#oh or i babysit my nephew whos a month old <3

[froghwon]

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[loviingpedri]

tripling the fun -jude and jobe bellingham

prompt: three best friends take over the house by babysitting the bellingham boys’ two nephews and niece.

pt.2 here

bellinghams & fem!reader platonic friendship

warnings: grammar issues, all characters are fictional (except jude and jobe ofc)

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credits to owners for all images

knocking on the door, anticipation grew.

you have grown up with jude and jobe, considering your parents and their parents were very close friends.

you practically were like their sister. you did everything with them. you were there at their biggest accomplishments or lowest levels.

the door opened to jude and jobe’s aunt, ready for dinner. recently, the bellingham boys recently had a new addition to their family, a little baby nephew. the parents had 3 kids, and one still being about 6 months old, it was a major hassle. they needed a little break, some time for themselves.

who else better to call? the famous trio!

the parents trusted you and the brothers very much. trust me, the babies were in good hands. (might be delusional, but we’ll see!)

“oh my goodness, thank you guys for coming.” the mom hugged all of you. giving you a little peek on the cheek.

suddenly, jude and jobe’s uncle appeared behind her. “you’re here! thank you guys. come in.” stepping into the house, you were met with cold air.

“i see the kids really love this house.” you spoke with a smile as you noticed toys were scattered around the floor. ending your sentence, jobe nearly tripped over a toy truck.

catching himself as you were frightened for him, the three of you burst into a laughter.

“okay mate, it’s not that funny.” jobe said while pushing the truck away from his path.

“jobe, how do you not see a bright yellow and green truck?” jude was dying from laughter.

“i’m really grateful that you took this opportunity. it has been quite awhile since my husband and i have gone out.”

suddenly, a huge commotion was made. all eyes going to the stairway, you could see a little boy about the age of 6 running down the stairs in a little dinosaur onesie.

“there’s my little guy!” the boy ran into jude’s arms into a tight hug.

“i knew it! i knew you were coming! i heard your voice.”

“did you really?” jude fixed his onesie and gave him a little pat on the back.

then, you heard a door slam. staring at the stairs once again, you could see a 4 year old girl in a pink princess dress with a tiara and wand, strutting down with a bright smile (and one missing tooth).

“all hail the princess.” jobe spoke as she slowly walked down with her head held up high. smiles appeared on everyone’s faces, except her brother’s. she only earned an eye roll from him.

finally reaching downstairs, you curtsied to her as jude and jobe did a little bow.

breaking character, she did not hesitate to run to jobe. giving him the biggest hug he has probably ever been given.

“i think the baby is still asleep. the formula is already prepped since he should be waking up soon. we have to get going, good luck guys!” quickly grabbing her purse and getting the hell out of there with her husband, it was time to finally have some fun and bonding times.

“alright kiddos, what should we do today?” jude put down his nephew and immediately patting his head for reassurance.

“we should build a castle!” jobe, also putting down the niece, agreed.

“what kind of castle?”

“castles are for losers!” her big brother snarled at her.

“now, dinosaurs may be big and strong, but they are certainly not rude.” you bent down to his level. he crossed his arms, but unexpectedly, you started tickling him.

“tickle attack!” jude yelled as everyone was tickling the dinosaur and princess.

all laughter came to a quick stop. cries of a baby were echoing throughout the house. jude and jobe were no professionals for caring for a child under 1, therefore both synchronized to look at you for help.

and to be honest, you wanted to hold that baby forever. your motherly instincts kicked in. running up the stairs, you could not wait. meeting the little guy at just 2 months old, he was probably the most adorable baby you’ve ever seen (maybe because he looks a little like baby jude, but we’re gonna ignore that fact).

slowly and gently opening the door, you were met with a baby with a small tear falling down his cheek, but having the brightest smile as soon as he saw you. your heart melted.

“aren’t you the cutest,” you picked him up and could see his chubby face and rolls on his arms. “the baby fever is really kicking in.”

wiping the little tear, you placed his head on your shoulder as you walked down the stairs. putting your hand on his semi-bald head to create a shield just in case, jude and jobe lit up to seeing him.

crowding the little one, jude took him into his arms as you prepared the milk. in the kitchen, you were met with a little princess eating a sugar cookie (jobe couldn’t say no to her).

“hello your royal highness.” you gave a smile to her as you grabbed a little bottle.

“hi y/n. how’s it going?”

“it’s going great! how’s your cookie?”

“it’s good. you should be a mom.”

the statement created a pause for you. the measuring cup filled with formula almost fell on the counter.

“sorry ma’am, but what?”

“you should be a mom.”

“oh no thank you, it is definitely not for me.”

“well you definitely need a boyfriend. i have one! his name is james, he’s 6. i like them older.”

“hold on, you’re talking about your brother’s friend?”

“yep! that james. he’s so dashing. you know you should get with jude.” a frown appeared on your face. kids are full of creative ideas, but this was not on your bingo card.

“i really appreciate your feedback, but i need time to review this information.” jude suddenly appeared in the kitchen, giving you a scare.

“what are y’all talking about?”

in panic, you shouted “nothing!” which created high suspicion. the princess got off the chair after finishing the cookie, and walking off with jude.

finishing on making the bottle, you weren’t sure on what you were about to see, but it was definitely a sight.

jude and jobe bellingham were in pink and purple tutu’s and tiaras. you gasped at the sight.

“y/n, please don’t laugh.” jobe pleaded, sensing his embarrassment already.

“who said i was gonna laugh?” you picked up the baby trying to hide the fact, you were gonna laugh. sitting on the couch to feed him, the boys were being ordered around.

“alright, what’s next to protect the precious princess?”

“it is i! the knight! and i have come to destroy this kingdom!” the once dinosaur jumped out from the hallway holding a fake sword and shield.

the princess let out a tiny scream.

“uncle jude! protect the castle now!” jude nodded in agreement as he picked up a fake sword and play fighting with the knight. tutu’s were dropping and tiaras were falling.

“meanwhile you, uncle jobe, you should totally dance with me.” hiding your smile with the bottle, jobe didn’t really have a choice.

the house was chaotic. a ballerina and knight were battling it out, jobe and the princess were turning and spinning. jobe even had a little purple magic wand as his prop for his dance recital. you were glad you could lay back with a baby who did not give any trouble.

the fun continued to grow as the night went.

[sunny-honeytears]

So i spent the last 3 days babysitting my nephew and niece and arts and crafts were the only thing that could engage the older boy for more than 10 minutes and I drew this from memory

No it doesnt neccesarily look like them but I have to share my interaction with this 4 year old boy

Me: *drawing Alfred*

Nephew: Are they your friendssss?

Me, looking at my mom who is laughing her ass off, very tempted to explain the musical but also hes 4: ....yeahhhh

Nephew: what are their names?

Me: Uhh...thats Herbert the one i showed you (longggg story) and thats....thats Count von Krolock *also laughing my ass off* oh and this is Alfred

5 minutes later

Nephew: I want to draw Alfred!

Me: For real?

Nephew: Yeah!

*I draw a single line*

Nephew: Nevermind im scared!

Me: Of Alfred?

Nephew: Yes hes scary....is he a bad guy?

Me, already noring this interaction down: ..sureee

This was after he asked what i listened to (my headphones were still in my neck after the trainride) so my instincts kicked in and I showed him this song, and im not willing to look up its german name

Happy to say he was obsessed and we had to listen to it multiple times (attention spam lasted 20 seconds tho)

A month before we were visiting and I was looking through my pinterest, sorting pictures and a pic of Krolock and Herbert came up so I jokingly showed him and asked who was his favourite and he told me he liked Herbert more and remembered his name for a whole 2 minutes.

So guys Im slowly infecting him, mostly when he is not screaming at the top of his lungs into my ear (we love 4 year old boys who cant eat a gram of sugar without a sugar rush)

ALSO ALSO

I was fucking around but tell me this isnt Professor (without hair, because using playdoh and a plastic stegosaurus tail isnt easy)

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THIRD WHEEL

PARK JISUNG

Prologue: One day, Jisung brings his nephew to swimming lessons with him. What appeared to be a third wheel, however, pulled you closer together.

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 973

Prompt: “Hang on! Where’s the baby?"

Warnings: Water [ swimming + drowning scare ]

It was sharp 3:55 pm by the clock when you opened the door to the arena. As it should have been, you were the first to arrive. It had never been a habit of yours to be late.

Providing part-time swimming lessons was something that could make you some money, and you badly needed it for college. You see, there was no wrong with utilising one’s talents for monetary profits.

You stepped out of your zipper jacket and trousers, leaving you solely in your blue nylon swimming gear while glancing at the clock again. It was about time your students started showing up.

"Hey! Y/N!" Just as you were about to jump into the pool, you heard a timid yet deep voice. That position was exceedingly uncomfortable, so you straightened yourself out and returned to the source of the call.

"Hi!" The boy repeated. "Say hi!" he said, suggesting a little boy who you assumed was barely five or six. "Hello!" The little one giggled.

"Hey, Jisung!" You started, "You’re quite early today." Ever since you started with this job, this boy struggled with time. It was quite rare to see him before time. Although you did not know him too well, you were sure he juggled many jobs and responsibilities.

"Oh." He started off with a small pout on his face. His grey hoodie obscured his hair, which was only visible on his forehead, where it glinted. His hands were firmly placed on the shoulders of the youngster. "I didn't mean to cause you any inconvenience, but..." He went on, pointing at the boy once more. "Hwan, he's my nephew."

"Hey there, Hwan! How have you been?" You interrupted in between, Jisung could simply nod at it. "Six." Hwan was the one who responded..

"Is it okay if he can be around here just for today? I’m actually babysitting him, and there is just nowhere else he could go at the moment." Jisung pleaded as you hummed your approval in the middle.

"Of course he can!" You agreed, further questioning Hwan, "Would you like to swim, little one?" You adjusted your gaze up to meet Jisung’s, requesting his approval. You'd always been awful with kids; you didn't know whether six-year-olds swam in the pool or not. "Ahh, Y/N, Hwan is actually rather excellent at it!" He swims quite well for his age!" He extolled the virtues of his adoring nephew.

"Unlike you, I guess." You guffawed.

You couldn't help but tease Jisung; the shy blush that appeared on his face every time you said something snarky was the finest part.

His gaze shifted to the ground, with the same expression as he scratched the back of his head. "Umm.. well.." He giggled timidly.

"Okay, It’s almost time, get changed up and then we’ll begin with everyone." You announced, noticing the arrival of the rest of your students.

Approximately half an hour later, you find yourself in the pool, struggling with Jisung. He could not help but crash into the lane ropes. Despite trying his best, there was still this problem with getting his strokes right.

"Just keep your chest in the same place while you push the water, and don't change the angle." You were going about your daily routine. Jisung had been attending these classes for about seven months, and he had never missed a single one. It was only natural for you to be genuine when instructing him.

"Let’s take a break." You suggested, He halted, pushing his black hair out of his face and to the back, getting rid of those swimming goggles, meanwhile you stared at his body. His white shirt was practically adhered to his skin, giving the impression that it was see-through. Interesting. His adorable face was at odds with his abdominal muscles.

"Y/N?" Jisung snapped his fingers, earning your attention. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Umm. You.." You stammered after being caught red handed. Your brain thought of all possible things that could revert to just like Jisung, you were trying your best. Trying your best not to embarrass yourself.

"Hang on! Where’s the baby!?" You shrieked.

"HWAN!" His face turned pale as he started to move around, his eyes in search of his nephew. You could not tell apart the sweat from the panic and the liquid from the pool. This was the first time you saw the otherwise calm and composed Jisung in a vulnerable state.

You both rushed out of the pool, which was large enough to accommodate a significant number of people at once and was divided into sections, as was the case at the time.

"I can not lose him like this! Where did he go?" He spoke with a worried tone in his voice. His eyes began to well up with tears. He continued, hyperventilating, "I am such an awful uncle!" His head was filled with pessimistic, fragmented notions.

"Hey hey hey! Jisung!" You leaned in closer, taking his hands in yours, encouraging him to take deeper breaths.

"Hwan.." He wept.

"Is right behind you." You implied.

Jisung's mouth was open as he glanced at you. This was possibly the first time he appeared to be offended by your humour. It wasn't a joke, though.

You held his arm and turned him around, pointing your finger. “There he is!” You made a gesture with your hand, pointing to the tiny child splashing through the water with his baby yellow fins, adding to his vivacious chuckles. Hwan wanted to be surrounded by babies his age rather than typical teenagers, or perhaps he despised the concept of being a third wheel.

"Hwan is terrific at it, already!" You appreciated. "Maybe I should start taking lessons from him instead."  Jisung teased, his fingers interlocked with yours. This was the first time you've seen Jisung in this light.

Today was a day of many firsts.

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Kenma, Kuroo and Nishinoya finding a pregnancy test

Request: mmmkay, so quarantines got me watching an unhealthy amount of anime, so could i please request kuroo, kenma, and nishinoya finding their fem SO pregnancy tests hidden in their shared bathroom? Thank you! love your writing i cant get enough!❤️❤️❤️ - anonymous

Another pregnancy request? YES PLEASE I LIVE FOR THESE. THEY WATER MY CROPS AND CLEAR MY SKIN. It don’t matter for which fandom it is, a pregnancy and/or domestic request is always a good one. If i get carried away it’s not my fault I can’t help it. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff mainly, maybe some sprinkle of angst on Kenma’s but nothing major

Kozume Kenma 

-You two have been living together for 3 years now.

-Being in a happy relationship since your third year of high school and then going to the same university, your lives were bound to one another. 

-You weren’t married and it didn’t really bother you.

-Your friends would jokingly call you Mrs. Kozume and Kenma never denied it, he would usually just wrap an arm around your waist and bring you closer to him. 

-So when you discussed kids it was a shocker. 

- “I know we are not married and all, if you want to do that first that’s fine I have no problem with that it’s just that....have you seen how Hinata is with his little girl?” 

-You had seen how happy Hinata was with his daughter.

-She was a few months old but he was so deeply in love with her.

-And you had seen how Kenma looked at them interact.

- “Okay let’s try, but no vlogging our journey or some shit!”

-You hadn’t seen him agree to something so fast in your life. 

-That was about a year and a half ago. 

-It has been a hectic ride and a disheartening one at that.

-You had a miscarriage earlier last year and after that you hadn’t managed to conceive again. 

-At first you panicked, believing that after that misfortune something broke inside of you and you wouldn’t be able to have a child after all. 

-But Kenma, being the calm one in your relationship, took you to a doctor who said that your body was just in shock and you would be able to carry a child. 

- “Just give your body some time to rest.”

-It has been five months since that and now you are standing in the middle of your bathroom staring at the pregnancy test in your hands. 

-Positive. 

-You wanted to squeal and cry at the same time, maybe laugh a little. 

-Kenma was setting up his computer to start a stream.

-One that he and 99.9% of his fans had requested to see you in.

-You had been in Kenma’s videos multiple times both on stream and on YouTube. 

-Placing the pregnancy test in the cabinet near the sink you walked out and went to Kenma. 

-You would tell him after this, give yourself time to control your excitement. 

-The stream was going well, you were answering questions *some of them had been asked before but you answered none the less* and giggling along side Kenma as he started telling the story of your failed date at the zoo. 

-A monkey had tried to take the flower that he had given you and it bit you in its attempts to take it.

-At some point Kenma got up and went to the bathroom and you were left alone with the fans showing them some of your favorite pictures. 

