#i just want to squeeze his lil dumpling cheeks

[alabasterpickles]

I shared these on Instagram so I’m going to share them here too — a few of my favorite sketches from a Rise of Gru/Despicable Me sketchdump I’ve done over the last couple weeks

I’m trying to get back in the groove of posting unpolished traditional work

[sicjimin]

TW : slight emeto, mpreg

Yoongi groans as he spits out dangling saliva from his lips. He sniffles, watching the murky liquid below him that was his dinner. He rests his head on the seat, not caring about how dirty and gross it is. He's just- tired. He's so done with morning sickness. This one is his second day of puking his guts out on ungodly hours- 4 AM. It's not about the time since he's used to still awake at that time daily too, but what he did at that time, and puking his dinner up is not something he wants to do at 4 AM.

Yoong slides his hand under Seokjin's hoodie that's engulfed his little body, rubbing it on his slightly swell tummy, hoping that the warmth of his hand could make his little baby there calm down.

He bites his lips as he feel his stomach rolling. Bringing a constant wave of nausea.

His nose scrunches as he feels something warm coming up. He swallowed it back. "Please calm down sweetheart," Yoongi whimpers, hoping that his baby there listens to him and stops tossing and turning.

Yoongi didn't know how long he has been dazing off in there, until suddenly a bright light blaring the whole room. He squints, lifting his head up.

"Yoongichi?", Seokjin trudge in. Kneeling himself beside his boyfriend that looks so small in his hoodie. His heart clenched at how pale and exhausted the latter is.

" How long have you been here?", Seokjin asks gently brushing a strand of his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"Dunno ..", Yoongi mumbled, shifting his position to the older chest and nuzzling into his crook. Its comfortable. " this is bullshit, i'm tired", he adds. His voice has become so thick with nausea.

Seokjin chuckles lightly pressing his chin against Yoongi's forehead. "I'm sorry baby"

"Mhm, as you should. You are the one who makes me like this", Yoongi grunts.

The elder giggles lightly as he runs his hand through his lover's dark curls, stealing a peck on the latter lips, immediately gaining a light slap.

"But i have no regrets though, you look cute all pouty like this. and with your lil bump, and how your cheeks just-", he squeezed Yoongi's cheeks, causing the younger groans and swatted his hand away, "fluffy. like a dumpling. You're cute"

Seokjin grin when he sees Yoongi's cheeks redden in instant. Yoongi was not a shy type but this hormone wack on pregnancy got him moodier and, easy to tease. Seokjin loves that, how the younger cheeks easily blushed even though he just placed a kiss of murmuring soft words. Its adorable.

"You're ridiculous", Yoongi grunts, lips forming a pout. "Rub my tummy. Maybe your baby will stop making me nauseous"

A huge grin stretches on Seokjin's face, as he does exactly what Yoongi told him to. "At your command, your Highness"

They stay like that for quite times, a yawn occasionally seeping through Seokjin's. It was calming at first, but apparently it didn't work that well though. The only result was more nausea for Yoongi as time goes by.

"Fuck ..", Yoongi groans as he shifts, pulling himself away and facing the bowl again.

" You're gonna throw up again?", Seokjin asked concerned, moving a stray bangs away from Yoongi's face, placing his head on the younger shoulder as he wrapped him in his arms. Yoongi shakes his head and pulls away half-heartedly, "Hyung .. stop .. i really don't feel well", he grunts in a pout. Again. Seokjin resists himself to kiss the pout away.

Seokjin retreats, this time he runs his hand on Yoongi's back, occasionally massaging his nape when Yoongi's body lurched forward, followed by a stream of beige liquid slipping from his mouth.

Seokjin winces at the loud sound of liquid hitting the water, " You are doing great, Yoongichi"

"I'm sick of it..", he groaned before he heaves another bout of vomit. Again.

Yoongi lets out an annoyed huff as he wipes the remaining vomit on his lips. He sits back with a heavy sigh and rubs his face.

"Are you done?" Seokjin asks. Yoongi nods, turns towards him and hiding his face on the older crooks again, "For now. But i still feel so queasy hyung", he mutters. Seokjin smiles as he feels Yoongi's lips mouthed on his skin.

Seokjin reached out to flushes the toilet, " Lets get you back in bed, okay? How does chamomile tea sounds?"

He heard an affirmative grunt from Yoongi and he helps him up and walk slowly towards their bedroom. They both got ready and made their way towards their shared bed.

As soon as they reach bed, Yoongi immediately throws himself onto the mattress and cuddle into the middle of the bed. He burrows his face in the pillow and closes his eyes tight, letting out a deep breath.

He feels the other laying beside him and feels Seokjin running fingers soothingly up and down his spine. Yoongi let out a soft whimper, turning around slowly and burying his face on Seokjin's chest. He lets out a soft sigh.

Yoongi's grip tightened around the blanket. " Hyung. why this nausea won't leave me." he mumbles.

