#i woke up from a nap an hour ago but oh fuck i want to go back to sleep

[noxtivagus]

christmas break FINALLY YEAH 🫶🏼

[reallyromealone]

Title: Accidental mating

Fandom: criminal minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Chapter: one

Warnings: male reader, omega verse, mpreg, enemies to lovers, Omega male reader

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(name) woke to voices, muffled and distant as he snuggled into the nest, cum leaking from him as he stared off "Hey, Hun" a female voice spoke out and (name) focused his bleary eyes to see Prentiss crouching before him "You handled this well, kid" she said softly "think you can get up?" She asked and (name) shakily stood up, hips burning and Hickeys and Bite marks everywhere "Wow, you two went at each other" she teased and (name) glared, though he wouldn't admit it it was one of the better fucks he had in a while.

(Name) walked out into the living room to see the team, the assistant groaning in embarrassment as his boss swiftly checked him over worried "I should have checked the calendar, his ruts next week-- well it was supposed to be next week" he said worried and (name) just sighed "can we just pretend this didn't happen? It was an accident, one was claimed and I frankly just wanna go home and take a nap" he said simply, the team looked worried, Spencer refusing to make eye contact with the Omega that he had speared on his cock a few hours ago, he couldn't believe he accidentally shared a rut with (name).

The two were constantly at each other's throats, bickering about something or another--- frankly, the team thought they fought like a married couple. (Name) and Reid avoided one another like it was the plague, neither wanting to deal with the other or even thinking of bringing up what they call the "incident" and giving looks if anyone dared bring it up.

"Again?" Prentiss asked confused and (name) sighed as he sipped water "Yeah, I think I'm coming down with something..." He didn't wanna be sick, it was the last thing he needed "Well make sure to rest up" she said as (name) went to bring a coffee to hotch, Prentiss quickly went to Penelope"ok I might be wrong but I think (name) might be--'"--pregnant? Oh absolutely, he could barely stomach the smell of (drink) and he drinks it as he breathes it" the hacker said not even surprised at the concept of pregnancy, it had been weeks since the "incident" and the two worried about how it would go, it was too late for him to get an abortion this late.

"How do we bring this up?" Prentiss whispered as Morgan came to drop off papers to Penelope "Bring what up?"

"(Name)s pregnancy to (name)"

"/what/" the three halted as Spencer looked horrified at their words "he's pregnant?!" The Alpha did the math in his head before rushing to find the Omega "Reid!" Morgan tried to stop him but it was too late, the brunette was gone.

"(Name)!" Reid hissed out as he found the Omega alone in the breakroom, working on some stuff as Hotch had a meeting and his desk was in his office "What Ried" the other man said disinterested as he looked up to the seething Alpha "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?! Why did you keep it?!"

"Ried what the hell are you talking about, I'm not pregnant"

"What?"

"As far as I'm aware I'm not pregnant..."

"Thank god, fucking thank god!"

"I haven't done a test or anything but I don't think I am, wow so relieved not to parent with me are we?"

Ried rolled his eyes before speaking "Well now that that's sorted--" but I should take a test... I have been nauseous..."

"Pardon?"

"It's better to be safe"

Three pregnancy tests stood before them, a timer for each as (name) fidgeted, playing calm but Spencer could read him. He was nervous. Anxious even.

"If I am... Pregnant, you don't have to take custody, no child support or anything" (name) 's voice was barely above A whisper "I know co-parenting with me would be the last thing you would ever want" Spencer looked at him confused but remembered his reaction earlier, the Omega couldn't break away from the sticks as the timer went off. "Pregnant...pregnant... Pregnant" (name) 's voice was watery as he realized that yes, he was pregnant.

Pregnant with the most pretentious asshole he ever met.

"I'll take responsibility"

"What?" (Name) was on the verge of tears as his emotions were building "I'll take responsibility, they're my kid too"

"A-alright..." (Name) whispered as he shakily took the pregnancy tests put them in the plastic bag from the store and walked out, currently figuring out what he was going to do, he was an unmarried and not mated pregnant Omega, he would need a bigger apartment... Oh god, he needed to get things in order...

(--e), (--me)... (Name)!" (Name) jolted out of his thoughts as Hotch looked at him worried, his assistant looking like he had gone through hell as he tried getting back into a work mindset "O-oh! Sorry sir!" He said nervously and he was so thankful to be wearing scent blockers so the whole floor didn't reek of anxiety and panic" Are you alright?" He asked with genuine worry and (name) swollowed "I-I... Could I talk to you in your office?"

Spencer came out of the staff room looking panicked as he spotted Morgan and rushed to him "I have a problem" he said rushing as he led Morgan to an empty corner "What's up pretty boy?" The other alpha was worried for his close friend "I-I got (name) pregnant, I fucked up" Morgan had a feeling this was coming, his best friend panicked and stressed "Hey, what happened between you two was an accident but what you two gotta do now is figure out how to not go at each other's throats for this kid" he said softly to the genius who looked even more stressed on how he was going to interact with (name).

"That baby is gonna need two functional parents, especially during the pregnancy, I'm not saying be besties just... Stop pointing out every mistake he makes" something Reid did specifically to annoy (name), "maybe be nice to him... You may see good results"

"I'm pregnant" (name) said barely above a whisper and Hotch looked beside himself, guilt evident on his face "I'm so sorry... If I hadn't sent you--"Sir, permission to speak freely?"

"Granted"

"You are the best boss I have ever had and if I hear you blame yourself for something no one could have expected, I will throw my shoe at you" (name) said simply and the Alpha chuckled "You have been hanging around Garcia to much" the room felt lighter and (name) looked at him seriously "would you be a godparent? Over these years working with you, I have seen you as a very close friend and it would mean the world to me"

"(Name), I would be honored to be that pup godfather"

(Name) spent the week during his free time looking for apartments, sighing as he was rejected time after time, a pregnant single Omega wasn't something many renters wanted to rent out to...

"What are you doing?" Spencer raised an eyebrow at the other who glanced up "Apartment hunting, I need space for the pup" (name) was just starting to show slightly, the Omega putting plans in motion for his pup and how his life will project "I was wondering... Do you want to join me for my first ultrasound?" (Name) asked softly, the Omega extending an olive branch to the Alpha... "You want me there?" Spencer asked softly and (name) sighed "They're your pup too"

"Y-yeah... I guess"

"My appointment is at 2:45 pm on Tuesday, planned parenthood, if you're late I won't let you come to another one"

"Fair enough"

[bloodynereid]

Navy Blue Ink

part 2

pairing: major john 'bucky' egan x fem! reader

tw: some angst, mentions of death, war, swearing, mentions of alcohol, the usual stuff idk it's sort of fluffy but also not really, both think it's unrequited love/platonic love (they're dumbasses (affectionate)), dogs??

description: when john actually sets it up right.

a/n: yeah idk something possessed me to write this, i was lying in my bathtub this morning and was like yup need to write this ASAP. apologies if john is sort of ooc, i haven't written for him before and i haven't written in a while so yeah! also i have so many requests atm but i decided to ignore all of those to write this so enjoy me procrastinating things i actually have to do. OH and obv this is about the show's characters not the real people. enjoy <3

You sat at your little desk at the edge of your flat, contemplating how to start the letter… again. Pieces of balled up paper lay littered around you. It was almost comedic how much time you had spent trying to write a simple little letter. But it wasn’t that simple was it?

You were writing to your childhood best friend, someone you had basically been in love with your entire life. Major John Egan, Bucky, went off to fight and you were left with a large gaping hole in your life.

Sure, it was horrible when you saw him kissing, dancing and singing to other girls… probably doing more than that. But he always came back to you.

One guarantee that war had was that men don’t always come back.

So you had put off writing letters to him ever since he swung by your house to drop off the address for his next station all that time ago. You were a different person now, you had a job, a flat and a husky you had decided to name Ghost. You were also sadder, war had a way of taking a toll on everyone it touched.

But this morning you had decided not to put it off any longer. The decision came to fruition as you were lying in the bathtub, trying to soak away your sorrows. That was the moment when you said fuck it, got out of the bathtub, grabbed a robe and sat down at your desk.

You took a deep breath and dipped your pen into the navy blue ink pot. Your hand shook slightly as the pen met paper and words started to flow.

A few hours later, you woke up suddenly from a nap and instantly ran over to your desk and quickly scribbled a short note, putting a picture into an envelope and running to post the second letter before it was too late.

John felt a wave of sadness and defeat wash over him when nothing came for him in the mail call. It was stupid. He urged the emotion away and ran a hand through his hair. Be a man. You don’t need a fucking letter.

He watched as Buck leaned against one of the chests of drawers with a stupid smile on his face. Envy seeped through his pores. He wanted that. Whatever Bucky was feeling when he read his letter from Marge. 

Fuck this. John needed a glass of strong whiskey right the fuck now. His throat almost ached for that sweet burn.

“Major! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize these two were for you Bucky.” John’s mouth fell open as he stood up and quickly ambled over to see that there were in fact two letters addressed to him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course, Major.” John delicately took the papers and ignored Buck’s look of confusion as he gingerly cradled the letters to his chest and sat back down on the uncomfortable wooden chair.

There was no mistake that these were for him. Major John Egan was written in careful and delicate cursive, although on one of the letters the name looked more rushed than on the other.

He carefully tore open the first letter, the smell of woodsy perfume suddenly permeated his senses. A perfume he knew well. Y/N. 

John could hardly believe it. She actually wrote to him. Nothing for months and then this. He pulled out the cream paper and carefully unfolded it.

Dear Bucky,

Twentieth time is the charm I guess. How are you? I have no idea how you’re supposed to write these things, maybe that’s why it took me so long to write to you.

God, I miss you John. I know that’s so stupid to say but I miss my best friend. I am truly sorry that I didn’t send you a letter sooner. I’m sure you’re missing me terribly as well and I have just been a cruel human being by not sending you letters.

I guess I didn’t send anything because I didn’t know what to say. I finally decided to just write a letter this morning while in the bathtub. No, don’t you dare smirk John it wasn’t like that. My ma might just murder me for being so unladylike but I can’t bring myself to start writing yet another letter that will just end up crumpled on my floor so you are getting the truth and nothing but the truth, Major. So yes I concede I was thinking about you in the bathtub.

Anyways, how's Buck? I remember you telling me about him during your visit so I thought I might mention it. You two seemed to be getting close and I’m glad you have someone out there to support you when I can’t. He can’t take the title of best friend though, that’s reserved for me!

What else? Well… I got a job and a dog! And I moved out. I now live in this tiny little flat (it’s very charming so don’t start scrunching your face up like you always do) and drink endless amounts of coffee. You got me hooked. What can I say?

I don’t know what else to say other than stay safe. I don’t think I could bear it if you died, Bucky. Maybe you already have and I just don’t know, so I’m hoping beyond hope that this letter reaches you. Remember that I love you always, you idiotic man. 

Your best friend obviously,

Y/N L/N

John felt his eyes starting to sting. He had been so preoccupied with the war that he had also forgotten to write to her. The girl who had stolen his heart at age six when she threw mud at him when they were playing in the creek. His little angel who had just brought some light back into his life. 

A smile twitched on his face, she was still his girl. And she said she loved him! Probably not the way he loved her but still, he would take anything she was willing to give him.

