they knew she liked him even then, so there shouldn’t be too much acting involved for her.

“So, how were the holidays for you?” Louis had joined Selene at their study table, as usual. He quickly slung his bag off his shoulder, before plopping down onto the wooden chair. “Anything exciting happen?” The Gryffindor leaned over the table to whisper conspiratorially, “Any fights?”

Selene’s pulse spiked at his proximity, but she quickly composed herself to the best of her resting-bitch-faced ability. Once she was normal again, she realised that the question made no sense to her, “Like a physical fight?”

Louis choked trying to hold in his raucous laughter at her question. Although, he was not as successful as he might have had hoped for. Even though the blonde covered his mouth, hushed chortles managed to escape. Louis’s eyes even watered. After a moment, he forced himself to take deep breaths, to compose himself. “Sorry. I forgot you’re an only child.” Selene’s confused look did not fade, “You know, there’s just a certain level of craziness that having siblings brings. Plus, the high tension of the holidays... With my family, there’s more than enough sparks flung about to start a fire.” Louis paused as he remembered, “In fact, two years ago; there was an actual fire.”

Selene’s eyes widened, “No!”

“Yes.” Louis leaned forward again, excitement and humour plain on his sweet face as he remembered the absurdity of the situation, “So the twins-”

Purposely, the Slytherin guessed one name wrong, “Rosie and Fred, right?”

Louis beamed, oblivious to her purposeful mix-up. He was just overjoyed that his mate was putting in effort in remembering his extensive family members. “Roxanne and Fred,” The blonde softly corrected. “Well, they decide one afternoon, that my grandpa Weasley’s Christmas tree was not festive enough.”

The dark-haired girl tilted her head, “Is that your grandfather who is obsessed with muggles?”

“Yes!” Louis did not think he could be grinning more – surely, his face might split in half if he even tried. “So, every year he brings out this ancient fake Christmas tree – it was a gift from my Aunt Hermione’s parents, probably about twenty years ago.” He paused, to duck his head when the librarian glared their way, with her penetrating, evil eyes. Louis waited until she turned back around before he went on, “The twins knew that most trees had lights on them, but grandpa Weasley didn’t… They managed to convince him that he should use candles.”

Selene’s eyes sprung into wide-eyed shock, “They didn’t!” At Louis confirming nod she pressed, “At least he charmed them, right?” The blonde’s face turned mischievous. “No! He forgot?” Her gasps had been quiet enough, but they always had an audience when they were together.

Two first year Hufflepuffs (who had twenty-four textbooks piled between their arms) got to watch firsthand as Selene dissolved into a fit of laughter. It began with a loud snort, which left Selene trying to cover her face. To no avail it seemed, as her giggles were audible all the way from where the first years were lollygagging. One of the Hufflepuffs decided that they way Louis was gazing at her – his eye lit up at her enjoyment, not daring to look away for even one moment – had to be what true love was.

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Anon Request: Dad!Bangtan, your kids play your pets

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, anon ask, anon request, pets, dad!bangtan, my work, dad au, husband au, jin x you, yoongi x you, hoseok x you, namjoon x you, jimin x you, taehyung x you, jungkook x you

Genre: Fluff

Title: A Kid’s Best Friend

KIM SEKOKJIN

“Okay, now remember, you have to be very gentle.” You cautioned, as you watched your daughter sit down, cross legged, on the floor of the living room. 

“I know, mom!” She exclaimed, slightly exasperated, as she watched her father reach into the large cage that filled one corner of the room, and bring out one of the sugar gliders from inside. 

“She’s always careful.” Jin said, as he gently encased the small, furry animal in his hands, and carefully walked over to where your daughter was sitting. He offered you a slight smile before sitting down beside her, holding out his hands, cupped around Odeng, as he said to her, “Okay, just like we practiced. You ready?” 

Your daughter nodded, holding her own smaller hands out beneath her father’s, her eyes sparkling, her mouth held in a line of concentration, as she waited for him to place the sugar glider in her own outstretched palms. 

Slowly, Jin lowered his hands to hers, and opened his fingers, allowed Odeng to settle onto her hands. You smiled as you watched her hold the animal, clearly so excited she could hardly stand it, but being extra careful not to move too quickly or do anything to scare him. She glanced up at her father, now leaning back on his hands and watching the two of them with a small smile on his lips, and she allowed herself a grin as Odeng snuffled around her fingers. “He’s so soft.” 