" It'll be okay sweetheart, its alright. Let me make your chamomile tea and then we sleep again", Seokjin whispers, running a hand through Yoongi's dark locks, placing a soft peck on his temple before he retreats to the kitchen.

Yoongi doesn't move but he does listen as Seokjin steps leaving the room. He lets out another whine as he rolls onto his side and clutches onto the blankets.

His breathing gets heavier as his stomach churns again. He feels his eyelids drooping.

" Yoongichi", Seokjin says softly, walking over to where the boy lays on the bed. He places the tray with steaming hot chamomile tea on the bedside table.

Yoongi turns and opens his eyes sleepily. He looks so peaceful as he's snuggled deep in Seokjin's pillow. His hair falling beautifully on his forehead. His cheekbones are high. His plump pink lips were pursed in a thin line. Seokjin can't help but coo.

He leans down and presses another kiss on his nose causing the younger to frown. "Hey". He mumbles. " I brought you some chamomile tea"

Yoongi nods slowly, sitting up, reaching out to grab hold of the drink and sips carefully. The liquid goes down smoothly and settles warmly on his belly.

After drinking the entire cup and swallowing it, he lies back down, resting his head on Seokjin's chest.

"I hope i won't throw this tea back up in few hours", Yoongi mutters sleepily. His eyelids feel heavy and heavy.

Seokjin laughs and caresses his hair once more, smiling brightly, " Me too baby. Im sorry, but you'll be fine, dont worry". Seokjin kisses his forehead. " Now go sleep". Seokjin pats him in the tummy.

"Okay."

[effeminateboyninja]

♡ dating team 10 hcs ♡

Choji

has been crushing on you forever is but is nervous to ask you out. What if you only like him as a friend? :( eventually Shikamaru convinces him to go for it and he figures why not? If Shikamaru says it’ll work then it just might

buys you flowers and asks you on a proper date like a total gentlemen. and you’re like, finally??

takes you out for AMAZING dinners at least weekly and will not let you pay the bill (his love language is gift-giving I just know it)

i saw another person hc that he would call you ‘dumpling’ and just, YES HE WOULD, that's so cute pls

loves innocent intimacy like holding hands or washing each others hair

absoluuuutey loves when you cook for him. It doesn’t matter if you’re a world class chef or can barely make grilled cheese, he will down every bite. he just thinks its so domestic and sweet of you

always bringing you your favourite snacks when you’re at work, he loves seeing the way your face lights up when he walks in unexpectedly

THE BEST CUDDLER. Choji’s cuddles would literally feel like home, don’t @ me on this

can’t get enough of you in his t-shirts, you just look so small and precious. He even sends you home with a couple that smell like him

he’s so nervous to kiss you he thinks about it a thousand times before one night you guys are leaving your usual date spot and he’s looking at you under the streetlights and you just look so damn cute

“can I kiss you?” and you don’t even answer because you’ve been waiting for him to ask for weeks, you just take his adorable, plump cheeks in your hands and place your lips on his softly and you can feel him smile against your mouth

Shikamaru

he was not expecting to fall for you. he’s got other stuff going on, okay?

but one day he’s watching the clouds and all he can think about is how the only thing that could make it more perfect would be if you were laying beside him and he knows he’s in deep

and it’s a distraction really, so he just gets it over with and thank god you feel the same way cause that sure would’ve been a drag

but it’s the furthest thing from it and suddenly this notoriously lazy man is getting up early to meet you for breakfast and he can’t believe it himself

don’t get your hope too high though, he still much prefers an afternoon watching the clouds with you or spending a night in with his head on your lap while you watch movies

speaking of his head in your lap, PLAY WITH HIS HAIR! he will pretend to be annoyed at first but will melt under your fingers

pretty soon he’s asking shyly for you to play with his hair all the time (he’ll deny it adamantly to anyone who asks though)

cuddle positions don’t matter as long as you two can fall asleep comfortably. A nap date true romance for this man

loves your mind, will brag to anyone who’ll listen that he’s got the smartest girlfriend in Konoha

your first kiss is kinda hot and heavy ngl

you two are in a heated debate and he can’t keep his eyes off your lips as you’re absolutely destroying him in the argument. he’s not even hearing your words anymore at this point so he just leans in and shuts you up

“does this mean I win?” he rolls his eyes and kisses you again, softly this time “yes, I concede"

Ino

she’s a natural flirt, so at first you’re not sure if she’s interested or it’s just her bubbly personality

but she really does care about you, and she wants you to know it. so she asks you out with a grand gesture in front of all your friends and there’s no doubt in your mind that you’re the only one for her

literally Konoha’s new power couple overnight, step aside Naruto and Hinata

loves to have fun with you, you guys go out dancing together almost every weekend

but her favourite part is when you guys leave together at the end of the night, tired and holding one another up the whole way home so you can gently wipe off the other’s makeup and fall asleep together

remembers all your silly lil anniversaries and brings you your favourite flowers for every single one

loves holding your pinky when you’re walking together

always nearby you in public, hand on your waist. it’s not that she’s possessive, she just loves showing you off

literally so quick to swerve anyone who’s interested in her, like, “hey” “sorry I’m taken”

i feel like she’s a big spoon, don’t ask me why. she won’t say no to little spoon though

your first kiss takes place after a romantic date, you’re sitting across the table from one another and she just leans forward to softly touch her lips to yours and it feels like you two are the only ones in the room