-While you were enjoying the stream Kenma was having a heart attack.

-He had opened the cabinet to get some tissues you stored there and came face to face with the pregnancy test. 

-The positive pregnancy test.

-You were pregnant? AND DIDN’T TELL HIM? 

-What if it ended like the last pregnancy?

-Oh god he wouldn’t be able to pull out of there this time. 

-Your laughter rang through the apartment and reached his ears, breaking his train of thought and bringing him back to reality. 

-Walking slowly towards the room his saw you with your back turned towards the door talking to the camera at his fans. 

-Right he was on a stream.

-It didn’t matter.

- “Y/N...this is real right?”

-Turning around you saw him in the doorway, head hanging low looking at the stick in his hands his hair framing his features completely. 

- “Kenmaaaa I wanted it to be a surprise!!!”

-The chat was on fire as Kenma closed the distance between you hugging you tightly before he placed you in his lap and announced that you would be welcoming another Kozume in the world. 

- “And no I won’t be vlogging anything!!!”

Kuroo Tetsuro

-He married you right after he finished university. 

-You had known each other since your first year of high school but began dating during freshman year in university. 

-Kuroo now an esteemed doctor loved calling you by his last name, it felt unreal.

-It didn’t long for him to start imagining an even more domesticated life with you. 

-You worked at the same hospital as a nurse and you usually could be found in the kids ward. 

-You were always great with kids, making the laugh and helping them stop crying. 

-What did it for him was when you were helping at the new born section and you were cooing at a baby, looking so soft and happy holding the small human that he wanted to have a baby right then and there. 

-He saw you again there helping a mother feed her baby and it felt just right.

-On the ride home he popped the question. 

- “I saw you having fun in the new born isle today.” 

- “Those babies are just too cute, Tetsu!!”

- “Yeah, seeing you got me thinking what our kids would look like.”

-He was trying to play it cool, but you saw right through him.

- “Real smooth Tetsu.”

-Little did he know though that you had already taken three pregnancy test this morning all coming out positive. 

-You had left them on the bathroom counter because you were already late. 

- ‘I need to hide them, make it a surprise.’

-The drive to your shared apartment was full of laughs and Kuroo’s poor sense of humor. 

-It was dad jokes. 

-He was practicing his dad jokes. 

-Surprisingly he didn’t pressure you on the matter of kids.

- “We’ll talk about it later.”

-He had a small pout on his lips but he soon changed the subject. 

-Arriving home you went to place the groceries but you didn’t balance them right and the milk carton fell on Kuroo. 

-There was milk everywhere.

-On the floor, on Kuroo, some of it was on you, on the counter.

- “Way to go kitten....”

-He made his way to the bathroom to throw his clothes into the washer and wash his hands.

-Then he noticed the three sticks on the counter.

-Curiousity killed the cat. 

-And Kuroo is cat.

-He has been a cat since high school. 

-Looking at the sticks it took him some time to realize what they were. 

-His eyes widened at the realization.

-Why didn’t you tell him???

-He was panicking ever so slightly, his breathing becoming erratic.

-Well he wanted to start a family with you didn’t he?

-After a few minutes of breathing exercises he still couldn’t decide if he should start jumping up and down from his giddiness or panic some more.  

-You on the other hand had juts finished putting the things away and mopping the milk off the floor. 

- “What is he doing in there?”

-You know how I said that you wanted your pregnancy to be a surprise?

-And how you wanted to hide the tests before he found them?

-Yeah you forgot and because you were dumb it took you some time to put two and two together.

-Sprinting to the bathroom you flung the door open coming face to face with a wide eyes Kuroo holding the test in his hands. 

- “Surprise?”

-He looked at you, opening his mouth and then closing it not being able to find the right words. 

-Then he was hugging you.

-He was lifting you off the ground and laughing/sobbing in your ear. 

- “Thank you thank you thank you thank you.”

-Now you were sobbing too. 

-The rest of the night was spent with you on the couch surrounded by blankets and snacks, while Kuroo did everything. 

-He made dinner, he helped you undress and put on your PJs, all in all he wouldn’t let you lift a finger. 

-He’s just so damn happy he can barely contain it. 

-Next day at the hospital he was bragging to everyone and their mothers about your pregnancy. 

Nishinoya Yuu

-Em he’s baby?

-Like literally.

-Living with him is like living with a five year old.

-And god forbid Tanaka comes to visit. 

-Now you’re babysitting two five year olds. 

-Anyways. 

-Noya our sweet sweet libero here, wanted to marry you since high school.

-He even proposed while you two were in your third year. 

-They had just won a very difficult game and he was on cloud 9.

-You had gone down to congradulate them on their win and give a few victory smooches to your boyfriend when you were tackled to the floor by a very sweaty Noya. 

- “Y/N BABY DID YOU SEE ME????”

- “Yes I did, babe.”

- “I’M SO HAPPY I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!”

-Awkward silence. 

-He didn’t even look sorry after he said it.

-It didn’t sound like it slipped either.

- “What I am going to marry you so why don’t we do it now?”

-Fast forward five years and he truly kept his promise.

-You two share a nice apartment and are living a happy life. 

-Not a peaceful one. 

-Peace is not an option with Noya. 

-Come on...

-You two hadn’t really talked about children but you knew he was great with kids. 

-You saw how he got whenever your nephew and niece came to visit. 

-He would be so playful with them but simultaneously protective and careful which was surprising because well he was Nishinoya. 

-So when you started feeling sick one morning your first thought was to take a pregnancy test. 

-You see Noya em likes to feel free....if you know you know. 

-When the test came out positive you were both excited and nervous. 

-What if he didn’t want kids? 

-What if he left?

-Noya would never leave you and he would insist you went through every difficult situation together as team but you weren’t in the best state of mind at the moment. 

-You were drawn out of your thoughts when his voice rang through the apartment.

- “Babe, Tanaka is here could you get the door?”

-Leaving everything as it was in the bathroom you went to open the door. 

-your brain was running on autopilot.

-You had no brain cells to spare at the moment okay??

- “Heyyyyy Y/N how are you?????”

-And so the game night the two of them had planned began. 

-You were making dinner waiting for Tanaka’s girlfriend to arrive so you can talk about your little revelation. 

-And yes Tanaka has a girlfriend who is indeed Kiyoko. 

-As you were cutting some vegetables, Tanaka stood up and went to the bathroom and at the same moment the door bell rang. 

-Not even two seconds passed before you heard screeching form the bathroom. 

-You had opened the door and were greeting Kiyoko when you remembered the state you left the bathroom in. 

- “YUU HOLY SHIT WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU BASTARD?”

- “TELL YOU WHAT YOU IDIOT?”

- “THAT YOU’RE A DAD WHAT ELSE?”

-Le silence. 

-Kiyoko was looking from your stomach to the pregnancy test Tanaka had thrown at Nishinoya. 

- “I’M A WHAT???????????”

-Chaos ensued.

-Noya was talking frantically with you and asking you about when you found out, why you didn’t tell him etc while Tanaka was being scolded by Kiyoko for ruining your surprise. 

-It was a very eventful night to say the least. 

-But a happy one nonetheless. 

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[barzzal]

babysitting for dummies

summary: you and your boyfriend tyson figure out how to calm a crying baby.

↳ pairing: tyson jost x you

↳ warnings: extreme baby fever, does that count?

↳ genre: fluff, established relationship

↳ length: imagine; 1.1k

↳ masterlist: the barn

note: this is a bit short but i’ve just written it mainly to compensate with my insane baby fever given all the hockey men and kids content i’ve been seeing. also, i’m tagging a few babes i know that are a sucker for josty as well (i finally wrote for him!!) @hookingminor​ @justjosty​ @hockey-ice​ 

You were almost sure that babysitting your nephew was a good idea not until your home was filled with non-stop crying coming from an all too fuzzy little babe named Lucas.

Though at this rate, the crying might even be coming from a now frustrated Tyson eagerly scrolling on his phone, googling endless ways on how to stop a baby from crying. 

“Can’t we just feed him another bottle?” He frustratingly asks for the hundredth time yet again burying his face in his palms just to muffle a scream. It didn’t help much to stop the baby’s crying and neither did it do much to your and Tyson’s despair. 

“Come on, we can’t just shove a bottle up in his mouth every time he gets crazy.” You continue rocking your body back and forth, making sure that the baby was as close to your chest as needed to somehow mimic the warmth his own mother gives off.

You reach your head down close to his body in order to get a quick whiff just to make sure that that area wasn’t the reason why he was being such a brat.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” You cooed, holding him close to your body whilst you continue soothing him with a lullaby that he’s gotten used to hearing whenever it’s nap time. 

“Okay okay, it says here to try swaying him side to side in a swift motion.” He announces with hope in his voice. Tyson swears he has never experienced such a mind numbing scenario in his life. He’s not even sure if his hearing’s still right once all the bloody crying stops. 

Oh the things he’d give just to make it stop.

You try to do what he said and sway your nephew side to side like a mad man.

“This doesn’t feel right, babe! I feel like his head’s gonna come off or something!” Your voice sounded unsure and alarmed which only made things worse at Tyson’s end because he knows how much you knew about babies so the fact that you couldn’t stop this child, who was your kin for the matter, just made the whole narrative a lot harder for him to bear. 

Finally, Tyson decides he’s had enough and stands from the couch, leaving all the stuffed animals and picture books lying around. 

“Give it to me, let me try.” The only thing he sees other than a wailing Lucas was the glare you’ve got going on when he was trying to get the baby.

“He’s a ‘he’ not an ‘it’, mister.” You walk over to the kitchen to get one of his bottles. 

“Well, he doesn’t look like one right now!” He starts to laugh, making you roll your eyes at his innate goofiness. 

“Stop it.” You say. When you see his arms still asking for the 3 month-old infant, you begin feeling the weight the baby had in your arms that the idea of Tyson having him even just for a little while sounded so appealing. You let out a sigh before finally deciding that trying would be your best resort at this point. 

“Fine. Don’t you dare drop him!” You half-shouted, quite hesitant to let the clumsiest man you’ve ever known carry something so fragile, let alone a child that couldn’t be easily replace with just a quick run to the grocery.

Tyson takes Lucas from your arms and places him safely in his, “Careful! The head, baby. The head.” You remind him, your hands suspended into mid-air, readying yourself in the event that Tyson does drop him.

He looks at you once the little one is settled in his arms, albeit still with the wild squirming and crying going on. “See? I got him.” He says, now treading his way back to the living room and towards the giant mirror articulately placed across the love seat as per Tyson’s request back when you first moved in your shared apartment. 

You didn’t mind him anymore and instead started to clean up some of Lucas’ stuff scattered around the kitchen island. You make your way to the powder room to get Lucas’ wash kit when the familiar quietude of your home starts ringing in your ears.

Have I gone deaf? You think. With a baby bag filled with wipes and Lucas’ soft towels wrapped in your left arm and a couple of his milk bottles on the other, you get out of the powder room and hurriedly stride your way towards where Tyson was, anxious as to what might’ve possibly caused him to stop crying; only to see Tyson bouncing him back and forth in front of the mirror. 

“Who’s that? Do you know who that is?” Tyson coos in a voice you never thought he’d ever use. The baby that was once screaming bloody murder, was now giggling at the way Tyson showed him what wonders a mirror could do. 

“Yes! That’s you buddy! That’s you right there!” He cheers when Lucas tries to grab himself through the mirror. 

You couldn’t believe what Tyson was able to do and neither could he. All he knows now is how good it feels to be the reason behind a child’s small giggles.

He couldn’t possibly put into words how it felt when Lucas wrapped his teeny tiny little fist all over his finger that he’s almost too certain that he didn’t want his parents to come home and get him just so he can make him giggle a little bit more. Perhaps, it’s even safe to say that in that little moment he had with him has made him realize why having a child will always be a good idea considering the misery he was in a few minutes ago. 

You put down all the things that had you occupied so you could join them. Tyson sees you through the mirror, a quiet smile breaking off his lips. 

“He stopped crying.” He whispers, planting a soft kiss on top of the baby’s head. Giving himself a whiff of Lucas’ baby scent. The one that’s always made your uterus skip a beat each time you get to hold him.

You only nod along, answering Tyson by whispering a soft “Yes, you did it.” before wrapping your free arm around his strong physique.

You rest your head on his shoulder. Your eyes, meeting each other’s through the mirror as Lucas’ hand is now wrapped around your finger, all whilst Tyson continued to bounce him lightly in his hold.

“Lucas has got pretty eyes, don’t you think?” You quietly tell him, both of your gazes pinned towards yourselves in the mirror. Evidently in awe of the mental image it has printed for the both of you. 

Sure, it was quite obvious, but neither of you wanted to say a word. You can’t help but wonder, of course. You just weren't sure if Tyson had the same mental image running in his head. You weren’t sure if he wanted the same thing you never knew you wanted not until you saw him holding Lucas oh so perfectly. 

Well, not until he spoke and replied to what you’d just said.

“I hope ours has yours, y/n.” Tyson looks at you, eyes dreamy and glinting with hope. A sight you see before he finally reaches to meet your lips as if to seal that mental image you both happened to have all along. 

[demivampirew]

With love, Syverson

Captain Jackson Syverson x Reader 1

Michael (Mike) Syverson x Reader 2

Trigger warning: young parents, unexpected pregnancy, family issues, arguing; some angst (but also lots of fluff), subtle mention of sex (no smut)

You can find more of my writings in the Masterlist    

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“He’s just a boy!” Jackson exclaimed and sighed.

“He’s almost five years older than you were when you had him, babe” you argued calmly.

“It was different” he replied bitterly.

“Was it? Are you sure?” you questioned raising an eyebrow.

“I wanted him to live a different life. I wanted him to enjoy life to the fullest before he had the age to have a family and responsibilities. I wanted to live the life I couldn’t.”

“I know, darling but, there’s no point getting angry at how things turn out to be and how they could be different. It is what it is. He got his girlfriend pregnant and now wants to face the consequences of his actions. If you would ask me, that’s proof of how good of a father you are; he didn’t excuse himself for being young and left the girl alone with the problem.” you replied and took his hand and kissed it. “He needs you right now, more than anyone else. He needs his dad to give him a hand and let him know that everything would be ok and that you have faith in him.”

Syverson looked absent-minded to the room. You sat right next to him and cuddle. He continued to squeeze your hand while he was lost on his thoughts, sitting there in complete silence.

Considering the emotional draining day you had, you thought that you weren’t going to be able to eat at all but, as soon as the waitress brought the food to the table, you started to devour it. Mike played with it, moving it around in the plate with the fork. He barely said any-words since you two left his dad’s house -except for “We’re alone in this but, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” To say that you felt guilty would be an understatement: you were as guilty as him for no being careful; you wouldn’t be able to find a job while being pregnant and you had no one to ask for help. Now, all the weight of providing for you and the baby laid on him.

“Mikey, the food is going to get cold, baby.” you pointed out. He seemed to suddenly wake up from his trance, surprised as if he had just realized where he was.

“Sorry, I was thinking about things” he apologized and took a bite of the steak he had on his plate.

“Penny for your thoughts? you asked.

“I have some money that I was saving for a surprise trip for us for the summer. It isn’t a lot, but it should be enough to buy groceries for a month or two. Also, I could sell my console. I’ll start to look for a job and, I’ll talk to my roommate to see if he allow us to stay in my dorm for the moment until I found us a home.”

“ I have like $300 save, that should help. And I can sell my laptop,” you added.