The baby, perched on your hip, catching sight of the furry creature in his sister’s hands, let out a loud squeal and kicked his legs against you, reaching out with chubby fists toward the sugar glider. Slightly startled, the tiny animal scurried up your daughter’s arm and settled on her shoulder, looking out from beneath her dark hair at the room with wide, shiny eyes, its nose twitching. 

She reached up to lightly stroke its head and back as she looked at her brother, asking curiously, “Mom, can I share with him?” 

You shook your head, as Jin chuckled at his daughter’s question, and then said, “No, baby brother is too little. He’d be too rough with Odeng. So only you can hold him now.” 

“Because I’m gentle and careful?” She asked again, not looking at you as she continued to pet the sugar glider with gentle strokes of her finger. 

“Yes.” Jin said, as he stood, careful not to scare Odeng, as he said, “Now. Do you want to feed him some vegetables?” 

“Yes!” Your daughter exclaimed, grinning up at her father as he went into the kitchen to find something for the sugar glider to eat. 

MIN YOONGI

“Jagi, come here.” 

You heard Yoongi whisper to you from down the hallway, and you sighed, pushing yourself up from the couch as you made your way down the hall toward where he was standing outside your daughter’s bedroom. 

Reaching him, you playfully muttered, “This better be good, Min Yoongi. I just sat down.” 

He grinned at you, briefly, before he motioned toward the cracked door of your daughter’s room and said, “See for yourself.” 

Raising an eyebrow at him, you stepped past him and peeked in through the open doorway, your eyes adjusting momentarily to the darkened atmosphere of the room, before you glanced toward your daughter’s bed. 

Lit up by the soft glow of her nightlight, you saw her sleeping form, slumbering peacefully beneath the blankets, and then you noticed what Yoongi had been losing his mind over. 

Next to your daughter, curled up happily in her arms, her dark head of hair resting on his body, was Holly. 

“Shut up!” You whispered loudly, pulling back just enough to look at Yoongi, your eyes wide, as he raised his eyebrows at you and his lips tilted upward into a smirk, as if to say ‘I told you so.’ 

Taking one more quick glance back through the cracked doorway, you watched the small poodle and your daughter sleep, curled up with one another, both content, before you pulled back again and met your husband’s gaze. “But Holly always cuddles with you after we put her to bed!” 

“Right?” He pulled on your arm, dragging you back toward the living room and away from the sleeping duo, so that you could talk normally and not have to worry about waking them. “I mean, I’m not surprised honestly. Ever since she started to walk and understand things more, Holly has gotten really attached.” 

“Wow.” You sank back down into the couch, your husband sitting beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders as you said, still a little in awe, “I knew they loved each other, but betraying you to cuddle with someone else? That’s low, man.” 

“I mean.” He chuckled slightly, as he pressed a kiss to your head. “I’m a little sad, but I’m sure I’ll get over it, seeing how cute they are.” 

“Guess I’ll just have to be your cuddle buddy from now on.” You glanced up at him, grinning, before pecking him softly on the lips as he pulled you closer against him to rest your head on his shoulder, his arms going around your waist. 

“You’ll do, I guess.” He said, amusement in his voice, as he kissed the top of your head once more. 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Mommy, mommy! Watch this trick we taught Mickey!” 

You heard the twins calling loudly from the living room, and you smiled to yourself, as you wiped your hands on a dishrag, leaving the prep for dinner as you entered the other room to see what they wanted to show you. 

Hobi glanced up as you entered, a box of dog biscuits sitting in his lap, and flashed you his wide grin, as he patted the couch beside him. Sitting down next to him, you tossed your legs over his lap and then turned to the twins, as you asked, “Okay. What did you want me to see?” 

“Daddy taught us how to make Mickey do a trick!” One of your sons said, as he beamed at you, motioning to the small dog sitting on the floor at his feet. 

“Wanna see?” Your other son asked, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet as he waited, a trait he had clearly inherited from his father, who couldn’t hold still even when asked. 

“What’s this trick you taught them?” You glanced over at your husband, and he raised an eyebrow at you, his hands massaging your calves, a look of amusement on his face as he met your gaze. 

“It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.” He said mysteriously, as he grinned at you, before reaching into the box of dog treats and handing one cookie to each twin. “Okay, boys. Show mommy. Just like I taught you.” 

The boys nodded, their faces suddenly serious, as they turned to Mickey, who at the sound and smell of treats, had gotten to his feet, wagging his tail lazily behind him as he looked up at the twins, his mouth open in a large grin, his tongue lolling to one side. 