Asuma

knows you have feelings for him as soon as you catch them, he’s just perceptive that way.

he lets you know he feels the same with his actions, he just doesn’t make a move right away. he enjoys the pre-relationship banter and tension

then one day he finally asks you to make it official, “who are we kidding at this point?” and you’re relationship feels so natural like he’s actually your best friend

knows all the best spots in Konoha and takes you to them often

expect to be scooped up in his big arms and just squeezed every now and then, this man doesn’t do half-assed hugs

doesn’t get jealous at all. in fact he thinks it’s kinda funny when other people flirt with you, he knows he got a good one

probably the most supportive partner out there, he doesn’t hesitate to tell you how proud you make him and how much he loves you

secretly loves when you get on his ass about smoking too much, it shows you care (he won’t quit though)

big spoon! He’s a protective lover and he likes how small you feel wrapped in his strong arms

your first kiss feels like you’ve shared thousands before. it’s like your lips were made for each other

Asuma is a kissing GOD I just know

[babbushka]

G prompt with my sweet southern teddy bear Clyde. Thanks! 💕

Thank you for requesting this dear anon! I hope you enjoy it :) 

Word count: 1500 

Warnings: none

Sunday mornings were usuallypretty lazy for you and Clyde. After having a long Friday and Saturday at thebar, your man tended to want nothing more than to hang around the house, movingas smooth and slow as molasses. Occasionally though, he got a spark of energy,and would wake you up early with kisses all over any exposed skin that peekedout from under the covers, asking if you’d like to go on some small adventurewith him. You always said yes, eager to do anything with your big teddy bear ofa husband.

Today’s particular adventure wasin the form of the Boone County Farmer’s Market, and it bein’ the first Sundayof the month, they were making a great big deal about themselves. Clyde hadseen the fliers, all sorts of fresh fruits and vegetables were for sale, but sowere other things, like art and jewelry and books. You had agreed, and the twoof you drove down to the park where the market was set up, walking down the grassylanes arm in arm.

It was chilly out, the effects ofwinter still hanging around the air. Still, people were out and enjoyingthemselves.

“I’ve never seen the market thisbusy.” You remarked, happy to see all the small local vendors having a line ofat least three or four people waiting to look in their little stand to surveytheir goods.

“Looks like them fliers do apretty good job.” Clyde responded with a smile.

There were people of all ages atthe market; from elderly folks admiring handmade quilts, all the way down tolittle kids enjoying small apple dumplings and running around in the grass. Themarket had more stands today than you remembered, and you were already mentallychecking off which ones you wanted to revisit on your way back to the car.

“Anything striking your fancy?” Youasked Clyde with a soft smile, who was deep in thought, as always.

“Yeah actually,” He said, lookingdown at you with a hint of an idea behind his eyes, “I was thinkin’ about maybestockin’ some smaller name brews in the bar. Give folks the option to drinksomethin’ a lil more local.”

“I think that’s a great idea!” Youexclaimed, making him grin. Clyde always had great ideas, sometimes he justneeded a little encouragement, and you were always happy to provide that forhim when he was feeling doubtful. “Why don’t you go talk to those nice fellas,and I’ll pick up some veggies for dinner?”

There was a booth for one of themore well known craft breweries in the area. Like with the other tents, therewere people milling around the place, happily taking an excuse to drink beer atnine in the morning. The folks at the booth were friendly looking and young,and Clyde immediately felt a bit anxious at the thought of going over byhimself.

“Aw sweetheart do ya have’ta leaveme?” He asked, tightening his grip subconsciously on your arm.

“I won’t be long, I promise.” Youkissed his cheek, “Besides, I can’t have you being distracted by me while you’retrying to do business.”

You made a good point – if youwere there he’d probably wind up starin’ at your pretty smile the whole time.

“Alright.” Clyde relentedfinally, kissing you chastely before releasing your arm. “Can you make sure toget a lot of carrots?” He asked, hopeful. He loved carrots and he knew thatthey had to have been a good deal bein’ at the market, or at least better thanthe Grocery Castle’s prices.

“Anything for you honey.” You nodded,before giving his gloved hand a reassuring squeeze and walking down to theproduce tents.

Clyde watched you go for a littlewhile, until he couldn’t see you anymore. Once you were officially out of hisline of sight, he took a deep breath of courage and approached the brewerytent.