“Bucky?” The rasp of Buck’s voice shook him out of his reverie and he looked up to see his friend looking at him with a question in his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Who’s the letter from?”

“None of your business, Buck.” John says with an easy smirk falling on his face, a little spark in his soul seemed to reignite, he missed you and now at least he knew you missed him too.

“Jesus, come on. Who the hell is writing to you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“John…”

“It’s from Y/N.” Buck’s eyebrows raised in response and John outright laughed at how surprised he looked. “She asked how you are.”

“Y/N? Is she the one-”

“Yes, now shut up. I still have another letter to read.” Buck laughed and raised his arms in defense before turning back to his own letter. He was glad his best friend had that sparkle back in his eyes, it had been missing for too damn long.

John placed the letter back into the envelope and grabbed the hastily addressed one. He was surprised to see that there were two things in this one. Pulling out the letter he quickly read the words before his jaw dropped.

Dear Bucky,

I completely forgot to attach a picture to the last letter, since I’m assuming you want to know what I look like now.

Anyways here is a picture of me and Ghost, the love of my life.

- Y/N

John carefully tipped the letter to the side and out fell a picture into his outstretched hand. And it was you, but also not you. You looked so much older and there was a hint of melancholy in your eyes but there was still that distinct bright smile on your face. Your arms were encased around a large husky with eyes that were almost as blue as Buck’s.

It was wrong but he felt a pang of jealousy. God he wished he was in that dog’s place.

yeah... i'm obsessed with all the men in mota. i think i have a problem

part 2

[ashwhowrites]

Hi what about some fluff with eddie and reader where reader goes away to visit family for Christmas and while she's gone eddie is a mess he's wearing her sweater bc it smells like her and when she's finally back uncle wayne runs to her saying finally you're back and when eddie sees her at his door he tackle hugs her and won't let her go

This is adorable

A tiny fluff blurb

Eddie has spent the last two weeks pouting in his bedroom. His girlfriend had to visit family in California for Christmas, leaving him alone during the holidays. Well not alone, he had Wayne and hellfire. But it wasn't the same. He misses his girlfriend. He misses her warmth, her kiss, and her voice.

She calls every night, refusing to sleep without talking to him. Asking about every detail about his day and he gladly answers all the questions. Happily talking with his girlfriend for hours.

He went to bed every night with her pillow, spraying extra perfume when the scent faded. Switching between the three sweaters she left behind. Refusing to go a day without wearing one. His arms covered in the bracelets she left on his dresser. Kissing the ink on his finger before bed, a small initial on his pinky, one that matches her pinky finger.

~~

"two more hours Eddie" Wayne said patting his back, watching as Eddie crossed off another day on the calendar

A big red circle around the date labeled "BABY IS HOME"

"I'm going to take a nap so it goes faster. Wake me up when she's here!"

Wayne nodded, laughing as Eddie raced to his bedroom. The familiar sweater of hers covering his body

~~

"look who it is" Wayne smiled, throwing his arms around Y/N as she hugged him back

"I missed you Wayne" she squealed, hugging him harder as she refused to let go

"missed you too kid. Glad to finally have you back" Wayne admitted. He loved having her around and he missed her presence

"he's waiting for you. Dead asleep" Wayne said quietly pulling away from the hug

"should we pull a mean prank?" She giggled, an evil smirk

"fuck yes" Wayne laughed

~~

Eddie groaned as he woke up

Jumping out of bed as he raced to open his bedroom door

"YOU DIDN'T WAKE ME UP" he screamed as Wayne sat on the couch

"She hasn't come home yet. The plane is delayed" Wayne said shrugging his shoulders. Trying to hold back his smile as Y/N hid behind the couch

"wait what?" Eddie sighed sadly. Shoulders dropping in disappointment

"she called while you were asleep. I'm sorry bud. Doesn't seem like she's back until tomorrow"

"damnit" Eddie groaned. Throwing himself on the couch

"it's just another day"

"no it's not Wayne. It's 24 hours of her still not being with me. I understand two weeks isn't that long but I hate being away from her" Eddie sniffled, coughing away the tightness in his throat

"you love her that much huh?" Wayne smiled

"absolutely" Eddie said with no hesitation

Y/N felt her heart warming at the moment

Smirking evilly as she stood up silently

Throwing her hands over Eddie's eyes

"guess who?"

Eddie jumped in seconds, turning around fast to see his girlfriend standing there

"OH MY GOD" he screamed. Easily grabbing her into his arms, yanking her over the couch as he shoved his face in her neck

She giggled as he dug himself in her neck

"I missed you" he whispered into her neck

"missed you too baby"

Wayne excused himself. Leaving the two in the living room

"do you want to like go lay down?" She laughed

"just want to hold you a little longer" he said. Refusing to let her go

"okay. Let's hold each other a little longer"

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[thatsdemko]

never too busy for you - k. mbappé

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masterlist

v-day collection

requested: y

pairings: kylian mbappé x reader

warnings: established relationship + some google translate French + semi short + wee bit of fluff

a/n: remember if you want a Valentine’s Day imagine or blurb you need to submit it before February 28th, 2023! ps I don’t like the way this ends 😅

he was a busy man. football was his top priority and his love—even if he swore you ranked above the sport. so when February rolled around and you both sat down to look at your schedules, you already had planned that celebrating Valentine’s Day wasn’t going to be in the books.

it wasn’t anything you were super sad about. having been in a relationship with kylian for two years now, there were certain holidays and birthdays that he had to miss, but he always made it up to you. and it wasn’t like you weren’t spoiled or treated like a princess everyday, so you were fine missing out on one day.

so when Valentine’s Day rolled around you both were too occupied to even have noted the date. work was so consuming, you didn’t notice the few coworkers with flowers and candies from loved ones. and kylian was so consumed in football, he didn’t have time to listen in on the semi-romantic conversations his teammates were having.

when he finally got home from practice one evening, you were dead asleep on the couch when he looked at the calendar noticing Valentine’s Day had passed. it was two days ago.

“oh baise moi.” he looked over at you on the couch and then back at the calendar. his life was so busy and he hated that. he could only think of one thing that could make up for lost time together and for Valentine’s Day. (oh fuck me)

—

the next morning you woke up to the smell of sweet pancakes. it brought a smile to your face at the gesture, but it also confused you as to why kylian was still home. he was supposed to be training.

getting up you threw the covers off your body, rushing down the stairs to see your boyfriend shoving chocolate chips in his mouth while flipping pancakes. “aren’t you supposed to be working out?” you asked, noting the time on the clock he was supposed to have been long gone hours ago.

he looked over at you with a smile on his face, “not anymore, mon amour. taking a couple of days off to be with you.” he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him to plant a kiss on your temple.

you pulled away, looking up with furrowed eyebrows, “why? what happened?”

he laughed, shaking his head “why does something always have to be bad? I just want to be with you.” it was a sweet gesture. but you couldn’t imagine him actually being able to spend a couple of days off from football to be with you. you knew by the end of today he would be itching to get back out there.

uneasy, you nodded along going to make yourself a cup of coffee to see he had already done so. it was done just the way you liked it. a little bit of cream and a little bit of sugar. he remembered.

you turned to face him, coffee in hand, “there has to be a reason why you’re taking a couple of days off, kylian. I don’t believe it’s just because.”

he sighed, you weren’t going to drop it until he actually told you the truth. because you both knew those words were only somewhat true. there was always more to it with him. “we didn’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together. so I want to make up for it.”

a smile formed on your lips. you could care less about missing Valentine’s Day, it hadn’t even occurred to you that the date had passed, but you were excited to spend some well rested time together. you felt like you hadn’t see much of kylian last month. “so what do you want to do today?” you asked and for the first time ever he was completely fine having nothing on his schedule or doing anything.

“whatever you want to do, I’m down.”

with nothing but a clear schedule, you went from movie marathons, to baking sweets, make out sessions, and taking naps. everyday off he had consisted of the same thing, a whole lot of nothing. you figured he’d have broke at some point and went for run or use the treadmill, but he stuck to his promise. he did anything you wanted to do and took some well needed time off. needless to say, he needed that time with you more than he thought.

“I think these past couple of days have been the best days with you.”

“same for me, mon amour. happy very late Valentine’s Day.”

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

about Richter and Olrox AU

some scenarios i would love to see if you interested :) (i love your AU's idea!! i needed it honestly)

1. Lets assume that Richter managed to escape once and even not far away but in that short time he managed to hurt himself (broken leg, arm or nasty bruises) and Olrox, who quickly finds him anddd... I leave the rest for you to complete bc i dont wanna interfere to your Olrox's character

2. Richter is nearly bitten by another vampire during a ball

3. Richter has a breakdown over being estranged from his mother and seeks comfort in anything other than Olrox but eventually turns to him

4. Frequent nightmaresss

5. Another Richter escape attempt ending in failure

thats all :3 feel free to add anything!!

gn/gm

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family au introduction post)

Ok first of all I gotta say that I’m in LOVEEEE with these prompts! I’m gonna do all of them eventually in no particular order, ESPECIALLY the nightmares bc that can be a whole one-shot (plz let me know if you want it, guys) but let’s start with the scenario nr 2 🤭 buckle up because this is gonna be a long one!

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Olrox had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that told him something was off, and he couldn’t dampen the voice of anxiety that told him to check up on his little companion.

The vampire ball was an event even the Aztec could at times barely get through, so it had been no surprise that Richter Belmont was dying from boredom. He’d been afraid at first, alarmed around immortals in puffy gowns and tall wigs, but Olrox had made it clear, both to the boy and to the other guests that no hair would fall off his head.

Some hours later, Richie settled on a bench in the garden and promptly passed out, using his newly bought navy blue coat as a pillow. The vampires awwed at the cuteness of Olrox’s "pet" (oh how that title ticked him off), but eventually left him alone and he’d been napping somewhat peacefully since, or, at least, ten minutes ago…

For Richie wasn’t there now, and the man’s lips wouldn’t crease into a sneer, if not for one simple detail.

The coat was lying on the stone pathway. The same coat that Richter came to cherish in the short time he’d been in it. “Never wore anything so expensive before” The child told him, so it made no sense at all that he’d leave that piece of clothing as if it was forgotten.

Something is wrong, the voice kept whispering, you need to find him as soon as possible, it pleaded; you have to protect him. You can’t loose him too.

Olrox cursed at how easily fear of loss possessed him, as he took the coat and, using his inhuman sense of smell, scoured the garden. His eye twitched when a familiar scent led him to a labyrinth.

He’s a kid, the vampire kept telling himself, children do foolish stuff all the time. He was just feeling bored. Deep down however, he knew it was a horrible lie. Richter was a kid, but a clever one, and a descendant of a vampire huntress. He wouldn’t get himself into a vulnerable position.

Olrox’s eyes widened. Not unless he’s trying to escape.

“Fuck-let me GO!” He heard a barely audible scream. It was far, but undoubtedly little Belmont. Aztec wasted no time turning into a cloud of black smoke, traversing above the green labyrinth and towards the sound.

“I knew you’d try something you little brat. Sort of glad you did, actually. Always wondered how Belmont blood tasted.”

“No…you won’t drink my blood. You can’t!”

“And why not?”

“Ngrh-“ A choked cough was heard and Olrox picked up a wind. “Olrox will shove those fangs down your throat!”

