rousemeincke6

[bumblydumbly]

thinking about how denji said, “every woman ive ever met has tried to kill me” and how he said “everyone wants chainsaw man’s heart, what about denjis” and how we have yet to see denjis pov outside of school but we know that hes heartbreakingly alone like hes never been before bc even if nayuta lives with him the fun and joyful life he risked his life for (the life they built together) is gone

[angel-noaxod]

Okay I can't get this out of my head like that inversion shit hurt and I'm writing this while I'm half asleep so bare with me.

You know how most dogs like, whimper, whine, or growl in their sleep? My dog was whimpering earlier, most likely had a nightmare.

After the inversion, Davey says when he closes his eyes, all he sees are shades and people dying so he can't sleep. Ash also has nightmares, and stays up a long time trying to avoid sleep as much as possible.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Davey and Ash whimper in their sleep while having those nightmares, and their mates, Angel and Baabe, do whatever they can to help ease their minds.

Babe talks Asher to sleep in his audio, and I wish Davey or Angel talked about his nightmares in an audio too so I'm creating my own senario. Davey, one night after the inversion, starts whimpering in his sleep. Angel wakes up and takes in the state of their distressed mate. They never heard this whimpers. I mean of course they heard the good versions, you know the pleasure whimpers and the whimpers Davey makes in his wolf form when Angel is petting his head and scratching his ears.

I was listening to this ong by Taylor Swift, it's called Safe and Sound. It got me picturing Angel helping Davey sleep every night by singing this song to him. I hc that Angel was in choir, they sing all the time, and what's even better is that Davey asks them to sing whenever he has a bad day or just wants to hear them talk/sing/ basically hear them.

And now I'm imagining Davey being cradled by Angel, his head on their shoulder while they're both laying down on their bed, Davey's arm is by Angel's side, his face buried in their chest, Angel has one arm petting his hair and the other is rubbing his back very softly. Davey just had a breakdown after the nightmare and while sniffling he asks Angel to sing something. They ask "What do you wanna hear?", he says "anything". Angel goes "wonderfully specific," and that causes Davey to break a little smile.

Angel starts singing Safe and Sound, getting through the whole song two times. When they finish, they can hear Davey's even breathing, his soft snores, and they feel his body finally relax.

*ugly cries again*

[odd-birds-and-booksellers]

We’re Not Promised Tomorrow

Grey’s fans look away, I have something coming for you latley. My second try at writing for upstead and I haven’t really got into their characters but it’s an attempt you know. So here’s my take on that 8x03 promo. Fingers crossed we’re finally getting upstead. 

Nothing was ever easy, not with him, every time she’d she managed to build up the courage to tell him how she felt something always got in the way. Something always made her question her feelings, question if that was the right thing to do. She wasn’t usually one for trouble, she didn’t want to complicate anything, plus she rarely found a connection worth fighting for and yet here she was considering turning down a job most cops dream of, for something...someone she didn’t even have yet. 

Jay had been cagey since Platt had handed over the first package, Hailey had noticed the way his whole body tensed as she’d mumbled an explanation. It had been a fight to even get him to the pub like they both knew they’d have to talk and he just wasn’t ready to hear what she wanted to say. 

They kept the conversation light even though every time their eyes meet you could see the lingering question between them. They both tried to push it aside as they take their seats making jokes about today’s case, both desperately trying to cling to the way they usually are, but it’s impossible. They’re not themselves and they can’t pretend to be and Hailey hates it because she needs him, she needs them, she needs their relationship to still be what it always has been no matter what happens. 

“So what did they offer you?” He broaches it first and Hailey finds herself releasing a breath she hadn’t even noticed she'd been holding in as she swirls her drink around the glass. To be honest it was a good offer, maybe even more than what she thought she deserved. If only the FBI knew everything about her past it wouldn’t be so good. It’s an offer she could only have dreamed about five years ago, one she would’ve jumped at the chance at. She loved Chicago but five years ago Hailey would’ve been happy to run for the hills, as far away as possible from the memories buried deep here. 

Still, she can’t fight the smile that creeps on to her face as she announces what she was offered. “Joint Level Task Force.” She's proud of how far she’s come. Though her smile soon fades as she watches him give an impressed nod, forcing a smile that matches hers but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. She just wants him to be normal, to tease her about wearing suits and moving to the dark side, but he doesn't say anything, instead, he turns his attention down to his phone as he downs the last of his drink. 

He wastes no time, mumbling an excuse about needing to drop something off at Will's before it’s too late as he throws a couple of bills down on the table. 

“You could tell me you don’t want me to take it?” She mutters, and she knows he's surprised by her candor, they’d always danced around it, both knew exactly what was going but neither one was brave enough to do something about it...before now anyway. They’d both been burnt too many times in the past and the idea of losing each other weighed too heavily on their hearts. 

He sighs, clutching his jacket tighter in his hands as he hovers close to her. “I can’t tell you to stay Hailey. If I ask you to stay and you do...you’ll be doing it for the wrong reasons.” 

Hailey turns her gaze away from his watching people happily chatting away together. She tries to ignore the way her skin burns when he places his hand on her arm that's laid out against the table. “If you stay because you feel obligated to and not because you want to you’ll regret it one day.”

She’s annoyed because here she is risking it all and she just needs him to meet her halfway. He’ll take all these risks, take more bullets than anyone she’s ever met and yet he won’t just risk it all for her. 

“If it was the other way around what would you tell me? You’d tell me to do what’s best for me.” He smiles squeezing her arm, his eyes are pleading with her to see reason, to agree with him but Hailey can't seem to find the energy to pretend with him, what would be the point he's already seen the disappointment in her eyes as they flick down to the table. “So you can’t ask me to ask you to stay...I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gives her one last squeeze before he pushes past her and she loses him in the crowd. 

She should go home, she should leave it before they make more of mess and she ends up saying something she'll regret but Hailey can't escape the feeling that time is running out, that they're gonna miss their window. 

“I’d tell you I’m in love with you.” Her voice broke out across the cold night air, he wasn’t aware she’d followed him out the pub and out into the cold evening. His hand was frozen on the car door handle as he stopped in his tracks.

“What?” Jay whirls around, stark look at his face as his eyes fall to Hailey, she standing a few feet away from him, a fiery burn in her eyes and he knows he's in trouble. 

She sighs looking around the empty car park before taking a step closer to him. “That’s what I’d say if you had an offer...” She swallows before moving even closer, Jay still frozen in the spot, words failing him as he looks down at her.  “I’d tell you that I’m in love with you and I have been for a while now. That's what I wanted to tell you in the hospital after you got shot and I chickened out.” Hailey lets out a dry laugh as her eyes water slightly and Jay resists the urge to reach out and hold her. Hailey rarely cries, she bottles it up they both do, she knows how to keep it in until she's alone which is why it's breaking his heart to watch her now when all he wants to do is wipe that look off her face. “Every day I’m terrified you’re gonna get yourself shot for the 100th time and I’m never gonna get the chance to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

Jay groans grabbing hold of her pulls her closer, all resistance disappearing in a split second, one arm wrapping around her waist because he really can’t argue with her when she’s saying everything he’s wanted to hear since she’d left for New York. “You don’t play fair.” He mutters pressing his forehead against hers. 

“This isn’t a game,” Hailey whispers quietly, her cold hands reaching out for them as she hesitantly rubs her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders, they've never been this close before. There's still so much she wants to say but she can barely think when he's this close. “You're right, it's a good opportunity and I really should take it. I want to take it because right now I don’t have a reason to stay.” Jay's breath hitches as her lips ghost over his, her eyes scanning his face for something...anything that tells her this is really what he wants...that she’s what he wants. “I love the unit and I love Chicago, it's home but I could find a new home but I think...I think we might have something worth fighting for but I don’t know because you won’t ever let me all the way in.” She croaks, pressing her hand against his chest so you can feel the way his heart thumps underneath her palm, she’d pleading with him here and she can see the fear in his eyes, that if they do this, if the risk it all they could lose it all. 

He wouldn’t survive losing her. 

And she gets it. She really does. But she'd rather try than never know.

“Don’t just look at me like that, say something.” Hailey groans, pulling his face down to hers, forcing him to look at her. 

She lets out a small yelp when he spins them around pinning her to the car, one hand resting against the window beside her head. “I want you. Is that what you want to hear?” Jay grumbles lowly, “I want you to stay, I don’t just want you in Chicago I want you with me all the time Hailey because you are the only person who knows me, actually knows all of me. All the good, bad and ugly. You’re the only one who just accepts me.” He sighs and brings his hands up to cradle her face, wiping away the loan tear that slips down her cheek. His thumb tracing across her lower lip. “I love you.” Their lips ghost over each other, her warm breath fanning his face, as her hands reach out tracing up his shoulders and coming to rest at the nape of the neck. “But I don’t wanna be the guy that holds you back...” 

Hailey just chuckles cupping his face. “Jay you are so stupid you know that right?”

“Gee thanks.”

“You could never hold me back.”

Hailey doesn't waste another moment, she won’t chicken out for a second time as she pulls his face down closing the small space between them, her lips finding his. She melts into him as she feels Jay's arms hold her tighter. 

“I wanna be here with you, why can’t you just hear me when I say that?” Hailey pants breathlessly as they pull apart, a huge smile creeping onto her face as Jay turns his attention to her neck, pressing a row of sweet kisses down the side of it. 

“Stay with me?” His voice is husky and his breath is hot against her neck and she almost wants to laugh at the absurdity of his question, she’s literally putty in his hands she couldn’t go anywhere if she tried. 

“Always.”

Thanks for reading. Let me now what you think and send me some prompts if you have any ideas. 

[marvelmadam08]

Baby Blues 1/?

Summary: Chris and Alex have just brought a bubbly baby boy into the world. Now they have to face the most challenging year of their lives.

Chris Evans x Black Reader, OFC!Alex

Warnings: Childbirth, mentions of death (No actual death), anxiety, swearing, Chris as a new dad FLUFF!

A/N: More of a prologue than anything.

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“Come on, you got this! Just one more!” Chris encouraged

“I can’t!” Alex cried, she knew it was an ugly cry too. She was covered in sweat, muscles she didn’t know she had ached, and she had used every swear word in the book, including a few Romanian ones she learned from Sebastian “I’m fucking tired. I can’t do it anymore.”

“Yes you can baby girl.” He rubbed down Alex’s back “You’re almost there. You’re doing great.”

Two years of dating, two more of marriage and trying to a baby, nine long months of pregnancy and ten longer hours of labor and Alex and Chris were just a strong push away from meeting their son. 

Alex clutched down on Chris’s hand, and took in a huge breath before she pushed again. 

“It’s a boy!” The doctor cheered

Chris looked over to see the wailing newborn and broke out in a smile so wide his cheeks hurt.

“He’s beautiful Al.” he kissed her on top of her head “You did it.”

“Is he okay?” Alex panted 

“He’s perfect.”

“Would you like to cut the cord, Papa?” the nurse asked Chris while handing him a pair of umbilical cord scissors

“Yeah, yeah.” Chris wiped his tears away with the back of his hand before carefully cutting the cord. Once the baby was whisked away to be cleaned, Chris was back to kissing and praising his wife “You were amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely, he’s beautiful, you’re beautiful.”

“I’m a sweaty mess.”

“So I’ll run around the block a few times, we’ll both be sweaty.”

“Congratulations.” the first nurse returned and lowered the fussing bundle into Alex’s arms

“Oh Chris, look at him.” Alex cooed, the baby began to settle a bit, only fussing when exposed to the cold air of the hospital room “Hi sweetie, I’m your momma. He’s just the most beautiful baby ever.”

“He looks like his mom.” Chris slid on the bed next to her

“Oh please, he looks like you. I don’t know why you’re so against naming him after you, a little Christopher Jamal Evans.”

Chris laughed “I think he looks more like a Levi.”

“We can’t name him after jeans.” Alex pouts 

A simple but complicated decision, Alex and Chris went back and forth between names for the last two months. Nothing sounded right to Alex, except for Christopher Evans Jr., and Chris wanted to give the baby his own, independent, name. Or whenever they did come up with a name, the initials would spell something out like “PEE”, “DIE” or “ICE” Now that their baby was here, the choice was even harder than before.

“Benjamin?” Chris tried

“No, Cooper?” Alex scrunched her nose

“Cooper the pooper?” 

“Yeah, that doesn’t work either.” Alex sighed “What is your name baby boy?”

Chris watched Alex gently whisper and rock the newborn “How about Alexander?”

“You wanna name him after me?”

“Yeah, why not?” He suggested “You did most of the work anyways.”

She paused “Alexander... Christopher Evans.” The newborn fussed loudly, Alex smiled “I think he likes it.”

“Okay then,” Chris happily agreed “Alexander Christopher Evans, it is.”

“Great name.” The nurse jotted it down “Oh how cute, his initials spell out Ace.”

Chris and Alex laughed as quietly as possible to keep from disturbing the sleeping newborn.

“It’s better than ‘PEE’.” Alex shifted him gently in her arms “You’re turn to hold him.”

Chris cradled his son close to his chest, tears threatening to fall over again. Alex laid back against her pillow and listen to Chris hum ‘Return to Pooh Corner’, a sleepy smile on her face.

“You’re a Dad now, Chris.”

“And you’re a Mom.” He smiled back at her “Get some rest, we’ll be fine.”

Alex didn’t have to be told twice, once she was comfortable enough sleep over took her, but only for about thirty minutes until she had to feed. Chris stepped out to wake up everyone in his contact list and tell them how Alex and the baby were doing.

“My Mom is gonna come by first thing in the morning.” He whispered “And your parents send their love. They’re already demanding pictures and even said they’ll sign a NDA if it makes us happy.”

The two of them had agreed not to post any baby pics until later on. The two of them weren’t comfortable with letting online trolls give their unwanted opinions on their baby. Especially not after they first came out as a couple. Most comments came from vengeful (alleged) Marvel fans that threatened to boycott Chris’ movies if he didn’t break up with Alex. Others came from Alex’s (former) fans that claimed she didn’t belong to the Black community anymore since she was dating Chris. The last thing they needed were those same hateful, comments under any pictures of their son.

“They can get all the pictures they want.” Alex softly stroked the small hairs on her son’s head

“How are you feeling?” Chris asked 

Alex sighed “Happy- and a little nervous. He’s so small, and fragile. Is it wrong that I wanna stick him in a protective bubble?”

“Of course not baby girl. I feel the same way.” Chris watched in adoration while his wife rocked their son back to sleep. He couldn’t help the small, negative thoughts that popped into his head.

When Alex first told him that she was pregnant his first negative thought was “What if there’s a miscarriage?”. Even with numerous doctor appointments, research and reassurance from his both his wife and therapist, Chris wasn’t able to shake off that fear until seeing his son in the doctor’s arms. But now he was terrified of doing something wrong. “What if he stops breathing at night?” “What if he’s allergic to the baby food we give him and we don’t catch it?” “Am I gonna accidentally drop him? Forget him the backseat of the car on a hot day?” “What if he gets kidnapped?” Chris couldn’t stop the run away train of disasters in his brain.

Alex touched the crease forming on her husband’s brow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think we’re ready for this? Being parents?”

“A bit late to ask that question don’t you think?” Alex hoped her joke would ease Chris’s anxiety “When my mom had me, she relied on her instinct. Then she had my brother, and relied on prior experience. When my brother and his wife had their first kid they relied on the books. And even now, they go on about how much they were blindsided by everything within the first year alone.”

She caressed Chris’s cheek with her free hand. “We got this.”