“G’mornin’ Clyde!” One of the menat the table greeted him with a happy wave. The other man was busy with bottlingup some orders, but he too greeted Clyde from the back of the tent.

Clyde didn’t realize it from faraway, but knew the one who was at the table. Jack always came into Duck Tape onWednesday nights with his work buddies as a way to drink something other thanhis own brand. He was respectful, and always good for conversation, even aboutthe littlest things. Clyde liked him a lot actually, he was a vet too after havingserved in the Air Force. The two got along well.

“Morning Jack, hey Billy. Businessgoin’ well?” Clyde asked with a smile.

“You bet! Care for a sample?” Jackoffered him a red plastic cup about half full with dark beer.

“Yes please.” Clyde gratefullytook the cup in his good hand, bringing it up to his lips. He was pleasantlysurprised to discover that it was just as good as he had hoped, warming him fromthe inside as he drank, and he said as much. “Damn, this stuff’s pretty good.”

“You think so?” Jack asked withwide eyes. “That means the world comin’ from you.”

Jack had often talked aboutexpanding the brand to have his own bar, but the money just wasn’t there yet asit was still pretty small. He and Clyde talked at length about what it was likerunning such an establishment, and Jack had always looked up to Clyde –somethin’ that didn’t happen very often.

“I was thinkin’ about offeringsome more locally made drinks at the bar, was wondering if maybe y’all would beinterested in being the first name on the menu.” He said, and he could tell bythe look on both the young men’s faces that they were more than willing topartner up.

You found Clyde wandering around,looking for you not too much later. You admired him from afar, he always lookedgood but something about being out in the fresh air, even bundled up in hisjacket as he was, made you want to climb him like a tree. The way his sweet assfit perfectly into his jeans? You were a goner.

“Hey there handsome.” You said, biglinen tote bags slung over your shoulders with all sorts of fun goodies fromthe stands.

You saw Clyde was holding somethingin his good hand, a beautiful bouquet of a half-dozen lilies. They looked likethey had just bloomed, bright and creamy white.

“These are for you.” He said,taking the heavy tote bags from you and carrying them himself so you only hadto hold the flowers.

“For me?” You grinned, smellingthem. Oh how you loved the smell of fresh flowers. “Thank you honey, they’rebeautiful.” You pursed your lips, asking for a kiss, and smiled against hislips when he eagerly obliged.

“You deserve all the beautifulthings.” He said shyly, offering you his metal arm. You happily wound your ownaround it, sticking close to your man as you two made your way down the grassylanes back to the car.

“That’s why I’m with you.” Younodded in agreement.

After all these years, he stilldidn’t take compliments very well, and burned bright red at your sweet words.

“Baby you’re makin’ me blush.” Hemumbled, grateful for his baseball cap to shield his face from any onlookers.

“I love when you blush.” You pointedout, thinking how handsome he looked.

You never in your life would haveimagined that the incredible Clyde Logan would one day be your man, that you’dbe hangin’ off his arm for the whole town to see how in love you were. Younever dreamed that he’d buy you flowers and kiss you sweetly – he was tooperfect to think he could ever be yours. 

Yet on days like this, walking armin arm with him, his gentlemanly self insisting on carrying the bags, it wasnever more real. He was so kind, and so funny in his dry kind of way, and bigand tall and strong and muscular…

“What are you thinkin’ about?” Clydeasked with an amused smile. It wasn’t often that he was the one to ask thatquestion, usually you were vocal about all your thoughts and feelings.

“Nothin’.” It was your turn toblush, embarrassed that you’d been caught.

“(Y/N) I know that look in yereye.” Clyde teased, bumping his hip into your side and making you laugh. “Goahead and say exactly what’s on yer mind right now.”

“I want to go home, put thisproduce away, and then get you naked so I can ride those big strong hips ofyours.” You said with a bit of a laugh when his face went bright red, clearlythat hadn’t been what he was expecting.

“Oh.” He stopped walking, right in the middle of the lane, peoplemoving around the two of you like water around a stone. He blinked, immediatelyconsumed with need.

“Sometimes I forget how big youare, how sturdy.” You said, making him swallow hard.

“We gotta go right now.” Hedeclared, taking your hand and pulling you in the direction of the car.

“You’re the one who asked!” You laughed.

He didn’t give you any time to tease him more onceyou got in the car, kissing you long and hard before speedinghome, eager to spend the rest of his Sunday in bed with you. 

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[kirbykwan-blog]

You look at me and smell the tangerine (Verkwan)

Verkwan AU

Sadness/fluff/Chubby Seungkwan

This was my first fic, be gentle with me

(Unedited, originally posted on AO3)

It was dark, and the smell of Seungkwan was still there, on his pillowcase. He loved the way Seungkwan smelled, his hair of sweet citrus and his skin of fresh vanilla. Everything about Seungkwan was sweet, his scent, his smile, his personality.. even his laugh. That's one of the reasons Hansol loved to be around him. Boo Seungkwan had been his best friend for three years now, and he wouldn't ask for anyone else to take his space. Seungkwan was a good listener, and always listened to what Hansol had to say, even if he didn't know much about the subject in the first place.