“Right, the dirty mutt. As if he could ever rival me.”

Olrox felt his smoke turn into sharp scales as a growl escaped his throat. He was close. So close.

Where are you, child?

“N-NO! STO—STAY AWAY—OLROX!!!”

The Aztec had that vampire seized before he even knew it. The world turned red for a moment, and when he woke up, there as a pathetic, blood-sucking immortal crushed in the vice grip of his tail. Reverting to his human form, he found Richie lying on the grass, grasping at his neck and coughing. He was at his side in an instant, picking up the small thing and holding him to his chest.

“Breathe, Richter, breathe…” Olrox spoke, rubbing Belmont’s back.

“He—that asshole tried to—” Richie spat between coughs.

“I know, but he has been dealt with. He’s done.”

Richter tried to look at the bloodbath, but Olrox pressed him back into the fabric of his cravat, now stained with tears. Surprisingly however, he did not care one bit. Fabric was just that; fabric, however intricately made. It could never replace a person.

“You….you came…” Richie then uttered, in disbelief and on the verge of tears.

“You called for me.” He answered, carding his boy’s curls.

“…I—“

“Tried to run. I guessed.”

“…are you angry?”

“I probably will be, but not now.” Olrox smiled, picking up the child. “For now, you being unharmed is enough. I’ll scold you in the morning.”

Richter smirked, though sadly. “Is the party over?”

“No, but we’re leaving. Now.”

“Oh thank god!” Richter whined, no fear or sadness left in his voice. “Let’s go, I’m starving!”

[count-alucard-tepes]

OP lads want to make a call, but the Transponder Snail is missing. They go searching and find they're child playing with it. Their response?

Kizaru ✨

He usually has his watch on his wrist but this time he couldn’t find it, “Honey, have you seen den den mushi watch? “, he’d ask but his S/O didn’t see it. He’d hear his kid talking to someone and would find them on a call with Akainu, telling the Fleet admiral a story about their toys and of course Akainu was very attentive even though Kizaru was a supposed to be at work an hour ago. He’d take a seat next to his kid and listen closely, “looks like you could baby sit the little one for me, Sakazuki”, he’d say as he’d give a kiss to his child, “…Borsalino…get to work before I fire you”, he’d growl.

Akainu🌋

He would head off to his home office to make a call only to find his den den mushi had been replaced with his kid’s toy ddm. He huffs and goes to find his child but finds them on a call with Sengoku, “daddy said you have a pet goat…can I play with it, plwease, ji-Chan?”, they’d ask as Akainu stood at the door, listening attentively. When his child was done with the call, he’d walk in and ruffle their hair, “want to see to goat and ji-Chan today? We’ll need to go get some carrots and rice crackers first…”, he’d say gently. The child would beam and nod excitedly.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He would wake up from his nap when he heard the phone ringing and would go check where it was before hearing his child talking, “daddy is taking a nap right now but you can talk to me…”, the child would say to Fujitora before they would have a full on conversation about their toys and what they did and that all their dad does is nap”. Ryokugyu would snatch the phone from the kid, “hey stop talking to my kid about me!”, he’d say before cutting the call. He’d be more careful with the ddm from now onwards.

Fujitora 🐅

He would need to call in the office to tell them that he’d be a little late as he needed to take his kid to school when he’d hear his child talking to someone, “who you talking to, little one?”, he’d ask, “To uncle Ryo, he said he can take me to school…”, the child would say happily as Fujitora would frown, “…really? Uncle Ryo who loves being away from HQ…will take you to school? You just want to meet the female teachers…isn’t that right?”, Fujitora would say with a huff, “I’m already on my way! You can’t stop me!”, Ryo would chuckle. Fujitora would take the ddm and sigh, “…this is going to be a disaster”.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He’d be looking in his office for his ddm when he called out for Daz to bring his device. He’d walk around and then heard his child talking to someone, “you okay, squirt?”, he’d ask before noticing the child was on the device. “So I can really come visit you at your palace? Really, uncle Doffy?! It’s by the beach! I love swimming! My daddy likes the sand too!”, the child would say, “Yes, of course! You know I was supposed to be your parent too, right? Your dad and I are the best of friends ever and we were supposed to—”. Croc would snatch the phone, “How the fuck did you get my number!? Stop talking to my kid!”, he’d growl, “don’t deny me my rights to be a parent to our love child!”, Doffy replied. The ddm was crushed and destroyed that moment and Daz would need to get a new one. Crocodile’s child never stopped asking about uncle Doffy though.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He would usually keep his ddm in his coat but this time he couldn't find it so he walked around the palace, stopping by his kid's bedroom thinking they were taking a nap, "mhm daddy still wears his pink coat, sometimes I cuddle with him in it", the child would say as they cuddled in bed, talking to the snail, "oh? I used to have a black coat just like that...it caught on fire though...maybe you could cuddle in mine too", the person said, "really, uncle Cora?!". Doffy's eyes widened as he heard the voice and the name before he rushed over to grab the ddm in panic, his heart beating faster...when he woke up from a nap in a fright. He panted as he looked around the room and noticed his child was cuddled up to him fast asleep....clutching a little black feather.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He would be busy cooking in the kitchen with his S/O when he noticed his kid wasn't around them. He washed his hands and then went to look for them, "almost time for lunch, little one...where are you?", he'd call out, "dad, I'm on the phone with uncle Shanks...he said he's coming for lunch too", the child would say as Benn would lean against the door frame, "oh? Thought he was out of town...tell him we'll be waiting", he'd say before going back to the kitchen. He knew his child was close to Shanks and let them enjoy their conversation.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He was trying to find his ddm to contact his siblings about the tea party they'd be having when he saw his child busy on the ddm, he thought it was a toy one at first and then he heard another voice, his foresight helped him understand who it was, "you're really one of my daddy's friends? How come I haven't met you yet, lulu?", the child ask as they ate some cakes, "...well...its a long story but one day I'll come back and see you and your dad! And we'll eat donuts together", Luffy said, "...oh you know my daddy loves donuts? He eats ones as big as me!", "I want those donuts too?!". Katakuri would sigh softly and take a seat next to his kid, listening to this hilarious conversation...he'd swear they were both toddlers.

Killer🔪

He always seemed to lose his ddm when ever he came back home from a long trip at sea. He’d be search through his things but couldn’t find it until he looked out the window and saw his kid outside with it, seemingly talking to someone. He’d open the window and shout out, “Hey, who are you talking to?”, he ask, “…he’s talking to his favorite uncle so shut the fuck up and leave us alone!”, Kidd would shout from the ddm as the child giggled, “Goddammit, you’re gonna teach them curse words! Be nicer!”, Killer would respond before closing the window and heading outside. He liked that Kidd had a good relationship with his kid.

Kaido🐉

He would hear his ddm ringing which would wake him up from his nap. His kid would be playing with their toys not too far from him when he heard them answer the call, he looked at them curiously, “hwello? My daddy is sleeping right now…but you can talk to me…hmm I think he was really tired so he wanted to sleep all day…poor daddy”, the child would say, “hmm…when daddy wakes up, I’ll tell him to call you back…I pwomise…”. The Yonko would look at his kid lazily before cuddling them close, “…who was that, little one?”, he’d ask, “hmm it was Big mom…she said she’s coming to visit you”. His eyes widened at this.

King👑

He had been out flying when he lost his personal ddm, when he got home he needed to make a call to the beast pirates to make sure everything was going smoothly at Onigashima. However, when he found the ddm, his child was busy talking to Queen, “your stupid daddy just got home?”, he’d ask as the child giggled, “Yes and now he looks a little mad that you said that…”, the child responded as they reached up for their father and cuddled into his chest before giving some kisses, “…hey, don’t you have some work to do instead of calling my kid…”, King grumbled, “…I can call my niece/nephew when ever I like, Mr grumpy pants…”. This conversation would just have the child laughing the entire time.

Queen👑

He would come back after a long night of performing at Onigashima when he noticed his child on the ddm, “…so how was your day, little one?”, King would ask, “it was okay but I missed my daddy…he was gone all day”, the child said with a pout, “hmm…I thought he would be at home by now…maybe next time I could beat him up and send him home sooner, would that work?”, he’d ask playfully, “yes, uncle King”, the child would giggle as Queen pouted, he knew King was actually dead serious.

Izou🔫🔫

He was enjoying a romantic moment with his S/O when he realized that their child wasn’t around them for way too long so he decided to go look for them. He heard them talking on the phone and heard another all too familiar voice, “have you been a good little one today?”, Whitebeard asked as he spoke to his grandchild over the ddm, “mhm, I’ve ate all my vegetables and cleaned up all my toys, Ji-Chan…when will you come visit me and have a tea party with me?”, they asked, “Hm…maybe your dad can bring you to my ship tomorrow and we can have a tea party…sound good?”, he’d ask as Izou smiled in response as he caught his kid’s attention and nodded, “Yes, daddy said yes”, they chimed.

Dragon D Monkey🐉🐒

He would be in his office when he heard a call, he’d go to answer the ddm but couldn’t find it in its usual place so he’d call out for while he was close enough to answer the call and of course it was his kid. “Hwello, my daddy said you should talk to me because he’s very busy right now”, the child said as they ran away with the ddm and hid behind the door, “oh? That’s okay, I like talking to you so much better…now tell me how was your day?”, Sabo would ask as Dragon stood close listening in on the conversation, “hmm it was okay but daddy is always so busy and doesn’t want to play with me, big brother!”, the child huffed, “oh now that’s really mean of him, I guess I’ll have to give him a talk when I get back”, Sabo said with a chuckle, “you can give that talk right now, Sabo-kun…I’m all ears”, Dragon would say with a smirk as he took a seat next to his kid and ruffled their hair.

[obwjam]

Same anon that asked for fandoms here! (first time asking for anything here goes)

Prompt 15. “Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

With Jamie and Roy from Ted Lasso? (Just incase I had to specify LOL) nws if you don't wanna do it tho! <3

"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

excellent first ask. like, truly impeccable choice. this one was PERFECT

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"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

Roy looked incredulously at Jamie, who was sitting comfortably in Roy’s office with you in his hand. “Did you seriously just fucking say that to me?”

“‘Ey! Did you not ‘ear me? I said quiet.”

Roy grunted, but ultimately didn’t say anything, because that little prick was right. You did need your sleep.

See, your life was turned upside down a few months ago when you were discovered in the vast AFC Richmond complex. Even though the place was crawling with giants, it was so unbelievably huge that it was actually the perfect place for you to be. Everyone was so busy with their daily tasks that nobody had the time to scan the floors for tiny people.

And it would have stayed that way, too, until the club brought in an eccentric new player that noticed right away that something was off. Before you could even blink, you had been lifted into the air and put on display for a room full of bulky, imposing athletes. 

Jamie, who hated Zava with every fiber of his being and relished any opportunity to make him look like an ass, immediately came to your defense, silently vowing to protect you from him. Roy saw right through the whole thing and inserted himself into the relationship, because he sure as hell didn’t trust Jamie to take care of a four-inch-tall being.

So, you were stuck with them.

“I know why you’re doing this,” Roy grumbled. Jamie looked at him expectantly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, then?”

“Because you want them to like you more than Zava.”