“No, baby, you need that for college” he replied.

“I’ll have to quit. My father kicked me out of the house and cut me from all my expenses, including college. According to him, if I’m old enough to get pregnant, I’m old enough to take care of all matters by myself,” a tear rolled down your face as you remembered the conversation you had that day with your father.

“You won’t quit college and, it’s final. I’ll do whatever it takes to pay for it myself,” your partner assured without any doubts. You nodded and continued eating.

As you walked heading to his college dorm, he got a message from his dad, which read “Come home, I want to talk.” He stood in the middle of the street and, he looked as if he was arguing with himself. Knowing him, you assumed that his proud self didn’t want to talk to his father after the fight they had but, he must have known that he didn’t have much choice that to comply.

“What’s your plan?” Jackson asked, at that moment he wasn’t Jack or Sy, he was ‘Captain Syverson’.

“Look for a job to provide for my family and a place for us to stay” Mike replied.

“What is it that you wanted from me?” Sy questioned.

“All I wanted is for you to use the money you pay for college to pay for her studies. She’s a much better student than me and deserves to finish her degree. I’ll get a job so I can pay for a place, food and other stuff.” he said firmly.

The southern man looked at his son for a moment and the walk around the room in silence with his arms crossed on his chest. His son and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch looking at each other worriedly and you were sitting in a chair on the other side in silence.

“This is what we would do: You would continue college and make sure you get better grades. As for her, I’ll pay for her studies with the money I’ve saved for the car I was expecting to gift you for graduation.” your man said and the couple sighed in relief. “As for the place to live, you can stay here and I’ll take care of food and other things.”

“I will help you, too,” you added. “I can babysit so you can go to classes and study. I’m great with kids and also I’m my own boss so I can work and take care of the baby at the same time," you exclaimed, cheerfully.

“So, you’re great with kids, hu?” Jack questioned with a playful smile.

“Yes. I have a god-daughter and two nephews and I take care of them sometimes and they love me,” you explained, proud of yourself.

“Have you ever thought about having one yourself?” he asked curiously.

“Yes, with the right partner.”

“How about me? Do you think that I could be the father of your kid?”

“Honestly? Yes, I’d love to have a kid with you but, we should wait until after your baby’s baby is born. Two babies at the same time could be a lot.

“Yeah, you’re right. But, in the meantime, we can do the thing you do to have babies but using protection,” he suggested with a smirk.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Sy got on top of you, grabbing your face and kissing you, sweetly but passionately.

A week went by since your life changed drastically. Although your parents allowed you to grab clothes and books from your their house, they were firm on their decision of cutting you out of their lives. Mike moved from his college dorm to the house so you could be together as much as possible. Mr Syverson - Jack, as he asked you to call him, was incredible: he would cook and clean. The first two days he seemed to be upset about the situation but later he went back to his cheerful mood. His girlfriend was helpful as well. She found you an obstetrician and knew a lot about baby-related stuff.

A sudden noise woke you up. It was Mike complaining to his father for waking him up so early on a Saturday morning.

“Sorry kid but, as a parent, there are no days off,” Syverson said as he threw some clothes on the bed. “Get dress and come downstairs. I have a couple of tasks I want you to help me with,” he ordered and left the room.

Mike sighed and sat on the bed, still half asleep as he put his pants on. You caressed his back and asked him if he wanted you to go with him but, he told you to keep sleeping. You would have insisted on helping him if you weren't so exhausted. As soon as he crossed the bedroom’s door, you fell asleep again.

“So, what do you want me to do, dad?” Mike asked as he yawned.

“Put on this” his dad indicated as he handed him an apron. The young man raised an eyebrow confused. “I’ll teach you how to make bread and pizzas.” the man continued.

“Why?” questioned Mikey.

“Because it’s great that you have a partner and parents but, just like me, someday you could be on your own with your baby and, you need to know some basic stuff like cooking and cleaning,” he explained and started to teach his son how to prepare bread.

While the food was on the oven, Syverson put coffee beans on the coffee-maker and told Mike the plans for the next day: “Tomorrow I’ll teach you how to knit”.

“What?” the college kid asked, surprised.

“Yes. We’ll make a blanket for the baby. And, next week we’ll make a crib,” Jackson confirmed.

“Ok, the crib I get it but, why I’d need to learn how to knit?”

“That’s a skill that’s always useful, Mikey” he assured him.

“Do you seriously know to knit?” the younger Syverson asked, amused. His father walked towards the living room and a moment later re-appeared in the kitchen holding a picture-frame.

“That’s grandma holding you,” he said, pointing at the photo. “Do you know who made that blanket?” there was no need for him to reply because his father point at himself proudly. “I learn to do a lot of things for you, son. Grandma and grandpa helped until they were gone when you were still pretty young but, for most of the time that I’ve got you, it was just the two of us and, I’ll have to take care of you: cook for you, bathe you, take you to the doctor, etc. I want to pass all my knowledge to you so you too can take off your baby,” hi finished and playfully touched his son’s hair.

[jiminrings]

Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞

base line

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!

notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)

you love your job

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!

you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??

there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor

ok but listen

you really do!!

you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!

you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!

your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!

because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u

jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one

you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!

seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!

aha you have now established power <3

but ya know,,,

being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily

obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly

you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less

it’s just as simple as that

wait actually no

there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work

not it

h i m

jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!

your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week

hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen

.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,

and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.

you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((

it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm

well

aha

... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok

maybe you really do like him or oR!!

or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-

“good morning, hoseok!!”

you mostly make french toast every morning because:

a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it

b) baby it’s EASY

c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself

d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold

e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3

you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,

jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that

he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know

like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo

and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them

one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow

𝔀𝓸𝔀

every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all??? 

“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”

lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big?? 

not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along 

so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid

AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM

one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D

minor problem tho

he doesn’t take up your offer :((

maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile

every morning, you greet him!!

“good morning, hobi!!”

you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!

... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend

.... aha anywAys!!

you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings

“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”

you: :D

him: :|

every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room

every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda

you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month

free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less

vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((

sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no

every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment

“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”

no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit

you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??

pls say right

you’re basically FLIRTING with him

and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((

at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok

in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that

you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to

he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all

and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself

you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five

oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE

it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away

you’re tired of trying 

it’s okay :)

hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together

wait no that’s quite a reach

you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((

fine then

you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter

if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind

sike

you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him

but that is the LAST time ok

you’re gonna start tallying this morning

wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!! 

....

oh....

wait this was easier than you expected

you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall

you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!

for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds -- 

it feels good to not care :D

“up please!! up!!” 

you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher

and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class

also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end

he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n

he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away

you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-

yeah nevermind

it’s now a carrying train :D

you just made up that name on the spot

it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified

bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds

throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong

he just can’t place it

he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??

maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??

either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head

anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything

..

....

........

why are you not looking at him

....

......

....

wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM

huh

that’s weird

but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????

hmmm

omg

his prayer’s been answered!!

honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing

you finally got the message :D

yeah that’s good :D

hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete

“let’s stop now?”

hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him

you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever

you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???

“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”

he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually

you just wave him off

.... communication.... where is it

he’s gathering the facts so far.

you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine

you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that

not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...

that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care

but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???

where.,., WHERE is his french toast

he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then

jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time

aHEM

ok what’s happening now

you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?

you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too

“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”

you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!

he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit

“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“

mug cake is the actual devil!!!

imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos

congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs

there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse

it’s been almost a week

and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY

some people dO have an inkling though,.,.

“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”

principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him

normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D

yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal

he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him

he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft

“you say that to EVERY teacher”

lol everybody knows that but no one points it out

he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!

“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”

hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said

yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??

“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”

the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3

there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out

you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER

now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death

but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation

it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already

he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact

okay now that hurt

god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((

and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence

does he uhm

does he l-word you??

“and that’s it!”

you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D

that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious

it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!

“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”

lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat

yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!

you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair 

he’s such a cute kid omg 

“thank you s-...”

however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that

with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn

he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao

the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats

there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok

you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)

“give to who??”

the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm

“o-oh!”

how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids

oKAY definitely not hobi

maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-

the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up

the commotion?? ur palm

hobi himself folded a crane!!

:)

and it’s sitting snugly in your palm

:)

he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close

hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before

you might just cry

hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher 

but it’s okay 

it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on

it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks

“do you feel chilly tonight?”

[farfromsugafanfic]

Babysitter

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings: this is almost 3 years old now so

Synopsis: You babysit Taehyung’s little cousins. As a famous idol, he’s not around a lot. But, this night, he decides to make a surprise visit.

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You'd just finished making dinner when there was a knock at the door. The two boys you were babysitting didn't even look up from their plates as you left to answer the door. 

"Hello?" you asked, pulling open the door. 

You stood in shock at the boy who stood in front of you. Kim Taehyung. He wore a pair of sweats, a hoodie with the hood pulled over his messy blond hair, and a mask; but you could still tell it was him. 

He pulled down the mask when he met your eyes and bowed politely. He carried a large duffel bag on his shoulders that looked to packed heavily. 

"Ah, Y/N," he said. "I take it my aunt and uncle aren't home?" 

You nodded sheepishly, surprised the boy still remembered your name. Your families had been friends since you and Taehyung were children. He was only a year older than you, but because he had moved so far away and was successful, it sometimes felt like he was a whole generation older than you.

"Do you mind if I come in and see the boys? I wanted to surprise them," he said, holding up his duffel bag, which you assumed held various presents for his younger cousins. 

You nodded and stepped aside and allowed the boy to step inside. With the shut of the door, the two boys curiosity was piqued and you soon heard excited footsteps and yells. 

"Boys!" you chastised. "Remember your manners!" 

The two boys immediately bowed to their cousin before rushing to hug him again. Taehyung had crouched down and opened his arms wide, lovingly crushing both boys into his chest. 

"I have presents for you," he said, unzipping the duffel bag partway. "Have you been good for your parents, respected your elders?" 

The boys nodded furiously, anxiously trying to peer into the bag. 

Tae pulled out two toys for each of them. They squealed in delight and hugged their elder cousin again. The toys looked expensive, something they would normally only get during a special occasion. Which--you figured to these boys--Tae's visit was a special occasion. 

"All right," you said, taking control of the situation. "You can play with your new toys for an hour, but then you have to go to bed." 

The boys whined until you pointed out it was just cutting into their hour. You couldn't help but laugh slightly. 

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You were surprised when Tae followed you into the kitchen. He began helping you clean up dinner, helping you load the dishwasher. 

"How long are you in Daegu?" you asked. 

"A week," he answered. "I just flew in this afternoon." 

"How's your family? I don't see them as often since I moved to university." 

You didn't really move far, just into a dorm in a different part of the city, but because you weren't home as often, you didn't see Tae's parents when they came to visit. You did occasionally see his sister, trying to make plans with her every month or so. She was a year younger than you and you'd always felt like a sister to her, you felt obligated to be a role model to her. 

You saw Tae's aunt, uncle, and little cousins most because you still babysat for them on occasional weekends. You'd started when you were in high school, when oldest boy was a baby and the second wasn't even born yet

"Good," he said. "I don't see them much either." 

You knew that pained Taehyung. He'd always been so close to his family and you remember when he first moved to Seoul and you kept in touch for the first few months, he'd call you and tell you how much he missed his family. But, soon those calls stopped and you assumed he'd stopped missing you too. 

"I haven't seen your family since before I moved to Seoul," he said. "Your brother out of university?" 

"Yeah," you answered. "He works in Seoul now, actually. He got a fancy job up there." 

Taehyung looked excited at that. His body physically moving upward and his eyes widening. 

"You'll have to give me his number! I'd love to meet up with him." 

You agreed, shutting the dishwasher and starting its cycle. 

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The boys--as you expected--would not go to bed. They were still too excited with their new toys and with Tae's presence. He indulged them for a little while, listening to their ramblings about their classmates and about the TV shows they liked.

Tae in turn told them stories about Seoul and being an idol--at least the kid friendly stories. He promised them that he could introduce them to their favorite animated character and you couldn't help but smile. 

You put on an episode of their favorite show, which normally calmed them, and put them to sleep halfway through the second episode. You queued up the show and sat down on the couch. Both of the boys wedged themselves on either side of Tae and he put one of his arms around each of them. 

Just after the first episode, both of the boys were sleeping soundly. You smiled over at Tae and each of you carried one of the boys to their room. After tucking each of them in, the two of you made you way back to the living room. 

The kid's show was still playing and neither you got up to change it, or had any other suggestion of what to watch. 

“Still like Chocolate Corns?" he asked, pulling a bag of the snack from his duffel. 

You smiled and nodded and reached for the bag. You opened them and popped one in your mouth. You were surprised he remembered your favorite snack and couldn't help the smile that broke out across your face. 

"It's getting late," you said. "Your aunt and uncle typically don't get back until the early morning. You really don't have to stay." 

"You sound like you don't want me to," Tae teased, sneaking one of the Chocolate Corns from the bag. 

"No, Tae, it's just you're only here a week. I understand you might want to go home and see your family." 

"They're asleep by now, anyway," he said. "Besides, I missed you." 

"Really?" you asked, trying to hide your blush. "Then, how come you never call?" 

You only meant to tease the boy, you knew his busy schedule rarely allowed him to call his parents. However, Tae knitted his eyebrows and looked down at you. 

"No, Tae, I was just teasing," you said. "I know you don't have time to call." 

"I knew you'd be here," he said, quietly, his deep voice taking on a huskier quality. "I wanted to see you." 

He pressed his forehead to yours, both of your breaths smelling of chocolate. His hands roamed up to your hair and you closed your eyes feeling his breath graze over your lips. 

"No," he said. "I want to save this for the right time. Would you go on a date with me? Sometime this week, before I have to leave." 

"Yes," you said, smiling. 

He moved hair out of your face and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

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You heard the door close and immediately popped up. Tae's aunt and uncle had just walked in. Tae appeared to have also fallen asleep, based on his disheveled hair and half open eyes. 

"Taehyung!" they exclaimed, rushing to greet their nephew. 

They either hadn't noticed how you two had been asleep in each other's arms or had chosen not to comment on it. 

"The boys are fast asleep," you said, once the pleasantries had been exchanged. "I should get going it's late." 

"Oh, Taehyung, be polite and take the girl home?" his aunt said, winking at you. She had noticed. You tried to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

"I'd love to."

[secret-ssociety]

Let me down pt.3

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader (platonically), Reader x oc

Warnings: I mean, in my eyes this is pure fluff, but who knows if it will hurt you

Summary: Peter and May have dinner with Y/N’s family, prompting a lot of questions to get an answer.

A/N: oKAY, I know that what happened wasn’t exactly what you expected and and it has taken me so long to write this but it's finally here. I want to thank you all, I never meant for this blow up like it did or to even become a series, honestly when I wrote the first part I was just in a really bad mood and I felt like writing something sad and that came out, but then people started to ask for a second part and well the rest is history. So yeah, I actually want to write even more parts to this so let me know if you would like it. Also, I tagged everyone who asked me to write more to this, but let me know if you want to be removed from the taglist

Masterlist

part one part two

Peter couldn't help but feel like his head was spinning as he walked back home from the metro that night. Claire had sat him down in her bed for almost an hour showing off all of her Avengers stuff. She had a replica of Thor's Mjolnir (and she knew how to pronounce it, which was even more impressing), she had the Spider-Man's Uno she had mentioned (it did make him kind of emotional to see a drawing of him on the package) and she had Iron Man's full suit.