A soft smile cleared away the frown lines on Chris’s face. The amount of love he had for his wife at this moment couldn’t be put into words. Her ability to find the silver lining in every situation was just one of the reasons Chris fell in love with her in the first place. They pulled each other out of their dark places, comforting each other and erasing any sign of doubt they might’ve had about anything.

He leaned over to give her a soft kiss on the lips “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Alex turned to their, now awake, son. He stared at them with soft brown eyes, his tiny eyebrows scrunched up “And I love you.”

“We both love you, Ace.” Chris tickled his son’s exposed foot

“Ace.” Alex tried out the nickname “Oh no.”

“What?”

“’Ace is the place with the helpful hardware folks’.” she half sang the jingle and giggled

[caprina-mints]

This isn’t really a romantic head cannon but can you write the proxies and slender men seeing y/n running with scissors.

Slenderman :

You were mostly down on the pass few days and you'd only come out if needed and this got him worried. You weren't usually like this bit after your cat died you were down on the dump for the rest of the week. You seemed almost lifeless like a corpse walking around the mansion.

You barely uttered a word and even when he offered to cuddle you would turn him down completely so he decided to give you some time alone.

You had suddenly barged in his office and started rummaging through his desk like he wasn't even there with your hair covering your face .

" Y/n? What are you doing dear? "

No answer. Not even a nod or a hum but instead you pulled out a pair of scissors in his desk and ran away almost immediately.

Now this got him so confused he called his brother Trenderman.

" Brother.... You understand humans more than I do and -"

" It's about y/n isn't it? I understand your concern but you should give her time to heal" Trenderman calmly cut him off while crossing his legs giving his brother a knowing look.

" I am giving her time but. She came here in my office , ignored me then took a pair of scissors and ran away " Slenderman explained and his brother went into silence.

" .... For someone who slowly pushes humans into the peak of insanity you sure are oblivious to your loved one.... What happens if a person is down? They get depressed. When they get depressed they get negative thoughts when they get negative thoughts they get suicidal thou----"

And trenderman did not have the chance to finish when slenderman had disappeared from his sight.

Slenderman felt a wave of distress coiling at his very slender being at the thought of you hurting yourself , hell if he had to perform a resurrection spell to bring back your dead cat he'd do it. He was now inside your room but you were nowhere in sight.

But he heard sobbing in the bathroom. Your sobbing.

Hearing your cries made him go in a temporary distress state his tendrils wildly flailing and flicking at his back ripping the innocent door away and throwing it to the side but. He felt like a fool.

He saw you sitting on the floor with the scissor on your hand and.... A bag of chips on the other but your eyes we're trained on your laptop.

You were watching a very sad dog story and it brought you to tears. You couldn't hear anything because of your earphone. But when your eyes did land on slenderman you stared at him and paused the movie.

" Uh... What brings you here? " You asked confusion clearly painting your innocent features.

" ..... I feel like an idiot.... " He simply uttered as he sighed approaching your form only to cradle you in his arms.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a bewildered expression.

" Mind explaining everything? " You asked with a short chuckle only to have him sigh once again.

" I... You were depressed for a few days and when you came to my office to get a pair of scissors I asked trenderman what it meant and we ended up thinking you were cutting yourself " He explained in a hushed tone and his reason made your heart melt and overlook the fact that he literally ripped off the door to your bathroom.

Your hold around his neck tightened as you leaned up to give his cheek a kiss.

" Darling I'm upset but I won't hurt myself because I know it will affect you too. And watching sad movies while eating chips in the bathroom is a weird coping mechanism I developed when I was still young. I'm sorry for not talking to you and ignoring you I just didn't want you to see me in my most vulnerable state I look ugly " You joked in which he gave a reply that made you love him more.

" You're beautiful even if you cry "

" Aww... Wanna cuddle? "

" Yes "

Hoodie :

Hoodie learned a very valuable reason and that is to never ever let you hang out with Laughing Jack , Sally and Splendorman at the same time. Why you ask? Oh maybe because all 4 of you consumed a high dosage of Candy and Sugary sweets and now the whole mansion was in a crisis.

Because 4 of the hardest people to deal with during sugar rush had a sugar high at the same time.

" Y/n look the chandelier is so pretty! " Splendorman exclaimed pointing at the crystal chandelier hanging in the living room.

" I wanna touch it! " You grinned and Sally joined in too giggling and bouncing.

" Me too! Me too! "

" Then let's Play with it !! " Laughing Jack appeared on the chandelier and started swinging around while yelling.

" I came in like a wrecking Ball! "

" This is a disaster! Toby! Jeff! Get Laughing Jack off the chandelier before it-" Masky was cut off when a loud sound of breaking glasses was heard and 4 main suspects disappeared along with the crash. Leaving the living room in a complete mess.

" F-u-ck " Toby grumbled as everyone gathered around holding ropes and other materials to bind those troublemakers.

" Jeff, Toby and Me will Find And restrain Laughing Jack. Jane and Clockwork Find Sally and Ben , Helen, Liu and Jack find Splendorman and Hoodie... You take care of y/n" With those orders by Makes everyone immediately fled to find their targets.

Hoodie was genuinely concerned about his girlfriend and when he caught a glimpse of you running through the halls he immediately followed where that your figure had dashed off.

Only to turn into an empty corner.

" Y/n? Baby Come out. You caused a lot of Trouble " Hoodie stated keeping his eyes peeled for his girlfriend.

That was when he heard giggling behind him.

How the hell did she get there? He turned around to see y/n with scissors running away from him and he immediately followed your figure .

" Baby you might get hurt! Put those scissors down! " He yelled chasing your and when he was close enough to grab you...

You tripped which made Hoodie's breath pause because you may have stabbed yourself with those samn scissors.

He crouched down and scanned you for injuries but luckily the scissors were faced flat when you fell to his relief.

" H-Hoodie it hurts "when years began to flood your eyes he couldn't exactly give a proper reaction because your sugar high is really taking a toll on your mentality.

" That's why you shouldn't run away from me y/n" Hoodie sighed and his girlfriend only latched her arms around him.

" Carry me " She whined and to which hoodie Complied carrying your frame.

" Weeeeee! " You squealed happily.

This was a really rare sight to see and Hoodie couldn't help but smile to which you noticed immediately.

" You're smiling~" You teased pinching the side of his cheek pulling his cheek up in attempt to form a smile on his lips only to have him shake his head.

You pouted and cupped both of his cheeks before giving him a childish smooch on his lips to which he responded with an adult version of your kiss devouring your lips and completely dominating you.

You pulled back when you couldn't take it anymore. Face flushed and brows furrowed.

" Not Fair! " You growled while hoodie chuckled at your childish behavior.

" You asked for it " .

Toby :

His Hair was really soft and fluffy and you liked it but it had been growing a lot lately and his hair had grown to shoulder length which is a hindrance to his Job.

One time you two got caught because his hair was cover his eyes inside his goggles and another time his hair got caught up and tangled .

And it got you worried because he might accidentally hurt himself or get caught if this continues. So you offered to cut his hair.

But he had a fear of razors because he had an incident involving razors and he vowed to never go near one again and convincing him was a real chore.

It came to the point where you had to chase him with scissors in your hands.

" Toby! Get back here you little shit! " You growled chasing him down the stairs with the rest of the creeps seated on the sofa watching the show.

" N-No! " Toby stubbornly replied.

" Hoodie! Masky! Now! " You have the signal and the two men appeared behind Toby and grabbed him holding him down.

" N-no! L-let m-me go you traitors! " Toby fuked while squirming against their hold.

You approached your whining boyfriend with a small roll of your eyes.

" Hey y/n my hair is kinda long too. Since Toby doesn't want to get his hair cut you can cut mine! " Jeff offered with a wink and you immediately know why he was doing this.

Huh... Jeff isn't such an asshole after all.

" Oh since Toby doesn't want to then why not? Hoodie, masky you can let him go " You smirked and Hoodie and Masky immediately let him go.

You didn't have the chance to take one step when Toby clung on your frame.

" F-uck y-y-ou Jeff she's My Girlfriend! " Toby spat out and before you knew it he slung you over his shoulder and walked away from the living room.

He brought you to his room where he placed you down on the bed.

" Ch-eap m-move y/n" Toby pouted before grabbing a chair and dragging it inside his bathroom.

Following him you saw him seated facing the mirror still pouting from the little stunt earlier.

" Awww Poor Baby "you cooed planting a kiss on his cheek before you began to cut his hair.

During those time he kept giving you small glares to which you'll respond with a kiss on his cheek or forehead or even his nose.

When you were finally done he was still pouting and sulky so you say on his lap facing him and he refuses to meet your gaze.

" Aww baby I'm sorry I just had to tease you or else you won't allow me to cut your hair. I was just worried that you might get hurt during missions because of how long your hair was now don't be mad baby I'd pick you any day I love you " You smiled rubbing his cheek with your thumb and he eyed you for a few seconds before finally giving in.

" Y-you're lucky i- l-love you" He grumbled before placing his hands on your curves and burying his face on your chest.

You chuckled kissing his head while ruffling his hair softly.

Masky :

A month had pass and you were having frequent nightmares and Tim was always out on missions which left you alone at nights and you have gotten used to Tom when he wasn't here.

At night he's gone and during the Day he's asleep. You tried waking him up once and it didn't end well so you just ignored his existence.

Tonight was like any other but when you heard the door break open you immediately shot up grabbing the nearest weapon you could get your hands on and turned the lights only to find tim approaching you.

You were really cautious because you lived in a mansion where everyone kills . Anything could happen.

When you saw him you sighed dropping the scissors and laid back on the bed your back facing him.

You were a bit angry at him for last time and you didn't want to deal with this again. He's probably grumpy or angry at something again and you're trying your best to avoid getting into arguments with him so the best choice was to lay down and sleep.

You felt the bed dip and a few shuffling here and there before you felt his hand on your hips pulling you into his chest with his nose buried on your neck.

You didn't say anything simply because he could be a bitch sometimes and just snap at you to shut up and let him sleep.

" You didn't miss me? " He suddenly asked and you didn't answer him. He's really confusing.

" Answer me" His voice held a warning tone but you weren't having it.

" Goodnight " You muttered and you felt him shift violently and his hand was pulled back from your hips.

Tsk... Asshole...

Slowly you began to drift into slumber and you were having another nightmare again.

Unbeknown to you that you were sleep walking. Your body shifted from the bed and you stood up your hands subconsciously grabbing the scissors as your body aimlessly walked towards the door.

Masky was stirred away and he was watching your figure the whole time.

He turned the lights on while muttering your name but when you turned around he was surprised to see your eyes clothes.

You started running towards him with the scissors on your hand and masky didn't know what to do his instincts told him to restrain you but he didn't want to hurt you.. Surprisingly.

So he just expected to have a scissors stuck on his shoulder or something but when you dropped the scissors and launched on his figure with your arms wrapped around his torsos and your head on his chest he was in a state of unmoving shock.

" .... I miss you.... Stop leaving me all alone... I'm scared to be alone here... " You silently mumbled followed by a snore and he heard you loud and clear.

With a sigh he laid you back on the bed but this time his legs were tangled with yours and he was securely holding your figure so you won't start sleep walking again .

And the next following days he was mostly home with you and still took on missions but he'dalways be back even if it's in the middle of the night. He never left you alone again after that.

[chilly-me-softly]

Single I loved the older teen son with James what about James son is around 10/11 and he gets bullied at school but is afraid to tell his dad so he only tells you (the mum) and one evening the boy is so overwhelmed that he ends up crying in mummies arms and falling asleep and when James gets home he is confused as why your son is sleeping with you so you get up from the bed and take James out of the room to explain etc sorry if this i confusing

The first day he pretended to be sick you knew right away, you too had used some tricks to skip school as a child, but you indulged him because something inside you told you so. You had put aside the plans you had for that day and spent some time with your child like you hadn’t done in a long time.

But when the third day came, the fake illness still lingered on, you asked him without too many questions why he was trying to skip school. He had never given any trouble and no teacher had ever complained about him, which you were very proud of.

Your son had simply lowered his gaze and you needed more questions throughout the day for him to open up. “Some kids make fun of me”

“What? Why on earth, sweetheart?” an annoyance at just hearing those words was born inside you and you had struggled with yourself to stay calm and not make it worse now that he was finally opening up.

“Hey you can talk to me, I’m here to listen to you always” you caress his back while he takes a deep breath. “It’s for dad” he throws everything out in one breath and you’re shocked for a moment.

“They say he sucks and he doesn’t deserve a place on the team and I tried to tell them they’re wrong but they’re making fun of me now because I’m like him” he holds his hands around your waist while he buries his head against your chest and you stroke his hair - blond like his father’s - collecting your thoughts so you can make a coherent speech.

“Just words?” in your mind you pray that nothing else happened, they’re only ten years old for God’s sake, things like that shouldn’t happen.

“An older one pushed me by dropping my notebooks, but it was only once” he mutters, and his voice vibrates against your side.

“And have you ever told anyone?”

“Miss Curry made them apologize to me, but now they say I’m teacher’s pet”

“Let them think what they want, as long as they don’t hurt you”

“But daddy doesn’t suck and I’m not just saying that because he’s my daddy”

“I know sweetie, but not everyone can understand that. Only special people like you” finally he smiles at you, but then his expression becomes worried and “Mommy?” he calls you looking into your eyes, “can you not tell daddy? I don’t want him to suffer”

“Oh baby” you hug him tightly leaving a kiss on his head, “I know it hurts because they say meaningless things, but they speak out of envy. They’re - you’re all still too young to bickering for a football team, okay?” he nods.

Three days have passed and you’re still thinking about how kids can get to intimidate some younger kids out of mere rivalry. Sport shouldn’t be this, it shouldn’t teach this, and you really hoped your child would have a life not always connected to his father’s. But you can’t have it either, so why should it be any different for him.

You kept your promise, you didn’t say anything to James even though you wanted to. But you think it’s something he has to do when he’s feeling more secure around him and then you didn’t sit on your hands, you contacted his teacher who reassured you so you let it go. He’s back at school and he seems calmer now since he talked to you.

One afternoon, however, you can sense something is wrong, he didn’t say a word the whole way home and as soon as he crossed the door he rushed to bed. Yours.

“Hey sweetheart, you wanna tell me what happened? Did you get a bad grade?” he shakes his head and when you get close you can see tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Oh no honey, what happened?” your thoughts go out to those kids and the fact that you should have contacted the principal immediately.

“It’s not true that daddy sucks, it’s not true that I’m no good and it’s not true that you deserved to lose the baby” you stiffen up as your baby cries uncontrollably in your arms.

“Honey, who told you that?” you ask maybe a little too harshly, he doesn’t raise his head when he gives you the answer you were afraid of. Those kids. And at this point you realize that it’s not the kids who are the problem, but there’s an even deeper problem. Families, because it’s not possible for ten-year-olds to think and know what it’s like to lose a child. There must be someone from whom they copy certain expressions.

You don’t know what to say to him, any word at that moment would be irrelevant and you just hold him in your arms. Cradle him as you did when you were a child and after a while his regular breath comes to your ears, carefully you lay his head on the pillow and look at him. The world is a place too ugly sometimes.

When James comes home a few hours later he finds you still there, staring at your baby asleep in your bed. 

"Hey, what's going on? Is he sick again?" you look up at him and suddenly all the anger you've been holding back is about to explode. You take him by the hand and once you close the door to the room behind you, you take him to the living room couch to tell him everything. You can no longer keep it from him and now it has become a serious matter, to be resolved once and for all. 