Jamie made a face and fake laughed. “You’re joking, mate. As if they need my help hating Zava. Don’t you see how terrified they are of him? He fuckin’, plucked them up off the ground,” he bent down and pretended to pick something up, mockingly going through the motions, “and dangled them around like some sort of – some kind of – I don’t know exactly what, but it wasn’t good.”

“Hm.” Roy was mad that Jamie had a point. He too was pretty pissed when he saw Zava waving you around around that day. “So what’s the fucking catch, then?”

“What catch?”

“Why are you doing this,” Roy asked, more forcefully this time. “‘Cause I know it’s not out of the goodness of your little twat heart.”

“What, I can’t just do somethin’ nice for someone I barely know without there bein’ some kind of reason?”

Roy looked at him like he had five heads. “Yeah!”

You awoke to the sound of an argument – not uncommon from spending all your time with them. You sat up in a daze, waiting for Jamie to notice that he had indeed cut your nap short, but he was too in the zone. Fighting with Roy did that to him.

You rubbed your eyes and took your time regaining consciousness after a very restful sleep. Somehow, your existence was still a secret to the owner of the club, so during matches, you watched on TV until Roy or Jamie came back to take you home with them. 

You would often stay up through the night. You found the act of sleeping post-Zava incident too difficult to do for more than an hour or so at a time. Every time you shut your eyes, your head rushed as if you were being lifted off the ground again with no warning. It was like the curious face of Zava was painted onto the backs of your eyelids, with hundreds of thousands of eyes behind him. You always woke up with a feeling of dread.

Which is why you decided to go on the team’s most recent road trip, finally taking Jamie up on his offer to tag along. You needed a distraction, but didn’t realize that it would be a frantic game of staying hidden from cameras, awkwardly being in hotel rooms and participating in sickening bus rides, so by the time you were back to the safety of Richmond, you were positively wiped – so much so that your usual night terrors weren’t present. 

That is, until you were rudely awakened.

“Stop being such a prick, you little prick.”

“You’re the one who started yellin’ at meh out of nowhere!”

“Not nowhere! You fucking told me not to wake them up, which I already fucking knew– oh my god,” Roy grumbled, looking down at your groggy form. “They’re fucking awake.”

“Right, mate, you woke ‘em up,” Jamie shot back.

“Me?! I didn’t fucking–”

“–Okay, okay!” you cut in, mustering all of your energy to raise your voice. That seemed to stop them for the moment. It never ceased to amaze you that the mere sound of your voice could get two giants to shut up. “What…” you signed as you pushed yourself up, “what are we arguing about this time?”

“Jamie’s being a little prick.”

“Am not!”

“You always think he’s being a little prick,” you pointed out with a small smile.

Roy shrugged. “What’s your point?”

“You should go back to sleep,” Jamie said, an unusual amount of concern in his voice. “You didn’t sleep at all on the bus.”

“Don’t fucking listen to him,” Roy replied. “You’re an intelligent, strong person who is fully capable of making their own fucking decisions.”

“Woah, woah, okay,” you said, holding your hands up. You gestured toward Roy’s desk, and Jamie gently deposited you down on the surface. Like they did every time, the two giants hunched down so they wouldn’t loom so large. “What’s actually going on?”

Jamie and Roy turned to each other, silently acknowledging that they couldn’t bullshit you.

“We were, uh, just–”

“We were talking about you,” Roy admitted. That certainly caught you off guard.

“Me? Why?”

“Old shithead here wanted to know why I, uh, saved you from Zava.”

“Shut it, you little twat, you didn’t save them.”

“Did too! I…” Jamie trailed off when he caught your expression, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. “Sorry.”

You always chuckled at the way his sorries were more like sorrehs. “Roy, I know you’re always mad, but… why are you mad about this, specifically?”

Roy leaned forward ever so slightly, which used to scare the living daylights out of you, but now you found it endearing. “Because he wants you to like him more than Zava.” Roy paused. “Because he fucking hates Zava.”

Just the mere mention of Zava was enough to send your mind into a mini spiral. The two footballers noticed your expression change from tired to anxious, suddenly eyeing them as if they had morphed into completely different people. You blinked hard to get yourself back to reality. “Well, I fucking hate Zava too, you know. Asshole kind of ruined my entire life.”

“See? I told you,” Jamie bragged.

“But that’s what you were arguing about? How much I like Zava?”

“No!” Roy said a little too loudly. His expression softened when you flinched. “Sorry. No, Jamie just got upset when I–.”

“He thinks there’s a catch,” Jamie stated. “Like I have some sort of alterior motive.”

“Ulterior,” Roy grumbled. “It’s ulterior motive.”

“Whatever!”

“Guys!” you shouted, once again shutting them up. “So… it sounds like you woke me up for absolutely no reason, then.”

“Well, not no reason–”

“–he questioned me character, I had no choice but to defend myself–”

“–if this little prick was doing anything that could hurt you, I wouldn’t let that fucking happen–”

“–I’m a changed man, you know–”

“–oh, don’t start with that fucking bull… shit.” Roy looked like a kid caught stealing from a candy shop when he saw your disapproving expression. Jamie, too. 

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“Look, I just…” you let out a big yawn. “This weekend was hard. I didn’t much like all the traveling, and I was glad to be back home. You guys have done so much for me, I… I don’t like it when you argue.”

Roy and Jamie exchanged upset glances. They hadn’t stopped to think that their constant bickering could take a toll on you.

“Truthfully… these last three months have been the most anxiety-inducing, wild and scary months of my entire life. I mean, you guys will never understand how it feels to be looked down upon or loomed over by dozens of giants all at once, being talked about like I’m not even there… picked up like I’m not even a person…”

“Is that why you don’t sleep?” Jamie abruptly asked. He recoiled when you gave him a look that was almost… scared. “I–I’ve noticed for a while. When I get up at four in the morning for training… you’re usually awake, too.”

After a moment, you nodded meekly, as if you were in trouble.

“Do you think about Zava? Every night?”

You laughed in pity to yourself. “Not just every night. I think about it every fucking moment of my life.”

Roy was practically overflowing with anger, which was an impressive feat, given the way he normally is. “I swear to fucking god, when I see that fucking asshole in the locker room tomorrow, I’m going to tie his dick up to a string and drag him down the fucking motorway until it fucking falls off.”

Your smirk turned into an all-out laugh when Jamie gave him a look of borderline disgust. “I’d do all that myself if I could, I think.”

It was all making sense to Roy now – why Jamie had asked him to be quiet around you in the first place. Truthfully, he didn’t have an eye for these things. He didn’t tend to notice your reactions, your tendencies or your routines when his full attention wasn’t on you. He was abrasive, loud and imposing, and he never really stopped to think that you could be so terrified of that from him specifically. 

Jamie, though, noticed these things more than Roy would ever suspect. This new, team-oriented, down-to-earth Jamie Tartt was much more kind and caring than Roy gave him credit for. He was good with you. He knew what you needed, what might set you off. He was softer and quieter around you. And he sure as hell noticed the little things you did when you didn’t know he was looking at you.

“Do you think about it… even when you’re with us? Even when you’re in me hand?”

You mulled on that for a moment. “No, not always. Sometimes, though…” you looked up, eyes meeting Jamie’s, and under the harsh fluorescent lights, you swear he looked like he was about to cry. You cleared your throat. “You– you have to understand, I had never even been seen by a human before that. This is all so new to me, I...”

Jamie looked ashamed, realizing quickly that you picked up on his guilt. “All the arguin’ gets to you sometimes, don’t it?”

You gave him another embarrassed nod. “Feels a lot like when you first… when you were all talking over each other, and Ted came out to see what was going on, and he – and he saw me… and he just, he started asking me all these questions, like it was my fault I was found, and I didn’t know what to do or say or where to look. I thought… I thought I was going to die. Like Zava would drop me and nobody would save me, or you would all pass me around until I got squished to death.”

“Jesus,” Roy mumbled. “That’s a bit morbid, innit?”

You shrugged. “Pretty standard borrower fare, I’d say.”

“So…” Jamie began, resting his elbows on his knees and cupping his chin with his palms. “What you’re saying… is that you’d be better off not even knowin’ us.”

You tilted your head ever so slightly. He sounded genuinely upset by that.

“Yeah, I mean, I wish I had never been seen at all. But at this point, if I just… disappeared, you would all worry about me. Wonder where I went, maybe even go look for me. But… but who knows who I’d be found by next. Plus,” you said with a small smirk, “getting to eat every single day is something I don’t think I want to give up now.”

“What, you didn’t eat every day before this?” Roy asked cautiously.

You hung your head. “There’s a lot of stuff I haven’t told you.”

“...Maybe you should start,” Jamie said sheepishly. “Tellin’ us stuff, I mean.” He threw his arms out when Roy gave him a questioning look. ‘Ow else are we supposed to know what they’re feeling?”

“Hmph.” Roy stole a glance at you. He hoped it wasn’t obvious, but every time he looked at you, he was in awe that something like you even existed. He didn’t let himself think about it too much, since it scared the shit out of him, but he sometimes wondered if he could ever survive the way you did. Probably not.

“You really give a shit about the way they feel?” Roy asked. Jamie just nodded, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Yeah, alright then.”

“How about, for every day we don’t argue, you tell us somethin’ you haven’t told us before,” Jamie said, an air of mischief to his voice. “That’s fair, right?”

“Hmm.” You plopped down, stretching your legs out and letting out another big yawn. Roy and Jamie gave each other the alright, that was fucking adorable look they often shared.

The more you pondered over what he said, the more your heart swelled. The guys often forgot that you had observed them for years before they discovered you, so you knew more about them than they knew about themselves. But hearing Jamie express just how much he cared about you out loud gave it validity and realness, so it wasn’t just a passive thought in your mind. Jamie wanted you to like him so badly that it pissed off Roy... who was fiercely protective over you. That was adorable.

“Alright, Tartt, you got yourself a deal,” you said with a grin. 

“Go on, then,” Roy goaded. “A deal isn’t a deal unless you shake on it.”

Jamie rolled his eyes but obliged, sticking his index finger a few inches in front of your face. You reluctantly grabbed the tip of his finger with both of your hands, face flushing red at how much amusement Roy was getting from this. After a few hearty jostles, you were practically dizzy.

“Not funny,” you grumbled playfully, pushing Jamie’s finger away with all your might. You laughed as he pretended to fall over backwards from your sheer strength. “I’m exhausted, remember?”

It was Jamie’s turn to stretch. “Right, and I’ve got training in… three hours.”

Roy grumbled in that unintelligible, ambiguous way that only Roy could. You gave him a quizzical look, but Jamie already had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You… don’t… need to… do training tomorrow,” Roy said, like the words had been tortured out of him.

Jamie’s grin stayed present. “Are you sure, coach? ‘Cause I played like shit this weekend.”

“Yeah, you fucking did, you little prick.”

“Really, I don’t mind–”

“Go home, Tartt!” Roy yelled, jumping up from his chair. “Get some fucking sleep, damn it! And take them with you too!” He pointed stiffly at you, which caused you to burst out into laughter.

Jamie shrugged playfully. “Whatever you say, coach.” You happily hopped into his open palm when he placed it next to you, smiling hard at the way Roy snapped from muted delight to anger like a rubber band.

“Try to keep your little twat mouth shut tomorrow,” he warned Jamie. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

“Sure, coach.”