“They’re pretty serious about this.” You murmured to Hobi under your breath, watching the twins get ready, as you held back a laugh at their expressions of concentration. 

He nodded, and then motioned for you to watch, as one of your sons held out his biscuit and said sternly, “Mickey. Mic Drop.” 

The dog instantly laid down, his focus still on the boy before him, as your son laughed, and patted him on the head, giving him the cookie. The dog took a minute, crunching up the treat, before the other twin stepped forward, and pointing his free fingers like a gun at the shitzu, yelled out, “Pointeu Jojun Chwal-jeung!” 

Mickey quickly rolled over, all four legs up in the air, and held the pose, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth, as he waited for his treat and praise. 

“Good boy!” Your other son said, as he rubbed the dog’s tummy, and Mickey jumped to his feet, rewarded with another biscuit. 

“You taught the dog tricks to the words of your songs?” You asked Hobi, glancing over at him in exasperation. 

“Cool huh?” He nodded, grinning at you, before he gave the twins high fives, ignoring your laugh as you rolled your eyes at them, happily congratulating each other on tricks well done, Mickey bounding around at their feet. 

KIM NAMJOON

Getting out of the car, the baby held on one hip, as you grabbed the diaper bag with your other hand, you addressed the two older girls, as you said, “Now remember. What don’t we do in grandma and grandpa’s house?” 

“Play rough with Rapmon.” Your oldest daughter sighed out, holding her younger sister by the hand as they both excitedly danced in place, wanting to run ahead to see their grandparents. 

“That’s right.” You said sternly, as Joon came around from the other side of the car, his hands filled with suitcases. 

He offered you a smile, his dimples dotting his cheeks, before he crouched down in front of his daughters, pinching both of their cheeks and making them giggle as he said, “You can play with Rapmon. He’s always excited to see you. But just play with him outside, okay?” 

The girls nodded, and he stood up, confident they had understood your admonitions, as he motioned toward the house with his head and said, a smile in his voice, “Now go. I bet grandpa and grandma are dying to see you.” 

You watched your daughters run to the house and push through the front door, as you let out a sigh, adjusting the baby on your hip as you walked beside Joon up the pathway. “Tell me again why we travel with three kids?” 

He laughed, transferring one of the suitcases to his other hand so he could put his arm around your shoulders, kissing your cheek fondly as he said, “Because. We’d be stuck at home with them if we didn’t.” 

“Fair point..” You laughed at his joke, glancing up as the door to the house swung open once again, and your daughters came barreling back into the front yard, Rapmon hot on their heels. 

The girls laughed and chased each other, as the large white american eskimon bounded after them happily, barking and jumping up on them when given the chance. 

“Hey, Eomma. Appa.” You heard Joon say, and you glanced away from the kids to see your husband’s parents in the doorway, smiles on their faces. 

“Let me see this one.” Your mother in law reached out to you, and you gave the baby to her, as she cooed at him and pinched his cheeks, making him giggle as she talked to him in a soft tone. 

Glancing over your shoulder again, you couldn’t help but smile as you watched your daughters throw an old tennis ball to Rapmon, who happily chased it, and then brought it back, dropping it at their feet, just so they could throw it again. 

They had been begging for a dog. Maybe it was time. 

“They love that dog. You should take him back with you.” You turned to look at your father in law, who was standing beside his son, one hand on his shoulder, a grin on his face. 

“I don’t think our apartment has room.” Joon laughed, and winked at you, as you shot him a grin, the girls screaming and Rapmon happily barking in the background. 

PARK JIMIN

You sat on the couch, your son nestled at your side, as he watched, with wide eyes, as his father set down the pet carrier in front of you. 

Jimin smiled over at him, his full lips curved softly, as he moved to unlatch the door of the carrier. “Remember buddy. Kitties don’t like loud noises, So we have to be quiet and gentle okay?” 

You felt your son nod, his hair brushing your arm, as he watched his father finally open the pet carrier, and reach inside, bringing the cat out and into his arms. 

You smiled, watching your husband cuddle the cat to his chest momentarily, brushing his face across its soft head, as it purred and settled into his arms. When your friends had gone out of town, and needed someone to petsit, Jimin had jumped at the chance. You didn’t own any animals of your own because of his allergy, but that wouldn’t stop him from taking advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself. 

“Chim, did you take your allergy pill?” You asked, as he finally looked up at you again, one his hands stroking the cat’s soft ears. 

“Yes, baby.” He rolled his eyes slightly, but in a fond way, because he knew you were just looking out for him. 