His face goes from confused to upset to angry in a few seconds and one of your hands hasn't left his for the whole story. "I'm used to free insults, it's part of the job. But let them use our pain for that, no I don't accept it"His face is dark with anger but he tries to put a smile on it when he hears footsteps on the stairs, "Daddy you're back"

"Yeah, come here bug" the baby sits on his father's legs rubbing his eye and you can still tell he cried.

"So I gotta tell you something. I know words hurt sometimes, more than fists, and people unfortunately know that and they use that to hurt us. But you're strong, you're a Maddison, and we're always counting on each other to get up stronger than ever. You've got me and mom and grandparents and Uncle Ben and Uncle Harry and everybody else ready to do anything for you, and it's only these people you have to care about. The others will always talk and try to get a reaction, but we're stronger than they are. Always remember that"

“I’m sorry dad”

“You have nothing to be sorry for okay? You can always talk to us, we’re your parents and we can deal with some of your problem together”

"I love you, daddy"

"I love you too, bug"

That night you all sleep together in your bed and the next day, together you take him to school stopping by the principal's office to sort out the situation.

[superfreakerz]

TDS 11

"The Dragneel Scrapbook"

Rated M.

Art by @ccrispy

Summary: They've loved each other every step of the way, from becoming partners to getting married, and now they get to experience raising kids. Snapshots of the Dragneel family life.

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Chapter 11

Sleepless Nights for All

Being able to hold Nashi in her arms made the nine months of cravings, mood swings, and aches worth it. Lucy smiled down at her baby, cradling Nashi against her chest. After giving birth, she and Nashi were forced to stay at the infirmary for a few days to recuperate, but now it was finally time to go home.

Gently getting out of bed, trying not to wake Nashi, Lucy slipped on her shoes and headed to where the rest of the guild was. She recalled the day Nashi was born, when everyone was finally allowed to see her.

Not wanting to fill the tiny room with the whole guild, they decided to introduce her in small segments, starting with their closest friends. The rest of Team Natsu along with Gajeel, Levy, and Juvia filed into the room, circling around the small family.

"She's beautiful, Lu-chan," Levy breathed out. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks, Levy-chan," Lucy replied with a smile. "Do you want to hold her?"

"Of course!"

Lucy gently handed Nashi to Levy, who was already familiar with holding babies. With that, everyone started demanding for their turn to hold the child. Even Gajeel had gruffly stated that he should be able to hold Nashi to show Gray how it's done.

Gray took Nashi into his arms, albeit awkwardly. A warm smile spread over his face as he took in the child's features. Nashi's looks, just like her name, were a mix of Lucy and Natsu's. With light pink hair and those big brown eyes, her resemblance to her parents was striking.

Even though Nashi wasn't his child, he already loved her enough like she was. They weren't related by blood, but he'd be damned if she wasn't his niece.

"Thank god," he breathed out, gaining everyone's attention.

"For what?" Erza asked.

"Thank god she's not ugly like her dad."

Everyone besides Natsu, even Lucy, had to stifle their laughter so as not to wake Nashi.

"If you weren't holding my kid right now, I would beat the hell out of you," Natsu said, glaring at his friend.

"I'd like to see you try, Ash for Brains."

"Oh yeah? Then hand Nashi over to Juvia and let's settle this. Unless you're too much of a wimp."

"Will you shut up already?" Lucy said with a sigh. Rubbing her temples, she glared at the sources of her oncoming headache. "No fighting around the baby. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Opening the door, Lucy padded over to the guildhall where everyone else was. Well, save for Natsu and Happy. They were at home making sure everything was nice and tidy before Nashi arrived.

All eyes landed on her immediately and soon enough, she was surrounded by her guildmates.

"It's Nashi!" a few of them cried, gushing over the infant.

"Yes, yes," Lucy replied. "We're finally allowed to go home, so we were heading there now."

"Oh, I'll walk you there," Gray said. Knowing that the blonde was going to protest, he cut her off with, "It doesn't feel right lettin' you walk home alone, so no complaining. Wanna come too, Juvia?"

His wife nodded, and soon enough, all of their friends took it upon themselves to walk Lucy and Nashi home. Lucy sighed, though really it made her happy. Everyone in the guild cared about her and her daughter. It warmed her heart.

Reaching the cottage, Gray opened the door for everyone. Lucy was hesitant to enter, knowing that cleaning was not Natsu and Happy's forte. She really couldn't trust them with the task.

Walking into the small home, Lucy was blown away with how clean it was. Despite being away for days, the place was spotless thanks to Natsu and Happy's efforts. The dishes weren't piled up in the sink, there weren't any fish bones stashed in weird places, and she could actually see the floor.

"Lucy's home!" Natsu exclaimed from the other room. In the blink of an eye, the dragon slayer was bouncing in front of them, his eyes glued to his daughter. "Nashi, Nashi, Nashi!"

Lucy giggled, handing Nashi over to Natsu. Whenever he was at the infirmary, he insisted on holding Nashi the entire time, cradling her close to his chest with a bright grin plastered to his face. Since they were adding a new member to their family, Natsu, Happy, and the rest of the gang decided to renovate their cottage while she was stuck in the infirmary, extending it and adding two new bedrooms, one for Nashi and one for Happy.

"This place looks amazing!" Lucy exclaimed, walking past Natsu to check out the rest of their house. Opening the door to one of the newer bedrooms, she knew right away that it was Happy's based on the pile of fish bones stacked on the floor. She would've been disgusted, but considering it was his room, she didn't mind so much. At least he kept the rest of the house cleaned.

Walking to the adjacent room, she swung the door open. Her jaw dropped on its hinges as she took in the sight. The walls were a pastel yellow with pink stripes. In a corner of the room stood Nashi's crib, which was covered with pink blankets and stuffed animals. Even the floor was covered with toys that were given to them by their guildmates.

"It's so nice," Lucy breathed out.

"I know, right?" Natsu replied, standing beside his wife with a toothy grin. "She's three days old and already has a nicer bedroom than her parents!"

"You can say that again! Thanks a lot, you guys. It means a lot that you helped us with all of this while I was away."

Their friends smiled back at her.

"Don't mention it," Gray said, ruffling the blonde's hair. "I'm just glad that I'm back at home instead of sleeping on your couch."

"I think I'm going to miss bugging you for ice."

"I won't."

With that, the group situated themselves in the living room, chatting softly to keep from waking Nashi. Lucy suggested that Natsu put her in her crib, but the boy refused. It was impossible to tear him away from Nashi.

Once the sun was replaced with the moon in the sky, everyone took it upon themselves to leave. Lucy cracked a yawn, excited to finally be able to sleep in their bed again. The infirmary bed was uncomfortable with loose springs and scratchy blankets.

"Alright, Natsu," she called out. "You really have to put Nashi in her crib now. It's time for bed."

Her husband frowned but nodded nonetheless. Happy flew over the baby, smiling at her sleeping face.

"It's a good thing she doesn't snore like you, Lucy!" he teased.

"I do not snore!" Lucy cried.

"Yeah you do," Natsu replied, laughing at the blonde's misery. "Louder than me and Happy put together!"

Knowing that it was time for bed, Natsu kissed Nashi gently on the forehead before leaning down and placing her in the crib. He and Lucy stood by the crib while Happy flew above them. It was finally their first night at home together as a family.

"Goodnight, Nashi," Natsu whispered. "We love you."

Lucy smiled fondly at her daughter, smoothing a hand over her pink hair before walking out of the bedroom with everyone else. With that, she plopped in her bed, ready to get a full night of sleep.

Or so she thought.

It was only an hour into the night when the whole house was woken up by blood curdling screams. She and Natsu shot up in bed, sharing a quick glance before rushing into Nashi's room. There, they found their daughter yelling, her face red as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Why is she crying?" Natsu asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm not really sure," Lucy answered. A frown spread over her face. Only days into being a mother and she was already hit with a problem she didn't know how to solve. "Levy told me that the twins cried a lot through the night."

"So this is normal?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"So what do we do?"

"I have no idea."

Natsu bent over the crib and scooped Nashi into his arms. Rocking gently in place, he hoped to soothe the girl's crying. Eventually, Nashi's cries turned into faint sniffles before she was back to sleep.

"We did it!" Natsu exclaimed, sharing a high-five with Lucy. With slow steps, he walked back towards the crib and lowered Nashi back in.

"Good job. Now let's go back to sleep," Lucy replied, leading the way back to their bedroom.

Forty minutes passed when they were woken up yet again by Nashi's cries. With half-lidded eyes, the couple went back to her room, their feet dragging as if tied to bricks. Wordlessly, Lucy picked up their daughter and bounced in place, calming her down. Once she stopped crying, they left again.

The next time they were woken up, they were surprised to find that only twenty minutes had passed since they last pacified Nashi. As the intervals got shorter and shorter, so did their time of sleep. The parents looked exhausted with crust in the corners of their eyes, disheveled hair, and sluggish movements.

"Please, Nashi," Lucy whispered as she rocked the child. "Your mom needs her beauty sleep."

"And your dad needs to sleep so he can have the energy to beat up your Uncle Gray tomorrow," Natsu added.

But of course, their pleas fell on deaf ears and almost ten minutes after they got back into bed, Nashi started screaming once again.

"Stay," Natsu told Lucy. He yawned, running a hand through his hair to push his bangs out of his face. "I got it this time. You can just go back to sleep."

Lucy, in her tired state, simply nodded and mumbled a word of thanks before passing out right before his eyes. Natsu smiled down at his wife. After all of her hard work in the last few days, she deserved at least one night's rest.

Walking back to Nashi's room, he peered into the crib. Nashi's tiny hands were balled into loose fists. Despite being dark in the room, he could still make out the red tinge on her face.

"Your crying is loud enough to wake up all of Magnolia, you know that?" Natsu whispered. Smoothing a hand over his daughter's forehead, he smiled. "You just want some company, don't you? That's why you keep cryin' when your mom and I put you back in the crib."

Instead of cradling Nashi, Natsu moved her over to the side a bit before gently swinging his leg over the crib's posts. Hoisting himself inside the tiny crib, he bent his knees so that he could fit beside Nashi. He knew his body was going to ache all over tomorrow, but holding Nashi in his arms and hearing her stop crying made it worth it. Together, the two drifted off into sleep.

The next morning, Lucy was surprised to find that Natsu wasn't beside her. Getting out of bed, she headed straight for Nashi's room, expecting to find him standing up and still rocking her. Not finding anyone once she swung the door open, she was about to check the living room when she heard faint snores.

With an arched brow, Lucy approached the crib, peering in to find Natsu snuggling with Nashi, both of their mouths parted with drool dripping down their chins. Natsu's body was bent no doubt in an uncomfortable position.

A smile graced Lucy's face as she stared lovingly at the two. Natsu may not have always vocalized how he felt, but his actions always made his feelings clear. And in that moment, it was clear as day that he loved their daughter more than words could ever describe.

[vannahfanfics]

Memory

Category: Friendship Fluff/ Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Characters: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, and Winry Rockbell

Edward swung the door open with a small sigh, a few iron nails clenched between his teeth and a hammer tucked under his arm. Yeesh… That took way too long, he thought grumpily as he walked into the house and set the hammer down on the wooden table, then reached up to rub the sore muscles of his neck. Through the window, golden light spilled in, washing the entire kitchen with its brilliant hue as the sun slowly sunk below the horizon of fields and forests and farmsteads. Edward slid his hands in his pockets, finding that the house was unusually quiet; as he opened his mouth to call Winry's name, joyous laughter echoed through the house, bouncing around the walls and seemingly coming from the direction of her bedroom. A golden eyebrow raised, he walked down the hall to find her door slightly ajar, and he pushed it lightly to peer inside.

“I remember that!” Winry was giggling with her back to him, sitting on her bedroom floor and apparently pointing at something in her lap. Alphonse was leaned up against her bed with the puppies gathered in his lap, smiling brightly as he snickered to himself. Pinako was sitting in the chair from Winry's work desk, chortling along with them. Edward was thoroughly confused, so he pushed the door open all the way and entered the room.

“What's so funny?” The three turned to look at him as he entered the room, Winry in particular looking positively radiant with happiness. As he approached, she suddenly jumped up and ran over to him, shoving something in his face. It was so close for a moment that he had absolutely no idea what it was, so he reached up to take it from her, blushing lightly when his rough hands fell over her soft, smooth ones. Hastily, he grabbed the mystery item and held it at an angle he could appreciate it. “Oh. It's a photo album,” he realized.

“Mhmm! They're all photos from when we were kids!” A small smile formed on his face from the nostalgia, and he walked over to sit beside Alphonse as he perused the contents of the various pages. There was a photo from a day they helped Pinako make an apple pie, and he and Alphonse had gotten in a fight where they threw flour at one another and had made a mess of the house. There was another where Edward had dressed up as a ghost to scare Winry, but instead it just made her laugh hysterically, which made him pretty mad. There was yet another photograph from when they had visited a nearby lake to go swimming.

“Huh? I don't remember this one!” he frowned when ha came across a particular photograph. It featured Winry with a white pillowcase tied around her head, while Edward stood next to her looking extremely irritated. Alphonse was standing on a stump reading from an upside-down book and wearing a top hat. The other residents of the house gathered around him to peer at the photo in question, and Winry lit up with a radiant smile.

“Oh! That's the day we got married!”

“Do what?” Edward shrieked, his voice several octaves higher than normal as he snapped the photograph album shut and whipped around to glare at her in incredulity. Her wide blue eyes gazed at him in confusion.

“Don't you remember, Ed? It went like this…”

-In the Past-

Little Edward was squatted down in the yard with a stick in his hand, his golden eyes wide with curiosity as he poked at a slow-moving beetle crawling across the lush green grass. He pouted when it abruptly fluttered its wings and flew off with a buzz, disturbed by the sound of elated laughter and the feverish stomping of footsteps. He stood up, dropping his stick, as Winry and Alphonse came careening around the corner of the house giggling giddily.

“What's all this about?” he blinked.

“Alphonse and I have a great game we can play!” Winry giggled as she stopped in front of him. He blinked in slight confusion as she turned to his brother, who was holding various items in his little arms. Winry grabbed one of them and whirled around with a flourish. “Ta-daaaaaa~” she sang as she pulled a single white pillowcase around her head, draping it over her blonde hair and holding it there while she looked at him expectantly.

“I don't get it.”

“I’m a bride, you idiot!” she shrieked at him, her face reddening, and he cried out as she socked him in the head with her fist. He nursed his head tenderly, glaring at her with his cheeks puffed out defiantly.

“You're a mean bride! Who would wanna marry you?” he snapped at her, and they dissolved to an ugly squabble, trading various insults until Alphonse laughed nervously and physically inserted himself between them.

“Guys, guys, come on! Let's just play the game!” he smiled widely, and the two children glared at one another before turning their backs on each other with haughty huffs. “Now, Edward, you’re gonna be the groom!”

“Do what?” he shrieked. Winry giggled and spun around with her makeshift veil while Alphonse scampered behind him and clambered onto a nearby stump and plopped a tall top hat onto his head. It was much too big for him, so he had to hold it up with one hand while he balanced the book on his knee. He cleared his throat dramatically before opening up a book with a sophisticated expression, but Edward thought he just looked dumb because the book was upside-down. As he went to complain about the stupidity of the game, his words were whisked out of his mouth as Winry grabbed him by the air with a girlish giggle and dragged him over to the stump. He slouched in front of his brother, who was blathering some nonsense about marriage rights, while Winry was standing straight up with gleaming eyes like she actually was getting married. “This is so dumb,” he hissed to her under his breath.