“Well.” Roy stood in the doorframe awkwardly, stiff as a board, not knowing what to do or say or who to look at before finally settling on you. “Goodnight.”

You smiled and gave him a small wave. “Night, Roy.” 

“Goodnight, Roy!” Jamie called out as Roy walked away.

“Fuck you!”

Jamie grinned. “Never gets old.” He lifted you up a bit. “Ready to go home, love?”

Home. Home was AFC Richmond, home was Jamie’s nightstand, home was… well, it was wherever the two of them wanted to bring you. And you quite liked that.

“Yep,” you said, leaning back against the curve of his fingers. You let out a content sigh. “Let’s go home.”

[assaily]

Ooooooo....a prompt ask....let me see if you wanna try this one?

"I wish you would write a fic where Diego tells Five, "Don't move. For the love of God, Five, please, do not move."

😂

For you, i give you fluff!

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Five’s nap had turned a bit too warm for him a while ago, but he was too comfortable to do more than shift his arms to find the cooler, open air.

“Don’t move,” Diego said, sounding entirely unalarmed despite how quickly his warning came. The command was almost gentle, his voice low and nearly affectionate, filled with a quiet, gleeful mirth that made Five peel his eyes open despite how gritty they felt. He’d only been asleep for maybe an hour and a half.

It had taken so much to find sleep in the first place, he almost wanted to rage at being woken up again.

The sun had set since Five had fallen asleep, the tv behind Diego stuck on an endless dvd intro loop, the movie having ended some while ago and no one had turned it off. Five squinted at it, trying to remember when he’d fallen asleep. He and Luther had started some high-concept space flick that, while interesting enough to keep Five’s attention, had been tediously long. The last few weeks of sleepless nights caught him hard and fast, and Luther’s warm, solid body had lulled him into a sense of safety like nothing else seemed capable of.

Diego was standing between him and the tv with something small and boxy in his hands. It made a loud mechanical click that took Five an extra long second to place the nature of.

“What are you doing?” He hissed, already knowing the answer.

 He could see Diego’s teeth flash in a grin, the rest of his expression still hidden in the dim light “For the love of God, Five. Please, do not move.”

Luther snorted in his sleep, his bulk shifting like an earthquake next to Five. One of his arms was draped heavily around Five’s shoulder, and as Luther roused, it curled and tightened over his stomach. Luther sleepily squeezed Five flush against his side, sighing as he woke fully. “What?” he croaked.

Five’s mind had decided to fuck off for the duration of him being squeezed like a teddy bear, the shock and rush of the touch and pressure just enought to stave off the indignity. Five had the time to silently acknowledge that this was weirdly pleasant before the humiliation of it caught up.

The shutter on the camera clicked again, from somewhere in the darkness to the left of the TV, Five could hear Klaus snicker. That was where he drew the line, head snapping to the sound of his brother’s laughter.

“Oh shit!” Klaus laughed, guffawing loudly as Five appeared in front of Diego in a flash.

Diego tried to save the camera, he really did. Five had to give him credit for the effort. By the time he got his hands on it, they were both winded from the tussle, Diego begging for mercy as Five smashed the thing all in one go.

Klaus was on the floor nearby, wheezing with laughter. Luther kept trying to ask him what was happening; Five suspected he probably wasn’t going to get an answer.

“Come on, Five, that was my nice camera!”

“Serves you right,” he replied, then looked back at Luther. “I fell asleep at the ice planet, can we restart there?”

Luther blinked at him, shocked into silence for some reason. Diego shifted his shoulder so he could look up to Five from where he’d been pinned. (Absently, Five was aware that he wasn’t really pinning Diego, so much as he’d pinned him long enough to get the camera and Diego let him stay perched on his back after the fact.)

“You– You want to keep watching?”

Five shrugged, sliding off Diego and porting himself back to his place on the couch. “The plot line about love transcending time and space,” he waved his hand to illustrate the vagueness of his interest. “I’d like to see how they finish that.”

A lamp near Klaus flicked on, basking the room in warm light. Twilight had settled outside, and no one else had been through to turn the lights on. “What’re we watching?” Klaus asked, tripping his way around the coffee table to flop himself next to Five on the couch. His arm fell over the back of the couch and Five fought to keep his body from going as stiff as cardboard at being abruptly boxed in.

“If it’s the movie I think it is,” Diego said, giving Luther a look Five didn’t understand. “Then it’s too smart for you, Klaus.”

Klaus scoffed at him. “I’m not here to be entertained, Diego. I’m here to fall asleep watching some stuffy movie with my stuffy brothers.”

“We’re watching Interstellar,” Luther answered flatly. “It’s my favorite movie.”

“Oh of course it is, you big nerd.” Klaus reached over to pat Luther's shoulder. 

Diego sighed, a heavy sound that seemed to simultaneously take the fight out of him and give him new life. He pushed himself off the carpet, scooting so his back was against the couch. Five drew his legs up onto the cushion to keep him from leaning against them, trying with every ounce of self control not to port back to his room.

He wanted this. He’d fought for this. Sometimes it was a lot. They were loud and touchy, and so incredibly real and different that it stole his soul from him some days. He wanted moments like this, he just had to be chill enough to endure the discomfort.

Luther pulled up the scene select and found the chapter of the movie they were on. There was still an hour left of the run time, Five sucking down a deep breath to ground himself into the cushion.

“You alright, Five?” Klaus asked.

“Fine, start the movie.” The sooner it was on, the sooner he could focus on that and not on the three other very real, very alive bodies on the couch with him. Breathing and existing, warm and moving of their own accord, all of them touching him at once. Sometimes shit like this just hit him and Five didn’t know what he was supposed to do. This wasn’t something he could fight, and he didn’t want to run. So he stayed, he was fine, he could handle this.

Luther pressed play, the scene began from the beginning. Five had already seen this part, and his heart was pounding a little too loud for him to hear the dialogue anyway. He focused on breathing unobtrusively instead.

“What do you need, bud?” Klaus said, very softly and very close to his ear, a cold hand brushing over the back of his.

A lump closed his throat in an instant, the realization that Klaus had sniffed out his distress hitting him like a truck. “Nothing,” he meant to say, but all that came out was a pathetic croaky whine. He felt both Luther and Diego shift in unison at the sound, cursing himself to high heaven for giving himself away.

Luther paused the movie. “What’s wrong, Five?” He sounded so serious, like he was the one fighting a little fit off.

He swallowed thickly, chest tight, trying and failing to school the grimace that was no doubt all over his face. “Nothing,” he ground out. “Play the fucking movie.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Diego asked this time, not at all meanly, but for some reason it was the final straw on Five’s tenuous grasp on himself.

He clenched his fists and pulled himself back across the room. “Too much!” He yelled, mostly without meaning to. “It’s all just–” he waved his hands above his head, failing to find the words. He didn’t know how else to articulate this, the growing tension building beneath his lungs.

The pause that followed was heavy and tense, and broken by Luther. “Oh!” he said, loud and clear with whatever realization he was having.

The couch shifted, Five looking back in time to watch Luther shove Diego three feet to the left with his toe.

“Ow!” He complained, snapping around to glare at Luther. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, Klaus, you too,” Luther said, ignoring Diego entirely.

“Me too?” Klaus said, sounding more than a little put out.

“Yeah, you heard the man. Too much. Too many people on one couch. Disperse.” He shooed at Klaus with one hand. “Go on.”

Klaus shot a look back at Five. “Is this true?” He asked, faux betrayal ruined by relief in his eyes.

Five felt frozen, rooted to the carpet like a hundred year old tree, utterly flabbergasted that his two word complaint was… understood. Understood, respected, heeded. It was strange, the way it felt like someone was pouring bathwater into his chest.

When Five didn’t answer right away, staring dumbfounded at his brothers, Klaus’s expression gentled. “Fiiiine!” he scrambled, gangly limbs flailing dramatically, to the armchair left of the couch. Diego relocated himself on the other couch, sprawling across its length, looking wholly relaxed and not at all displeased at having been made to move there.

“Come on back, Five,” Luther said, voice somewhere between too gentle and forced casual.

Five took a breath, let it out sharply through his nose, heart still pounding in his throat. He walked back, one foot in front of the other, sitting cautiously next to Luther again. 

Luther relaxed too, his back melting into the couch as he reached over for the remote to hit play again. The movie resumed, not unlike how it had begun, just now with two additional audience members.

Klaus went down first, nodding off within twenty minutes. Diego was predictably second, but he made it through the tense docking scene at least. Five watched the remainder of the movie, but he’d let himself slump back against Luther’s side when the protagonist was reunited with his daughter, older and wiser with all the more love for their family after a long journey.

Sleep finally claimed him as the credits rolled.

-

“What makes you so special?” Diego complained.

“Shhh,” Luther hissed, his voice still rumbling through Five when he snapped back. “Because I don’t make everything a pissing contest, Diego.” 

“Shush yourself, Luth,” Klaus said, his voice like a warm blanket that quieted the other two.

“He hasn’t been sleeping. We shouldn’t care who he chooses to fall asleep on,” Luther continued after a long, muted pause. His arm shifted, a shadow passing over Five’s face. A hand fell gently to his hair and Five’s body jolted in the shock of it.

“Oh, sorry bud,” Luther said, his voice changing ever so slightly. The hand passed over his head, the hold impossibly tender where it held him in place against Luther heartbeat, where he’d been asleep before.

Five tried to pull his eyes open again, hands clumsily reaching for something, brain short-circuiting with the fingers in his hair. Another pair of hands, warm and callused and bigger than his own caught his, letting him squeeze and find purchase in reality. He drifted for a second, caught against another person but the permeated sense of safety kept any alarm at bay.

Luther was right, he hadn’t been sleeping. Not in his bed, not alone. He wasn’t used to being alone, he’d always had Delores. The years he’d spent without her had taken their toll, without her face to pull him from the nightmares, the fear of them had been threaded into the fabric of his waking mind. Sleeping meant seeing all the things he didn’t want to remember, playing again for him to experience. He would rather just not sleep.

But here and now? He was home. He could hear Luther’s heart beating in his ear; he could feel the warmth of Diego’s hands holding his. The proof was at his fingertips.

They were safe. He was safe. He could rest.

He sighed, deep enough to fill his whole body, deflating the tension from his bones as he released it. He felt Luther sigh too, a soft relaxation of the tension beside him.

“You’re not allowed to be this cute,” Klaus whispered from somewhere nearby.

“‘Least I don’t look like you,” Five slurred, uncaring if his insult made any sense. He felt Luther laugh anyway, the soft rumble enveloping around him like a cocoon. Five felt the corners of his lips twitch up, but he was already too far gone to remember why.

[prettyhobii]

HIRAETH CH-5

MDNI

Prev

"I've missed you so much oh my god," Jennie squealed as she jumped into her older sisters embrace. "So so much."

Nari laughed and hugged her sister back. "I've missed you too Nini."

"We we're so worried when you didn't text us last night, was everything okay?" Rosé asked, coming back with three glasses of strawberry lemonade.

"Yes I'm okay, just had a hard night."

"Did you relapse?" Jennie's eyes widened as she gripped harshly on her sisters arm. Nari shook her head no.

"No nothing like that, please don't worry, trouble at work. I'm going to have to find a new job."