Yeah, he did his best not to cry with the last one.

Even if she hadn’t ran up to you screaming ‘mommy’, he would’ve known that she was your daughter. Claire had your hair, your eyes, your nose, even when the rest of her tiny face was more like Mark’s. The corners of her eyes wrinkled the same way yours did when you smiled and she was as energetic as you, she got lost in her own thoughts just like her you used to do.

He had been counting the seconds to be out of your house and be able to break down on the guardianship of his loneliness, but when he found himself walking down the street after dinner... he just didn't.

Peter had gone to school that day being sure that as soon as he saw you, something would be okay, and even if it hadn't gone according to the plan, he hadn't been wrong. Something was okay: you were okay. You had a career, a good job, a loving husband, a perfect daughter, a beautiful family.

You had a great life and, most importantly, you were willing to welcome him in it, so yeah, maybe things were going to be okay.

So when Claire asked him to dinner with them again at the end of the week, and you said you wanted to say hi to May, he just couldn't refuse. That's how he ended up standing in front of your house again, with May by his side this time, holding a cherry pie they had placed and decorated on a plate as if to pretend they hadn't bought it from the grocery store.

As soon as the door opened, Peter handed the dessert to May, because he was prepared for the moment Claire jumped to his arms to greet him. You smiled openly at May, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes at the sight of the woman who had given you a place to call home everytime you felt like your own house was not it.

Both Peter and Mark noticed how you tried to keep your composure when her arms wrapped you in a warm embrace.

"Sorry, I'm a mess," you muttered in apology, trying to wipe your eyes without messing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful," May corrected, making your eyes wet all over again. "It smells amazing," she said suddenly, changing the subject to give you a chance to calm down, "what are you cooking?"

"Oh, I'm not cooking," you clarified rushing them inside, Peter still carrying the little girl in his arms, "Mark is. I somehow manage to burn the water."

"You could always make PB and jelly sandwiches," Peter said with an amused smile, earning a fond laugh from your lips, as if you shared an inside joke.

Only when Mark received the pie from May's hands did Peter notice that he was wearing a purple apron over his white unbuttoned shirt, and he couldn't help the sting in his heart at how perfect he was. He kindly apologized at the fact that the meat still needed a few more minutes on the oven, because he had been held back a little longer than expected at the office.

"What's that smell?" You asked, frowning.

"Daddy, the aspargaroos!" Claire exclaimed instantly, clearly unaware of how to pronounce asparagus, as she wiggled to let Peter know she wanted to be back on the ground. The tiny human ran behind her father into the kitchen, ready to do the damage control.

You decided to grab a bottle of white wine (and another Capri Sun for Peter) while her husband and daughter tried to resolve the asparagus crisis. He tried to pay attention to the conversation the two women in front of him were maintaining, but it was like they were talking in some foreign, alien, grown up language he couldn't understand.

This time, you took a little longer to finish your glass of wine than the last bottle you had opened, which had been a week ago when Peter had showed up in your doorstep. You were trying your best to hide your excitement talking to May, but you couldn't help the profound feeling of pride that took over your chest when you saw her eyes glimmer with amazement as they explored around the living room, where the pictures and prices of all of your family's accomplishments were displayed.

Peter was the first to notice Mark come out of the kitchen with a sheepish smile, "alright, so, the asparagus isn't salvageable, er, how do you feel about KFC salad?"

That's how they found themselves sitting at the round dinner table eating steak with a mushroom sauce Claired had been the one to think about, roasted potatoes and KFC salad, because apparently the always ordered some extra salad on their takeaways and stuffed them in the fridge.

"So..." May started, eyeing the young couple nervously. "There is so much to talk about. How... you... well..."

"How did I end married and with a kid at twenty three?" You finished for her, saving a sigh to yourself although you felt your husband tense a little beside you. The more you two heard that question, the more annoying it got, even when you knew May didn't mean to offend you.

Of course you knew you were young, and that many people your age couldn't handle such commitments, you didn't need people telling you that constantly. You had heard the same discourse from teachers, employers, even neighbors you had never talked to, it quickly got old and you tried not to become aggressive everytime you heard it.

Mark and you had a happy, healthy marriage, with a wonderful daughter that had brought light into a world as dark as yours was since the blip. You had good jobs that allowed you to have a stable economy and also take care of your family. You were happy, what else mattered? If you wanted opinions or needed help, you would certainly ask for it.

You never once had.

Still, you responded kindly, "well, we met in college, Princeton," you mentioned, earning two proud looks from your guests. "We were in different programs, so we met specifically through a praying group."

"That had never really been my thing," Mark picked up, "praying and all that God related talk bored me, but most of family and friends had been blipped... I was lonely. So I thought maybe I should give it a try."

"I honestly thought he had gone for the food, because when the meeting was over he looked like he hadn't understood a single word."

"Because I hadn't."

"A friend and I decided to come and talk to him, but after she left we hung out a little longer," you tried to hide the cheesy smile that took over your lips, but you looked over at Mark, who hasn't trying to hid his, and couldn't. "I don't know how to explain it, something about that moment just felt" you shrugged shyly "right."

The memories of you staying on the library, hiding behind the stacks of books so that no one would notice you trying to stay inside after it closed and talking the whole night long never failed to raise goosebumps along your skin. He would offer to read for you when your eyes got tired of working with the dim light that entered through the window, even when he was a law major and didn't understand a single word on the neuroscience and robotic books you were always studying.

It was soon after getting to know him, you just knew Mark had been made for you. There was something in the way you could see in his eyes that crowds freaked him out and that he tried not to cry after talking to his mom in the phone, something in the way he understood your whimpers in the days where anything above a mutter was just too much, that you knew this awkwardly tall curious guy was meant to cross your path.

"Things moved pretty fast after that," you continued, hoping you hadn't zoomed out for too long, "like 'we got married eight months after' fast."

May did her best to hide her surprise, while Peter choked on the salad. Was listening to your loving tone as you told the story easy? No, not at all. He wanted to throw up. Peter was still hopelessly in love with you, even when you were now five years older, even when you had a husband and a child, even when it was ridiculous and impossible, because for him it hadn't been years, it just had been months.

"Claire came soon after that," Mark concluded after pouring some more juice on Peter's glass and asking him if he was okay. "And all of this happened throughout college?"

"We had a really good support system," he nodded, smiling down at Claire, who had made a mess over her chicken sandwich. "A really good amount of friends willing to babysit whenever we had to work, understanding teachers who let us bring Claire to our lectures. My mom and Y/N's parents were also a great help."

"We were both on scholarships that gave us some allowances to support ourselves each month, too," you added. "It wasn't much, but it helped."

"And what are you working on now?" May switched to a conversation that would probably be easier on her nephew.

"Well, Mark is an associate on a buffet in Manhattan," you said grabbing your husband's hand. "What's your approach?" Peter asked, somewhat genuinely curious.

"Environmental law," he replied proudly.

"And I-"

"Mommy builds robot limbs!" Claire exclaimed excitedly, prompting a laugh on the others.

"Before I graduated, I got a job as lab assistant on a research for neuro prosthetics," you explained, "and after graduating, they hired me as researcher. Basically what we're trying to do is to create a non-invasive implant we can connect to the brain and spinal cord that controls robotic prosthetics for people who have lost limbs or return movement to paralyzed body sections."

Peter's skin prickled at the description of the research, for it was one he had known before it all went crumbling down. A memory flashed through his eyes, Tony helping his friend walk after he had been injured in Germany, on his first mission.

"That's..."

"A Stark Industries' research, yes," you nodded solemnly.

"Y/N told me you had an internship with Tony Stark before... it all happened," Mark commented carefully. Peter's head practically snapped in his direction, then, more subtly, in yours. You shook head slightly, almost imperceptibly, but clearly enough to let Peter know you hadn't told his secret.

"You met Tony Stark?" Claire asked him with a bright light in her eyes, one that Peter had seen thousands of times on other kids that, very much like himself, dreamt every night of robots and technologies that could change the world.

"Yes."

"How was he?"

Peter thought for a few seconds about his answer. What was Tony Stark? He was charming, sure, but he wasn't exactly friendly. He was a genius, yet he had never let that cloud his judgement. He had trouble expressing himself, but he always made sure the people around knew how much they meant to him. Suddenly Peter understood why Shakespeare was always making up words, there were just some things, some people, the english language wasn't extensive enough to describe, so he said the best he could come up with.

"He was the most amazing guy I ever met."

You smiled down at your nearly empty plate, it was impossible to forget how much had mr. Stark meant for Peter. Even when you guys broke up and cut off all communication, you still prayed for him to always be under the wing of his mentor. You couldn’t imagen what it was like for Peter to live in a world where Tony Stark was no longer there to help him walk through life.

Hopefully, you would be able to do that in his absence.

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[that-little-zebunny]

Mistwer Bwarnes

This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ ‘s 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge: Sweet Treats. I choose Sharing a milkshake coz why not? Sharing is caring uwu

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warning: None just a dose of sweet tooth aching fluff

WC: 1,458

Summary: You boyfriend is back from his work and end up joining you babysitting a little fan of his.

Sebastian is home! After months of being away on a shoot. That’s why when he suddenly showed up on your front door you couldn't stop yourself from screaming so loud and throwing yourself on his arm making him chuckle as he hugs you tight kissing the top of your head.

“I missed you too Sweetheart.” he said as he put you down and held your face to kiss you on the lips making you moan and cling on him more.

You’re so happy he’s here that you forgot you got a little daredevil in your living room until you heard something crashed. Seb let go of your lips looking at you frowning.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I forgot about him.” you laughed awkwardly and stealing a quick kiss on his lips you pulled him inside your home. “I’m currently babysitting for my sister.” you said as you and bucky stare at a little four year old kid hanging upside down your sofa.

You saw your rose cabbage that is supposedly on your coffee table on your floor. Luckily the plant was not damaged much but the soil is everywhere.

“Lucas, what did you do to Auntie’s plant?” You said tiredly. You love this kid but he’s just super energized 24/7.

"It jumped, Auntie. Sowwie" The kid said fixing himself on the sofa looking at you with his ever so effective puppy eyes. Sighing you went to him to squish his chubby cheeks and kissed his forehead.

"Well it's fine. The plant is alright but next time don't climb tables Hun it's not safe." You told him seriously. "You understand that?? We don't want you to have boo boo right?" And the kid nodded and hugged you tight. You heard Seb chuckling at you being defeated by a kid when he can't win arguments with you. You heard Lucas' little gasp as he saw Sebastian. You know how much of a Bucky fan your nephew is.

"It's you!!!" Lucas said or more likely shouted as he pointed at Sebastian.

"Me?" Your boyfriend asked, confused.

"You're James Buchownun Bwarnes!!!!" He clapped his hands.

"Am I?" Seb smirked as he looked at the kid with warm eyes.

"I know you! You fight bad guys!" He happily explained as he ran to his backpack recovering his little Bucky action figures for sure. He loves showing them off to people.

Seb looked at you, wide grin on his face seeing how excited your nephew is. You just shrugged your shoulders, smiling too as you cleaned up the mess made by the fallen plant the magically jumped. You chuckle.

"Wow. I didn't know your nephew liked Bucky." He said as he helped you out.

"Well, no one can escape the charm Bucky Barnes has specially being played by a wonderful actor." You teased him making his cheeks turn a shade of red.

"You're too good for my ego. I love you sweetheart." He said winking at you.

"I love you too and I have so many things I wanna do with you right now. Sadly I have a promise I need to fulfill to a certain kid." You said as you got up. Seb groaned painfully looking at you with intense eyes. You sent him a flying kiss.

The Mess on the floor is all cleaned up. You set you poor rose cabbage somewhere dry so you can tend to it later without it dying on you.

A little later you heard little footsteps coming towards you. Lucas comes to view with his three toys. A Endgame Bucky toy, 40s Bucky and a Captain America toy, those are his all time favorites.

"Mistwer Bucky!!! Look! I have smol you." He said as he shows Seb a  toothy grin.

"Wow, that looks exactly just like me." He said as he kneel down to be on Lucas' level.

You let the two play for a bit as you finish up cleaning and walk to them after more or less thirty minutes.

“Okay boys, time to go.” You said. It’s time to go out and fulfill your promise to Lucas.

The kid excitedly went to get his shoes while Sebastian stood up to hug you from behind.

“What’s up? Where are we going?” He asked as he rained kisses on your nape.

“Stop that, there’s a kid here.” You chuckle. He did what you said but without kissing your cheek before he let go of you.

“So?” He asked as the two of you waited for Lucas.

“Well. I promised him a milkshake this morning. There’s a shop that we love to go to and we are going there now.” you happily told him.

“Sounds fun.” Seb said as he picked up his hat and sunglasses.

“Milkshakeeee!” Lucas said as he walked near the door which made you and Sebastian laugh.

All of you are very excited but not until you reach the store. The hot weather must have attracted lots of customers because its jam packed. You worriedly peaked at Seb and you saw him lover his baseball cap a bit and looking down to hide his face better. You smiled worriedly at him but he only winked at you and circled his left arm on your waist.

“We’ll order and then leave as soon as we are done.” you said to him looking down at Lucas who is excitedly waiting beside you. The line is a bit long but they are moving nicely.

It took you a good twenty minutes until it was your turn and the nice owner Mr. Lopez smiled nicely at your group. You’ve been on his shop for so long that he became your friend.

“Hello there, my favorite customer.: He said as he looks down at Lucas who is looking up at him with sparkly eyes.

“Hello Mistwer Lowpez.” Your nephew greeted waving his hands.

“Hey, looks like a good day for you today.” You said to the sweet old man.

“It is. It must have been very hot out. This is the most customer I have had in my twenty years of business.” He chuckled. “Will you be getting you usual?” He asked and you nodded then looked at Sebastian at your side.

“What will you get sweetheart?” you asked.

“I think I’ll have the same as you guys.” HE said, he still has his head lowered.

“Is he okay?” Mr. Lopez asked.

“Yes, he’s just a little shy.” you teased him which earned you a light pinch on your side making you jump up from the shock and the tickling sensation. “Seb!” you said giggling.

“Bad girl.” he whispered near your ears making you shiver.

Paying Mr. Lopez after he got your orders the three of you moved out of the way so that the next customer can order and you’ll just wait for your drinks to be prepared.

A moment later the three of you were on your way home. Lucas is already drinking his and humming happily as he does not until he tripped on his own feet luckily Seb was quick enough to catch him.

“You okay bud?” he asks as he helps the kid stand up. Lucas was just looking at him in awe.

“You really are a superhero!” he said jumping up to cling on Sebastian’s neck. It makes you laugh and warms your heart at the same time.

“I think I am now…” Seb said as he stood up with your nephew in his arms.

“My milkshake jumped too auntie.” Lucas said pointing at the spilled drink on the floor.

“Oh no…” you said. You can see that Lucas’ eyes are starting to water now. The waterworks are about to come.

“Hey buddy, look you can have mine.” Seb said and you took his drink from the handler you have in your hand and gave it to Lucas who happily accepted it.

“Lucas what do you say?” you asked.

“Thank you Mistwer Bwarnes.” he said grinning widely before he slurped in his drink.

You took yours too and sipped a little before offering some to Seb. He looked at you confused and you moved the straw near his lips and he slowly closed his lips on them and sipped a lot making him cringe when he felt a sting in his head. You and Lucas laughed at him.