“My turn?” Your son asked from beside you, looking between the cat and his father, as he outstretched his arms. 

“Yeah, buddy.” Jimin laughed softly, before bringing the cat over to the couch and carefully lowering the furry animal into his son’s lap. 

The cat instantly snuggled into his lap, as you son carefully began to stroke its back, and then looked up at you with wide eyes as he said, “It’s making a funny noise” 

“That’s called purring.” You said, reaching out your own hand to stroke the soft fur, the rumbling of the cat’s chest loud in the quiet room. “It means he likes you!” 

“Oh!” Your son exclaimed, his attention dropping back to the cat, as he continued to pet down its back in rhythmic strokes. 

“Do you remember what his name is?” Jimin asked, settling into the couch on the other side of your son, watching him with proud eyes as he interacted with the cat. 

“Marshmallow?” Your son hesitantly asked, his fingers pausing only momentarily on the cat’s long white fur. 

“Yes! Good job, buddy.” Jimin praised him, as he ruffled his hair, before glancing over his head at you, a smile spreading across his face as he said slyly, “Baby, look how good he’s doing. Maybe we should get a cat.” 

You laughed. “Don’t push your luck, Park Jimin.” 

KIM TAEHYUNG

You stopped stirring the pot in front of you, readying dinner for the evening, when you heard screaming and laughing coming down the hallway from your bedroom. 

Sighing, knowing something was going on that maybe shouldn’t be, you wiped off your hands and headed down the hall, entering your bedroom amidst sounds of chaos as you called out, “What is happening in here?” 

Pausing in their activities to look at you, your daughter and son, huge smiles on their faces, laughter still evident in their voices, yelled out, “We’re jumping on the bed?” 

“Oh, are you?” You leaned against the doorway, surveying the scene before you, hands on your hips, as your gaze went to your husband, also crouched on your bed, and only looking slightly guilty as you asked, “And did daddy say you could do that?” 

“Yeah!” Your son yelled, throwing himself into the air and flopping down onto his back, as his sister followed suit, giggling as she began to bounce around the large mattress again. 

“And Tan is jumping too!” Your daughter screamed, breaking into laughter as the small dog, who you hadn’t noticed until now, leapt after her, trying to playfully nip at her ankles as she bounded around the bed in circles. 

“Babe.” You said over the kids yelling and Tan’s happy barking, shooting Tae a warning glare as he came to his feet and crossed the room to you. 

“Babe.” He repeated, coming to stand behind you, his arms going around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your neck. 

“What possessed you to let them do this?” You asked in annoyance, watching as the kid’s continued to trample around the bed, running into each other and bouncing and flopping down, as Tan chased after them, barking and yipping and bounding, a ball of fluff in motion. 

“Come on, babe. We’re just having fun. You should join us. Try it. Have fun.” Tae teased in a low voice in your ear, nipping your earlobe slightly and making you jump. 

“Okay. Fine. But you’re the one who has to make the bed after this.” You wagged a finger at him, before turning back to the kids, ignoring the triumphant grin that spread across his face at your words. 

“Okay, move over. Mommy’s coming on the bed too.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

“Guys, come here! I brought you a surprise!” 

You looked up from playing with the younger of your two sons on the living room floor at the sound of your husband’s voice echoing into the apartment, your older son instantly forsaking his toys and running over to his father, throwing his arms around his legs as he asked excitedly, “What is it, daddy? What’s the surprise?” 

You smiled to yourself, turning your attention back to the toddler sitting beside you. You already knew what the “Surprise” was that Jungkook had brought for the boys. 

“Well.” He crouched down in front of your son, tousling his dark hair, a childlike grin on his face as he said, “Grandpa and grandma are out of town. So they asked if Gureum could stay with us. Is that okay with you?” 

“Gureum gets to stay here? And sleep over? And play with us?” Your son could barely contain his excitement, as he bounced on his feet, his father reaching back through the open door way to pull a pet carrier into sight. 

“Yes!” He laughed, opening the carrier, as the small, older dog walked out, his tall wagging in lazy circles, as he surveyed the apartment. 

“Yay!” Your son was instantly down on his knees in front of his father’s childhood dog, petting his silky head, as he kissed his nose and said, “Gureum! You get to stay here and play with me! Come on!” 

Standing up, your son ran down the hallway toward his bedroom, the dog following after him at a slightly slower pace, tail still wagging in a even fashion. 

Jungkook threw himself onto the couch, lying on his stomach, as he let out a long sigh. You glanced over at him and offered him a smile, as you said, “Your surprise went over well.” 