"That's okay, we can help you riri," smiled rosé comfortingly, "a restaurant near me has a now hiring sign outside, maybe you could apply there? I could put a good word in for you, I'm a regular there."

"Perhaps, I have the rest of the money for you guys, one hundred each, is that okay?"

"Riri we don't want your money, it's yours to keep."

"I don't care, you guys are taking it, and that's final."

"We both have jobs with good wages, even Felix is sorted out financially, riri I promise you we're okay," Jennie frowned, "times are tough for you right now, keep this money and get yourself something nice."

"You're taking it, and that's final. I have money don't worry."

Jennie and rosé frowned at each other, but ended up giving up on the conversation, and starting a new one.

"So your soulmates, what's happening?"

"I kissed one of them."

"OH MY GOD" Jennie screamed, rosé burst into fits of laughter at the elder and watched as Jennie threw herself onto her lap. 

"WHICH ONE?"

"His name is Hoseok, and he helped me out yesterday." Nari smiled thinking of Hobi and their kiss earlier. She felt stupid about it, but she couldn't get her mind off the topic.

"OH MY GOD SHES SMILING. SHE LOVES HIM." Jennie screamed once again, feeling the upmost happiness for her sister.

"I am not in love with him," Nari laughed, turning aside. "Maybe some day, but not just yet."

"So what's a bond like?" Jennie asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"It's hard to say, when I'm with him I feel warm, and safe," Nari mumbled, "remember when mum was alive?"

The two girls nodded.

"It was that feeling of safe, like nobody can hurt you anymore."

"Are you happy?" The blonde asked, eyebrows raised and an emotionless expression.

"With him, yes." Nari smiled to herself, "with the others, not just yet."

The next few hours went too quickly for Nari's liking.

She spent the rest of the night messaging with Hoseok, scrolling through some local news and napping throughout the day.

Anything to distract her from the overwhelming fear of Soomin walking through her doors. She was meant to be in work four hours ago. And now she was terrified of what would happen.

But to Nari's relief nothin happened throughout the night, no threatening text messages, no banging on doors. Absolutely nothing.

After messaging her siblings good night, she decided to message Hoseok one last time before heading off to bed herself.

Hobi

Nari

Hobi.. are you awake?

Hobi

Yes

Are you okay?

Nari

I'm sorry

I'm just scared

Hobi

Which is why I wanted you to stay with me

You're safe, I promise

I won't let anything happen to you remember?

Nari

Mhhm

I can't wait to see you tomorrow

Hobi

I'll be there before you know it

Just try get some sleep for me okay?

Nari

Okay

Goodnight

Hobi

Goodnight <3

The next morning, Nari woke up around noon ish, her phone constantly buzzing aloud with numerous messages.

Hobi

Hobi

Good morning angel

Angel?

Nari?

Are you there?

Are you okay?

Nari please respond

Nari

I'm so sorry I just woke up

Hobi

Oh thank fuck

I'll be coming over in about half an hour if that's okay?

Nari

Can't wait

Soomin

What the fuck have you done

Instead of panicking like she normally did in this situation, she simply ignored his message and got ready to see Hoseok.

The angered bond her and Yoongi created sure seemed to hit her when she woke up. Aching heart, headache, but she could stand it. It wasn't bad.

She put on her only clean outfit, some black leggings and a white tank top, showing off her arms and sculpting her waist.

She figured Hoseok would want something to drink when she got here, so she cut up a few slices of lemon and cucumber before filling up two pints of water.

It wasn't what she wanted to offer him, but it's all she has.

She sat down patiently, combing her hair through with her fingers, her brush broke last week, so she's had to use her fingers to untangle it.

Minutes later there was a knock at the door, and then a notification on her phone.

Hobi

Hobi

It's just me <3

Nari opened up the door to see a very handsome looking Hoseok, just wearing a white shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. But boy did it make him even hotter than Nari originally thought he was.

"Morning beautiful," Hoseok smiled.

"Please, come in." Nari wasn't ashamed of her apartment or how she lived, she didn't have a manor like they did, but she knew that Hoseok wouldn't judge her for how she lived.

Hoseok stepped inside, dropping his bag by the small kitchen counter, grabbing Nari by her waist, closing the door shut with his foot, before kissing her deeply.

Nari was shocked by the sudden affection, but didn't mind by any means, and kissed him back just as deeply.

She lead Hoseok over to her couch, where he crawled on top of her, continuing the kiss.

Neither of them wanted to go any further then just kissing for the time being, but they couldn't seem to control themselves, as the kids got more heated, so did they.

Hands in his hair, his hands all over her body, the two made out for quite a while, not even bothering to say a word, just long passionate kisses expressing their soul devotion to one another.

When they finally pulled away, instead of the awkward tension they were expecting, they both burst into giggles.

"You stuck to your promise then?" Nari hummed with a little laugh as she stroked back his hair. Hoseok smiled with a nod.

"It's felt like days since I've seen you, you haven't left my mind even for a second." He leaned down and kissed her nose.

Nari let out a comfortable sigh, her hands clasping behind his neck, pulling him to rest on her chest, their embrace too powerful to let go of.

"I've missed you," Nari hummed, as she stroked back his hair. "I've slept alone for years, but last night was the hardest night of my life, and I don't know why."

"We'll that's because of the bond," Hoseok spoke, his breath falling onto her chest. "Because the other day we slept so close together, immediately losing that touch made us hungry for more."

"I made you a drink," Nari smiled, "I know it's no noma, but it's all I can offer you right now."

"I'll take you there one day, to noma I mean."

"I'll hold you to that," Nari smiled, kissing his head. "You know, I've literally never been like this with anybody." She sighed. "Hobi?"

"Mhhm."

"I want to show you something, because I trust you and if we're going to continue like this, you'll find out eventually."

She moved Hobi up off her, immediately feeling colder then she did before, that could be because the heating doesn't work, or the bond, who knows.

Hoseok tilted his head as he sat next to his soulmate.

Nari slowly lifted up her shirt, just below he rib cage.

On her skin, there layed her soulmates, all bleached over, yet Hoseok's mark shone through. A small sunshine next to Nari's snowflake, along side a new, but dark coloured clover on the opposite side.

Faded scars scratched each mark, her stomach slightly discoloured from the amount of abuse she got when she was younger.

"I know it's disgusting, but it's-"

"It's not disgusting." Hoseok's eyes narrowed, "it's a part of you, and you're perfect." He gently placed his finger on the sides of her stomach, "but just tell me who did this to you angel."

Nari looked away from him, feeling his finger trace over each mark, "my father.. didn't like that I wasn't completely under his control." She took a breath, "he tried his best to get rid of them, I was meant to be getting married that year, to someone he approved of."

"What happened then?" Hoseok asked, as he traced his finger over his own mark, making it glow lighter, the butterflies affecting both of them.

"When my mother passed away the year before, I made a promise to her that I'd protect Jennie, Rosé and Felix. After all my father wouldn't," she smiled thinking of her siblings and how proud she was of them. How they managed to live a stable and somewhat normal life made her so incredibly happy. "Jennie was turning 16 two  years later, so I knew I had to get them out of there." She paused to regain her shaky breath, "that same year I took them out of the house, stole the money my mother left for us, and bought a train ticket from Jeju to Seoul."

She remembered the train ride like it was yesterday, thirteen year old Felix and Rosé, 14 year old Jennie and sixteen year old Nari. Four terrified runaways. With only one backpack each. God knows how they survived.

"I rented out an apartment for us to live in, until they all wanted to do separate things. Felix wanted to perform, Rosé wanted to find her soulmates, Jennie wanted to model, so I let them go."

Hoseok smiled at his soulmate, "that's selfless of you, I can't imagine how scared you were."

"I wasn't scared for myself, I've been through a lot of shit, I was worried for them." She looked down, "less scared for Felix, as he got casted for some agency pretty quickly, but Rosé and Jennie struggled for a while," she played with her fingers, "that's why I make sure they have money every week, I like knowing that they have something you know?"

Hoseok nodded, "my older sister is my rock, I don't know what I'd do without her. She had some trouble with Namjoon years ago, they didn't meet eye to eye, she can be quite.. protective." He chuckled, "but Jiwoo is lovely, I think you'd both get along."

Nari smiled, "I hope so."

"Hey," hoseok whispered.

Nari turned to look at him, before she knew it he quickly leant in and kissed her lips softly. "You're perfect. Past or not, you're mine and I'll protect you forever okay?"

Nari chuckled, "I'll hold you to that."

"You should let me meet your siblings huh, they seem like great people."

"Maybe I could make a group chat for you guys?"

"I'd like that," Hoseok smiled, "you know the other boys have been asking about you."

"Hmm, that's sweet of them."

Hoseok sighed and pulled Nari onto his lap, "you know what I think?" he rested his hands on her thighs.

"That we're moving too fast?"

Hoseok laughed, moving his left arm around her waist, pulling her closer, "well yes, but I don't care about that," he smiled, "I think you're the most gorgeous person I've ever laid eyes on."

"Not very fair to the others huh?"

"Im one hundred percent positive they agree."

Nari laughed, holding his cheek, leaning in and kissing him softly.

"I like this."

"Hmm?"

"Being with you, kissing you. You make me feel safe."

Hoseok's smile returned, "I'll keep you safe." He leaned forward to kiss Nari's lips.

"We're like two teenagers in a relationship for the first time." She laughed, "it's insane."

Hoseok kissed her again, "that's exactly what I want."

Hoseok laid down, pulling her further on top of him, "you want to go out for lunch? My treat?"

Nari sighed, "I could make us some noodles? It's cheaper."

"Okay, go get changed, we're off out for the day." He pecked her lips quickly and picked her up off of him.

"Hoseok," Nari's eyes narrowed, "No spending money."

Hoseok grinned, "okay.”

[noxtivagus]

sorry

[9ateez-multiau-bot]

Home – YeoRin

Yeosang has no intentions of finishing his food the second that the collar fell from his neck, Bobby’s hold on him and Hyerin now gone. Leaving the food on the table and slipping out to the rooms he and Hyerin were resigned to, the ferret wastes no time; packing all of his things in a suitcase he had charmed a regular at the casino to buy for him. There wasn’t a lot to pack, but he needs to empty the room of any and everything that was linked to the pair of them.

They need to vanish. They can’t allow Bobby to find them again.

Sangie

Noona, don’t come back

He let us both go home

I’ve packed both of our things

Rin Noona

Fuck we did it

We’re free

Alright— I’ve just said bye to Lola

Meet you by the bus stop? I’ll call us a taxi from there.

Hyerin whined as she woke up in Bobby’s room, human arms stretching over her head as she regained her bearings. The flashback wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be thrown off like that. But perhaps it would work; a little improvising wouldn’t hurt – the face she shared with the Mafia taught her that much.

“because people are talk-talking sir.”

“Then let them…seems like I need to teach you how to keep your mouth shut.”

Oh? So it wasn’t only the hybrids who wanted to leave. The staff wanted them gone too. She could work with that.

Looking at the exterior of the casino one last time before he pulls the luggage with him, Yeosang walks as fast as he can through the winter chill, his tail wrapping around him to provide just that little bit of extra warmth. The more he walks, the more relieved he feels. It was over; months of working off a debt that was finally paid off.