“Ugh...brain freeze ow.” he said and the two of you continued walking with you making sure Seb got to drink the milkshake you are now sharing together because he gave his to you nephew who is still in Sebastian’s arms drinking what supposed to be your boyfriend’s drink.

This is not what you planned with Seb’s return but this is soooo much better. You are enjoying your favorite drink with your two favorite guys.

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Malec, Clizzy and Jimon as parents AU

Co written with @inhumanshadows

· So Alec and Magnus have 2 boys (Rafael and Max), Simon and Jace only have 1 child (Stephen) And Clary and Izzy have 3 kids (twins Cora and Iris, Liam)

· Magnus and Alec are the first to start their family so their son's are the oldest, then Clary and Izzy's twin girls and their son is a year younger than Jace and Simon's son

· Malec's sons are personality wise just like their dads

· Very smart, very stubborn and very sassy

· Clary and Izzy's daughters are a force to be reckon with and they can kick the boy's asses any day of the week

· And they protect their little brother.

· Jace and Simon's son is just a little shit who's always playing pranks on people

· He loves pulling pranks. 

· All the clizzy kids can cook. (Isabelle finally admitting she’s not best around a kitchen)

· And the Lightwood-Bane boys are so freaking smart, Rafael is already on track to taking over as the head of the Institute from Alec when he's old enough

· Maryse has her hands full with all these grandkids and she spoils all of them

· Oh the sheer amount of spoiling from her alone

· Malec have the strictest household, Clizzy are in the healthy balance and Jimon have literally no rules

· Jimon has rules put in place by Clizzy and Malec

· Stephen is not afraid of Alec at all and Jace is all proud like that's my boy

· Alec has a realization of terror that Stephen is very much like Jace

· And Izzy thinks it's hilarious

· She has a framed picture of Alec’s face

· All the couples switch off taking care of the kids for date night once a week

· Jimon babysitting means sugar crashes. 

· Clizzy babysitting ends up with simple cooking lessons or art projects or more likely both.

· Malec babysitting means awesome bedtime stories with added magic cause of Uncle Magnus

· One time Stephen got into a little trouble with some graffiti he did on the subway walls so Clary called in retired cop Grandpa Luke to set him straight

· Clary is stern and responsible on the outside but after she pulls her nephew aside and gushes over the art

· And both Simon and Jace are like oh thank god we don't have to discipline him ourselves

· Clary: “bitch you thought....” and hands them parenting books

· Cora and Iris are fascinated by the mundane world and have snuck out a few times to go dance at clubs

· They end up at pandemonium a lot. And Uncle Magnus has the place spelled to let him know.

· Magnus may be the cool uncle but he does give them the ultimatum to tell their moms themselves before he does 

· Liam is 100% like Clary. Covered in paint or chalk pastels.

· The boy is a total artist prodigy

· Izzy is a bit worried when she thinks he hasn’t inherited much from her. But Liam is killer at darts and takes up archery. Uncle Alec sheds a tear

· Cora and Iris also take after Izzy in been highly knowledgeable with weapons which the boys are all terrified of

· They pray for whomever messes with them

· Rafael and Max are more inherently book smart than physically inept but Alec trains with them everyday

· Clizzy’s children all argue over possession of Izzy’s electrum whip.

· The amount of times any of the kids have broken into Magnus' apothecary supplies and accidently blew stuff up or drugged themselves

· He has to put non lethal magic to keep them out of it. Stephen isn’t the bravest but does his best. And Jace is so the overprotective parent

· Everyone is shocked at how protective Jace ended up being, even Simon is more relaxed than he is 

· "They're so fragile! Do you know how easy it is to break a kid?"

· Simon tells Stephen to keep an eye on Jace when he babysits and Simon has to work.

· Simon "babe please don't feed them pizza and ice cream again Alec's gonna be so mad"

· Birthday parties are always awesome.

· Even Alec enjoys them as well as family barbecues

· The kids get really spoiled by Grandma Jocelyn and Grandpa luke.

· Luke is the grill master at barbecues and Jocelyn slips every kid some money for candy and junk food

· Jocelyn teaches the kids about the old days of the shadowhunters.

· Rafael and Max speak multiple languages and will speak in another language around Stephens to make him mad

· He gets back at them by making references they don’t get

· Rafael and Max are just as clueless about pop culture as their dad's meanwhile Stephen lives off it

· When the kids are old enough to start dating Clizzy are excited, Malec are worried and Jimon are 50/50 

· The twins have a very open relationship with their moms so they can talk about the people they have crushes on

· Alec on the other hand is like oh no i didn't sign up for this

· Alec: “I didn’t sign up for emotions and relationship talk.”

· Magnus: “just wait till the sex talk

· "nope, Jace can handle that" 

· "you really want Jace to give our kids the sex talk?" 

· "well he gave me the talk when we were they're age"

· Magnus is like 😑 Or *looks into camera* “this boi...”

· there’s conflicts about the kids going to school in the mundane vs the shadow world

· Clary and Simon obviously want them to experience the mundane world like they did, Alec, Izzy and Jace want homeschool like they did and Magnus is like why do they need school again?

· This leads to immense arguing. Until Jocelyn to the rescue: “they go to mundane school and learn about the shadow world at night like Clary”

· You can’t tell me that Clizzy didn’t start their own inclusive fashion label

· The kids of course designed some of the fashion labels clothing and happily promote the label.

· Cora and Iris are some of the most popular kids at school so everyone wants to wear Clizzy's stuff because they are

· Liam is popular in his own circles. He’s one of the top artists at the school.

· Stephen is the “bad influence”

· Rafael and Max get straight A's and are at the top of their classes

· The others have subjects they excel in and ones they help each other in. Although Stephen while a smart kid has some focusing problems

· All the pta mom's have a crush on Jace

· They all end up going to colleges in New York to stay close to the Institute

· They all live in a shared loft which, thanks to magic fits them all. And they have to periodically make sure the other eats

· Of course Rafael make a chore chart which Stephen doesn't follow at all

· Rafael's like: “guys chore wheel!!”

·Stephen: “fuck ya chore wheel!”

· One night the twins come home from class and the boys had stolen their face masks and were having a spa night

· They’re like: “we should be mad... but they’re taking care of themselves...” 

· They then take the boys shopping for spa day supplies tailored to each of them. They all get together and relax after stressful weeks

· And all the couples gush about how cute their kids are

· So many baby pictures

· And they all embarrass the kids on social medias

· Sole reason any of the parents have social media

· Clary, Izzy and Simon all leave supportive and loving comments on the kids posts, Magnus leaves historical facts retaining to whatever they posted about, Alec leaves the randomest comments that no one understands and Jace just leave troll comments

· And clary’s Insta is full of candids of the kids and the fam

· Alec posts once every 6 months and it's usually of the kids training

· Magnus has a lot of photos with the kids and the chairman. As well as local visits to cat shelters

· Izzy's Insta has a theme and is organized and model style photos

· Simon posts very artsy hipster pictures of New York and inspirational quotes

· He also has pics of his boys at amusement parks. And the first big family trip to Disney was a sight

· Meanwhile Jace's insta is an actual disaster and doesn't even put captions on most his posts

· Simon and Stephen give Jace a crash course on insta

· One time Alec saw a beer bottle in a story and freaked out, Magnus had to stop him from going to the loft to scold them

· “Alec... they’re grown ups... as much as you don’t want to admit it.”

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 05

You meet him under horrible circumstances but that doesn’t stop you from developing a very abnormal and completely unsolicited crush on your local hot police officer™. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. Oh, and he has a lifetime’s worth of emotional baggage at 23.

Or

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know that you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X  collegestudent!reader

Word count: 2,521

Note: If you don’t imagine that vine of the kid taking a sip of his mother alcohol when Y/N takes a sip of the wine then I will be very disappointed. 

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It was 3:15 and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. You decided to play a game to distract yourself but you (ironically) lost track of time prompting you to completely miss Jungkook’s arrival which prompted him to watch you curse at geometry dash for a good 7 minutes. He cleared his throat to get your attention which startled you, enough so to have you fumble your phone to the ground with a loud bang that had a couple of people looking your way.

“So, where’s my congratulations cake?” You asked while simultaneously checking your phone for blemishes. Fortunately, the screen wasn’t cracked, unlike your cool moments ago. “The best I can do is a muffin, take it or leave it.” You giggled in response but the sound mellowed down into a soft silence. It wasn’t awkward at first but you quickly got fidgety under his stare.

“So I needed at least 90% to maintain my 4.0 GPA but I got 89.9% and my professor refuses to round it. Can you arrest him for that?” The question may have sounded playful but you were in no way kidding. One more slip up and you could kiss your scholarship goodbye. “No. Y/N, 89% is great, don’t stress.” You nodded with a forced smile that Jungkook hadn’t noticed (or if he did, he didn’t comment on it) and for that you were grateful.

“Look, I know this is kind of sudden but I need a favour?” You hummed in reply, gesturing for him to continue. “Do you think you could baby sit my kids.” You dropped your phone again in shock and Jungkook facepalmed in shame. “My brother’s kids! Not mine, I don’t have kids.” He reached for your phone while you did and your hands touched for what could be described as a split second. You - being the melodramatic pre-teen that you are - had to suppress the urge to squeal at the very minor touch.

“How old are they?” You loved kids (aged 3-9) but babies scared you and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. “My niece is 7 and my nephew is 4.” “I can babysit them but are you sure your brother won’t mind?” Jungkook winced at the mention of his brother. He was quiet for a moment before he started shaking his head disapprovingly. “We just won’t tell him.” His fear was almost comical and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t afraid the sound would break him.

“They’ll be in good hands. Trust me.” And he did, he just hoped his older brother would too. “So, when am I babysitting them?” “This Friday, if that’s okay? They’re staying with me for the weekend but I have a work dinner scheduled that night so if you could occupy them from around 6-10 that’d be great.” You gave him a thumbs up in approval, mouth full of strawberry cheesecake. “Thank’s Y/N. I owe you.”  

You didn’t mean to leave your roommate in the dark about the two children that would be occupying your dorm for a few hours but the entire ordeal slipped your mind. In fact, when Jungkook showed up on Friday, you had been completely unprepared. “Oh, hello…” You waved at the kids who moved to hide behind their uncles legs - an act you remember doing before you were too big to hide behind people. Once your eyes had trailed down though, your focus shifted to Jungkook’s gorgeous thighs and your thoughts took a sharp 180. He was clad in black trousers and a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt and to say you weren’t practically drooling over him would be a lie.

“Okay, Luna take care of your brother. Alan, don’t break anything.” He lectured them cutely and you wondered how he ever managed to yell at hardened criminals with that soft face but you’d seen him mad and he definitely wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. The children nodded dutifully and you couldn’t help but smile. They were so small and cute and you were quickly finding yourself becoming quite excited to hang out with them.

“They both haven’t had dinner yet but you can feed them anything, Luna is really well behaved but she can be a bit sassy. Alan has an issue with grabbing random things but if he gets too out of hand just give him his iPad in his bag, he’ll know what to do. Okay, thank you so much. I have to go, bye!” Jungkook spoke so fast that you almost questioned if he spoke at all. You turned to the kids with a sheepish smile and a simple question to break the tension. “So, who want’s to play Just Dance?”

After a night of G-rated video games, McDonald’s and a very self-indulgent amount of baby Yoda, both kids were finally asleep on your couch and Alex had just gotten home. “Hey, who are the kids?” She quietly set her keys down before walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water, her eyes trained on the mini people draped over your couch. “They’re kids I’m babysitting; for a friend.” She nodded absentmindedly and you assumed from her quiet demeanour that something was off. You decided to ignore it. “So, um, we have a dorm inspection in a month. You should probably clean your room.” She waved you off with a nod and a flick of the wrist while she made her way to her room. You sighed and looked at the sleeping kids. “She’s not going to clean her room is she?” You whispered to particularly no one.

It was around 11pm when Jungkook eventually showed up. He scooped both of the sleeping kids into his arms and bid you farewell without a second to spare. The apartment suddenly felt empty and a nagging headache began to become apparent.

You let yourself fall back onto the couch with a huff, this was the life you were destined for. You were everyone’s second choice. The back-up plan, the plan B. You were a constant in a world that was continuously changing and yet you weren’t even a good one. You couldn’t dwell over your uselessness for long though. You had a paper to write and feelings for Jungkook that you needed to get over.

Unfortunately for you, Alex was upset and when Alex is upset she does some pretty reckless things. Like, calling her ex-boyfriend, for example who is now not so quietly comforting her in the only way he knew how. The Jimin way that always - without fail - keeps you awake for far longer than you anticipated.

You walked into your morning class the following day with a giant cup of coffee and a pair of sunglasses to hide the pain that glowed in your baggy eyes. You couldn’t keep the glasses on during the class though and just as you took them off, Jimin rushed to make a snarky comment.

“You look like death today.” “I blame your high pitched moaning, daddy.” Jimin might’ve been aroused by your use of his (not-so) secret kink but you looked like you wanted him dead and the venom dripping from your voice proved it. “At least I’m getting laid.” You rolled your eyes and decided to not press further. The two of you could argue till the end of time and in that moment you just needed to focus until the end of the class.

After 96 dreadful minutes of your human anatomy teacher’s droning, you managed to make it out of the class alive but not without catching the attention of William who was now chasing you down no matter how hard you avoided his gaze. “Hey, Y/N.” You smiled forcefully and hoped that your exhausted exterior didn’t come off as bitchy - but that was a stretch. “The officer told me that the attacker had no motive for doing what they did, so don’t worry, they’re not out for you or anything.” William smiled, laughing a little at the joke you seriously didn’t mean to crack. Did you even make a joke? You needed sleep, and fast.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same. You continued plaguing your college campus like a cast member of the walking dead with barely any purpose and motivation. Because the world hated you, you didn’t get home until 6pm and your exhaustion pretty much decided you’d be skipping lunch and dinner for whatever semblance of sleep you could get.

You were in the midst of brushing your teeth through the dull ache of your tiredness (because dental hygiene is important, you’re not scared of the dentist), when there was a knock on your door. You assumed it was Alex who had a history for forgetting her keys but when you opened the door, clad in iron man themed pyjamas, you were met with Jungkook who was visibly, not Alex.

You might’ve asked something like why he was here or how he got through the building door but your toothbrush was still in your mouth and the situation was getting awkward. “Get dressed, I’m taking you to dinner.” You gave him a weird look as you held your hand out to ask him to wait. You rushed to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth before returning to the door which Jungkook was leaning on to tell him, “but I brushed my teeth.”

Jungkook scoffed at your excuse with both astonishment and annoyance. “It’s 6pm.” He retorted while his eyes skimmed your very small dorm to sit on your even smaller chair. “I wasn’t planning on eating!” He waved you off before taking out his phone. “Go get dressed so I can repay you for the babysitting.” You gave him a small glare, although you were hungry, you were more tired and all you wanted to do was sleep. “Couldn’t you have just given me $20 like any other person?” Jungkook doesn’t move his stare off his phone while he replies. “Where’s the fun in that? Now go get changed.”

You stuck your tongue out at him (even though you knew he couldn’t see it) before stomping off to your room to change into something more appropriate. Judging by Jungkook’s choice of fancy attire, this was probably going to be some fancy restaurant where you couldn’t pronounce anything and everything cost more than your rent so you decided to wear a light pink dress. You didn’t spend that long getting ready, in fact 90% of the time you were trying to fit all of your necessities into a tiny (impractical) purse because it was the fanciest thing you owned.