“Shut up and pretty to be happy!” she hissed back at him, and the glare she shot him scared his spine as stiff as a board. This sucks!

“Do you, Winry Rockbell, take Edward Elric to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Alphonse announced suddenly.

“I do!” Winry beamed brightly.

“Do you, Edward Elric, take Winry Rockbell to be your lawfully wedded wife?” his brother asked solemnly, turning on him next. Winry also turned to face him, her blue eyes sparkling with pure bliss and her cheeks slightly pink as she stared at him hopefully.

“Nah,” he answered without missing a beat, then screamed as Winry snarled and stomped on his foot with all the might her little body possessed. “Yes! Yes! I mean yes, I do! Nehhhhh!” he screeched as he hopped on one foot, cradling the other which undoubtedly contained broken toes. Winry beamed happily and whirled back around to face Alphonse, smacking Edward in the face with her pillowcase veil. Edward, positively fuming, just half-listened while Alphonse continued reciting some half-baked marriage rights before he went as rigid as a wall of stone.

“You may now kiss the bride!” he declared gleefully and snapped the book shut, looking quite pleased with his performance. Winry looked at him, flushing shyly as she nervously wrung the edge of her veil, and she fluttered her eyelashes at him. Edward felt a shudder travel up his spine, and his eyebrows twitched incessantly as he tugged at his collar, which was sticking to his neck due to the cold sweat. How did I get dragged into this? He moped as he edged toward the waiting girl. She had her eyes closed and her lips puckered, looking completely innocent. Edward knew that a devil hid behind that angelic face. I don't wanna kiss Winry!

“Come on, brother, or she'll hit you with a wrench this time!” Alphonse hissed down at him. Edward exhaled deeply, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her violence, before clenching his fists tightly. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as he jerked forward, lightly kissing Winry on the mouth; then, in the next second, he had jumped back, as red as a tomato, and was wiping off his mouth with disgusted noises.

“Why do you have to act like that, Ed?” Winry pouted as she put her hands on her hips, that light shade of pink still on her chubby cheeks.

“This is the worst game ever!” he shot back. They all glanced up when they heard amused laughter, just in time to see a camera flash. Pinako lowered the camera, chuckling, while Edward went dark red. “Delete that picture! You old haaaaaag!” he wailed and ran for the camera, but the dog thought it was a game and jumped on him, barking happily as he bowled the young child over.

-In the Present-

Edward's face had taken on a hue that was some mixture of pink and green after Winry had finished relating the story. “No wonder I don't remember. It's so traumatizing that I repressed it,” he muttered. He cried out as Winry grabbed a nearby wrench and whacked him over the head with it. “Ow! God damn it!”

“Told you she would hit you with a wrench!” Alphonse laughed. Edward just whimpered as he bent over, cradling his bruised head. The rest of the room laughed at his expense, and they were so busy doing that that they didn't notice him blushing darkly.

Me and Winry married, huh? Alphonse and I are going to be leaving on our trip soon… Maybe… Maybe I should tell her how I feel?

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[artificialqueens]

Under My Thumb (Craquaria) - Chapter 13 - Bee

Summary: Without spoiling things, let’s just say “Max wants Gio to get home safely” and leave it at that.

AN: I’m on a bit of a hiatus at the moment due to university stuff, so chapter 14 is taking me a while. Don’t consign me to the garbage bin just yet though, I already have parts of it. As always - there’s no such thing as too much feedback, and it really keeps me going, xx.

The warmth emanating from the body suddenly engulfing him, the ragged little breaths trickling down his neck, the familiar smell of Gio's coconut shampoo that lingered in his soft brown hair—his embrace took Max by surprise, leaving him breathless and helpless and thoroughly confused.

Why? Why had Giovanni changed his song? The question was less a matter of curiosity than of despair. He felt like screaming—not at Giovanni, but at everything and nothing in particular, like one of those loud cries little children let out before they can formulate their frustration into words. Hatred was so much easier. Max could take Giovanni’s hatred, add to it his own, and let himself be cradled by it, and yet now it would be so easy to just—

No.

His self-imposed celibacy hadn’t bothered him once over the past couple of months, so why did its side-effects threaten to rear their ugly head now? The timing couldn’t possibly be worse. Giovanni’s heart drummed desperately against his chest, a hectic melody out of sync with his own, and he felt as though he was holding in his arms a beautiful, wounded little animal that clung to life with all its might, that clung to him with frightening intensity, knowing it would all be over soon, looking at Max to snap its neck any time now. He shamefully let himself close his eyes for a second, mustering up his resolve, before gently pushing him away.

“I’m calling a cab,” his voice was strangely ethereal, hardly above a whisper.

Giovanni looked down in embarrassment, and nodded, swaying a little on his feet. If Max didn’t acknowledge what Gio had just done, they could pretend nothing had happened.

His phone lit up. Their ride was outside. They didn't say any goodbyes—no one seemed to have noticed Gio's breakdown just as no one noticed him leaving. How emblematic of friendship in New York City, Max thought bitterly, before pushing him into the cab. (All the while his mind tossed and turned over what could have happened to Gio had he not been there—what had happened to him all the times he wasn’t there—guilty conscience nibbling away at him, even though he had no reason to feel guilty, not about this anyway. Giovanni wasn’t a child, he didn’t need to be babied, and Max wasn’t responsible for him. But no, he couldn’t even think that—he knew it was a lie. Besides, Giovanni’s quietly moaned “take care of me” from months ago still lingered in his memory and tended to resurface at odd times, making him want to do just that—in every way.)

As Giovanni made himself comfortable in the backseat of the cab, Max was trying to decide whether he should see him to the door. He didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. Gio seemed to be doing better—yet what did ‘better’ even mean? Max suspected that he had just run out of steam from the confrontation they’d had before. Giovanni solved his dilemma by scooting over to the other side, so Max gave the driver Gio’s address and got in. As the car pulled away, he kept his eyes on the street outside, too ashamed about his own behaviour that night to face him, trying to sort his thoughts.

Minutes passed. He calmed himself down. All he had to do was make sure Giovanni got home safely. If Gio wanted to talk to him after this, they would have that long-overdue conversation, but he would worry about that later—if need be. He looked over at the surprisingly quiet boy beside him. “Where are your keys?”

Gio shrugged his shoulders, making no attempt to look for them, instead splaying his legs haphazardly over the backseat like a broken doll. Maybe he wasn’t as sober as Max had thought. He went through his pockets himself, refusing to think about how close they were, and found nothing.

“Where’s all your stuff?”

Gio shrugged again, careless. Max sighed and leant over to the driver’s seat. “Change of plans. We’re going to Harlem.”

*****

So far, so good—they had managed to get up five flights of stairs without an incident, the only thing left to do was to put Gio to bed.

He unlocked the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake up Katelyn. Giovanni foiled his mission by tripping over the front step; he latched onto Max to steady himself, not letting go even after he was back on his feet, his hands traveling up Max’s arms, making him wonder whether the stumble had been accidental at all.

It hadn’t been. Like some sort of a masochistic siren luring him to his demise, Giovanni moved closer until Max could see his own reflection in the shiny pools of his eyes. He closed the distance by tugging at his shirt, grabbing a fistful of the material when Max tried to step back.

“Use me.”

The way he was acting made Max feel like he was witnessing Giovanni eviscerate himself right in front of him. “Don’t.”

Giovanni’s voice was loud and desperate, effortlessly filling the small apartment. “Oh, come on, you said you loved me! You want to fuck me, I know you do.”

His hands moved down to Max’s jeans, trying to unzip him. “ 'Don’t have to make love to me, or even kiss me, just fuck me."

Giovanni might be the one tripping on god knows what drug, but Max was pretty high on guilt. He wondered how inappropriate it would be if he were to break down in tears. "Please—”

The lights in Katelyn’s room turned on. Max tried to move him to his room with even more effort now. Uncooperative as ever, Giovanni dropped to his knees instead, forcefully yanking at Max’s zipper, pulling him closer when he tried to bring him back up. His knees buckled, and Giovanni used the moment while Max was trying to steady himself to slip off his own shirt.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he assured, stroking his leg to emphasize his words, now definitely pleading. “ 'Said you could have me any place, any time. I’m just a little whore for you—"

The door to the other room opened, Katelyn rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Max, what’s going on?"

Their eyes snapped up. Giovanni suddenly laughed, still not letting go of Max, instead bringing his face closer to his crotch, pressing the side of his head against it, smiling drunkenly. Max tried to push him off again, but Giovanni only responded by wrapping his arms around his thighs, closing in on him. Katelyn stared at them, dumbfounded.

"Hi, Katelyn,” Gio drawled.

“Aquaria”

Max closed his eyes.

“Our, uh, mutual friend doesn’t wanna fuck me. So he says."

Max looked at her apologetically. "I’ll explain everything in the morning—”

“Explain? Oh. He’s been fucking me. Well, he used to, anyway.”

And before she could wrap her mind around what he had said or formulate any kind of answer: “See, he told me he loved me, but then I caught him getting his dick sucked. No—the other way 'round. He told me he loooved me afterwards—today!”

Giovanni redirected his attention back to Max. “And now he’s pretending he doesn’t wanna fuck me, but this…”, he patted his crotch, “…is telling a different story.”

Max rolled his eyes, trying to avoid looking at Katelyn and feeling a keen sense of embarrassment creep up his neck.

She stood in the door to her room completely flabbergasted. “Max, should I—?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Don’t be embarrassed—I hope you’re not embarrassed.”

“He took something at the club—”, he tried to explain, but Giovanni had already done the work for him.

“We’ll talk in the morning.”

With that, Katelyn closed her door.

*****

Max all but shoved a suddenly yielding Giovanni into his room. He just had to do that, didn’t he? What a drunk, vindictive angel he was. Max got the overwhelming impression that he had wanted exactly that to happen, he had wanted there to be a scene. And he must’ve known Katelyn didn’t know about them. Nicely done.

“Are you gonna put me to sleep in my clothes? It’s gonna be so uncomfortable…”, a little voice behind him purred.

“So take them off”, he said curtly, while rummaging through the closet to find for him something to sleep in.

“Mhmmm…Can’t. Too difficult.”

“You seemed to have no problem with that a minute ago, Giovanni."

"Okay, 'guess I’ll have to sleep like this then…I was kneeling in a toilet though,” he said, all puppy eyes and exaggerated innocence.

Max rolled his eyes, walking over to the bed. He lifted Gio’s leg, undoing one sneaker and slipping it off, then doing the same with the other. Giovanni smirked, lifting his leg up and hooking it over Max’s shoulder in an attempt to pull him closer. Max sighed, putting the offending limb back down on the bed.

“You can take the jeans off yourself."

Giovanni’s smirk widened. "Can’t…daddy.”

The play between them continued. Max stared him down—Gio pouted—He sighed again, reaching over to unzip him, his movements almost clinical—Gio pushed his hips against his hand—Max pressed him back down, shrugging the garment off his body. Finally, he moved away from the bed, throwing the clothes he’d found for the drunk mess in his general direction, and went to the bathroom to get changed himself. No way was he gonna give Giovanni more encouragement by stripping in front of him.

When he came back Giovanni had already tucked himself under the covers. Max turned off the light and slipped in next to him. God, this was going to be a long night.

*****

His prediction had been accurate—sleep didn’t come. Big fucking surprise. Dead tired, but still very high-strung, he looked at his phone. It was nearing four in the morning. He put the phone back down on the nightstand, feeling a little like tearing out his hair from frustration. Then, almost as if by accident, a hand brushed over his chest. Suspicious, he looked over at Giovanni.

The hand was followed by the whole boy. Trying to be discreet, but failing miserably, Gio pressed his body against his side, latching one leg over his. Max swallowed, willing his dick to behave, as he felt him almost imperceptibly grind against him. Giovanni was, without a doubt, naked—and, if that wasn’t bad enough, hard.

“I know you’re not asleep. Stop it.”

Gio pressed his head into his shoulder. “I don’t understand. You said you loved me."

"I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry."

"Oh,” his voice dropped.

It was enough to make Max feel like the scum of earth. “No, that’s not—”

“ ’S fine, I mean I know you don’t. I just thought you at least still wanted to fuck me.”

Max reached over to the side of his bed and turned on the light. Gio groaned, covering his eyes. “What the fuck?”

“We need to talk. I thought we could do it in the morning, but if we’re both not sleeping…”

“No, we don’t, Max. We really don’t need to talk.”

His voice suddenly seemed a little too sober, taking Max by surprise. “Are you feeling better? I need you to listen to what I’m gonna say.”

“I’m better”, he said, finally putting on the clothes he had been given. “Can you turn off the light though?”

“Please—”

“Say what you want to say, just…turn off the light. I don’t want you to look at me. Please."

Max obliged. He didn’t know where to start. He’d had this conversation planned out in his head, word for word, but now, in front of Gio, he couldn’t remember a thing.

"You know that stupid line, 'it’s not you, it’s me’?"

Giovanni groaned again. "Oh god. Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare—”

“Before I start ranting, I want to make something clear. I don’t want you to forgive me.”

Good, because Gio had no intention to forgive him. And the embarrassment he felt from doing what he had done just now only made that conviction stronger.

“The truth is I couldn’t force myself to break up with you—so I cheated on you because I knew you would never want to be with me after that. I’m sorry, I realize how stupid that was, but at that moment…” he trailed off, before continuing: “Us getting together was a mistake, I had been trying to break up with you practically since the moment we got together, Gio, and every time I tried to, I just…couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Max wanted to find his eyes in the dark, to see what was going on behind them, to see if Gio understood, or suspected rather, what he really meant, but he had no such luck, and for a while there was nothing but pitch black and total, terrifying, all-consuming silence.

“Wow, I feel a whole lot better now”, Giovanni finally said, his voice like acid. “Fuck you—'Stupid’? It wasn’t stupid, it was fucking cruel. You’re cruel. Why did you tell me that you wanted to be with me in the first place?! I told you—I told you!—I would’ve kept on sleeping with you if you didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t have to fucking tell me you were obsessed with me or whatever other bullshit lie.”

He had to tell Gio that it wasn’t a lie, that he was obsessed with him, that he did love him. His stomach sank. As much as he wanted to do just that, he couldn’t, because he knew what would happen if he did. Giovanni would never let him go, his earlier behaviour only confirmed that, and Giovanni had to get over him. That wouldn’t happen if he still harboured any hope.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry."

“Try not doing shit you’ll be sorry for, then you won’t have to make these half-assed apologies.”

He turned to the side, away from Max, making clear that the conversation was over, and prayed for sleep.

*****

The morning came almost as a surprise. Giovanni half-heartedly opened his eyes. He felt feverish; sweat clung uncomfortably to every inch of his skin, chilling him to the bone, yet Max’s bed seemed almost too hot, the blankets covering him too heavy, dragging him down. He threw back the covers and sat up, swinging his legs over the side, onto the floor. Cold autumn wind made its way through every crack in the wall, previously so well-hidden to the eye, easily sneaking under the flimsy, and now damp, t-shirt Giovanni had put on during the night to make sleep bearable for Max, and pure torture for himself because it smelled so much like him. He shivered. The worst of all, worse than any physical discomfort, was that he remembered everything.

He could tell that Max was awake, but he remained quiet on the other side of the bed, as far away from him as he could possibly be. As if Giovanni being there was a terrible nuisance to him. It probably was, and it wasn’t like he could blame him. He gathered his clothes from the chair where Max had placed them, and got dressed in silence.

"How are you feeling?”, a raspy voice asked.

“Good.” And after an awkward, strained pause: “Goodbye.”