Waving off her girlfriend at the bus stop, Hyerin decidedly feels much lighter; she’s spent the day with her mate, and Yeosang put the last part of their escape plan into action. Listening to the Mafia pays off, it seems.

Mafia Me is calling

“Yes? Did you bring the change of clothes? I’m at the bus stop, I guess you know which one.”

“I’m going to ignore you blatantly insulting my intelligence, wolf. Yes, I brought the clothes; you really think this ‘Bobby’ will be this receptive?” Hyerin confirms what her counterpart asks, and there’s something in the back of her mind that notices how much more the Mafia woman uses their Daegu satori.

She’s proud of it. I’m not.

Surely, the phone hangs up and minutes later Hyerin sees the Bentley pull into the closest car park, a text telling her to hurry up wolf pinging on her phone. So off she went, those same wolf ears picking up anything that could possibly be out to get her.

“You really wear this every day?” Hyerin asks, looking herself over in the mirror. She’s dressed in all black, a hat to match and the hybrid would be a dirty liar if she refuses to admit that it makes her look powerful. With her ears and tail hidden, she really does look like a clone of the con woman behind her, now donning something a lot more casual.

“Yes, now hurry up and meet your ferret friend, he’s waiting for you, right?”

“He should be there right now; thanks again Rin.”

“You’re welcome, now go on and get lost.”

Engulfing Hyerin in a hug as the two board the bus en route to take them home, Yeosang sinks into his chair, never more grateful for the scuffed leather and slightly worn embroidery. He shifts, his ferret form squeaking with happiness as he curls up in his seat, ready for the hour or so long nap he’s been craving.

The house looks just like they left it that day, months ago, and both hybrids can already the commotion of people behind the door; Seonghwa cooking with Wooyoung, playful barking while San is screaming at what is definitely the TV screen. Yeosang reaches for the doorknob first, fishing for his keys and opening the door with practiced ease.

Seven pairs of eyes dart towards the front door.

“We’re home.”

@halloween-idols

[tummbunns]

✧༝-----˚* Alex's twins *˚-----༝✧

(I submitted this to a writing blog ages ago)

⋆ mpreg, twins, labor, birth, overdue ⋆

Alex is done with the pains of pregnancy - his labor is not any easier

The clock on the nightstand read 3.28 am. Alex whined into the pillow, trying to keep quiet so that Joe could at least get some sleep.

They had gone to bed hours ago, yet Alex had not been able to get much sleep. As soon as he had dozed off, the babies had decided it was time to start moving around.

At the early stages of his pregnancy he had liked it when they moved, but they were really running out of space now, and it really hurt when they moved. He clenched his teeth as a kick distorted his belly, a large bulge sticking out next to his belly button. He started rubbing the bulge, gently pushing against it to encourage his babies to stop. It seemed to work. The bulge went away and he sighed in relief.

Then a sharp kick had him hissing and grabbing his underbelly. This was useless.

Alex looked over at Joe, who was still sound asleep. Slowly, he got up and went to the bathroom to turn on the tub. Maybe the warm water would calm the twins down.

With great difficulty he got rid of his nightgown and underwear, and he got into the tub. He moaned in relief as the warm water surrounded him. He was too big to lie in any position other than on his side, and standing and sitting had started to become very taxing on his back. But in the water the weight seemed to disappear.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tub, rubbing the sides of his massive stomach. For a minute or so it was incredibly nice. Then, his babies discovered their new position and started going all out.

Alex was glad he had turned on the radio as well as closed the door, since he was now less likely to wake up Joe. He moaned as bumps formed all over, stretching the too tight skin of his belly. When he moved his hand to one spot, it would take almost no time at all for a new place to be kicked.

“Ohhhh” Alex threw his head back when the babies started to completely change their positions. “Please stop. You’re hurting dadd-ahg!” He cried out when his belly was lurched to the other side. His hands clutched the sides, trying to press down against his babies to contain the movement, but it was useless.

It had been uncomfortable in bed, but now it was downright painful. He was tired, and his belly was aching from being contorted. He could not blame his babies for acting out. When he looked at his belly he felt like it was both ridiculously large and too small; he tried to picture two babies in there he and was sure they had to be running out of room.

After a few minutes he decided he could not take it anymore and he got out of the tub. He opened the cupboard to get a towel, but then he got an idea. He opened the drawer next to it and took out the vibrator. Orgasms could induce labour, his due date had passed, so why not give it a try. Also, he tended to fall asleep after sex so it could finally get him to sleep.

Last night Alex had begged Joe to fuck him, but he had refused. Joe insisted it was going to be too uncomfortable for Alex. Well, sometimes you just have to do things yourself. He was glad he hadn’t drained the tub yet and got back in. With one hand supporting his still moving belly, he reached behind himself and started fucking himself on the vibrator. The toy was a favourite of his, as it hit just the right spot. He came quickly and after catching his breath for a moment he felt his eyes getting heavy. Not wanting to wake Joe, he decided he would just try and nap on the couch.

-----------------

Joe woke up to an empty spot next to him. He touched the sheets. They were cold. He looked around the room but Alex wasn’t there. Then he heard a cry from down the hallway.

He walked into the living room to see Alex lying on the couch, hands gripping the sides of his belly.

“Oh god!” he screamed, arching his back, pushing the giant belly into the air.

“Alex?” Joe rushed over to his husband, gently placing his hand on Alex’s belly. “Are you alright? Where does it hurt?”

“Sorry I woke you up” Alex panted, hands rubbing his sides. “The babies are moving a lot, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Joe asked. He knew the pregnancy was hard on Alex. His husband had a habit of denying it, but the sheer size of his belly alone made it clear that it was painful. Joe gently pushed Alex’s shirt up to expose his belly. The skin was covered in stretch marks, the evidence of how much his body had grown. The babies were on the larger side as it was, and this late into the pregnancy, 43 weeks, his belly simply could not keep up with them. “Would you like me to get some oil?”

Alex opened his mouth to disagree, but his protest was lost in a moan. Alex started rubbing his belly frantically, arching his back again.

“Oh honey” Joe said, trying his best to comfort Alex. He felt his heart drop when he reached out to rub Alex’s belly. The skin was rock hard and covered in sweat. “Are you in labour?”

“I think so” Alex replied. “I’m sorry okay! They have been kicking and moving all night and it hurt so bad.” Alex started to cry. “I wanted them out of me!”

Joe rubbed Alex belly while the latter sobbed on his shoulder. He felt the skin tighten under his hand and heard Alex moan in pain. “Oh honey, it’s okay. Don’t apologise. How long have you been having contractions?”

“I don’t know. I woke up from the pain a couple of hours agoOOH.” Alex cried out when the next contraction hit. Joe tried to comfort him through it.

“Let’s get you to the bedroom” he told Alex when the contraction was over. He helped Alex get into a sitting position.

“Oh fuck that’s heavy” Alex said, hands pressing into the small of his back. Alex tried to stand up, but it was hard. Joe took his hand and helped him . “Oh fuck” Alex moaned in pain as the weight of his babies set into his pelvis.

Joe knew gravity was helping the labour progress so he tried to get Alex to the bedroom as fast as possible. Joe was taken back by how much the belly had dropped. The perfect round orb was now a tear shape, and it made it look even heavier. He placed one hand on Alex’s back and the other under his belly, trying to take some of the weight off. By the time they reached the bed, Alex was panting hard. “Joe, I need to push.”

Joe checked him, and Alex sobbed in relief when he was told he could. “Just lean back against me, okay. I will be okay.” Joe said, and he propped himself up against the pillows. Alex got into his lap, legs spread over his, back to Joe’s chest. Alex moaned constantly, arching his back and rocking his hips in attempts to get rid of the pain. Joe tried massaging Alex’s belly though the increasingly worse contractions. “Harder,” Alex panted. He took Joe’s hands and placed them on top of his massive belly. Joe obeyed and applied some more pressure. “When I push, you press down.”

Joe didn’t want to hurt Alex, but his husband assured him the pressure helped.

“You’re doing great babe,” Joe said. “The head is almost here.”

“I know,” Alex panted. “Ohhh it hurts. Fuck! Agghhhhhh!” Alex instinctively arched his back, thrusting his belly into the air. Joe tried his best to rub the pain away, but all Alex did was cry out.

“Kneeling might make this go faster,” Joe said. Alex agreed, and with much effort they got Alex to kneel, Joe holding him up. Alex felt a new contraction, and it was immediately clear that gravity was helping. A lot. He doubled over in pain, clutching his belly tight. “Aghhhhh! It’s so big, oh goOOH” He screamed as he pushed. His baby crowned and he sobbed in pain. It burned so bad, his skin being stretched to the limit. “Make it stop!”

“Almost there babe,” Joe said. He made Alex sit up straight, and he cried out as is torso was stretched. Gravity was forcing the baby lower but he refused to push, trembling with the strain and the pain. “Alex, you have to push.”

“I can't! It hurts too much!” he yelled. “Please don’t make me do thi-iARGH” His belly visibly tightened.

“I’m sorry babe,” Joe said, before pushing down on Alex’s aching belly, forcing him to push.

With a scream the head popped out. Alex’s face was wet with tears and sweat. A couple pushes later, the shoulders were still not budging.

“Joe, help.” He was sobbing in pain. On the next push, Alex massaged his stomach hard, and Joe gently pulled on the shoulders. The pain was immense, and he wailed.

“Almost done” Joe encouraged. With one more bloodcurdling scream, Alex finally gave birth.

One baby down, one more to go.

[casspurrjoybell-23]

LOST and FOUND - Chapter 1 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

I awoke to my cell-phone ringing and buzzing in my pocket.

"Harrison?" I groggily called out.

I blinked, everything coming back to me quite quickly.

I did that a lot, called for him when I woke up like I expected him to come to my side and brush my hair back as I yawned, trying wake up.

He had been a morning person, always up before me.

I whimpered, knowing that he was never going to be there to wake me up ever again.

My phone wouldn't stop ringing, so I pulled it out and answered, barely looking at the caller ID to see that it was my brother.

"Hello?"

"Hey, bro," Liam said.

"Did I wake you? You sound sleepy."

"Yeah," I replied.

"But it's fine. I was just napping."

I smoothed down a loose string on the blanket, forcing myself not to pick at it.

"Have you been sleeping enough?"

"I'm fine, Liam," I said.

"You're not fine but I'll let that lie slide. Mom wants me to talk you into coming to the family barbecue on Saturday," he told me.

I could tell he was approaching it carefully.

"Oh, no. I... I couldn't. I can't drive that far."

My family lived an hour and a half away if you took a car.

Two hour bus ride but I hadn't ridden the bus in years.

Liam sighed.

"I'll come pick you up, Beau."

"No, no... I don't want to be any trouble."

"Beau, it's not a problem. We all miss you. We never see you and you're all alone over there."

I bit my lip.

I wasn't sure if I even really wanted to see my family.

They had never really approved of my relationship with Harrison.

They had always said he was too old for me and when he died they all gave me looks that said 'I told you so' as if they had expected him to die at fifty-five.

I hadn't been able to stand the looks, so I stayed away as much as I could.

Liam had never been that way though.

He was protective of me and called Harrison a pervert at first but then he told me he saw how much I loved him.

He was the only supportive one in my family.

"I'm... not sure," I finally said.