“Yeah, I thought it would.” He grinned at you, and reached out with one hand to squeeze his younger son’s cheek, who was too busy building a block tower to notice the dog or his father. 

“Daddy!” You heard your younger son call from down the hallway. 

“Yeah, buddy?” 

“Can Gureum sleep in my bed while he’s here?” 

He glanced over at you, one eyebrow raised, as if in question, and when you nodded, he called back to his son, “Mom says yes.” 

You heard a loud whoop come from down the hallway, and you both laughed at your son’s excitement. 

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

She’s My Collar pt. 3

Trigger warning: Mentions of domestic abuse

“It’s been 3 days Riv. You’re gonna have to talk to me about what the fuck happened the other day.” Tommy says standing on my balcony smoking a cigarette.

How do I even begin to explain myself though? I swipe his pack of cigarettes off the railing and light one taking a drag. Tommy raises an eyebrow at my actions, but otherwise is non reactive to the nasty habit I’ve picked up and quit for what felt like a million times.

“I’ve known Kevin most of my life.” I start, my voice already beginning to shake. “He is a few years older than me and worked on my grandparent’s farm and I was head over heels for him. Like I used to follow him around as he cleaned the barns level in love because he was always so kind and sweet to me.”

Tommy just nods his head along and I continue.

“We got married right after I graduated high school and that was when he stopped being so sweet. He found he preferred cuddling a bottle of vodka at night a lot more than he liked cuddling up with me. Then, instead of hitting the bottles, he hit me.”

Tommy’s hand curls into a fist at his side and he blows hard out of his nose. “Go on” he says and I can tell he’s working on keeping his cool.

“When I found out I was pregnant the beatings stopped for a little bit. He, um, seemed really happy for a while and I really thought this was what we needed to be happy again. Boy was I wrong.” I hadn’t even realized tears were streaming down my face until I felt them hitting my trembling hands in my lap.

“He came home one night drunker than I had ever seen him and meaner than he had any right to be and just let loose on me. A neighbor heard me screaming thank god and called the cops or I might have died that night along with our baby. We come from a pretty small town so there wasn’t much help for me to leave him, most people thought it wasn’t their business. About a month later I took every last dime I had, all the clothes I could carry, and left my ring and the life I had under ‘Rebecca’ there and came to L.A.. That was about a year ago.”

I looked down to see Tommy had silently slipped his hands into mine as I was recounting the story that I had hoped to never have to explain to anybody. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“I promise you Riv, I will kill him if he so much as looks at you again.” I’m soon crushed against Tommy’s chest in a tight hug and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t the safest I had ever felt in the last year. Hell, the last few years.

“Thank you Tommy, but I don’t want you boys to get caught in the crossfire.”

“What else will you do then?” He asks quietly.

“Probably pack up and move elsewhere. Somewhere he can’t find me.”

“No.” Tommy says standing straight up. “No you can’t leave Riv we just started being friends.” He paces back and forth on the small balcony while lighting another cigarette.

“You guys are on your way to doing big shit T-Bone. I can’t get in the way of that.”

“That’s even more of a reason to let the guys and I protect you?” He says as if it’s obvious. “Besides, you’re our photographer. Who else is going to capture all the nudity on camera?”

“You know for a second there you weren’t a gross pig.” I try to not mirror Tommy’s face splitting grin, but I’m not that strong.

“Atta girl.” He bounces up and walks in my house as if he lives there and calls behind him “Come on let’s go to the diner for pancakes. My treat.” I didn’t question how he earned the money to pay this time. I knew it was rarely legal.

I double over laughing in the booth for nearly the tenth time at another story of the stupid shit Tommy has done. We’re the same age, but I can’t help but feel inferior in the life I’ve lived. Besides packing up and moving out of town to come to L.A. on a whim, I haven’t done anything exciting. Tommy has had enough experiences for two lives.

“So anyway Nikki comes up with the genius idea to stick our dicks in breakfast burritos to cover up any scent that we had just fucked these other chicks. Cause like our girlfriends couldn’t know right?” He pauses to sip his Coke and pours the rest of his Jack shooter into my coffee.

“Tommy Lee!” I scold in a hushed whisper.

“Let me finish my story. So anyway me, Sixx, and Vinnie are basically fucking these burritos in the back of my van at the ass crack of dawn to all go home to our girlfriends because Vince wanted to fuck a bride to be at her bachelorette party.” Tommy stuffs more pancakes into his shit eating grin.