Hansol would give anything up for Seungkwan, he just wanted to keep his best friend safe. He crawled out of bed groggily, rubbing his eyes and letting out a soft yawn. It was already 8:46am, so he knew that Kwannie was already at work. Hansol admired how hard Seungkwan worked, never getting to work late at all. He worked as a music teacher at the local primary school, and the kids absolutely adored him! Hansol adored him too.

Hansol picked up his phone and sent out a message to Seungkwan, just the basic and simple 'Good morning lil dumpling! have a wonderful day!'. He texted Seungkwan goodmorning every morning, he had since they had first become friends. Seungkwan would always giggle at him, telling him that he didn't need to put effort into that every single day. He thought it was plain silly, but Hansol on the other hand, never stopped.

Hansol got dressed the way he did every day, padding out to the kitchen to get breakfast, his smile growing larger at the little stickies his best friend had left all over the small apartment kitchen. Vernon forgot things a lot, so Seungkwan would write a small note to him on a sticky and place it right where he could see it. Some of them said things like, 'Pack a bottle of water and stay hydrated!' or 'Please eat a banana, you need potassium, the bananas will go bad otherwise.' All were embellished with small doodles of whatever had been on his mind. Little clouds and stars littered the small neon notes, keeping the words company.

He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet, turning the sink on to fill the container to the brim with water, just like Seungkwan had said to do. He also grabbed one of the slowly browning bananas from the countertop before heading out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. It was chilly outside, and he really hoped that Seungkwan remembered his jacket before he had left that morning. Despite the fluff on the boys body, Seungkwan still managed to get cold very easily. Not long into their friendship, Hansol had noticed his hoodies and pullovers all went missing. It didn't take him long to find out the culprit had been the tangerine boy himself, snatching all his warm items up because he 'thought they were comfy' and because 'they smelled like apples'. Vernon had no idea why Seungkwan thought he smelled of apples, but he didn't mind the compliment.

He trekked down the street to his office building, smiling brightly at the primary school when he walked by. He waved at the building as if Seungkwan could really see it, which he knew was impossible. He was busy singing little nursery rhymes to the children, laughing as they sang along in their sweet young voices. Thinking about that made Hansol think about Seungkwans' smile, like a perfect crescent. Hansol stopped in his tracks, just to daydream about Seungkwans smile. The way his whole face lit up made Hansols heart sing, his eyes reduced to small bright slivers every time his lips turned up into his perfect bunny smile. Everything about Boo Seungkwan made Hansol so so warm inside.

Hansol began walking again, thoughts of seungkwans smile in his mind. He pushed open the door to his office building, the man at the front desk looking quite concerned. "Mr. Chwe, hello. Its nice to see you so happy today!" he spoke with a small smile.

Hansol returned the smile, "Its an absolutely wonderful day, a bit cold though. Wear a jacket if you choose to go outside, Soonyoung!"

The man at the desk smiled his big smile some more and began to type onto his computer again as Hansol was walking away.

Hansol walked into the elevator and hummed softly to himself, deciding to text Seungkwan that he had gotten to work safely. It was a simple text with a small smiley emoticon tacked onto the end, the one that he found himself only using in his texts to Seungkwan. That's only because Seungkwan made him happy, and he wanted his best friend to know it.

The elevator dinged and let him off, and Hansol pushed his cellphone back into his hind pocket, making his way down the long hallway to his own personal office. Hansols' job wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, in fact it was actually quite boring to say the least. He just sat in his little brightly lit office and answered phonecalls, occasionally even sending out emails. He sat down in the navy blue spinning chair and came face to face with the photo on his desk.

He smiled at the memory, the photo just he and Seungkwan in the middle of New York together. He had brought Seungkwan with him on his trip last year, and it was absolute art to see his squishy little face light up at all of the sights. Of course it was just another big city, but it was the first big city they had ever been to together.

The photo was just a selfie of the two of them standing in Times Square, a smile on both of their faces. Seungkwan was looking up at all the lights, but Hansol seemed to be looking right at Seungkwan. When the boy had asked why he was staring at him, he rolled his eyes and said he was just looking at a Pidgeon in that general direction.

Anyone who knew Hansol knew that it was a lie, but Seungkwan believed it, so he wasn't worried. That was one of the best memories of he and Seungkwan, but it wasn't the only thing Seungkwan related in his office. He had stickies everywhere, just like the ones at home, except they were all white instead of neon 'to fit with the workplace aesthetic' he had said.

Sometimes Seungkwan would come and visit him while he was working and leave silly little motivational notes, or just inside jokes, there was even a sticky that just had a picture of a butt on it. They were all scattered around his office, and he had been told if he took them down he would have his head shaved in the middle of the night.