“You seriously wore a dress with sneakers?” Sure, expecting a compliment or a simple wow, Y/N may have been a little delusional but you certainly were not expecting him to insult your precious pink Fila disruptors. You didn’t reply as you trudged behind him with a scowl on your face.

“Where are we going, anyway?” You asked with a voice laced with annoyance as you stepped into his terrifyingly fancy car. You didn’t even want to know how much that thing costs to insure. He didn’t answer your question which you found pretty rude but the glare on his face stifled any complaint you were going to make. You watched Jungkook drive which would’ve been a lot more innocent if he wasn’t smirking every 3 minutes and annoying you even more.

The entire drive was composed of awkward silence and unanswered questions before he eventually he pulled into  bright driveway before getting out handing his keys to the man who ran the valet service.

Wait, valet service?

“This looks expensive, honestly I would’ve been fine with the $20.” You whispered to Jungkook before you walked inside but all he did was chuckle. “Y/N, it’s fine, it’s just a restaurant.” That, was a blatant lie. It was one of the most renowned Italian restaurants in New York and it was incredibly hard to get into but of course you didn’t know that so you were up for a pleasant surprise once you opened the menu.

“Oh shit, this is no-price-on-the-menu fancy.” You whispered to no one in particular but Jungkook picked up on the incoherent sound. “What?” “Nothing!” You quickly squeaked out. You were not going to let a simple menu intimidate you. Unfortunately, the entire thing was in Italian and you failed all the language classes that you took in high school.

“Order whatever you want, yeah?” Jungkook was hoping you weren’t intimidated by the prices but unbeknownst to him, that was the last of your concerns. You nodded slowly; too focused on trying to comprehend what the menu said. “You know what, I’ll just get whatever you get.” Jungkook looked at you with masked concern that you wouldn’t have been able to notice if not for his revealing eyes.  “Why? Do you not like Italian?” “No, it’s not that. I just don’t know what’s good here so, I trust you.” You lied straight through your teeth with a cunning smile that even had you fooled. Jungkook nodded and didn’t say much more. “Well, I usually get the steak.” You could feel the panic settling in. You hated steak - with a passion.

“I lied, I don’t know how to read this menu at all.” You blurted out before he could call the waiter and braced yourself for his degrading laugh. He did laugh but you were thankful for his guidance after. He explained pretty much the entire menu to you before you decided on getting some kind of pasta.

After Jungkook had ordered, (you’d rather stay out ordering food unless it’s completely necessary) another waiter followed quickly after and asked if you wanted any wine. Jungkook nodded but the waiter assumed it was for the both of you so he poured you a glass as well. You watched Jungkook’s eyes widen in fear when he noticed but before he could say anything the waiter was on his way. You looked at the glass with obvious fascination that Jungkook was positive on shutting down.

“Y/N if you drink that I will literally arrest you right here." “Yikes, okay, I’m sorry.” Your apology was sarcastic but he relaxed nonetheless; a mistake, on his part, because you were immediately picking up the glass to take a sip anyway. “Y/N!” You didn’t hear Jungkook berating you over the deafening scream of your tongue as the disgusting liquid went down your throat. “That was horrible, how can you drink that?” You spoke through your coughing fit while Jungkook carefully removed the glass from your grasp, calling a waiter over to take it away and bring back a coke instead. “You’re an idiot and now a convicted felon.”

You gave him a sheepish smile in return. “I was curious…” He shook his head in disapproval but didn’t press further; he found it hard to stay angry at you. You spent the rest of the night trying to make him laugh with your really (subjectively) funny dad jokes. He didn’t laugh but you blamed it on his dead sense of humour which Jungkook thought was a reasonable excuse.

“Y/N.” You cocked your head up to look at him with a frustrated expression. Who knew pasta was so hard to eat? “What?” You tried to say though it came out muffled as you tried to eat. “It’s sad watching you eat.” “It’s not my fault the pasta is so slippery!” He grabbed the fork out of your hand and effortlessly spun the pasta around your fork. You scoffed in astonishment but Jungkook decided to ignore your frustration. “Open.” You felt like a toddler, Jungkook (a grown man) was feeding you (an allegedly grown woman) pasta because you couldn’t figure out how the mechanism worked.

After you finished eating, the room was engulfed with an awkward silence. The distant voices and the clatter of cutlery filled the void although it wasn’t nearly enough. “So, you up for dessert?” You shook your head quickly, you were so exhausted you could’ve sleep right on the uncomfortable chair. “I’m too full.” Jungkook nodded and asked a waiter for the bill. You curiously tried to take a peek at the total but Jungkook snatched the bill towards him before you had the chance. “Think of it as payment for taking care of my niece and nephew.” It seemed like a little too much for just babysitting but you knew there was no point in arguing with him.

The entire car ride was quiet. You were too busy trying to conjure up the courage to ask Jungkook out (properly) and Jungkook was too busy trying not to crash the car. The moment his car was in front of your building, you blurted out the question before you could stop yourself. “Jungkook, can I ask you a question?” He was a taken aback by the abrupt question but he nodded nonetheless.

“I um… I like you, a lot and I just don’t want to get my hopes up and expect anything from you because that’s unfair and of course I don’t expect anything now I just…” You trailed off once you realised you had been rambling but  Jungkook didn’t seem to notice. His expression seemed entirely indifferent and you wondered if you had even confessed at all.

The silence was getting incredibly uncomfortable so you tried to diffuse the situation you had unwillingly created. “It’s fine if you don’t! It’s just a crush. I’ll get over it eventually so really-” Halfway through your rambling, Jungkook crashed his lips onto yours and you froze. Now, you’ve been kissed before, but never like this and the lack of warning shocked you enough to have you accidentally bite the poor man’s lip. “Ow. What the fuck Y/N?” You began apologising profusely while he held his lip and though the mood was definitely ruined, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?" “I’m fine. Goodnight Y/N.” You were about to leave the car before you quickly turned around and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then you hurriedly screamed ‘thank you’ and sprinted into your dorm building. Jungkook drove away with his heart heavy and his mind racing. He may have just ruined his entire plan.You on the other hand just realised you never got an answer.

[jaehyunspeachparty]

6. Sisterly love

"And then Auntie Mia will take care of you." Jaehyun was just driving home with Miga. Shortly before Christmas, your sisters were visiting and they wanted to meet their nephew now also once. Mia, your youngest sister, was finally 18 years old and was allowed to visit you without her mother's permission. Your other sisters Audrey and Victoria paid her everything and you've been looking forward to them for days. Jaehyun picked Miga off at the kindergarten, but he had to return to an event in the evening. Mia was so nice and offered to babysit. "Who is Mia?" Miga kicked her little feet and looked at her father. "You know, your mommy is also a big sister, just like you. Only she has three little sisters." Jaehyun explained and parked in the garage. Jaehyun and Miga went up to the apartment and were greeted by your sisters. "Oh my god, Miga, you grew so tall." Your sister Victoria lifted her up and pressed her a firm kiss on her cheek. Miga looked surprised at her father. She barely knew her aunts. Mia, your little sister, lived with her mother in America, Audrey has richly married two years ago and lived in Cape Town and Victoria was the second oldest who lives with her girlfriend in Australia. It sometimes saddened you that your sisters were scattered around the world. But through the difficult relationship with your mother, everyone wanted to be far away from her. So it pleased you more that everyone was here to visit you. "Hi Miga, can you remember me?" Audrey came to the little girl and stroked her cheek while holding Sunoh. Miga looked at the, for her unknown, woman and then at her father again. Then she started to cry because everything was a little too much for her. Jaehyun took her in his arms and tried to comfort her. "Hey, it's all good. These are your aunts." He had to laugh a little, but Miga was probably just a little tired. She didn’t go to kindergarten for very long, and sometimes she was pretty exhausted afterwards. "You will not have much to do today, Mia. Miga is already tired." You smile and stroke the head of your daughter. "Before I forget, Kun recently forgot something he needed here. He'll send someone over to take it home to Kun. I hope it's okay, Mia." Jaehyun had to spend the evening on a show that he hosted and therefore couldn’t be at home. "No problem at all." Mia nodded and smiled shyly. "I hope he doesn’t send Lucas over." You are admonishing your husband. You liked Lucas, but you do not trust him with girls. "No, I think he'll send Yangyang or Xiaojun over." You nod reassuringly because you think that are good guys.

After explaining everything to your little sister, you went to dinner with your other sisters. You didn’t want to leave Mia alone too long. But it was nice to go out again in the evening. "How long are you going to breastfeed?" Audrey asked as you pushed the fish on your plate in front of you. He smells so weird and you suddenly didn’t feel like to eat him anymore. "Don’t know, maybe 3 months left?" You don’t look at your sister but continue to examine the fish. "We should then go somewhere, maybe to France, we visit the grave of our father and get drunk in the vineyards." Victoria was very excited about the idea. "Oh Mia can drink then too, in France you can drink from the age of 18. That will be so much fun." Audrey was just as excited about the idea. "What do you think about it? We can get drunk, like in the old days." Victoria smiled and took a sip of her red wine. "Yes, I will not drink anything." You only half listen, because the smell of the fish disturbed you so strong and you think about whether you should order something new. "You silly, we will not be going unless you stop breastfeeding your son." Audrey laughed and rolled her eyes, but Victoria realized there was something else behind it. "Y/N, is everything okay?" Her voice became serious and she looked at you worriedly. "Yeah, sure." You shrug and take a sip of your water. Even Audrey looked irritated between you back and forth. "Honey, is it possible that you are pregnant again?" When Victoria uttered the words, you almost choked on the water. "What? Why do you think so?" You try to lie as best as you can. But they were your sisters, they knew you. "Sweetie, you don’t want to get drunk with us and you smell on the fish for ten minutes." Victoria recognized it and Audrey looked at you wide-eyed. You could not lie to your sisters, they would always know. "Good, I'm pregnant again." You sigh and set aside your cutlery. "But you look very unhappy." Audrey put her hand on your forearm and stroked her skin with her thumbs. "No, it's not like that. I got pregnant too early and I'm in a risky pregnancy. This is all dangerous for the child and me. Only Jaehyun and I know ... and you two now. We don’t want to tell anyone before I've made the three months. I've just known it myself recently and we're still both in shock. I’m pretty worried." You look back and forth between the two and you were nervous. Especially since Audrey had been trying to get pregnant for a year, but it never worked out. "Hey, everything will be fine." Victoria smiled cheerfully and stroked your hand. Audrey said nothing and tried to avoid your look. You somehow feel guilty and because you did not plan to have a child again and Audrey tried everything to get pregnant. You are not talking anymore about it, because Victoria realized that it was uncomfortable for both of you. Nevertheless, the evening was nice, but you didn’t want to burden your little sister with your children for too long and you decide to go home earlier. You unlock the door and your sisters followed you. The lights were on but dimmed. You didn’t want to wake anyone, so you went to the living room. But here you hear unusual sounds and especially a male voice. You look at the sofa and see a lean figure leaning over something. "Mia?" You throw into the room and suddenly she sat up and the figure was someone very well known. "Xiaojun?" You look confused to the two and see how they tried to cover their naked bodies with a blanket. "Oh my God." Victoria was behind you now. "I hope you have prevented, Mia! Mum kills us if you come home pregnant." Audrey's eyes were full of panic. Xiaojun quickly tried to find his clothes together. "I'm so sorry, I ..." He was completely red in the face with shame. Victoria couldn’t stop laughing and Xiaojun tried to put on his clothes quickly. "I'll go, I'll call you." He said to Mia and disappeared quickly from the apartment. "Okay, I think we'll go too. Come on Mia." Victoria took control before you could say anything. When Jaehyun came home, you still didn’t realize it. After showering, he climbed over you and kissed you. "I think Xiaojun slept with my little sister." Jaehyun looked at you in surprise and then started to laugh. "And you were worried about Lucas." He lay down next to you and started to laugh again. And somehow you also relaxed. Your little sister was 18 years old. She knew what she was doing now. "How was your evening?" Jaehyun snuggled closer to you and stroked your stomach, but you twitched. "Y/N, when can I finally touch your belly?" He sighed and his eyes were sad. Jaehyun was right, you block completely. "I'm sorry, only, this pregnancy is so different." You turn to your husband and stroke his chest. "You said that with the pregnancy with Sunoh too." He tried to reassure you, but you both knew that this time there are many risks associated with pregnancy. "My sisters know it. They recognized it somehow." You tell him and Jaehyun tightened his grip on you. "What did they say?" "I think Audrey is sad, she's been trying to get pregnant for so long." You look up at him and he realized that you felt guilty. "She and her husband will have a baby soon and then all will be forgotten." You nod, because he was right. He kissed you gently and then you fall asleep in his arms.

You enjoy the last few days with your sisters and also Miga could finally get to know her aunts. Mia didn’t come from time to time and you had the feeling that she continued to meet with Xiaojun. On the last day, you just decide to do something with your little sister. You were only there for her in the first 10 years of her life and then you just left her. You feel bad, because you should have been there for Mia. You visit with her a small cafe near your apartment. Miga was at Jaehyun and you had Sunoh with you. "He is so cute." Mia held him in her arms and rocked him. "Yes, I could watch him for hours." You smile and watch the two for a while. "Mia, do you already know what you do after school?" You try to do a little small talk. But she just shrugged. "I thought I'd take a year off, maybe I'll travel around a bit. I make some money with Instagram anyway." You look at her in surprise. She was really pretty, so it didn’t surprise you that she was successful on Instagram. "Maybe I'm going to Seoul here." She smiled and looked at you with wide eyes. "Xiaojun is more than just a holiday flirt?" You wink and take a sip of your coffee. "Yes, he is cute and he looks so good." She blushed and started to giggle. Somehow you thought it was really cute. "Mia, I don’t want to ban you from Xiaojun, but I just want to tell you a relationship with an idol isn’t easy." You look at her seriously. You never could have been a good big sister to her, but you could help her here now. "But you and Jaehyun are so wonderful together, and Miga and Sunoh are so cute too." She looks down at your son and smiles. Sunoh responded to that and also started to smile and his dimples appearing. "But our relationship is hard work, you have to deal with Saesangs, fans, companies that don’t want you to be together. It's the world against you and you can only do that if your love is strong enough." Mia looks up at you after your speech. You feel bad because you didn’t want to scare her. "But you're still young and that's only the case when you make the relationship public. Enjoy the time with him, love is great." You smile peacefully and you realize that Mia relaxed again. "If we find a new apartment and house soon enough, then you could live here." You wanted to move out in any case before the birth, because with two babies that would be too stressful. "What really? Isn’t that too much?" Mia's eyes grew big again and a big smile appeared on her face. "Mia, I've never been a good sister. I left you far too soon because I couldn’t stand it anymore with Mum, that's the least I can do." You lean to her and look her deep in the eyes. It was important to you that she took your offer seriously. "I just want to get away from Mum ..." Mia's voice trembled and you could understand it. "But why are you looking for a new house? The apartment you have is absolutely beautiful." She distracted from the topic and you were glad about it. No one of you liked talking about your mother. You wonder if you should tell Mia the truth, but you didn’t want to exclude her. After all, your other sisters knew it, too. "Mia, you can’t tell this anyone else okay?" Your voice became quieter and you look around you, that no one could hear something. "I will not reveal anything, I swear." You nod to her words and you lay your hand on your stomach. "I'm pregnant again." You look up to your sister who is beginning to shine. "Oh my god, you have another baby. That's wonderful!" It pleased you that Mia was so happy, but you were still careful. "Mia, the pregnancy is not planned. I got pregnant too early, far too soon after the birth of Sunoh. There are many dangers involved, it may hurt me, or even worse, my baby." You look sadly at Sunoh and you hope that you could soon be so happy when you got pregnant with him. "Hey, everything will be fine." Mia tried to find the right words, but you couldn’t hear it anymore. You smile, but don’t say anything. "But if I lived in your apartment, could I possibly work as a nanny for you?" Mia smiled and you thought it was a good idea. "Hmm, that wouldn’t be so bad, but I have to discuss it with Jaehyun." Mia nodded and understood, but you agree to stay in touch.