“Tommy you guys are insane. How the hell am I friends with you lunatics? Mick is the least insane one and he’s hardly around.” I laugh sipping my spiked coffee wincing only a tiny bit at the burn of the whiskey.

“You just haven’t known Mick long enough. He gets crazy too.” He wags his eyebrows at me suggestively “And you get to capture those moments on film”

“Oh lucky me.” I feign excitement and he tosses a sugar packet hitting me in the face. The walk back to the apartment from the diner is filled with just as many laughs as our meal was and my cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling. Tommy has one arm slung around my shoulder while his other swings at his side besides when he takes a puff of his cigarette. Tommy is everything my parents would’ve hated to see me hanging around with, let alone being as close with him as we are now. He had long dark hair, wore make up, and the only real work ethic he had was put into his drumming (that’s not to say he didn’t have work ethic they just wouldn’t have seen it that way).

“Ya wanna know something Riv?” Tommy asks looking everywhere that isn’t at me.

“I wanna know everything at all times.” I joke and he hip checks me lightly. A grin spreads across his face and I wonder if his cheeks hurt like mine from smiling so much.

“You have huge eyes.” He says finally.

I stop in my tracks and stare at him mouth agape.

“Tommy Lee are you making fun of me?!” I shriek and he’s double over laughing at my expression.

“I’m kidding! Well kinda.” I shove at him lightly and begin to walk away, but his hand in mine stops me from leaving him to laugh on his own and we resume walking together to the apartment this time hand in hand.

“What I was actually gonna say was-” Tommy’s grip on my hand tightens and a scary look casts over his features.

I follow his line of sight to see Kevin speaking to the landlord that lived on the floor level. It looked like he hadn’t noticed us yet and I wanted to keep things that way. I tug Tommy’s hand trying to pull him up the stairs to our floor out of his line of sight.

“Oh am I interrupting date night?” I hear behind me. Busted.

“Kevin. Not now.” I hiss not wanting to draw any attention to us.

“I’m sorry did I your HUSBAND interrupt your date with your new fuck buddy?” Kevin raises his voice.

“I’m only going to tell you once dude, don’t fucking talk to her like that.” Tommy growls out between grit teeth.

“Hey nobody tells me how to talk to my fucking wife.” Kevin steps closer. Tommy doesn’t step back being that it’s hard to be intimidated by a man at least six inches shorter than you. “She left you bro. Get the fuck over it and move on.” Tommy had somehow maneuvered me behind him and positioned himself in front of me. Kevin clearly didn’t take kindly to that.

“Listen, dick head, I’m not leaving without my fucking wife. You can find someone new to fuck in a city like this. I guarantee she isn’t the only whore”

And that’s when I hear it, the sound of a fist connecting with a face and teeth clanking together. Tommy is on Kevin before I even have time to full process that a punch was thrown. Tommy had the element of surprise and uses that to his advantage to land a few good punches to Kevin’s face. Kevin’s foot connects with Tommy’s gut and gives him the opportunity to get up and land a few punches of his own.

“Guys please stop!” I’m shouting trying to get them off each other without getting hit. I know there’s nothing I can do physically so I do the only thing I can think of doing. And I scream for Nikki.

Nikki is pulling Tommy off of Kevin who looks worse for wear than I had ever seen him. Kevin’s lip is busted, he’s got a black eye forming, and there is blood coming from both a cut on the top of his nose and from his nose in general. Tommy has a small cut on his cheek, also what looks like a black eye coming, and is bleeding from somewhere inside his mouth because he spits blood on Kevin. Kevin charges at him again, but is knocked on his ass by Nikki kicking him square in the gut.

“Enough!” Nikki screams and a small part of me is scared by the sound.

I don’t bother to make sure Kevin is okay before I follow the boys up to our floor. I race into my own apartment to grab some painkillers, a washcloth,  and a bag of frozen peas for Tommy. When I get into their apartment I see Tommy downing some whiskey from the bottle and he tries to smile at me and winces. I gently pluck the bottle from his hand and set it on the counter next to him. I run the washcloth under water and begin to clean the blood off his face. He hisses as I dab at the cut on his cheek and lip trying to be gentle so I don’t make the bleeding start again.

“Hey River, could you maybe not try to get my drummer killed?” Nikki jokes knocking back some of the whiskey. Tears well up in my eyes despite me knowing there’s no malice behind his words.

“I’m so sorry Tommy.” I sob tears cascading down my face.