Hansol would never take them down anyway. They brought color to the office, metaphorically of course. He just worked now, smiling to himself, eating some of his half browned banana while he sent out all of his important emails and doodled on MS Paint, falling asleep an hour or so into the day.

He woke up soon after snoozing, working the rest of the day with no complaints. He finished off his last phonecall and his last MS paint drawing of a cat before getting his things together to go home. After he had taken his short nap, the day went by in grey, he didn't even want to take a lunch break.

Hansol skulked out of the office building, not bothering to say a goodbye to Soonyoung as he started on his way home. Something caught his eye as he was walking, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Across the street was a little cart selling different colors of carnations, and what kind of person would Hansol be if he didn't buy one of those for his best friend?

He carefully made his way across the street, purchasing a dozen pink ones from the boy at the stand who flashed him an angelic smile, he thanked the gardener politely before resuming his walk home. By now the sky was darkening, and all the streetlights were on. Hansol remembered a lot of things, like how once he took a stroll with Seungkwan on this very street once, at this time of evening.

They held hands, Seungkwan wrapped up tight in Vernons coat, snow fluttering softly to the ground. Little flakes danced in the wind as if they were trained to do so, some landing on seungkwans pink nose and cheeks, some even settling down atop his eyelashes. He remembered the conversation they had.

"Noni.. Why is it so cold. Why did you bring me out here in the cold. I'm not a fan of the cold, nor am I a fan of you at this very moment!" Seungkwan had asked in a huff, his face contorted into a pout that looked more cute than actually upsetting in any way.

Vernon had rolled his eyes, squeezing his hand tighter. "I thought maybe if I took someone as warm hearted as you out here, all the snow would melt and spring would come. I suppose I mistook you for someone else, though, because you're just as bitter as the wind."

It had been that point that Seungkwan had demanded they go inside, and Hansol happily obliged, making his friend the warmest hot chocolate he could, trying but failing to make it as sweet as the boy himself.

Vernon was so lost in thought, he almost missed his turn. Almost. He took a left across the road and continued walking until his feet hit the grass. This isn't where he meant to go, but its where his feet were leading him. He almost didn't realize what he was doing until he took a seat in the grass. "Hi, How are you?" He didn't wait for a response before speaking again, "I brought you these flowers, the carnations are your favorites right? And also this." He slid off his jacket, wrapping it around Seungkwan comfortingly. "Its a bit cold, you really should wear a jacket out here you know."

He looked at seungkwans face, the boy smiling back at him like he always did. He reached up and ran his fingertips across the glass of the picture frame, he would have to replace it soon. "I'm just glad it isn't snowing yet, although I'm sure your heart will keep you warm. With you spring is always here. Did you get my goodmorning text by the way? I really hope you did.."

His voice wasn't as bright anymore, not now. "I thought about you all day. I know you wouldn't want me to cry over you, and I swear I don't mean to.." Hansol sniffed softly. "I really love you. I love you so much that sometimes it keeps me up at night. I wish I would have told you that more, I wish I would have bought you more flowers."

He trailed off, standing up, he gently placed the flowers and half the banana onto the ground as if they were glass. As if they were fragile.

Hansol felt so fragile.

He wrapped the coat tighter around the headstone that read the worst name it could, Boo Seungkwan. "Thank you for listening. You always listen. Goodnight, Seungkwan. I hope you rest well.. Please enjoy your flowers."

And with that, Hansol turned away from the headstone littered with dozens of flowers and most of Hansols hoodies and pullovers. Seungkwan had always said that they were comfy and smelled like apples. He never understood how he smelled like apples, but he took the compliment anyways.

He made his way back to their apartment, trudging up the stairs to the place he called home. He numbly walked past the couch where they had shared their first kiss. He walked into the bathroom, where he had first told Seungkwan he was beautiful, even though he had a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his hair was all wet. Hansol took a quick shower, getting out almost as soon as he had gotten in. He wasn't worried about that now.

He walked into their bedroom, slipping on some clothes, eyeballing the stickies on the bedroom mirror that said bright things such as 'you look great today' or 'I like that shirt!' all kept company by the usual little doodles on them. The notes were like little doodles of clouds and stars on the empty home, little neon pieces of company for Hansol. They kept him going somehow.

He let out a sigh before sitting on his bed, attaching his phone to its charger. He rested his head on the pillows and let out a choked sob, it was dark, and the smell of Seungkwan was still there, on his pillowcase. He loved the way Seungkwan smelled.

END

[jinkisbelly]

Queasy

Elllllo, here’s a modernish take on omegaverse, I wanted to explore the softer side, without the smut and stuff, uh It’s omegaverse so mm mpreg and other stuff that goes with it????? also mentions of puking? I don’t know if that’s a problem for some but u h

Rating: Pg, it’s fluff mostly. 

pairing: onkey 

w/c: about 2k

While they’re waiting for their flight to visit Kibum’s parents Jinki feels nauseous, and Kibum is prepared. 