Underwhelming—it was all so fucking underwhelming, he suddenly realized. This was it, the big goodbye, the moment of closure? He winced, not daring to look in Max’s direction for fear of what he would see, and closed the door to the bedroom. He reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, not surprised in the least to feel his fingers brush against his keys. What fucking closure?

The living room smelled like fresh coffee. Katelyn was already up, sitting in an old armchair that practically swallowed her whole, with a fuzzy blanket thrown over her shoulders and a large notebook in her lap that she was busily scribbling in. She lifted her eyes. “Good morning."

Giovanni felt so dead inside even embarrassment over how he had acted now evaded him.

"Sorry about last night”, he responded lamely. “I’ll be going now.”

He didn’t give her a chance to say anything else, closing the final door that separated him from what his mind had strangely come to consider the real world.

Freedom. As he made his way down the hallway to the stairs, he felt like he was sleepwalking; his mind was empty, his feelings indecipherable at best, and completely numb at worst. The hallway reminded him of a hospital, it was still brightly lit, although sunlight already peaked through the windows. He laughed suddenly, the electricity bills of this place must be insane. What the fuck was his mind?

“Aquaria, wait—”

A feeling of deja vu. The voice calling after him was softer and higher though.

“I know it’s none of my business—”

He turned around.

“You’re right, it’s not,” he snapped suddenly.

Katelyn continued, aware that she had to tread lightly. “What…what did he say?”

“Why don’t you ask him?"

"I think I know what he would tell me.” She bit her cheek. “But I don’t think it’s the same thing…”

Giovanni looked at her confused, not sure what she was getting at.

“By the way you're acting, I’m guessing it didn’t go well?”, she persisted.

He sighed and sat down, pressing his back against the wall. Katelyn passed him a cup of coffee and joined him on the floor. If she wanted to play his therapist, he didn’t want to deny her that joy—and if, in the process, he could convince her that her best friend was a fucking asshole, that would be an added bonus.

“There’s no way it could’ve gone well. He cheated on me. I knew that—what’s 'well’, Katelyn?”

She reiterated her earlier question: “What did he tell you?”

“Oh, he said he was sorry." He took a sip, trying to keep memories from last night at bay. "Like I care.”

That didn’t work, of course, and her silence only prodded him to reveal more bitter tidbits. “He’s sorry that he didn’t break up with me earlier.” He snorted, “Cute, right?" —Words he regretted as soon as they left his mouth because he knew he was being unfair, because he twisted what Max had said, picking at it until it got worse and worse.

Katelyn groaned, shaking her head. "Oh god."

Another pause.

Then, suddenly, she looked at him with such unexpected intensity that he wanted to run away from her, too. "Are you in love with him? Really, truly?”

The question knocked air out of his lungs. As if he hadn’t heard her the first time, her voice gentle: “Do you love him, Aqua?”

He felt his nerves conglomerate together like a little ball of thread at the base of his throat, the same stupid feeling he got every time before he teared up. If he opened his mouth it would unravel—and fucking hell, it was only eight in the morning, and he was not about to cry on a dirty floor in his ex’s apartment building at eight in the fucking morning while his ex’s best friend interrogated him over a deceivingly friendly cup of coffee.

She looked at him knowingly, and Giovanni felt like he had already lost, tears or no tears. “Because if you do love him, there are some things you need to know. That I don’t think he told you… that he’d kill me for telling you, probably."

She sure knew how to keep her audience on their toes, Gio mused, already annoyed that his curiosity had been piqued.

"I know he’s been miserable for the past few months. Whenever that happened in the past, he would tell me what was bothering him, but this time…nothing. It was just empty bottles, cigarette butts—I know that he started seeing his therapist again, so I figured there had to be a man. I think it was you.”

“I don’t understand…”

“He told you he wanted to break up with you? That’s why he cheated on you?”

Gio nodded.

“Anything else?”

“No.”

“Smooth. Not lying, but not telling the truth either. He’s good at that."

She looked at him again, trying to break it to him gently, but failing: "He loves you, Gio.”

He roared with laughter. “Bullshit.”

“Ask him why he went to therapy. Ask him why he hasn’t brought home any guy since I don’t even know when. Ask him…why he has an old picture of you two tucked away in one of his drawers.”

He tried to ignore the stupid fluttering in his chest. “Stop it, Katelyn.”

“Okay, you can leave everything as it is and probably never talk to him again. But you want to talk to him again.”

He wanted no such thing, Max was an asshole and yesterday had only confirmed that—mostly. Partly.

“Swallow your pride and confront him.”

“Pride? You think I have any pride left after last night?”, he said, a little too indignant to be sincere. “Why are you telling me to talk to him? Why are you not telling him to talk to me, if you’re so convinced he—actually, secretly—loves me?"

He thought he got her good, but Katelyn just smiled sadly in response. "Because it wouldn’t do any good. He…thinks he’s setting you free. That’s his ultimate act of love.”

Oh.

Giovanni simultaneously felt like he knew Max better than anyone and like he didn’t know him at all. Because he knew what Katelyn was talking about, intuitively, and yet he didn't know it. Little moments came floating through his mind—the way Max said things, perfectly regular things, in a way that left Gio uneasy because he felt like he was missing their meaning, the way he could deliberately make himself smile when he knew Gio was looking at him and how he could look like he was so far away, so lost, when he didn’t know Gio was watching him, how his brow furrowed a little when Gio was trying to show him how much he loved him, how he acted when he was drunk—that time in the restaurant that Giovanni had tried to put out of his mind, and more.

All the things Max had done, that he had been trying to make sense of for weeks upon weeks until he didn’t know what was real and what were figments of his lovesick imagination, came together like the pieces of a puzzle.

Max had never said anything outright—never,— while Gio felt like he had laid himself out like an open book. But Max couldn’t fucking read. If he could, he would know he didn’t expect buckets of roses and diamonds and endless lovemaking from him or whatever else gooey nonsense he assumed Gio wanted. How could he think that? Who was putting who on a pedestal?

He sighed. Why did Max have to make everything so difficult? Gio just wanted to love him and be loved in return.

Katelyn looked at him imploringly. “Please…talk to him."

He finished his coffee in one gulp and got up. “Fine.”

*****

Giovanni burst through the door without knocking, startling Max who had only just managed to work up the energy to get out of bed.

The pity party was over. “Hey, fucker, I’m back! I know you love me.”

[honeylikewords]

kaaaaatieeeeeee i wanna hear....about davey and his honey’s lil cubbies..... ;^)

aaaaaaaaamberrrrrrrr i’m gonna tell you about it Right Now

Everyone knows that, for David, his children are the most important thing in the world. They are his pride and joy, his wonderment and his fulfillment. Everything about them makes him so overwhelmingly happy, and the endless depths of love he feels for them is truly special.

One of his favorite things he would do when his children were just babies would be to carry the little ones in his arms, walking around with them and talking to them in a soft whisper as he rocks them back and forth. He loved feeling their tiny heads resting in the cup of his palm, his fingers softly brushing their downy hairs, watching their little eyes and knowing that they can understand him.

Every time his babies would smile at him, he couldn’t help but grin back, then lean in to give them a loving kiss on the chubby cheek or soft forehead. Their little smiles, the way their eyes would turn upwards under the press of their cheeks, their giggles bubbling out-- he just couldn’t resist pouring out all of his love! They’re too darling!

With his firstborn son, David was very careful, nearly treating the baby like glass. Though his son was a round, chubby, healthy baby (I mean, he’s David’s son, so he’s naturally going to be a sweet, big baby!), David still knew that he, himself, was very large and clumsy, sometimes, and he couldn’t bear the idea of hurting his baby. So he always took his time and moved very slowly, making sure he was methodical and careful with the little bear cub.

He’d be so careful over even the simplest things; changing his son’s diaper was a nearly fifteen minute task when it could have taken a more lax man three. He was just so nervous about unwilling to even so much as make the baby uncomfortable. If his son squirmed or cried a little, David would start to panic, turning to his wife for help, frightened that he’d scared or hurt his baby. But, really, all that had happened was his son was just reacting to the cold air on his tush like any baby would when having their diaper changed. 

After a while, David learned to stop being frightened, and realized that his babies love him as much as he loves them. He learned how to cradle his son when he cried, how to rock him and shush him and rub his little back soothingly, how to kiss his forehead and speak to him softly, how to swaddle him in his own big arms and tell the darling that everything would be alright. And all those lessons stayed with him, helping in the parenting and raising of all his future children.

Still, for a long time, David had really bad anxiety, specifically about the babies sleeping in a separate room. He’d learned about the way babies could have trouble breathing when asleep and it panicked him; their life had so soon begun and was so fragile, and he needed to be vigilant of their needs! He was so worried that he’d sometimes bolt up in the middle of the night, before the baby was even born, terrified by a vision in his mind of his little one not breathing... so he and his wife agreed that the crib should stay in their room for ease of access and to check to make sure all was well with baby during the long hours of the night. Once the baby was born and brought home, David would very frequently wake up and, without any prompting or reason to, go to check on the infant, peering into their crib. He’d reach one long arm in and stroke a finger over their rose-petal soft cheek, check their breathing, make sure they were in a comfy and good position. Sometimes he’d murmur to them soft words, promising he’ll always be by their side, loving them forever and always.

David meshes very well with fatherhood. It’s just natural to him. His protective nature provides wonderfully for his children and he has been in love with them since long before they were even bore. Since before they were even concieved, he sometimes says: he says he knew, even before he met his wife and even before they so much as talked about the prospect of children, that he loved his babies. He says they’ve lived in his heart since he was born, and they just happened to finally meet in person, face-to-face, a few years later.

His children all look very strongly like him. They all have his dark eyes and dense, curly hair, in various shades of color, ranging from deep black-brown like his to light, almost honey-ish brown-y gold. All of them are born at a very healthy weight, with round cheeks and little bread-roll arms and legs, and soft, spherical tummies. He adores them, and when he looks at them, he sees all the beauty of his wife, and yet some of his own features, but where he finds them ugly in himself, he can only see them as utterly angelic in his children. 

Also, David freakin’ loves putting his babies in little costumes. Nothing that could constrict their movements, make them uncomfy, et cetera, but he has a real fondness for dressing them up like little Disney characters, or in little teddybear onesies, or as Winnie the Pooh characters. When his daughter came along, he dressed her up as a little bumblebee and actually burst into tears because she was just so adorable.

David is also very good at making his babies laugh. He’ll blow raspberry kisses on their cheeks or tummies, or rub his nose on them, or lift them up waaaay high and baby-talk to them! He has no trouble talking to babies. He can coo at them all day with no problems at all! He loves to tickle his teeny weeny babies, using his big ol’ fingers to tickle under their chins and make them smile at him and wrinkle their little noses in the way that melts his heart. He’d do absolutely anything to see his babies smile.

Oh, and, yes, David isn’t ever tired of having babies. There could never be a family “too big” for David. He could have ten, twelve, fourteen children, and still be overwhelmed and overjoyed at the enunciation of number fifteen. His heart is immensely full of love, and he has so much to give, so much to share. He wants as many babies as they can have together, loving each and every one of them with all of his heart. He doesn’t have to divide his love: it multiplies with every new life brought into the fold.

That’s just a Handful of BabyTalks for my Beloved, my Darling, my David! I hope you like these little snippets!

[jeontaeh]

FORTY⁴⁰

✫  ✬  ✭  ✬  ✫

Jungkook saw Lavender sitting on Jimin's lap in the corner of the ship, Jimin playing with her hair, and her almost asleep with her head resting against his. He saw Hoseok giving Yoongi a piggyback ride and carrying him into their shared bedroom, Yoongi looking sleepy. He saw Jin and Namjoon sitting by the windows, drinking wine, talking in murmurs.

Jungkook began crying.

Namjoon and Jin turned around with a frown. "Jungkook? Oh god- what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Jin asked, and Jungkook brought his fists to his eyes, wailing.

"N-no-" Jungkook squeaked, shaking his head as tears rushed down his puffy cheeks. "I-I want Taehyungie t-too... where is h-he?"

"Taehyung's in the kitchen with his dad, you dumbass. Stop crying." Namjoon snapped, and Jungkook stopped crying, sniffling a bit, and then looked down shyly.

"Oh. Sorry." Jungkook said, and then saw the control room door open and Taeyung and Zaivis walk inside, both laughing about something.

"Really, it's crazy! Father goes out 6 times a week to gravity golf for hours. He really has nothing to do with his time. Honestly, it's kind of sad now that I think about it. Really sad. How come he didn't tell me he was gay?" Taehyung mumbled to himself, and Zaivis patted his back.

"Don't overthink it. Your dad had always been a little bit of a grump. I h-hope he won't be angry to see me." Zaivis mumbled, and then looked at Namjoon and Jin and gasped. "Ooh- pour me a glass of wine too!"

Taehyung watched him walk away and Jungkook rushed over to him. "How is it spending time with him?"

"Really great, actually. It's like having another parent. Fuck- wait, he is another parent. No, it just- it's weird. My father's always ignored me, only talked to me when I did well in stuff, and just shut himself out for a long time. So it's nice to have someone who's so relaxed and... fun, y'know?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded.

"Yes! My parents suck too. My mom only likes my older brother and my dad forgets my name sometimes." Jungkook giggled, and then looked down, saddened by what he said. Taehyung cradled his cheek and kissed his forehead.

"I'll be your dad," Taehyung said, and Jungkook grimaced and pushed him away, both giggling.

"So. What's up with them?" Zaivis whispered to Jin and Namjoon, gesturing over at Taehyung and Jungkook. "Are they dating? Married? Soulmates? Or just that weird thing some people do where they both really like each other but aren't dating yet?"

"Oh no no- they're dating. Soulmates too, I think-"

"Really?" Zaivis gasped, and then rushed over to Taehyung and Jungkook. "Oh, you two are soulmates?"

"Yes! Yes, we're dating! I'm not a dog- and I'm so sorry for insinuating I was some sort of a sex slave pet that time when you walked in on us kissing," Jungkook said, hugging Taehyung tightly.

"How amazing. Everyone always says only Junos can be soulmates with one another, but that's stupid! Especially with people spreading across the universe now! I mean, your father felt like he was my soulmate. He tasted like wine to me," Zaivis chuckled, and Jungkook gasped.

"Ooh! Taehyung's semen tasted like white chocolate to m-" Jungkook began, and Taehyung smacked his head and then smiled sheepishly at his dad.

"Um- yeah. Jungkook and I are soulmates." Taehyung said, and then hugged Jungkook, rubbing his head lightly while Jungkook whimpered into his chest. "So how's the birth process for males?"

"If the soulmate connection is very strong, a sort of temporary uterus grows in you along with the baby in it," Zaivis explained with a smile. "I'm sure you want to know, huh?"

"What do you mean?" Taehyung asked, and then Zaivis looked at Jungkook with a smile. Jungkook frowned, but then saw Zaivis put his hands on Jungkook's stomach.

"I mean Jungkook! How far along is he?" Zaivis asked fondly, smiling.

"How f-far what?" Jungkook let out and then widened his eyes. "Why- what- what? What?" Jungkook stammered, and Zaivis chuckled.

"Oh come on. You knew, didn't you? It's true the birth process for males is much long than that of women, but-" Zaivis began, and then frowned. "I mean you're glowing, and you've got a teeny bump-"

"No! I'm just fat!" Jungkook cried, and then looked at Taehyung with wide eyes. "Taehyung tell her I'm fat!"