“Hey, hey shhh” Tommy tries to console me by hugging me to him. “These things, they happen. Hang out with Sixx and I long enough and you’ll be bailing us out of jail in no time.”

“Fuck I’m surprised you haven’t already.” Nikki pipes up.

“This is all my fault if you wouldn’t have tried to stick up for me you wouldn’t have gotten hit.”

“I swung first.” He chuckles rubbing my back.

“Atta boy!” Nikki bellows and we all have a good laugh at that. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could sure use a fucking shot.” Tommy tosses back two painkillers and washes them down with a swig of whiskey offering the bottle to me.

“Fuck it.” I shrug and down two big gulps and pass the bottle to Nikki. He’s clapping me on the back while I hold the frozen peas to Tommy’s eye and pretend I can’t feel Tommy’s thumb rub tiny circles on my thigh where I’m standing between his legs. And I pretend the warmth I feel is from the alcohol and not because of the way he looks at me.

[serendipitykpop]

your boyfriend is who?

Pairing: kim jongin x reader

Summary: “My boyfriend is Kim Jongin.”

“We’re here.”

“Yay, we’re here.” You repeated after Jongin, but less enthusiastic than when he said it. He looked over to you, and couldn’t help but laugh. You looked even more lifeless than when you left the house.

“Do you really not want to be here?”

“Doesn’t my face already tell you I don’t?” You questioned, pointing at the prominent frown etched on your face. He shook his head, and giggled, which made you sigh. “Ah, then I have to do better to show it.”

You patted your cheek to make yourself look more miserable. Jongin rolled his eyes, and brushed your hand away to replace it with his own. He pinched your cheek, and pulled it out. You let out a groan of protest.

“Jongin.”

“You’re visiting your family after a whole year, aren’t you at least happy to see them?”

“I am, but what I’m not happy about is seeing that one particular person.”

His eyes softened. He understood where you were coming, and how you felt as you’ve told him countless stories about this person.

“That’s why I came along, and am here with you. Hopefully, I can make this visit a little more tolerable.”

Placing a hand over your heart, you sucked in a breath, and bit your lip. “You are the light of my life. Thank you for being so sweet in my time of need.”

Jongin couldn’t contain his giggling at your dramatic acting. Meanwhile, you couldn’t stop making him laugh just to see that precious smile of his.

“All right. It’s time to head inside before they question what we’re doing in the car for so long.” He reached over to give your hand a squeeze. You let out a whine as you threw your head back onto the headrest.

“Can’t we stay in here for five more minutes?”

“Nope.” He poked your cheek before taking off his seatbelt, and getting out of the car. You sighed. You knew there was no way you could get out of this now. It was already too late. You unbuckle your seatbelt, and followed after him. As you looked up at your grandparents’ house, where you spent much of your youth, you were supposed to be filled with nostalgia. But it was only dread that filled your being. 

Jongin came around the car to your side, and offered his hand. A smile finally came to your face as you ran to him, locking your fingers together. As if giving you good luck, he brought your hand up to his lips, and kissed your knuckles. He peered into your eyes as he spoke.

“If it gets too much for you, let me know and we’ll leave right away.”

“Then, can we-”

“Y/N.”

You nervously laughed, and waved it off. “I was joking!”

From the look on his face, there was no tricking him. He knew you too well. You groaned, and nodded.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

As you walked up the driveway to enter through the garage, two people came into view. Your face brightened when you saw your parents waving and beaming at the sight of you two.

“Mama, papa!” You let go of Jongin’s hand to run into their arms. It had been a while since you last saw them.

“Y/N, Jongin!”

“It’s good to see you again, Mr and Mrs L/N.”

“You as well, Jongin.”

“Hon, I’m surprised you two came,” Your mother mentioned after the both of them greeted you and Jongin with hugs.

“I’m surprised too honestly,” You scoffed, amusing everyone. Your parents knew how you felt when coming to these events, and they were beyond pleased that you attempted to come this time.

You and your parents caught up on how life was going. From how hectic work was to your future plans. It was just a thought, but you were pretty sure your parents were already planning your entire wedding. After all, there was no other person better than him for you. That was why they were cheering for the both of you to stay together forever.

“Ah, Y/N! Your grandmother has been asking, and waiting for you kids to arrive. Hurry inside, and say your hellos.”

You chuckled, and shook your head. “We all know the person she really wants to see is Jongin. The same can be said about you and papa too!”

She patted you on the shoulder. “I’m glad you know the truth now, hon.”

“Mama, you’re not very discreet in hiding your favoritism towards Jongin. You make it to obvious to not notice.”