The gate they were waiting at was packed. Jinki found the variety of people a little amusing. There were the people in pencil skirts and heels, and the ones in matching jumpsuits. Some looked like their blood was coffee, others were walking zombies, and the few others could be seen visibly waking up as they sipped on their crutch of choice. Jinki pouted a little. He missed coffee a lot more now that he couldn’t have it. Kibum had suggested an early morning flight to his parents so that they had time to relax before having to actually deal with being social. Kibum was quietly scrolling through his twitter feed, softly chuckling every now and again at something amusing, humming when he agreed with another. Jinki found that observing people was a little difficult with the bad taste in your mouth and nausea flooding his senses.

He laid back in his seat, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to try and make the queasiness fade a little. All it did was cause him to catch the scent of the airport employee’s strong as hell perfume, and his nose scrunched unpleasantly. He turned to Kibum with a pout on his face, laying his chin on the man’s shoulder. “Bummie, I’m nauseous.”

Kibum reached over to grab the hand on his thigh, rubbing the back of Jinki’s hand with his thumb as he asked, “How bad is it?”

“On a scale of Lil to puke central, I’m at a strong gagging level.”

With a deep frown on his face, Kibum reached over into his carry on. He moved his hand around for a moment before he pulled out a pack of saltine crackers. He held them out to Jinki with a soft smile, “These should help a little.”

“Kibum~” He softened, his emotions getting the better of him slightly. Not only had he remembered to bring him saltines, they were the one brand that always seemed to work. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“That wasn’t my intention.” Kibum wrapped his arm around Jinki and kissed his hair. “We still have 30 minutes until we start boarding. Lay down Baby.”

After a little shifting Jinki was able to lay his head on Kibum’s thigh and bring his legs up onto the line of chairs. He gently nibbled on a cracker as Kibum moved his fingers through his hair. Jinki’s eyes fluttered a little at the soothing gesture. He just hoped that the smelly airport employee stayed as far away from him as possible until he boarded the plane.

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Kibum let Jinki board the plane first, walking a step behind him as he found their seat numbers that were printed on the tickets held in his hand. Once they found them Jinki took the window seat as Kibum put their carry on’s up. Usually, they would take turns getting the window seat. One would get it the way there and the other on the way back, but with Jinki’s uncomfortableness by touching at all recently Kibum gave his turn up to make sure he didn’t get brushed by someone going up and down the aisle. Once finished he slipped into his seat and pressed a kiss to Jinki’s cheek. “Feel any better?”

“A little.” Jinki pushed his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, palm over his tummy. “Our lil nugget is being good.”  

Jinki looked out the window at the rain pelting the wing of the plane as Kibum observed the last few people moving through the aisle to their seats. When that got boring he leaned his head on Jinki’s shoulder and curled his arm around Jinki’s to tug it closer. “I’m sleepy.”

“We’ll get to nap when we land right?”

“As long as we keep our nugget a secret, we’ll be free until dinner.”

“I’m stuck between wanting everyone to know,” Jinki softly said as he leaned his head against Kibum’s gently. “And wanting to keep it to ourselves until we leave because I don’t wanna be squished.”

Kibum patted Jinki’s hands that were still in his hoodie pouch. “If they try they’ll have to go through me. I won’t let them make you uncomfy.”

Jinki hummed gratefully as his eyes fluttered close. “How do you feel about in air naps?”

“It’ll ruin the naps in the big water bed at my parents’.”

The other was silent for a moment before he hummed, “That’s true. Must stay awake.”

“Hopefully it doesn’t get you sick.”

Jinki pouted deeply with a quiet whine, “Why did you have to think of that?”

“Heh, my bad.” Jinki just grumbled until the flight attendants began their pre-flight protocols.

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Half way through their flight Kibum was reading the book he brought with him and Jinki was entertaining himself with finding shapes in the clouds just outside his window. He was debating if a particular cloud looked more like a flamingo or a banana when the gross smell hit his nose. He wiggled a little in his seat and brought the hoodie over his nose so that his eyes and hair were the only things seen from the mass of fabric. Kibum glanced over at the extra movement and a little laugh left his lips at the sight. Jinki turned toward him, “You okay there Love?”

“Smelly person,” Jinki said in the cutest little voice. “Me Queasy.”

“Oh Baby, C’mere.” The book was closed and slid into the small backpack at his feet as he wrapped the other arm around Jinki, kissing his hair.

“Bad smells,” Jinki made a disgusted noise and nuzzled into Kibum as much as he could with the armrest between them. “I wanna land.”

“Only two more hours.” An almost too quiet of a whine left Jinki’s lips and Kibum chuckled as he kissed his hair. “I know Baby, I know.”

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When they finally landed Kibum’s older brother was waiting for them. Jinki smiled fondly as his mate ran to his brother, both alphas colliding in a mess of limbs as rushed words of excitement. Jinki slowly pulled their carry on behind him as he made his way over. Kibum’s brother’s eyes landed on Jinki with a smile. “Hey Jinki.”