When your sisters left, many tears flowed. It was hard to let them go again. You barely remembered when you were all together last time. Miga was sad too that her aunts were leaving. But you were glad that they could come a few days before Christmas. And somehow you were glad that they knew that you were pregnant again. As you look behind them, you feel Jaehyun putting his arm around you. He knew you had a hard time letting them go. You were so grateful that he was there and so you take his hand and put it on your stomach. Jaehyun looked at you joyfully and starts gently stroking it. You were finally ready for this child and for the first time you could be happy about it.

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Pairing ➺  Ceo playboy!Ben Hardy x Reader

Warning ➺ nsfw towards the end of the chap, choking!kink, breeding!kink

Word Count ➺ 3,187

Summary ➺ An arranged marriage between two polar opposites.

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Can't say how the days will unfold, Can't change what the future may hold

Three years had gone by, during those wonderful 36 months a child was brought into the world. Before any of you question who’s child, Presely had gave birth to a beautiful baby boy names Boston. Now here stands (Y/N) holding her two year old nephew in her arms as she beside her sister who was currently going to marry Joe. (Y/N) scanned the crowd smiling as she caught Ben’s eye, the two have been taking things slow enjoying each other’s company, they weren’t in a rush to get married just yet.

But, I want you in it Every hour, every minute

It took a while for Ben to come to the realization that he wanted (Y/N) to be in his life forever. He thought that he could never fall in love again. He thought that if he fell in love again it would and slowly bring down the walls he had built up history would repeat itself. He was scared to show how vulnerable he could be. The moment she walked out of his life, it was as if time stopped an everything in his life came to a stop. 

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Everyone cheered standing to their feet as the happy newly weds walked down the aisle together. (Y/N) followed closely with her nephew in her arms, flashing a smile at Ben before continuing down the isle.

The two had just came home from dinner and a stroll in central park. They had no intentions on rushing things but to take things slow to make up for the past two years.

“I’ve missed this.. I’ve missed you.” Ben murmured causing (Y/N) to lift her head slightly looking up into those beautiful emerald eyes. The two were tangled in each other’s embrace as the moonlight brought a glow into (Y/N) room.

(Y/N) hummed leaning up to place a chaste kiss on Ben’s plump pink lips, “It was quite lonely to watch game of thrones without you asking questions every five minutes.” Ben rolled his eyes playfully and let out a dry chuckle “Well, I’d like to catch up on what has happened thank you very much.”

Ben had proposed a year after they were dating again but they had agreed to not rush the wedding.

This world can race by far too fast Hard to see while it's all flying past

Boston whined leaning forward towards Ben causing (Y/N) to pout “Boston! You want uncle Benny over me?!” Ben brought him into his arms as Boston played with his tie. Everyone patiently waited outside waiting for their turn to take a picture with the newly weds, Joe’s family stood on the steps as the rest of Presley’s family waited. 

Ben swayed Boston from side to side as (Y/N) stood beside Ben resting her head on his shoulder “Boston bud, I think you made your aunty (Y/N) very sad.” (Y/N) lifted her head from her fiance shoulder pouting at the two year old that just giggled. 

“Boston bub!” Presley called out needing Boston in the photo. Ben slowly set Boston down on his feet as he walked over towards his parents as the rest of the family watched in awe. 

Kids.

Both (Y/N) and Ben couldn’t wait to have kids that was they never touched on the subject but Ben could see the gleam in her eyes when she would play with Boston. Or when she’d spoil him with many clothes that he’d outgrow and buy any toy he touched. He knew that when they had kids, he hops they have their mother’s golden heart.

All I want to do Is come running home to you

(Y/N) walked up to the stage tapping on the mic slowly bringing the chatter down, it was time to give her maid of honor speech. She had spent many months worrying about what she had to say. Every time she sat down to write something her mind went blank, so now here she stands unsure of where to start. 

“Friends, family I’d like to thank you for helping us celebrate the newly weds Presley and Joe Mazzello. I’d also like to thank Presley for choosing me to be her maid of honor. I’d also like to thank her for many memories, I know there was a time when we lost contact and were never close but I’d like to thank you for staying up with me during those stormy night’s. Thank you for giving me a beautiful nephew whom I love and cherish so much. I wish you and Joe nothing but happiness. Also give me more nieces and nephews. Now raise your glass for Mr and Mrs. Mazzello.”

Come running home to you And all my life I promise to

"So when’s the wedding?” 

Oh the questioned she dreaded, anytime someone asked her that question she never really had a response to it. Only because her and Ben never got around to talking about the date and where it would be. 

“Maybe next year.” (Y/N) answered smiling between her aunts that stood in front of her, she knew the next question a typical question they always asked.

“Have you two thought about having kids? I know that you two will make some beautiful children.” she smiled sweetly looking over at Ben to come and rescue her. 

Though that didn’t help the situation at all, they continued to ask even more question even though Ben had asked if they could excuse us to dance. The reception slowly came to an end as everyone began to say their goodbyes, and that was (Y/N) queue to leave. 

(Y/N) walked over to Presley who held a sleeping two year old in her arms, they would be babysitting Boston for the next two and a half weeks due to Presley and Joe going on their honeymoon to Europe.

“I will see this little guy tomorrow morning, goodnight Mr and Mrs.Mazzello.”

Keep running home to you Keep running home

There was a small knock at the door causing (Y/N) to quickly walk over opening the door to see her Presley with Boston in her arms.

“Hi bubba! We’re gonna have so much fun!” (Y/N) gladly took Boston into her arms pressing many kisses to his chubby cheeks. She loved her nephew with all her heart, the more time she spent with Boston made her want kids of her own. 

(Y/N) gave Presley one last hug before slowly pulling away as she pointed her index finger at her older sister, “I expect to hear that you’re pregnant when you get back.” 

Presley laughed at her sister’s remark, “Alright alright, bye my little love I’ll see you soon be good to your aunty (Y/N)” Boston nodded twisting and turning to be let down wanting nothing more but to play with his toys.

Ben had just came home from meeting with a New York based company all he wanted to do was lay in bed with (Y/N) just to be in her embrace. He unlocked the door to her condo kicking off his shoes and tugging at his tie, his blazer was long gone leaving him with his white dress shirt. 

“(Y/N)? Love?” Ben called out as he walked into the living room to see Boston cuddled up to (Y/N). His eyes softened, it was in that moment he was ready to marry (Y/N). He was ready to start a family with her, in that moment he knew that she would be the person he’d want to come home to.

To you

Ben hadn’t told her yet, he hadn’t told her that they should start setting a date, have her look at dresses, he wanted to find the right moment. The three were having a picnic at Central Park, Boston giggled as (Y/N) blew some bubbles.

“More!” he shouted as he reached up in the air attempting to pop the bubbles before they floated away. Ben loved the way (Y/N) interacted with Boston, soon his mind began to wander about if she’d be the same way with their kids. His train of thought came to a halt as an elderly couple began to talk to (Y/N).

“Your son is beautiful.” the woman spoke causing (Y/N) to smile widely, “Thank you but he’s my nephew.” the woman quickly apologized which caused (Y//N) to reassure her that it happen’s often. When that would happen there was something inside her that made her want to have children of her own so she could say yes instead of no, or he’s my nephew.

And I could see it Right from the start

Ben sat on their shared bed waiting for (Y/N) as she went to put Boston to rest. He began to mumble what he wanted to say staring at his lap as his fingers were interlocked, he didn’t even notice (Y/N) walk in. He was so deep in thought.

“Ben?”

No answer.

“Bub?”

Still no answer.

“Benjamin Jones.”

Immediately Ben looked up to see (Y/N) standing in front of him with concern in her eyes, she slowly walked over to him wrapping her arms around his neck as he snacked his arms around her waist resting his head against her chest.

“What’s wrong bub?” her voice was soft and soothing causing Ben to relax, he pulled away to look up at her.

It was now or never.

“I-I think we should start setting a date.. for the wedding. I’ve just been thinking about it a lot and when you interact with Boston. It makes me wonder what you’d be like with our kids- that’s if you want kids! If you don’t, I understand, I do really since you’ll be the one carrying the baby and I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do! I also understand if you’re not ready to get married yet, I’ll wait take all the-”

(Y/N) leaned down kissing him sweetly to stop him from blabbering even more. Slowly she pulled away with a smile, running her fingers through his blonde locks.

“You talk too much,” she started causing Ben to roll his eyes jokingly.

“-I’m ready. To start looking at venues, churches, dresses. I’m ready to marry you Benjamin Jones. Also I’d love to have kids with you, I mean my aunt’s did say we’d make beautiful kids.” Ben smiled, pulling her into another hug.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

Ben watched as his soon to be wife walked down the aisle, his heart fluttered as tear began to blur his vision. He allowed the tears to fall, as he remembered the first time they met. Who would’ve thought the most sweetest girl in the world could love him and give him another chance after everything he did?

Right from the start That you would be Be my light in the dark Light in the dark

(Y/N) was the one to help him love again, to show him no matter how bad things got she was there to guide him and was at his side when he felt lost. When they had called of their engagement, he felt lost without her, it was as if he was stuck in a dark pit no light to guide him to the opening.

Oh, you gave me no other choice But to love you

He was afraid to love again, he had thought this would be just an arranged marriage with no love. But overtime he began to love her, his heart and mind at war with one another scared to allow himself to love her again. 

All I want to do Is come running home to you

“(Y/N), you are the light in my life. No matter how hard and bad things get you’re there to guide me. When we had called off our first engagement I didn’t have you to guide be, to be there at my side to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. I was lucky enough that you found it somewhere in your heart to give me another chance which I will be eternally grateful for. Someone once said, home is the person or place you want to return to over and over. Your my home. All I want to do at the end of the day is come home to you. Even after a fight, it will always be you. No matter the circumstances, I want to come home to you and only you.”

Come running home to you And all my life I promise to

“Benjamin Jones, the day we met I knew I wasn’t going to like you. Though I tried because if we were going to be married though it was originally arranged I wanted it to be meaningful even if it meant our marriage would be one-sided love. Slowly after every date, every moment we spent together. I grew to love you. I was afraid to admit it, I was afraid that you wouldn’t love me the way I loved you. The first time you had told me you loved me was during our first fight. When we broke off our first engagement I didn’t know what to do without you. I held onto hope that one day, we’d find our way back to each other. Even if it took months, or years we’d find our way back to one another.I love you with all my heart Benjamin Jones.”

Keep running home to you Keep running home

“Do you Benjamin Jones, take (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

Home to you

“Do you (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take Benjamin Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Can't say how the days will unfold Can't change what the future may hold

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

But, I want you in it Every hour, every minute

Alexa had surprised them with a jet ready to take off to Bora Bora for their honeymoon. She had also packed many, many different colored lingeries with a note that read ‘Make me some grandbabies!’.

The newly weds spent most of the first few days exploring Bora Bora it a good thing (Y/N) knew some French though many of the signs included english, she thought it would be more efficient to communicate in french.

-

(Y/N) looked at herself once more before wrapping a satin robe around her body, she walked out to see Ben sat upright against the headboard looking over his laptop with his reading glasses sitting on the tip of his nose. 

“Ben?”

She spoke softly but loud enough to pull Ben’s attention away from the screen in front of him, she slowly walked over to him causing Ben to place his laptop and glasses on the nightstand beside him. (Y/N) let the robe fall to the ground, revealing a beautiful white lace piece Ben truly felt like he had gone to heaven at the beautiful sight of his wife.

“I’ve gone to heaven haven’t I?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle after her husband’s remark, she straddled Ben’s lap wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist leaning up to attach his lips to her neck.

“Not quite yet my love.”

She pulled away from to place her lips on his, slow yet passionate as their hands roamed over one another’s body. (Y/N) tugged slightly at Ben’s hair causing him to moan softly allowing their tongues to dance against one another. She began to roll her hips into his feeling his shaft harder against her inner thigh.

Ben pulled away to pepper kisses down her neck to the valley of her breast as (Y/N) worked to get it undone. Tonight she wanted to be the one in charge, there will be many other nights when Ben could be in control. But just for tonight.

“Let me be in control tonight. Just for tonight.” (Y/N) said breathlessly watching as Ben’s eyes filled with lust, “Anything for you my love.” 

(Y/N) stood up for a moment removing the lace material from her body then moved to remove Ben’s boxer’s. She took his hard shaft into her hand pumping it lightly as Ben threw his head back, she moved back to straddle him lining herself up before slowly sinking down onto his shaft.

Ben hand rest on her hips as he watched her adjust for a moment before moving her hips in a circular motion bringing a new feeling she hadn’t felt before. (Y/N) rest her hands atop Ben’s broad chest letting out a airy moan as she began to bounce up and down Ben’s eyes glued to her chest, one of his hands moved to touch them only to receive a slap.

“No, keep your hands on my waist baby. Who’s in control tonight?” (Y/N) cooed as she moved one of her hands to the side of Ben’s face.

All Ben could do was nod, causing her to stop and Ben to let out a groan.

“Words baby, use your words and maybe I’ll continue to fuck you.”

Oh those sweet words should be falling from his mouth, but the way she was speaking to him didn’t have him complaining.

“You’re in charge love.”

(Y/N) hummed in approval continuing her actions leaning forward to place a kiss on his sweet lips, she was enjoying this. Being in charge, giving Ben a taste of his own medicine. She could see it in his eyes, he enjoyed it too. Maybe this won’t turn into a one time thing.

Her hands moved to wrap around his neck squeezing it lightly as she clenched around him causing her to moan loudly as his eyes rolled back to the beautiful pleasure his wife was giving him. She could feel the knot in her stomach tighten, the pleasure and sight of Ben beneath her edged her to her climax.

“Do you enjoy me choking you baby?” (Y/N) cooed as Ben let out a throaty moan, ah I take that as a yes. 

She released the pressure from his neck and placed her hands grabbed his hands from her waist intwining their hands together, “Are you close baby?” Ben nodded trying his best to use his voice “Yes love.” (Y/N) moaned as she clenched around him.

“C’mon baby.”

Ben groaned lightly, “Let me cum love please, let me fill you up have your carry my child. Have you carrying all of my children, c’mon lovely.” (Y/N) let out a throaty scream her entire body felt like it was on fire, Ben followed closely behind her. He helped her ride out her orgasm, before she slowly rolled off of him.

They laid their for a moment, regaining their breathe before Ben spoke.

“We definitely need to do that again.” (Y/N) smiled turning to face Ben before kissing him sweetly.

“We have all the time in the world.”

Ben smiled pressing a kiss to her nose before pulling her closer to his chest, “I love you Mrs.Jones.” (Y/N) smiled pressing a small kiss to his chest.

“I love you Mr.Jones.”