“Whoops.” She grinned, not even denying it. Great to know your mother loved him more than her own child.

“Ah, Jongin. Can I get your help before you go in? Y/N, you can go ahead.” Your father stopped you. The two of you shared a look as his face filled with guilt. You let go of his hand, and nodded towards your father.

“I’ll be fine. Go.”

Just before you walked away, Jongin grabbed hold of your wrist. He pulled you to him, and whispered into your ear.

“I’ll be there in a bit. Try not to fight anyone.”

“I make no promises.”

“Try your hardest, love bug.”

“We’ll see!”

You pecked his cheek, then ran away before he could say anything more. He giggled, and shook his head at how you scurried away.

When you walked inside, you were greeted with the loud chaos in the house. You groaned, and kicked your shoes off to the side. You could already feel yourself getting tired.

You could hear your uncles’ yelling about the soccer game all the way from the basement, mostly like drunk already. Your aunts occupied the dining room with their gossiping and bottles of wine. Your younger cousins running up and down the walls, yelling just as loud as their fathers downstairs. Then, your older cousins were sprawled all over the living room, sticking to their phones. 

Your eyes traveled to the window where your grandmother sat in her rocking chair. Her face lit up at the sight of your arrival, and there was no hiding that smile of hers. She quickly beckoned you over, instantly engulfing you in a hug once you were near.

“You’re finally here.”

You smiled, burying your face into her shoulder. It had been too long since you’ve seen her last. There was much to catch up. She sat you down, and the two of you talked for a while about your life. Especially about your relationship with Jongin.

“Oh, you’ve finally got yourself a boyfriend? I must say I’m impressed.”

There it was. The annoying voice you didn’t want to hear as it soiled the good mood around you and your grandmother. You pushed yourself up, and faced your cousin with much annoyance. You crossed your arms, and sighed.

“Ella.”

“Y/N.” She mimicked your stance, staring back at you with a confident smirk plastered on her lips.

Out of all your cousins, she was the most annoying. She was known to challenge you every time you met, even when you were young kids. She always showed off her life, always having to one up you on everything. You could never talk about your achievements without her interjecting about what she did to pass you. She just had to brag about everything, and how better at life she was than you.

“Why is it any of your business whether or not I have a boyfriend?”

She scowled. “I was just saying that it was impressive you managed to get one. No need to get so defensive.”

You rolled your eyes.

“But you know. He couldn’t possibly live up to my boyfriend.” Ella purposely said over her shoulders to draw in your other cousins’ attention. They were already watching once they saw the drama, but you let it be. She smirked.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. Here, let me show you a picture of him.”

She opened her phone, and showed you her lock screen. When you saw who it was, you almost choked on your spit.

Her wicked smirk widened as she boasted about her boyfriend. “That’s right. He’s quite the looker, isn’t he?”

You stared at the lock screen in disbelief, then to her and back at the phone.

“I - I don’t know what to say.” Really, you didn’t know what to say. 

She hummed in content, having claimed her victory. She hugged the phone to her chest, and let out a dreamy sigh.

“I know. You’re jealous of me, aren’t you? See, I didn’t tell you until now because I wanted to see this reaction of yours.”

As Ella went on and on about how great he was, and how jealous you should be because of her. She thought she had won this time, thinking you didn’t know who it was on her phone. Little did she know though.

“His name is Kim Jongin, you see. He treats me right, and sweeps me off my feet all the time! Surprises me with flowers, pampers me in so much love and kisses. Oh, he is so dreamy!” She squealed.

“Uh huh.”

“Jealous now, huh?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I just think it’s funny because my boyfriend is Kim Jongin too.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, and she clenched her teeth. “Don’t mock me.”

“I”m not.”

She clicked her tongue. “So, where is this boyfriend of yours? I want to see him. I bet he’s trash compared to my boy.”

“Ah, well he’s-”

“Sorry, I took so long, Y/N.”

“Jongin, hey.” Your eyes softened, looking at him over your shoulder. Jongin’s face brightened upon seeing you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, and kissed your cheek, nuzzling his nose against it.

“Hey, you.”

“K-K-Kim J-J-J-Jon-Jongin!” Her voice cracked as she pointed at him.

“Eh, is this Ella?” His attention was finally averted away from you.

“Yup, this is her.”

Her finger stayed pointed at you mid air as she stared mortified at what she was seeing. You smirked, leaning your head to the side.

“So what was it you were saying about my boyfriend, Ella?”