“It’s good to see you Kwangsu.” The smile on his face fell as the man hugged him. He looked at Kibum uncomfortably as he awkwardly put his arms around Kwangsu.

“Let’s get going,” Kibum said, causing his brother to remove himself from Jinki, “We’ve been looking forward to napping in the guest room all flight.”

“Ah, right, sorry. C’mon.” He flashed a smile as he took the luggage from Jinki. Kibum fell back to wrap an arm around Jinki’s shoulders.

Jinki was about to say he could pull his own damn luggage, but Kibum was squeezing his shoulder and quietly saying, “ It’s a pride thing.”

With a reluctant sigh, he settled for being snuggled. His mood changed the moment he was climbing into that water bed, arms open for Kibum who was locking the door and kicking off his pants.

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Kibum had been right when he said they would be free until dinner. They weren’t bothered at all until the food was about finished and someone was sent to knock on their door. If the smell of dumplings hadn’t reached his nose, Jinki would have been completely content staying in that room of silence wrapped up in Kibum’s entire being, but food and his grumbling stomach called. He carefully moved to the edge of the bed. Napping without feeling sick had been a success, but he didn’t want to push his luck by moving too much on the jiggly bed.  He was slipping on his pants when Kibum came around to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be helping my Mom with the last few things. Join us when you’re ready Baby.”

“I just have to find my sock.” Which was harder than he anticipated. He found it under the comforter than had fallen off the end of the bed about ten minutes later. Once it was secure on his foot he shuffled out. He found Kibum sitting on the other side of the table and quickly made his way over there.

His hand was gently squeezed after he had slid into his seat. “I was about to come look for you.”

“My sock wanted to play an unplanned game of hide-n-seek.” Jinki’s tummy grumbled when the rolls were brought into the room, causing Kibum and the other members of the family around the table to laugh. Jinki blushed, embarrassed. “Sorry. I haven’t eaten since the tiny pretzels on the plane.”

“It’s perfectly alright son,” Kibum’s father softly said with a laugh, “The hungrier the better I always say.”

“That’s a good motto for my cooking if I do say so myself,” Kibum’s mother smiles wide as she directed Kwangsu to set the bird on the table in the middle. “Dinner’s served!”

Kibum pulled off a leg of the turkey and softly laid it on Jinki’s plate as the man worked on getting a piece of that gorgeous bread into his mouth. Jinki lost track of the conversation as he focused on eating. He was moving to get more corn when the volume of the voices around him skyrocketed. He looked around bewildered, mid motion of bringing the corn over. It took him a moment to make everything not so murky sounding. “Congratulations! That’s amazing.” Kibum’s mother happily squealed.

Jinki looked over at Kibum, eyes wide and confused. The Alpha looked positively flustered and guilty. “It slipped, I’m sorry.”

“Wha-”

“I knew there was something different about you,” His mother continued, cutting Jinki off. “I wish you had told me sooner I would have gotten special tea for you.”

So many questions were thrown his way and it all got very muddy and overstimulating. Kibum’s father was touching his hand. The gesture was probably meant to be supportive and comforting, but all it did was make him want to curl into a ball. “Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.”

Kibum followed him with his gaze like a hawk on a mouse and was quick to grab his mother’s wrist when she moved to hug Jinki as he walked past her. She sat back down bewildered and aghast at his actions. “What was that for?”

“Jinki doesn’t feel comfortable with a lot of touching right now.” He answered after the bathroom door clicked close. “So if you wouldn’t mind holding off on the physical support it would mean a lot.”

“Understood.” Kibum relaxed against the back of his chair as his family resumed eating. He gazed around the corner for any sign of Jinki when his mother’s voice brought back his attention. “Oh Goodness! This means we can go shopping at the boutiques tomorrow. They have the cutest baby things.”

“We only found out a couple weeks ago,” Kibum stressed, “We really don’t need to look into buying anything extra right now.”

“Nonsense.” She shook her head with her words, “It’s never too early to buy things for the baby. I bought a lot of things each day I found out I was pregnant.”

Kibum groaned. “I get to come right?”

“Oh darling no!” She answered with a tone of concern. “Those boutiques are no place for an Alpha.”

He really missed the more open society of Jinki’s reservation, the place he now called home. Jinki finally returned just before he was about to go to see if anything was wrong. Still, Kibum leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Everything okay?”

Jinki smiled over at him, but Kibum could see how uncomfortable and taken off guard he was feeling. “Just felt a little sick is all.”

Kibum didn’t buy it one bit, but his family seemed to. “Oh, morning sickness is the worst. I had it so badly with my dear Kibummie.”

“Ma~” He whined. When Jinki softly laughed, it was genuine. He leaned over and pressed a long kiss to the man’s cheek, and whispered, “I love you.”

Jinki smiled softly at him and squeezed his knee under the table. “I love you too.”

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