"I'm not giving you a choice. I'll be there at ten to pick you up."

I sighed.

He changed the subject.

"How's work going?"

"Fine."

As well as it could be going with having zero work experience.

I had done nothing for the past seven years.

Harrison took care of everything and I didn't even realize what a useless waste of space I was until he died.

I couldn't do anything for myself and that was glaringly obvious when I started working at the coffee shop two months ago.

Harrison hadn't left enough money for the bills to have been paid for more than a couple months, so I'd had to get a job.

Not that I could pay the bills with my minimum wage salary but at least I could buy food and keep the electricity on.

I had been so terrible as a barista at first but everyone at work had been so patient and nice even though they had no idea who I was or what I'd just gone through.

I hadn't gotten much better after working there for two months but I hadn't gotten fired yet.

"Just fine?" asked Liam.

"Yeah, just fine."

"Do you like your coworkers?"

"Sure. They're nice."

"Have you hung out with anyone recently?"

I held in another sigh.

"No," I answered honestly.

"I mostly just stay at home."

He was the one that ended up sighing.

"It would be good for you to get out, Beau."

I didn't say anything.

I just smoothed the little stray string over and over.

We were both silent for a couple minutes.

I hoped he would get tired of talking to me and just tell me goodbye but that didn't seem to be happening.

"Have you decided what to do with the bookstore?" he asked.

I tugged at my hair and whispered...

"No."

"Beau, it's just sitting there. You could sell..."

"Listen, I have to go Liam. There's someone at the door. I'll see you Saturday."

And with that I hung up.

I breathed deeply to keep from panicking.

I didn't need this kind of stress right now.

'What kind of stress, Beau? Life? You worthless piece of fucking shit.'

I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

I checked my cell-phone for the time, seeing that it was three pm.

I'd slept for three hours.

I was a little hungry so I got some peanut butter and crackers, curled back up on the chair and turned on the T.V.

I sat there for hours and stared at the T.V.

It started getting dark and I felt a little hungry again, thankfully there was more peanut butter and crackers for dinner.

I sighed as I took my dinner to the coffee table, switching to the couch.

Harrison would be so mad at me if he saw what I was eating now.

I lived off peanut butter and lunchables or whatever I could put in the microwave.

Harrison would tan my hide if he knew I wasn't taking care of myself properly but I couldn't cook.

He had cooked all of our meals.

I went from living with my parents to living with Harrison, my mom cooked for me and then Harrison cooked for me.

I had never learned any kitchen skills.

I shoved a cracker in my mouth and kept my attention on the T.V.

If I looked to the side I could see the stack of bills on the dining room table.

I shoved another cracker smothered in peanut butter into my mouth.

Once I was full, I cocooned myself in Harrison's blanket and laid on the couch.

After a few hours I started to drift to sleep.

I yawned and checked the time on my phone to see that it was past ten pm.

I had work at eight am tomorrow so I knew I'd better get some sleep.

I got up, folded the blanket and put it on the back of Harrison's chair and brought my leftover peanut butter and crackers to the kitchen.

I shut the T.V. off and then all the lights off on the way up to the guest room.

I stripped down to my underwear and crawled under the covers.

I set an alarm on my phone and closed my eyes.

I hoped for a dreamless sleep.

[atomicallysound]

27/7/23 - late

growing up is hard. it’s 4am right now. well, 3:56am if you wanna be technical about it. i remember the first time i stayed up until 4am i was 8 or 9 years old and i stayed up cuz i was was watching american dad with my sister… then she went to bed and i went playing on my computer. i was listening to spanish flea by herp albert on loop for like three fuckin hours, i remember cuz i drew my oc cakies playing the trumpet. it was actually a pretty good drawing for what i could do at the time, with my fucking mouse and mspaint and all — but that’s besides the point. after all that i went on minecraft and joined random servers and started arguing with people just to be annoying. man, it was so entertaining! it got to 4am at that point and i remmeber thinking “wow, this’ll probably be the latest i’ll EVER stay up!” then my dad came home from wherever the fuck he was and i went to sleep.

but about that… isn’t it something how when you were a kid; staying up was this monumental unheard of action? i always felt so wild staying up to even midnight. now it’s like whatever. just another night.

i’m not even tired yet. i’m TIRED, of course, but i’m not sleepy. i have this fucking headache too. and i can’t stop sneezing, so even if i could sleep, i’d be too busy sneezing to do anything about it. i think i’m getting sick. i don’t know where from since i haven’t really gone anywhere since i quit my job. man, i really fucked myself over by taking a nap earlier! at like 3 or 4pm i was depressed as all hell so i thought i’d sleep it off. it worked, i felt better when i woke up, but i woke up at like 8pm and royally fucked my sleeping schedule… oh well, i’ll just drink a shit ton of coffee tomorrow. or, later, i guess… i don’t really consider past midnight to be “tomorrow” until the sun rises. i don’t really drink coffee anymore… i used to be all about it but the last time i drank it was a deeply terrible latte from like, 3 weeks ago…

i got that deeply terrible latte because i went to starbucks to have a table to write at, and the employees were all having a lovely conversation with eachother and i suddenly felt sorry as hell for coming up to them because then that meant they’d have to stop talking just to give me my stupid drink. i wanted to jump out the fucking window at that point but i’d already walked up to the counter, and i wanted a caramel macchiato but i couldn’t remember if that was simple or hard to make — and i didn’t want to be any more of a bother than i already felt i was, so i decided to order the most basic simplest drink i could think of so they could go back to their conversation sooner, and ordered just an iced latte, please.

maybe i shouldn’t have gone to starbucks anyway because the latte sucked, it was like four fucking bucks for this muddy puddle water with a few ice cubes in it, the table i was writing at sucked & was sticky, these girls behind me kept laughing in my direction and i couldn’t tell if they were laughing AT me or just laughing & happened to look near me, i felt like an idiot, i didn’t even have anything to write about, the fire alarm kept going off cuz they were testing it, honestly why am i even talking about this? who cares? what is wrong with me? why do i feel like the scum of the earth for daring to buy a drink from people who make drinks for a living? maybe there is something wrong with me… or maybe it’s just starbucks. i don’t really like starbucks that much. 90% of my starbucks visits where id buy something have been thoroughly unpleasant. there was an incident with a certain vegan breakfast sandwich. there was a muffin i bought to share with my friend who then decided she didn’t want any and i had to sadly eat this muffin by myself while she just watched. there was a hot chocolate i burned my tongue on. but i will admit, their caramel macchiatos are good.

the birds are singing outside. it’s like 4:30 now. 4:29 if you wanna get technical about it. how have i spent half an hour writing already?

i kinda wanna stay up and go watch the sunrise. but at the same time… sleeping sounds good. goodnight friends

-yellow

[ohimesama]

11.14.22 Monday or Momday?

3:01 am

I can't sleep and for an hour I removed the ticks and fleas of John and his paw foot on his left side has big something not ticks and not even fleas, probably it is called lice? It is grayish and fat and a bit bulky... When I removed it his paw is heavily bleeding then I put a betadine and wipe it using his wet towel and applied a betadine again... Removed 1 tick on his right eyelid...

But I was able to nap on and off awhile ago...

3:11 am

Oh! It is tick that became big due to blood sucking on my bebeh John left paw foot but I removed it already and disinfect using betadine... It was really heavily bleeding after putting betadine it stopped.... Thanks G-Google!

Truth:

For dog lover's always wash your hands thoroughly.... Always!

4pm

2 minutes ago, I heard John crying while he is sleeping....I caressed his body and head and said stop crying bebeh John....

8:55 am

Woke-up an hour ago but lazy to get up just watching something... Around 7:30 am Uncle Jun went to his baranggay kingdom... Oh! He acknowledge me? This am that he will go out and go to his baranggay kingdom...

Still, having this windblow trap cult of Manalo...

Theory & Truth:

Hmmm Having this fucking windblow since 2007....Supposed to be I was able to go back, supposed to be I can have 2 lives and that fucking some fakers people on TV had have that "forever young" theme in life that this fucking windblow trap made me old and planned to simply make me an old person ever...

Supposed to be I'm just 15 then I'm actually 41 killed by that fucking cult of Manalo!

I wanna leave the hometown... I need money... I don't wanna get married now... It is a trap unless I can have a mansion house with a pool...But I still wanna see donkey and camel... Fuck off fakers cult people of Manalo!

9:14 am

Thinking of my creditZ right and left and I know God will provide... More coffee....Hoping for friends back-up!

9:57 am

My next problem here... What am I gonna do?

Bitten by rats or mickey mouse....My air fryer!

And the blender here... Where will I put these stuff here??

10:39 am

Hmm?? Uncle Jun removed the screen from the sliding glass door of kitchen... Probably he will clean it? Or there is a meaning? Or he will just clean it???

10:41 am

Thank God the Air Fryer is still alive, I wrapped it with electrical tape... Where to put this? Whew! What will I do to these rats???

1:31 pm

Done,eating lunch with bebeh John... Out of rice still waiting for the rice to be fully cooked in rice cooker... Lalah not yet eating her lunchie...

I need to recharge coz I couldn't sleep last night and I continuously removing ticks and fleas on John... Later, will bathe him again... I need to recharge coz I need to clean the bathroom and living room...

I need money for John and for my nose perfection and wanna see donkey and camel... I will just rest for an hour or 2... I just cleaned some parts of kitchen where I put the air fryer and blender on a safe spot in the kitchen...

5:28 pm

Just woke-up 15 minutes ago....I went out to check something I accidentally bumped a rock, my right food bumped it and I got a small scratch, in a way I feel bad coz I used to have smooth skin from the past years...

I feel ugly if my feet are ugly... I mean my lifestyle these days is different....I don't wanna make friends with the people that I don't feel like being with, if their skin is prettier than me... I need a skin revive in God's time... I need a foot spa actually and some collagen foot shots...

I feel bitter and I need money and I feel fat and ugly... Probably later will stream and tomorrow will bathe John... I just woke-up...

5:59 pm

From the past years I was perfect even my feet and they didn't invite me, now that I lost my smoothness those cheap wanted to be my friend? I don't like them...

Look at me during my 20's...

I was 30's here...

I was 38 here...

7:44 pm

Truth:

If they are religious it is in the bible even on the last days or apocalypse, a princess will remain a princess or a queen will be a queen until the end....

People in Cavite that cult of Manalo are bunches of irreligious...

9:50 pm

I still have the windblow trap....I feel bitter...I need money... I wanna leave the hometown...

I need to get a job in a lil while....I need self-fulfillment... Whew! I really,really wanna see donkey and camel though I feel fat and ugly but in God's time...

I wanna do nose perfection...Whew! This windblow trap made me older and the fucking cult!

I lost my x-factor and miss having it... But I need to do my self-fulfillment... I want to put a story here and hoping for a story twist...

God has reasons for everything... Don't push yet if it's not yet the good timing...

Theory & Truth:

Stop "punning" please Madam Politician, your flowery words of nothingness can't fool me anymore... You didn't help me on anything...

10:46 pm

Hating this cult, I feel bitterish...

Theory:

If I feel ugly, I wanna stab you, for you to stop chasing me....I was supposed to be a Queen... I feel ugly now... My feet need a treatment and that makes me feel like kicking you!!!

Windblow trap cult of Manalo!