Taehyung's eyes were wide. "A-a-are you saying that Jungkook is p-pregnant?" Taehyung squeaked out, and Jungkook shook his head. Jungkook shook his head profusely. "B-because I had a feeling, but..."

"I'm not! I'm only 18 and I'm a boy!! No!!!!" Jungkook said, taking eight steps back. "Taehyung why did you cum inside of me without a condom??"

"Fff- Jungkook, there are some things you don't say in front of your boyfriend's dad," Jin hissed, and then grabbed Jungkook. "Let's perform an ultrasound-"

"No! I don't want to." Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung grabbed his waist. Jungkook looked at him and saw him smiling widely.

"K-Kookie-" Taehyung stammered and then brought him closer in. "Hey, don't be- don't be upset, okay?" Taehyung whispered. "If i-it's true, that means-"

"I don't want a-a baby, Tae." Jungkook let out. "Not out of my ass."

"I know, I know you don't. But just do the ultrasound. We can find other resolutions after that." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook bit his lip.

"I'll go with him. Alone." Jin said, taking Jungkook's hand and dragging him inside the small medical room. The door closed behind them, and then Jungkook looked at JIn.

"This is when you tell me this is some elaborate prank on me," Jungkook said curtly, and Jin sighed. "Lie down, Jungkook."

"No-" Jungkook whined, and Jin spanked his butt. Jungkook glared at him. "Stop you'll hurt the baby."

Jin sighed- and Jungkook climbed on top of the bed. Jin took out some medical care he didn't think he'd need at all- the new high tech stuff all the doctors used, and then turned around and looked at Jungkook.

Jungkook was on his knees, face pressed against the bed, ass in the air. "Get it over with," Jungkook said, voice muffled.

"The baby isn't in your ass!!" Jin shouted, and then turned Jungkook around, making him thumb against the bed. Jungkook's eyes were big.

"Jin... I don't wanna be pregnant." Jungkook said, looking at Jin. "I-it's too fast."

"Yeah, I mean you're only 18. I understand that fear-"

"No. No I mean, it's too fast with Tae." Jungkook said, and Jin looked at him. "We've known each other for a few months now and spent so much time together, and gone though so much- but it all feels so less. Too less. I-" Jungkook began and then huffed.

"I thought when we'd go back to Scora, we'd become closer. We'd go to classes together holding hands and study together. W-we'd... we'd get a crappy small apartment together, where Taehyung wakes me up every morning w-with kisses, and- and t-then we cook together and-" Jungkook began, and gripped his shirt tightly, biting his lip.

"And with a baby, you think everyone is going to get sped up and you won't be able to have alone time together?" Jin said softly, and Jungkook nodded, looking up at him.

"I'm 18. He's 20. We h-have the rest of our lives left to spend together. We haven't even been on a first date together, Jin! We- we've done so much together, so much crazy stuff- but I-I kind of wanna do the normal, relationship-y stuff with him now." Jungkook whispered, and then saw Jin give him a small smile.

"Jungkook, I've seen you and Tae, okay? He loves you a lot. And you love him. He's so fucking soft for you, it's ugly. You become a blushing mess in front of him. You two aren't going to change because of this. You'll only grow closer." Jin said, and then lifted Jungkook's t-shirt up to reveal his stomach. "Let me just do this, now. It's best if you find out-"

Jungkook saw Jin putting a hand on his stomach, and then gulped- pushing Jin's hand off. "Jin, no. I can't."

"What?" Jin let out, and Jungkook sat up, shaking his head. "I'm not going to. I know what's going on here. You want to fuck me. But I can't, I'm dating Taehyung. I don't do that cheating stuff anymore-"

"Oh my god SHUT UP!" Jin yelled, and then pushed Jungkook down to make him lie down again. Jungkook whimpered and then felt Jin push his t-shirt up again. "You dumbass I'm doing this for the ultrasound."

"Oh. I thought you were just going to make loud sounds or something." Jungkook said sheepishly, and Jin sighed and then put the gel on his stomach.

Jungkook kept quiet, breathing heavily as Jin finished coating his stomach with it. Jungkook looked at Jin uncertainly, a tense silence in the room. Jin heard a sound and looked at the screen in front of him, where the image was.

"Oh-" Jin let out, and then frowned. "Wait... Oh-" Jin said, eyes growing wide, and then he looked at Jungkook in slight worry.

Jungkook gulped. He shook his head. "D-don't say it..." Jungkook squeaked, and then Jin gulped dryly. "Kookie go out for a bit, I'll tell you the stuff later. I need to figure it out because it's... weird." Jin mumbled, and Jungkook nodded wearily, getting up from the bed and walking out. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his stomach while doing so.

All the others were outside, waiting. Taehyung saw Jungkook and rushed up to him. "What is it?" Taehyung asked, rubbing his hands nervously.

Jungkook looked at him nervously. "I-I don't know yet. Jin says he'll confirm it soon."

"Oh," Taehyung nodded, and then gripped his sides. "You're okay, right?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook nodded.

"Can we just-" Jungkook began, seeing all the others. "Can we just be alone for a bit?" Jungkook asked softly, and Taehyung nodded.

"Of course we can, baby. Come," Taehyung said, taking Jungkook's smaller hand in his and taking him outside the control room. He mouthed some words to Jimin- which he instantly understood, and explained to everyone else that Jin had to confirm later.

Taehyung took Jungkook down the hallway and then into the bedroom. "Tonight's probably going to be our last night on this ship," Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled.

"Thank god, right? It's caused us some real troubles," Jungkook said, and then Taehyung sighed, putting his hand on the wall.

"Eh, I kinda liked it here. I made some really good friends and... well, met you." Taehyung said, and Jungkook put his hands on Taehyung's shirt. Taehyung put his hands on Jungkook's waist.

"Taehyung-" Jungkook began, and then put his head on his chest. "I-I'm scared. I know you w-want a baby, but-but I don't. I-I-"

"Hey," Taehyung whispered, looking at Jungkook through his silver eyes, looking into his softer brown ones. "Don't be scared, baby," Taehyung said, moving strands of his red hair out of his face.

"I'll be happy with whatever outcome, cherry. Honestly." Taehyung said, and Jungkook sniffled.

"Y-yeah but- but w-what if I'm pregnant and then you leave me!" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Baby," Taehyung said, looking at him closely, noses touching. "You know I won't do that. I love you so much, you know that right? You make me so fucking happy, Jungkookie. I feel so- so out of control and helpless and scared without you- but when you're here, I feel so... sure of myself. Of everything." Taehyung said, and Jungkook blinked his big eyes. "I'm in love with you- and I'll be in love with whatever the verdict is."

"I'll be happy if you're not pregnant. But I'll also be happy if you are." Taehyung said gently, nudging their noses together. "If we have a little us toddling around us. With his or her half silver half red infused hair. The baby would have big eyes like you and- and we'd raise them to be the most perfect child," Taehyung whispered. Jungkook smiled a little.

Jungkook kissed him gently, and Taehyung kissed him back. Taehyung pulled away lightly, lips touching. "Does baby want me to pick him up?"

"Y-yes." Jungkook said needily, nodding. Taehyung smiled, he knew him too well. Taehyung picked Jungkook up and sat down on the chair, letting Jungkook sit on his lap.

Jungkook played with Taehyung's grey hair, and Taehyung looked up at him fondly. "H-hey what if... what if things go back to how they were before all of us met?" Jungkook asked, fearful. "I don't wanna go back to who I was, Tae. I like me now. Even t-though you guys get mad at me for being dumb sometimes, I just... at least I don't r-repress my anger and make people scared of me."

"I like you now too," Taehyung said, smiling. "And they won't go back. We know too much about each other. We've spent too much time together to just ignore one another once we're back. This space voyage kind of sucked, but it also created a lot of wonderful relationships."

"Yeah!! Like you and me. And Yoongi and Hoseok. And Lavvie and Jiminie. And you and your new dad!! And Jiminie and you! Best friends! And- and me and Yoongi! He always watches out for me and takes care of me! And Hobi and Jin are now bestest of friends!! And Lav and me! I love her now and she said she'd do my hair for our wedding!! And Namjoon and Jin, they-" Jungkook paused. So did Taehyung.

"What are Namjoon and Jin?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head. Jungkook tilted his head too. "Are they dating? How come we don't know this?"

"Something's off... they've always been close but never kissed nor had any public display of affection. Hmmm..." Taehyung said, looking away. Jungkook giggled at him.

Suddenly the door opened, and both saw Jimin, who just nodded. Taehyung and Jungkook got up, Taehyung holding Jungkook's hand tightly, and both walked to the control room, silent. Jungkook held onto Taehyung's arm tightly, and saw Jin there, holding a piece of paper.

"You can look at it," Jin said, and Jungkook raised his head, smiling.

"I just want to say. I-I'm going to be happy with whatever the outcome is." Jungkook said, and Taehyung smiled at him. Taehyung moved away a bit, so Jungkook could see it first, alone.

Jin gave the paper to Jungkook, and Jungkook turned it over shakily, and then looked at the image.

Everyone was silent, waiting for his reaction. Jungkook's eyes were wide, and he clasped his hand over his mouth, tears rising in his eyes.

"Jungkook? W-what's wrong?" Taehyung asked, rushing over to him. Jungkook sniffled.

"I-I don't know what I'm looking at!" Jungkook cried out, and Jin groaned.

"Oh my god. Okay, look-" Jin said, and then showed everyone the picture. Taehyung's eyes widened.

"There's nothing." Taehyung let out, a small relief in his voice. Jin nodded, and Jungkook let out a sigh of relief as well, hugging Taehyung tightly.

"Yeah. No baby." Jin said, and then looked at Zaivis, who frowned.

"That doesn't make any sense... it seems like-" Zaivis began, and when he realised, he frowned. "Oh no,"

Jin gulped. "What happened?" Namjoon asked, and Jin sighed. "Jungkook did get pregnant. The fetus got formed enough for the uterus to be fully created and functional." Jin explained, and Jungkook tilted his head.

"Then where did the baby go?" Jungkook asked squeakily, and Taehyung's breath hitched. He frowned at Jin, who nodded, knowing Taehyung realized as well.

"A miscarriage?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook tensed, eyes wide. Jin sighed, looking at the paper.

"Yeah. Looking at the timing from when you first has sex to the creation of this womb- it seems like the miscarriage happened during the lava planet explosion thing." Jin said.

"The what?" Zaivis asked, and Jungkook's eyes wavered, looking at Taehyung, who was looking down.

"T-Tae I'm so sorry! I d-didn't know I was-" Jungkook began, and then sniffled. "I-I ruined everything!" Jungkook let out, hands against his face.

"Woah, Jungkook-" Yoongi said, and Jungkook looked at him. "You didn't ruin anything. You didn't know! And honestly, if I were you, I'd be kind of happy with this outcome."

"Why?" Jungkook sniffled, and Taehyung wrapped his arms around his waist. Jungkook looked up at him.

"Because you aren't pregnant now, but the uterus has been formed, which means now you can get pregnant in the future at any time you want when you're comfortable enough," Zaivis said softly, and Jungkook looked at Taehyung, who smiled.

"You hear that, baby?" Taehyung whispered, nudging his nose with Jungkook's. "We can have our own baby in the future!"

Jungkook looked at Taehyung and a small smile reached his face, and he smiled really really big and started giggling. "T-that's- that's amazing!!" Jungkook squealed, and then was about to kiss Taehyung, and then froze.

"Oh my god, what if King Bing finds me?" Jungkook let out, eyes wide. Everyone froze.

"King who?? Girl what the fuck is going on..." Zaivis mumbled. Taehyung giggled.

"He won't! You'll be fine. The only person who's baby you're having is mine." Taehyung whispered, kissing Jungkook's lips. Jungkook giggled into them, and then they all heard a thump.

"Space Nova ZX92 landing in HOME PLANET. Welcome back!" The lady robot's voice came through the speakers, and everyone stilled with eyes wide.

"We're home!" Namjoon let out with a small, and everyone started cheering and hugging each other, going crazy.

"Back to our normal lives! No more of cruising around the galaxy! Back to.... studying.... and... being around annoying people constantly...." Jimin trailed, and then paused. "Fuck, guys. Is it better on this ship?"

"Don't say that, Jimin. We just went through a near death experience, something to write in the books about. It's crazy. Plus- we need to figure some stuff out." Namjoon said.

"Figure what out?" Lav asked.

"Figure out why they send us out on this ship for no goddamn reason," Namjoon growled lowly, and Jungkook preened, biting his lip, blushing lightly. "God he's so hot," Jungkook whispered to Taehyung, who pouted.

"I don't like that you keep talking about Namjoon like th-"

"You deserve it for that whole you and Lav fiasco I had to suffer through. Anyways! Wig, we're back!!" Jungkook squealed, jumping up and down.

The ship slowly went into the blue planet and raced through the atmosphere, until they could see the planet. Funnily, they were landing onto the ship port of University of Space Technology and Exploration. Their university.

They saw themselves landing, all clapping and squealing and cheering as they did, and then finally made a smooth landing onto the platform. Everyone yelled out "Yay!!"

Everyone paused for a bit, and then Yoongi sighed. "I'm really going to miss this ship. And all of you guys. And having to explore space with you."

"Yeah, me too. To define endings-" Hoseok said, raising his hand. Jimin chuckled. "No, to new beginnings!"

"To new beginnings." They cheered, and then all looked at the door of the space ship, which they had to walk off of, and finally go back to their home planet. It was weird. It's like they almost had a small part inside of them that made them want to stay.

As deadly as it was, it was the most fun experience of all of their lives. Nothing like they've ever faced before. And it was ending.

The door opened, and Namjoon walked out of it. When he did, his eyes widened when he saw many reporters, news media people, journalists, and others standing around.

"How was it?" One woman asked, shoving a mic in Namjoon's face.

The people started asking lots of questions, and Namjoon frowned. All 9 of them walked out of the ship, trying to push past them, insisting that they were okay and the trip was okay-

"What's going on?" Taehyung asked, and one of the reporters scoffed.

"What do you mean what's going on? You all of have been gone for 3 years!"

Jungkook's eyes widened. "3 years??" Jungkook let out, realizing all his friends must've graduated by now.

"Everyone please move out. No more questions." A voice from behind shouted, and the reporters all groaned and moved away, looking annoyed. The boys looked at this voice and saw the principal of the University. He smiled at them.

"You've finally made it! We thought you got lost or stranded or worse, died!" He laughed, and Namjoon rose his eyebrow. The dude stopped laughing, gulping. "Okay yes, you have realized something is up and you didn't just go into this ship for no reason. But everything will be explained shortly. First, your family is here-"

"Mom!" Jimin called, rushing up to the older woman, who had tears in her eyes. "Oh Jiminie, I haven't seen you for so long~" She cried out, both hugging tightly. Lav smiled at them, walking up to her.

Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, and Namjoon saw their parents too and rushed up to them, hugging them tightly, all in tears. Taehyung saw Zaivis standing by the door of the ship, looking scared.

"Come down, dad," Taehyung said, and Zaivis gulped. "I don't know. Maybe- maybe I should go back. Maybe your father doesn't-"

"Taehyung," A sharp voice came, one Taehyung understood instantly. Taehyung turned and saw his father, hair more grey now, walking up to him at a fast pace. "You've been gone for, what, 3 years?? Are you out of your mind? Do you know how worried sick I've been-"

"Okay, jeez dad, I didn't do it on purpose!" Taehyung said, and Zaivis looked at the man with wide eyes, gulping.

"M-Michael?" Zaivis let out softly because he looked just like he did 20 years ago, just his hair was whiter, and he'd grown more wrinkles. Michael froze.

Michael turned and saw Zaivis, in his silver skin and dark grey hair, smiling shyly. Michael looked at him with wide eyes. Taehyung took a step back, never having seen his father with so much raw emotion. "Baby?" Michael let out, and Taehyung saw Zaivis smile widely and run up to him.

"I m-missed you so much-" Zaivis let out, and they both rushed up to each other and Michael wrapped his arms around him tightly, so so tightly. Taehyung saw tears in his father's eyes and let out a smile. He'd ."never seen him cry before.

"O-oh m-my god," Michael stammered, eyes watering. "I t-thought you w-would never come back-"

"Your son found me. Found us." Zaivis whispered, and then smiled. "I-I still love you so much," Zaivis said, and Michael sniffled and pressed their lips together, holding his waist tightly. "I love you too. I've t-thought about you every single d-day-" Michael stammered, and Zaivis sniffled into his chest.

Taehyung stood beside them, shy. Michael looked at him, smiling. "Thank you so much," Michael said, and Taehyung smiled. He'd never seen his father look so happy, so loving. Michael brought his hand out, and Zaivis grabbed Taehyung into their group hug.

"Our son," Zaivis said, kissing Taehyung's forehead. Michael kissed his head too, and Taehyung felt tears grow in his eyes. A family.

Jungkook looked around, wondering why he was the only one whose parents weren't here. Jungkook was disappointed- but then gasped when he saw his mom.

"M-mommy!" Jungkook let out, seeing the older woman with her white hair, strict face. Jungkook rushed up to her, smiling widely. "Mommy I-I thought you f-forgot about me-"

She walked right past him. Jungkook froze. Jungkook turned around, frowning. "Mommy?" Jungkook asked in a small voice.

The woman stilled and then turned around, and Jungkook saw her take the Bluetooth out of her ear. "Oh, sorry Jungkook. I didn't see you there. I haven't seen you in ages, darling. You should call home sometime." She said, pinching his chin, and then turned around and continued walking- talking into her Bluetooth about work.

Jungkook froze. "I-I was gone 3 years." Jungkook squeaked and then felt moisture growing beneath his eyes. He saw his dad in the distance with his mom, and then rid himself of his tears. "Daddy!" Jungkook said, and his father looked at him. "D-Daddy look!! I'm back! I was g-gone for so long!" Jungkook said in a higher voice, rushing up to them.

"Jungkook! Wow, haven't seen you in ages it seems." His father said, and Jungkook rushed up to them and hugged his mom tightly.

"Mommy I missed you-" Jungkook began, and her mom grimaced and pushed him off. "Please, Jungkook. Don't mess up my clothes." She irked in annoyance, and Jungkook stepped back, gulping. "S-sorry," Jungkook said, and then looked at his dad.

"Daddy I'm back! D-did you miss me?" Jungkook asked excitedly- knowing his father said not to hug him because it'd crease his shirt. Jungkook gulped when he saw his father looking at his phone, checking his emails. "D-daddy? Did- did you miss-"

"Sorry Jungkook, we've got to go. Your brother's gotten promoted at work! How amazing. We'll see you some other time." His father said and then walked away with his mother, both ignoring Jungkook and leaving, talking about their other son.

Jungkook paused for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what happened. He felt tears fill his big eyes, and fall down his cheeks. Jungkook looked down, lips unable to hold in his cries. Jungkook put his hands to his face and began crying, wondering why his parents didn't care about him, even though he'd been gone 3 years.

"Hey, buttercup," A soft voice came, and Jungkook turned around and saw Zaivis smiling. "Come here." He said, and Jungkook rushed up to him and then felt Zaivis wrap his arms around him. Jungkook cried into his shoulder.

"You don't need your stupid family, Jungkookie. If you ever have any problems you can always call me, okay?" Zaivis whispered gently, and Jungkook sniffled at him.

"T-thank you." Jungkook squeaked and then smiled, closing his eyes. "A-and thank you for making Taehyung happy."

"Cherry," A soft voice came, and Jungkook turned around and saw Taehyung. Jungkook rushed up to him, and Taehyung picked him up with ease, letting the boy wrap his legs and arms around him. He really really needed that cradling right now. "Oh, baby- I'm here, okay? Your parents suck. Forget about them."

"I-I love you. And your gay dads." Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung chuckled, seeing his dads in the side, Zaivis with his hands on Michael's shirt, and Michael smiling brightly with his hands on Zaivis' waist. "I love you and them too," Taehyung whispered, kissing Jungkook's cheek.

✭

Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin stood in the University Board Room, standing in front of a bunch of old men in suits.

"Well, see- the thing is," One of the men began, coughing.

"Don't make up some bullshit." Jin snapped. "You sent 7 kids out into space with absolutely nothing! What for?"

"Look- the truth is, 3 years ago, our galactic navy was in the dumps. People who'd trained for years and years couldn't last more than 3 days in space. Especially not in the deep end. Some weird shit kept happening." One of the men said, and the boys frowned.

"So a scientist decided to hold a... social psychology experiment of kinds." Another man said, hands folded in front of him. "Decided to see what exactly was going wrong with the new generations- why it was that we kept losing groups of people in space."

"Social psychology experiment??" Taehyung asked, and the man sighed.

"The scientist, that crazy lady who put you into the ship, decided it'll be smart to put 7 random young adults into- into a ship. With no equipment, no backup, nothing. We saw if they'd survive. The scientist kept insisting that you would! That the extra tablets and maps are simply distractions, and the true essence of a space voyage is friendship and love or some crap."

Namjoon gulped, looking at the rest of the boys, who looked stunned. "So we threw you into that ship! We arranged for your map to get corrupted, tablets to get stolen, etc. We didn't think you'd make it. We looked at you through cameras for a year.... but-"

"But?" Jimin asked. One of the men turned red. "You guys k-kept having sex so we turned the cameras off." He mumbled, and all 7 of the boys blushed.

"He means us," Jungkook whispered to Taehyung, who hissed at him to be quiet. The old men continued.

"Look- we honestly didn't think you'd make it alive. I mean we thought you'd run out of fuel instantly or get kidnapped or get fucked by tentacles and be forced to make babies!"

"I'm confused, does that happen a lot or something?" Hoseok asked, and the men sighed aloud. "A lot more than you'd expect."

"This is still all kinds of fucked up. We came close to dying at least 87 BILLION times! This is so unethical! How did they allow this?" Taehyung snapped.

"We didn't." One of the men said. "The scientist forced you in there- and then we realized there was simply no way of getting you back, so we might as well go forth with the experiment anyway."

"So you thought we would die and we didn't?" Namjoon asked, and the men nodded. One of them sat up, smiling.

"It's absolutely crazy. It's changed a lot for us. We sent groups of 50 people- but now we're planning to send smaller groups. And those groups should be friends. And those friends should be close. That's the only way you 7 made it alive, we concluded."

"This is still really weird. Didn't the media react badly?" Jimin asked.

"We told them you knew you were in an experiment and chose to go along with it. Anyways, boys! Don't be upset! Look at it in a positive way. I mean- you discovered a big chunk of the galaxy which was previously uncharted territory! You made our alliances closer with several planets! A certain king from some planet wants to come to ours and greet us with brownies or something-"

"Don't!" Jungkook cried. "Please. Don't let him here. He WILL eat you." Jungkook said, and the man hesitated.

"Okay, anyways. You boys needn't worry. This has only boosted your futures! You've all gotten accepted into the galactic navy already!" The man chuckled. "After you finish university, you can begin working there in an instant! At high positions too!"

"Wow. I-I guess that's good. This is still fucked up and could have killed us and we're very upset- but yeah, that's good." Jin said, and the men chuckled.

"Go out, now. Enjoy your lives back at home." The principal said, and the seven boys hummed and walked out of the room, all silent. They were silent all the way down the building until they were outside.

"That's so weird. They were watching us?? Ugh, that's weird." Jimin said, shuddering.

"But I guess we proved that love DOES prevail technological advancements," Yoongi said, and Hoseok laughed.

"We changed the galactic navy. We're heroes now, you guys." Hoseok said, and Namjoon hummed.

"Things will go back to normal, I guess. I mean we'll go back to our regular classes, regular friends, regular.... everything." Namjoon said, and Jin chuckled.

"Yeah. We didn't even know each other before this- and now..." Jin trailed and then paused.

There was a small silence, and then Taehyung hummed. "Well. It was fun hanging out with you guys for 3 months straight. As much as it sucked being near to death, I wouldn't want to do it with anyone other than you guys."

All of them smiled, and then Jimin cleared his throat. "Yeah. I've got to get home, catch up with studied and stuff." Jimin said.

"Me too," Yoongi said, and Hoseok sighed. "Me too."

"Do you think we'll stay friends?" Jungkook piped in a small voice. Yoongi patted his back.

"I don't know, Kook. We didn't know each other before, I guess things are going to back to that." Yoongi said, and Jungkook nodded, looking at Taehyung, who put his hand on Jungkook's back.

"Okay. Seems like this is the end of us. Bye." Namjoon said, and they all hesitated for a second, and then nodded, and waved at each other, turning around.

Taehyung and Jungkook began walking one way, Yoongi and Hoseok one way, Jimin another way, Jin another way, and Namjoon another way. They all walked a few steps away from each other, and then-

There was a pause. Jimin turned around. "Say, do you guys want to go out for lunch?"

"Absolutely!" Jungkook said, running back over to them. Taehyung smiled and ran back over too.

"Yeah. Also, forget that 'things going back to normal' crap. Let's be best friends and eat food together every day. Fuck it- let's start a fucking singing plus dancing plus rapping group together!" Yoongi said, and Taehyung chuckled.

"Okay, you're going a little overboard here. Us being some kind of idol k-pop boy group? Sounds super weird." Taehyung laughed, and so did all the boys.

"No but seriously. I love you guys. Who cares if we're off the ship- we don't have to change!" Namjoon said, and Jin nodded with a smile.

"Group hug!!" Jungkook squealed, and then they all groaned, but hugged each other anyway, trying to hide their bright, grateful, tenderhearted, happy smiles.

✫  ✬  ✭  ✬  ✫

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[alexiela73]

Hello dear~ I am new to this request thing but I would love to see Hanzo, 76,Genji,and Reaper(separate) in love with or courting a fluffy(bigger gal who is about 5'8 a little taller then most gals) southern who is a huge sweetheart! who is a healer but if not that's fine~ She loves them no matter what they do or did and loves showing them how much she care with gifts (like crocheted items and homemade tea) and honest sweet compliments! She may sneak in some hugs if she can! Thank you so much!!

Just wanna say, not only did I accidentally delete this once but I got carried away twice and it still did not end up exactly how it should have. Definitely veered off the request path a bit but its still kind of cute and I…I hope you still love it.

Hanzo:

When Hanzo first met you, he had no interest in you. Not right away anyway.

To be fair though, Hanzo really has no interest in anyone. People are just a bunch of faces, and half are rude, deceitful or liars. So he usually just doesn’t notice anyone…including woman.

What first brought his attention to you was when McCree struck up a conversation with you. You were sitting at a table in a small diner that was beside you, sitting on your laptop as you typed away.

Hanzo was focused on stirring his tea, but after a few minutes he finally began to tune in. Your voice had a soft lilt, and as he studied you, Hanzo found the soft southern lilt of your voice and the way your eyes sparkled like jewels to be rather enchanting. No thoughts of your size flitted across his mind, no comparisons to any other woman he'd ever met. He was simply entranced with your voice.

When you giggled at something McCree said, Hanzo finally started to get into the conversation, to Jesse's surprise. Hanzo thought you were intelligent, and liked how you spoke so passionately about your work in computer programming.

Jesse got your number at the end of the meal, almost two hours later. The three of you had been talking the whole time, though with McCree noticed the way Hanzo watched you with interest, he kind of backed off a bit. God forbid he try and steal the limelight from Hanzo when he finally has interest in an actual human being.

The three of you ended up meeting a few more times. It was really cute, because every time you all met up, you'd hand them both a small wrapped gift of cookies or sweets. McCree had noticed the way you glanced shyly at Hanzo whenever you handed it to him, or how you'd watch eagerly to see if Hanzo really enjoyed it.

The more time you spent together, Hanzo found himself falling for you harder and harder. He started noticing little details about you. The way your ears went pink when you were embarrassed. The way you spoke quickly and mumbled whenever you unsure of yourself. The fierceness with which you spoke about things that mattered to you. The shine in your eyes when you spoke of the past.

One day, he finally broke. “Y/n,” he said, pulling you to the side as the three of you neared the end of your walk through the park “If possible…would you be opposed to me courting you?”

For a moment you both blinked. Jesse face palmed at his stiff composure, while you simply looked stunned.

“You…you want to date me?” you squeaked, smoothing your shirt down. Like usual, your ears turned pink as you blushed heavily.

Hanzo stared at you quite intently, taking your hand in his with gentleness. “I do. I think your enchanting,” Hanzo admitted, and a smile teased the corner of his lips. “Exquisite.”

Ducking your head, you couldn’t believe what he was saying. You were a fluffier girl, with large hips and enough cellulite on your thighs that some women would explode over. ”You can’t mean that. I…I’m not really that pretty. Even i know that…”you said softly.

Taking your chin gently, Hanzo lifted your face. “I think you are beautiful. And if you are talking about your body…” Hanzo’s hands moved down to cup your waist, the warmth of his hands sending a tingle through you as he pulled you closer. “Your body is beautiful too. I see no imperfections before me,” Hanzo insisted, thumbs rubbing soft circles against you.

A shuddery breath left your lips. This was the first time a man, and one so beautiful, had ever spoke to you like this. Yet when you looked into his eyes, they seemed to hold conviction. 

“O-okay,” you whispered. “…I would love that. A lot…..”

A smile spread across his face, and he brushed his lips across your forehead in a soft kiss that left you weak in the knees. ”Thank you,” he murmured.

A cough sounded beside you, and Jesse rolled his eyes. “Can we get going? I”m happy for you and all but its getting mighty chilly out here,” he said and with a laugh, the three of you left the park.

76:

The two of you have been together for almost seven months now

It had been a shock to you when he had first asked you out, and at first you’d thought it had been a joke. But he’d been persistent and you were delighted to agree.

Your weight really didn’t hold you back, nor did it bother you much. Rarely did you look in the mirror and frown, as you had been raised to be confident in yourself. And Jack seemed to have no problem, so why should you?

That didn’t mean you didn’t have your days though, nor those little thoughts niggling at the back of your mind, worrying about your weight and if you were ugly or not.

One time the two of you had planned on a big date, to celebrate making it to half a year together. Jack had it all planned out, and you were excited.

Deciding to go out, you wanted to buy a new dress for the occasion. Like any other woman, you liked to dress up for special occasions and you wanted to look good when he picked you up.

In the mall, you found this beautiful pearl gray dress that had a skirt that flared at the waist to the knees, and no back. It was a bit bolder, but you decided you really liked it and that it would work.

After purchasing the dress, you noticed at a shop across the hall that held a pair of shoes you should would look lovely with the dress. Hurrying over, you gingerly picked up a slipper and studied it.

Snickers caught your attention. There was a group of three women not far away, whispering to each other…except their whispers weren’t quiet enough.

“Its that girl again,” said one, rolling her eyes. “She knows that dresses are meant for pretty people, right?”

Another one, a blonde, covered her mouth and snickered again. “It was like watching a hippo try to get into a dress. Jeez, maybe if she laid off all the burgers…nah, she’d still probably look like that,” she said and the three of them laughed.

You stood frozen in place. It had been a long time since someone had commented on your weight, and the comments of those women had torn at your heart. They were laughing at you, you thought. A hippo…

“Oh my god…she’s crying…do you think she heard us?” whispered one girl to another in alarm.

After a moment you touched your cheek and felt the wetness of your tears…it had been awhile since you’d cried over something like your weight. With a sob, you dropped the shoe and went home.

The afternoon was spent crying in your bed. After exhausting yourself with your crying, you drifted in and out of sleep, the mean comments plaguing you. You didn’t even realize the time till the doorbell rang. 

When you didn’t answer, Jack walked in. Searching the house, he finally turned on your bedroom light and relaxed. “Oh, there you are. I thought you’d forgotten about the…” he stopped as you sat up, and noted how puffy your face was, the pink of your eyes and the faint mascara marks that you had tried to wipe away earlier.

“What happened? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, hurrying over and he sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. Fresh tears filled your eyes, threatening to spill. “Oh, baby, please don’t…don’t cry, sweetheart, please…”

Immediately he cupped your face gently, pressing his forehead to yours.

Letting out a ragged breath, finally you whispered, “Why did you choose to date me, Jack? Why me, out of everyone? There are…so many women who are prettier and thinner and look good…” 

For a moment he said nothing. It made him angry to think anyone had said something mean to you, but he was more in disbelief that someone had managed to tear down your self confidence and happiness so easily.

“Y/n, I want you to listen carefully,” Jack says softly, “You are beautiful. Every inch of you. There is nothing about you or your body that I do not adore. I don’t want a small girl. If I wanted a smaller girl, I would go date one. There is only one you and that is the woman I want.”

You let out a soft sob at his words, and buried your face into his shoulder. Jack cradled you, stroking your hair tenderly. “I’m in love with an angel, you know. She’s sexy, with these thick curves and this long hair and a smile that lights up a room,” he says softly, and he smiled softly as you cried harder, but he could see the smile tugging slightly at your lips at his mushy words. “She’s all I want. Your all I want.”

It was sweet of him. It took a bit, but finally you got yourself ready for the date. You calmed down a bit, and during dinner Jack spent the time talking to you about how perfect you were and what he’d fallen for.

From this point I have to try to make it a bit smaller cuz I’m just getting too out of hand, and taking too long writing this.

Genji:

The two of you started out as best friends before you began to date

You were the first one to make a move. You’d had a crush on him for awhile, and you wanted to know if he might feel the same way for you…so you mustered up the courage and asked him out.

You were prepared, for there was a good chance he’d say no. But to your surprise and delight, Genji agreed without hesitation.

At first, it didn’t feel like there was really any change to your relationship. The two of you weren’t acting any different, except for the shy glances you’d send him.

Then slowly, the two of you began to flirt more and more, and you’d be holding hands or cuddling. The closer you both became, the more you feel for each other.

You loved hugging Genji. Surprise hugs were your favorite, especially since it was hard to actually sneak up on him

Genji never had a problem with your weight, and commented often on how beautiful his girlfriend was. The first time you both made love, he worshipped every inch of you. You were so scared that he’d hate looking at your body, especially when he saw the stretch marks

But he lavished you in love and could only remark on how despite thinking you couldn’t get any more gorgeous, he had been proven wrong.

One time Zarya tried to convince you to join her gym program, saying that it would help you lose weight. After dating Genji so long, you found that you had a renewed sense of confidence in yourself, and that you loved the body he obviously cherished 

“No thank you,” you’d said to her, and before you could convince her, a second pair of arms had slid around your waist out of no where. Giggling, you realize he had caught you in his own surprise hug.

“I second that,” he says, hands stroking your waist as he pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “I like her just the way she is.”

Unable to come up with any better excuse, Zarya had left the two of you alone and Genji had taken you back to his room. As the two of you got into bed, ready for another tender round…

“Are you sure?” you asked softly, staring up at him. Your cheeks were pink, still unused to how to felt to show your naked form to him. Did he ever doubt his decision to be with you?

“Sure about what? About you?” he asks, before he gives you a rakish smile and presses kisses along your collar bone. “Always. I’ve never been more sure about anything or anyone in my life.” There was no hesitation in his answer.

Your heart melted when hearing such things from him. 

Reaper:

The two of you started dating one night in Overwatch, before he became Reaper. 

The women of Overwatch and Blackwatch were desperately for a break and some kind of celebration. So together, they had come up with a party to have at the base for everyone to attend.

Gabe had noticed you weeks and weeks before. You were cute, he thought, and he liked how shy you were. But more, he liked your kindness. You were always carrying around gifts for others, or helping others when they were sad.

The night of the dance, Gabe finally decided to go. The party was outside, and was huge. Lights were everywhere, a few tables with food off to the side. Music played and in the middle was the dance floor. Even Winston was dancing, Tracer giggling as she followed in suit.

His eyes scanned the crowd as he grabbed a glass of punch, downing it quickly. Where were you…

When his eyes found you, his heart raced wildly in his chest. You sat off to the side, wearing a long straight black dress that hugged your waist and thighs. You looked beautiful and wore a white coat that suited the dress.

No one sat with you, and he could see you looking longingly at the dance floor. How you wished someone would dance with you, or even sit and chat with you…you worked as one of the many assistants in the base.

Gabe, after a moment of getting a grip on himself, managed to pull himself together and walked over, wearing a dress shirt and pants, and even a red tie. 

When you saw him, your cheeks flushed and you looked shocked as he stood before you and offered you a hand. “Hey,” he said, giving you a crooked grin. “Um…care to dance?”

For a moment you stared at his hand. Then you let out a breath and took it, letting him lead you to the dance floor. You were surprised when his hands cupped your full waist, and he pulled you right against him without any kind of hesitation.

“Your confident,” you managed, managing a smile. Were most men as gorgeous as he was?

“Have to be, otherwise I have no chance with women as beautiful as you,” Gabe said with a wink, twirling you around.

Letting out a laugh, you were surprised by his words. “As beautiful as me? That’s not hard. I guess your just warming up for the prettier girls, right? Lets see…” you looked around, before pointing at a blonde you knew was a medic. “She looks like more your type.”

Gabe glanced over. “Angela? No. Not my type. Too mom-like. I like girls with spunk and a bit of meat on their bones,” Gabe said. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him quizzically. Was he joking??

“I doubt it. Men who look like you don’t date girls like me. You probably don’t even know who I am,” you said, shaking your head. “Or my age or what I do for a living-”

“Don’t call me a stalker, but your y/n. You are twenty seven and you work as one of Winstons many assistants in the computer labs,” Gabe says and pauses, before smiling sheepishly. “This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed you. Its just the first time I’ve been able to ask you to dance.”

It stunned you. The man knew who you were, what your name was. He’d taken the time to find out before this evening…he had planned this all along?

“Oh,” you breathed.

“So, um….what do you say about me taking you out to dinner sometime?” he asked, still dancing with you even when the song has ended. “Would you consider-”

“Yes,” you say immediately, your heart beating wildly.

A grin spread across his face. “Perfect. So, um, I plan to dance with you all evening…hope you don’t mind. I just don’t get this lucky often,” he says and winks at you.

With a soft laugh, you twirled once more in his arms. “Neither do I,” you murmur softly.

[irish-nlessing]

Can we have a blurb where you are pregnant and you and niall fight about breastfeeding because you don't wanna do it.

“It’s my body, Niall! Why are you being like this?”

“Of course it’s your body, but it’s OUR baby!  Why won’t you just talk to me about it?”

You slammed your dresser drawer shut hard enough to knock over one of the framed snapshots lining the top surface.  You let out a sigh and rubbed your hand over your swollen belly.  The argument over breast feeding had been going on for weeks.  You’d talked with your doctor about it and she had assured you that it was your choice and that as long as the baby was being fed, that’s all that mattered.  Niall however, had been appalled that you weren’t even willing to try nursing the baby.  He’d been sending you links to medical journals and parenting blogs eschewing the benefits of breastmilk.

You straightened the collapsed frame and wiped at a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks.  Looking down over your protruding belly, you trailed one of your equally swollen fingers down a fresh set of red stretch marks mapping out your skin like angry tributaries.  You had a matching set of blue varicose veins on your ankles from the pressure of the baby, and last week you’d peed your pants.  Twice.  Niall was sat on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands.  He looked as handsome as the day you’d walked down the aisle nearly four years ago.  The broad planes of his back were still smooth and dusted with freckles.  His eyes still a bright bright blue that sparkled when he laughed.   He could have any woman in the world.  But he was stuck with you and all the collateral damage happening to your body.  

You clutched the pair of socks in your hand and waddled back to your side of the bed.  At 36 weeks pregnant everything you tried to do took three times as long as normal.  Getting into bed was at least a four step process now.  You heaved yourself onto the mattress and adjusted the body pillows and back support wedges until you were comfortable.  Niall scooted himself back against the headboard and crossed his arms in a huff.  You could feel his gaze on you, but you knew as soon as you met his eyes the yelling would start all over again. All you wanted was to put your socks on.  

You leaned forward as far as possible but couldn’t quite reach your toes.  You shifted to the side a bit and brought your leg underneath you as far as you could.  You were just able to slip the sock around your toes when you bent forward another inch and felt hot bile rise in your throat.  Sitting up quickly you grabbed for the ever-present bottle of water on the nightstand.  You took  few sips and reclined on the pillows.  And that’s when the real waterworks started.  

When your frustrated whimpers turned to full blown sobs Niall crawled over to you and placed his hand on your belly.

“What’s wrong?  Are you ok? Baby ok? Did you have a contraction? Hey, babe please you hafta talk to me.  What’s wrong?”  Niall’s voice was nearly panicked. He knew you were upset, he was too.  Emotions had been running high all day but these seemed like something different.  It was a painful cry he hadn’t heard before.

You flopped your hands uselessly down to your side and groaned.  “I’m fine.  Baby’s fine.  It was the heartburn again.  I leaned over too far and it felt like a thousand suns burning my throat and I’ve got a headache from the crying and a runny nose, and…and I just wanted to put some fucking socks on!”  Your cries started up again and you wiped at your face with the sleeve of your frumpy maternity pajamas.

When you opened your eyes Niall had shuffled down the mattress and was carefully pulling your socks over your puffy toes and past the blue patches on your widened ankles.  He grabbed another pillow and propped your ankles up slightly, muttering.  “Gotta keep em elevated.  Doctor said it’ll help with the veins and the swelling.”

“I’m a monster.”

Your voice came out in nearly a whisper.  There was a beat of deafening silence and then you felt the mattress dip next to you and Niall pulled your hand away from your face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Just forget it.”

Niall’s brow furrowed and he shook his head defiantly.  “No, m’not gonna forget it.  You gotta talk to me, lover.”

You took in a shaky breath and looked away from him.  You couldn’t bear to start listing all your insecurities while looking at his obnoxiously gorgeous face.

“It’s just….I don’t feel….everything is just a mess.  I’m a mess.”  You had so many things you wanted to say but they were tangled in your head and reluctant to come to the surface.

“Sweetie I don’t understand.  I don’t think you’re a mess.  Why do you think you’re a mess?  We got the nursery done, the baby showers are over, we did the hospital tour.  All we gotta do now is pop out the kid.  Well, you gotta pop it out. But still, you know what I mean.”

You started to feel a twinge of anger in your chest.  It was easy for him to say these things.  Easy for him to go on day to day.  His world hadn’t been flipped upside down and out of his control.  

“I just hate my body.  Ok?  I know I should be happy that I’m growing a healthy baby Niall, but I’m a fucking disaster!  My belly is covered in stretch marks!  They don’t go away, Niall.  Did you know that?  Did you know that it takes YEARS for them to fade?  Did you know that all this skin doesn’t just GO BACK to being tight?  I’ve seen pictures of women with body types just like mine.  Their stomachs look like a fucking shrunken orange peel.  And don’t even get me started on what happens after I PUSH A BABY OUT OF MY VAG!”

Niall was staring at your complete meltdown his eyes blown wide and his mouth slowly opening and closing in shock.  

You barreled on, the words falling from your mouth faster than you could think.  “It’s not going to be the same afterwards.  You’re probably not gonna get to say ‘oh darlin’ so fuckin’ tight for me aren’t ya?’ anymore!  Niall scowled at your terribly Irish accent and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like, “I don’t sound like that.”

You took a deep breath and dropped the final bomb.  “I don’t want to breastfeed the baby because I just want ONE part of my body not to be ruined.  Everything else is going to be wrecked and you love my tits, Ni.  You LOVE them.  And maybe if those stay the same you’ll ignore all the other things that got ruined and you won’t leave me.”

A fresh wave of sobs escaped from your chest as the hot shame of your feelings crawled over your skin.  Niall sat perfectly still with his hands clenched into fists at his sides.  His face was pinched and drawn, like he’d been punched in the gut.  His voice was scratchy and choked.  He hung his head down and shook it back and forth slowly.

“Is that really what you think?”

You sighed and looked over at his crumpled figure.  When he lifted his head the blue in his eyes had dulled to a steel grey and they were shiny with emotion.

Your lip continued to quiver and you nodded slowly.  Niall ran his hands over his face and finally looked back up at you.   He laced his fingers with yours and ran his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.

“I don’t care what you look like.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes but he jerked your hand slightly to get your attention.

“Hey!  I. Don’t. Care.”  

He shuffled up next to you and cupped your face in his enormous palms.  He wiped away the stray tears and pressed a kiss to your lips.  “I love you so so so much.  Don’t you get that?”  he pulled away and searched your face to make sure you understood.  You tipped your head back against the pillows in defeat.

“I know you do, but how’re you supposed to get turned on by me when my body’s a complete wreck?  It’s not the body you fell in love with.”

Niall pursed his lips and seemed to search for the right words.  “That’s because I didn’t fall in love with your body, ya nutter.  I fell in love with YOU.  How could I not love the body that’s making me a da?”  He pulled his hands away from your face and lifted up the front of your pajamas.  He traced the pink and red marks running down your skin and pressed kisses across your belly.  “I’m lookin’ at you and i don’t see ugly marks.  I see where your belly worked so so hard to grow around the baby you let me give you.  And if they don’t go away, and the skin looks bad, it doesn’t fucking matter.  You know why?”

He looked up at you to make sure you were paying attention.  “Because that’s where our baby lived.  That’s where you kept him or her safe and cared for.  And I know this sounds corny as hell, but there’s nothing sexier than that.”

Your eyes softened at his words and your chest tightened with how full of emotion you felt.  When the corners of your lips pulled up slightly he leaned in and kissed at your mouth gently until you had relaxed into his embrace.

“Besides.  M’not worried about you shoving a kid outta there.  Pretty sure the ol’ Niallator will still fuck ya good and proper.”

You pulled back from him with your face twisted in disgusted annoyance. He had a wide, shit-eating grin spread across his face and his eyes had turned back to their normal sparkling sky blue. You shoved at his chest earning a loud cackle from him.

“Oh my god I actually hate you.  You’re the worst!”

He sidled up next to you and pulled you into his chest.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead and ran his hand soothingly over your belly.

“No ya don’t.  You love me.  And I love you.”

You watched his hand caress circles over your prominent belly, the light shining off the simple silver band on his ring finger.  The one that meant forever.

“Um, Niall?”  He hummed in response.  You bit at your lip and placed your hand over his.  “Send me some of those links again, would you?  I think I wanna try nursing.  Maybe.”

Niall squeezed you tightly and kissed along your hairline.  “Course darlin’.  Thank you.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, letting the self-inflicted stress bleed away with every touch of his hands on your body.

“No Ni, thank you.”