[ft-dads-au]

Chance Encounter - Chapter 4

Home for the Holidays 2019 Prompt: Gatherings A collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ AO3 | FF.Net | Prev: Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Next: Ch 5

6:00 pm - 6:20 pm Snack/Social Time

When Rogue and Gildarts entered the daycare center, several club attendees were already present, standing together and chatting around a table whose entire surface was covered in snacks and drinks. Rogue didn't pay much attention to them. Although he could go for a coffee, the twins were starting to squirm in their stroller seats. The change of surroundings had sparked their interest, which wasn't all that surprising since this room had been designed with young children in mind, and since they had been shackled for so long already, Rogue thought they deserved to be let out to play first.

He parked the stroller in a corner where it wouldn't be in anyone's way, putting the brakes on and grabbing the diaper bag before unbuckling Haku. He wasn't spreading any unpleasant smells yet, still carrying that wonderful scent of fresh clothes and baby lotion, so he was approved to join the other kids in the play area.

Two teenagers, a boy, and a girl were looking after the playing children, and Rogue guessed they were the ones providing the babysitting service that was mentioned. The boy seemed somewhat familiar. At first, Rogue couldn't remember where he'd met him, but as he studied his face a little bit more, it finally clicked. This had to be Macao's son, whose picture he had been shown yesterday. The girl, however, he was sure he had never seen before.

"Good evening!" she greeted him with a sweet smile, "I'm Wendy, and what's this little angel's name?" She crouched down next to Haku as Rogue put him on the floor.

"This is Haku, he's only six months old, so you need to be careful," Rogue recited, handing the diaper bag over and already feeling nervous at the idea of having someone else watch their sons.

"Don't you worry, Sir. Both Romeo and I have earned our babysitter's certificate. We even trained in infant CPR, Haku is going to be just fine!" Wendy, who seemed so very young to Rogue's eyes, smiled at him reassuringly, but all he heard was CPR.

“CPR, why would he need CPR?!”

“Oh dear, that was supposed to make you feel better,” Wendy’s eyes watered at Rogue’s distress.

“No, no. I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Rogue fought between his desire to grab Haku in his arms and wanting to boost the girl’s self-esteem, “Uhm, I’ll be right back with his brother.”

Rogue tried not to think of Sting’s reaction to that little fiasco, he’d never live it down. He grabbed Kuro out of the stroller, thankful there was enough activity to hold the infant’s attention. Kuro rewarded him with a gummy smile and a smack on the head from his red dragon.

He could hear an amused chuckle behind him, followed by Kuro becoming increasingly wiggly in his arms. Rogue turned to see Sting walking towards him, his work bag slung diagonally across his chest and a bright smile at the ready.

"Hey, babe!" Sting pulled him into a quick hug, being careful not to squish Kuro between them.

Once they separated, Sting grabbed the ever more frantic Kuro in his arms, "Hey monster! Did you miss me? Where's your partner in crime?"

Kuro began to grunt, eagerly responding to the sound of his father's voice, and although Sting smiled at his efforts, his attention was immediately captured by the sight of food, "Is that food for everyone? I'm starving!"

Before Rogue had a chance to respond, Sting had already made his way over to the table, with Kuro still held in his arms. He began piling food onto a plate and grabbing a couple of juice boxes. To Rogue's utter dismay, Gildarts walked straight over to him.

“Heey, you must be Mr. Half-Pint!" Gildarts exclaimed, slapping his hand enthusiastically on Sting's shoulder as he recognized Kuro.

“Who?” Sting mumbled through the food that had already made it into his mouth.

“Rogue’s husband?”

“Oh, yeah!” Sting agreed cheerfully, once he’d swallowed, “Sting Eucliffe, nice to meet you. And you are?”

“Gildarts Clive, at your service. I’m one of the men running this club. That’s an Edolas accent, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I travel quite a bit in my line of work,” Gildarts replied, “I’ve been to Edolas a few times, beautiful country. Anyway, it was nice chatting with you, I need to introduce myself to a few others, seems we have a lot of new members tonight. Enjoy the snacks.”

Gildarts moved on to his next victim, and Rogue took the opportunity to grab Kuro from Sting. He took him over to Wendy, who had already set up a blanket and toys from the diaper bag for Haku to play with. For his part, Haku looked quite content.

"This is the angel's twin, Kuro." Rogue sat him down next to his brother, his mind more at ease now that he'd seen how comfortable the children were around the two teens and the other way around. "Oh, a word of advice: make sure no one takes that dragon away from him. Trust me, he'll take tantrum to a whole new level."

"That's good to know, we'll keep a close eye on it," Wendy reassured him.

Rogue smiled at her, hoping to give off some friendlier vibes than he had earlier. Now that the kids were settled, it was time to get that coffee, but he hadn't made it to the snack table yet when one of the boys had started crying loudly already. He whirled back around, feeling both relieved and foolish when it just turned out to be Haku, who had noticed Sting and was calling for his attention. But Sting didn't respond to him at all, and if that wasn't strange enough already, both his posture and expression were alarmingly ambivalent. He was standing still in the middle of the room, snack plate in one hand and an open juice box just inches away from his face as if something had made him stop dead in his tracks. And when Rogue followed his line of vision he spotted Gildarts, talking to a silver-haired man, and…

Rogue could only be glad that he'd never grabbed that cup of coffee because if he had, he would inevitably have spilled it all over himself. He blinked several times, not trusting what his eyes were showing him. If it weren't for the fact that Sting was acting oddly, he would have gladly accepted that he was suffering from a rather intense visual hallucination caused by seeing Gildarts again after so long.

As fate would have it, that wasn’t the only unexpected reunion shaking him up today. After not having spoken to each other since their last disastrous phone conversation six years earlier, Rogue was now standing just a few feet away from his older brother. He was getting ready to stomp over, not caring about causing a scene as his escalating emotions took over, when Macao announced:

"Alright, everyone, find a seat. It's time to start the meeting, and there are a lot of new faces tonight."

It distracted him for a second. The chatter died down, and everyone present in the room began finding their way to one of the chairs that had been set up in a large circle, but Rogue felt a treacherous tremble rising in his entire body. A voice in his head compelled him to ignore all social niceties and march right up to his bastard of a brother and give him a piece of his mind.

He was more than willing to heed it, but just as he was about to raise hell and disrupt the entire meeting, not to mention throw every last bit of professionalism out the window, Gildarts moved out of the way. And Rogue couldn't help but notice a timid looking boy standing in between his brother and the silver-haired man. Reality slammed into him like a truck as it quickly dawned on him that he had almost caused a scene in front of his children. Not to mention those of complete strangers and that little boy he had no trouble identifying as his own nephew, even though he hadn't been aware of his existence until a few seconds ago.

Rogue peered into big midnight blue eyes, so familiar they brought him back to the past, to a very similar pair of eyes belonging to the one person he used to look up to like no other. His flared up anger and frustration simmered down, transforming into melancholia and more of what he’d already faced today.

Guilt and shame weighed him down once again, making him oblivious to the fact that he was the only one who wasn’t getting seated until Sting grabbed his arm and steered him to one of the empty chairs. Rogue had no choice but to sit down, feeling Sting’s hand grab his own and squeeze it, his concerned eyes burning into Rogue’s skin as he sat next to him.

“Are you okay?”

Rogue had no answer to that.

6:20 pm - 6:30 pm Introductions

"Welcome to the Magnolia Dad's Club, my name is Macao Conbolt, and the man standing next to me is Gildarts Clive. We are the current runners of this club, so if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to come talk to us. Before we get started, I'd just like to let you know this club is for you and your family. Children are always welcome at meetings, but you can also come on your own."

Macao grabbed a piece of paper from a stack and held it up, ”Here are some flyers that contain more information on us and what we do so please feel free to help yourselves to one. Now, why don’t we get introductions started, who wants to go first?”

Rogue tried to listen to what was being said, the logical part of his brain reminding him he still needed more information for his article, but his mind refused to let things go.

When had Gray come home? Why hadn't he gotten in touch with him? He snuck a look to where his brother sat next to the silver-haired man and wondered who he was to his brother. Was this a friend, a new boyfriend? What had happened with his husband, and how old was his kid? Gray was staring at Gildarts with an expression Rogue couldn't identify until he realized Gray probably hadn't seen the man's prosthetics before.

One by one, different men stood up and introduced themselves, and Rogue heard not a word, waiting for the moment it would be his brother's turn, his mind still coming up with question after question until he felt Sting get up, pulling him up with him.

"Hi, I'm Sting Eucliffe, I'm a first-year pediatrics resident at the hospital, and this is my husband Rogue," Sting gestured toward him, and he waved weakly. "We are fathers to twin boys, Haku and Kuro, I'm sure you'll hear from them soon enough," Sting paused as several men chuckled at his joke. "I sort of got shanghaied here, but I have to admit I like what I've seen so far, and I look forward to being a part of it."

The twins began to cry at hearing Sting's voice, and he walked over to them, calling, "There they are," behind him to many laughs. He returned with both boys, handing Haku over for Rogue to take.

Rogue focused on making his son comfortable, and once he quieted, he looked up to see Gray watching them with a neutral expression. He looked away when he realized Rogue had noticed, speaking quietly to his companion and pulling the little boy onto his lap.

“Hey, my name is Gray Fer- uhm Fullbuster,” his brother began speaking, discomfort oozing from every word.

Finally! The moment Rogue had been waiting for had arrived, it was Gray's turn to speak, and just as he began to introduce himself, Rogue felt movement next to him.

“Everything okay, Half-Pint?” Rogue was startled to find Gildarts kneeling next to him and whispering in his ear, distracting him.

"Yeah, everything's great," Rogue hissed, trying to hear what Gray was saying.

“What else did I miss the last couple of years?” Gildarts frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he took in how tense Rogue was, “I can’t help but notice there’s something off here.”

Rogue thought of what he could possibly say that Gildarts would accept and would let him get back to Gray's introduction, but to his dismay, his brother had already sat down.

“I already said everything was fine,” Rogue snapped, angry he’d missed his chance to find out any information on his brother.

“Fine, sorry I asked,” Gildarts got up and handed Rogue a clipboard with a membership form, “Fill this out when you get a chance.”

Gildarts walked away, but for the rest of the introduction portion of the meeting, his gaze never strayed from either him or Gray, and Rogue was frustrated to see that the silver-haired man never introduced himself.

6:30 pm - 6:40 pm Recap of the last meeting

"Okay, we went over quite a bit, but that's alright," Macao glanced at his wristwatch before launching into a recap of the events of the last meeting.

Rogue whispered to Sting, “Did you get to hear anything?”

“Yeah, it looks like he’s going by Fullbuster again, and the little boy’s name is Aki. He’s about a year and a half.”

“That’s it?” Rogue couldn’t believe he’d gotten himself so worked up for so little information, but still, he now knew his nephew’s name. Aki.

"Sorry, babe, he didn't say anything else," Sting draped his arm over Rogue's shoulder, squeezing it briefly before pulling away.

“Warren has been gracious enough to volunteer to work on our website which he assures us will be done any day now,” Gildarts grinned at Warren who only groaned at the word volunteered, “and he’s also writing an app that we’ll be able to use for all scheduling and sign-ups.”

“Wait! When did I agree to that?” Warren complained.

“Sometime after your fourth beer, I think,” Macao reported to Warren’s horror.

“You guys were serious about that?!” Warren’s face paled as he realized how much work he’d signed up for, “My wife is gonna kill me!”

That sentiment earned a laugh from several of the men in attendance. Rogue heard a man joke to Sting, "Well, at least that's something you don't have to worry about," to which Sting chuckled nervously.

“Here,” Sting shook him gently before grabbing the clipboard from him and handing Kuro over, “The boys seem to be doing better, why don’t you take them back with the others, this is a great opportunity for them to get some socialization in.”

Rogue would usually get irritated when Sting got into pediatrician mode, but this time he was grateful. Attempting to sit still while he was in such turmoil was only driving him crazy. He cuddled both boys as he walked, drawing comfort from their warmth and sweet expressions.

He set them back on their play blanket, opting to stay with them for a few minutes. Wendy had been busy helping a group of little girls with art supplies, but Romeo came and sat with them.

“What’s it like?”

“Hmm?” Rogue peered at him uncomprehendingly.

“Having a baby, what’s it like?” Romeo asked again.

“Oh, it changes your entire life. You can kiss getting a good night’s sleep goodbye, and you have to kind of get used to the idea that you don’t come first anymore, but it’s okay because soon you won’t remember what your life was like before they were there.” Rogue replied with a smile.

Romeo didn't respond, but he knelt down to play with the twins, and with a wrinkle of his nose, he said, "I think this little guy needs a change."

“Oh, I can do that,” Rogue went to get the diaper bag only to find Romeo had already beaten him to it.

“Don’t worry about it, I can probably use the practice,” Romeo waved him away as he grabbed Haku and moved him over to one of the changing areas.

Rogue watched, ready to step in if needed, but Romeo seemed to have it all under control. Wendy returned, waving at him cheerfully as she began to play with Kuro, and Rogue found he had no excuses left to not return to the meeting.

He walked back towards Sting slowly, his mind tackling the problem at hand. Now that the initial shock was somewhat over, did he even want to speak to his brother? Gray had shut him out years ago, even though all he’d been trying to do was be a good brother. He'd abandoned him knowing full well Rogue didn't really have many other people in his life, and now here he was back in Magnolia, still shutting him out. How long had he already been in town?

Rogue was conflicted, the fact that he felt so hurt was a testament to how much he still cared, but he couldn't deny that there was also a lot of anger he’d yet to deal with. He'd almost decided to say fuck it to the whole situation when he noticed Gray's son, his nephew, walking towards the play area, moving slowly as he held on to the backs of the empty chairs he passed.

Rogue stayed where he was, noticing the little boy-Aki, his mind supplied helpfully- had stopped at the last chair and was watching him intently. Aki looked back towards Gray, but the draw of children’s laughter and colorful toys seemed to be more powerful. His eyes darted to the space behind Rogue, where the twins were playing with Wendy.

Rogue could see Gray attempting to stand up from his chair, and it irritated him. Seriously, what did his brother think he was going to do, grab Aki and run? To his amusement, the silver-haired man put his hand on Gray's thigh, forcing him to sit back down, whispering words into his brother's ear that Rogue couldn't hear. Gray looked unhappy by the rebuff, but he remained seated, his gaze following Aki's movements while keeping an eye on Rogue.

Rogue moved out of the way of the entrance, keeping his movements slow and deliberate. Aki surprised him by running past without giving him another look, and Rogue couldn't help but to turn and look to see what had drawn his nephew's attention.

“Hey, Aki!” Wendy greeted cheerfully as the little boy had stopped short of the blanket.

He kneeled and peered at one twin then the other with a puzzled expression. “Same?”

Wendy giggled, “They do look the same, don’t they?”

Aki nodded at her and smiled uncertainly.

"They're twins," Wendy smiled as she pointed at the boys, "This is Haku, and the one with the red dragon is Kuro. Would you like to play with us?"

“Yesh.”

“Come on then, just make sure not to take Kuro’s dragon, he doesn’t like it.” Wendy made room for Aki in the large blanket, grabbing a basket filled with small toys and placing it next to him.

Aki found a plastic phone and grabbed it, pushing the buttons and bouncing excitedly when they made sounds. Haku's eyes widened, and he began to bounce and laugh along.

And it was at that moment that Rogue got his answer. He did want to patch things up with his brother. It didn't matter what their argument had been about, or how much work it would be to fix it. He wanted this for his sons. Sting was an only child, and he only had one brother, their family was small enough as it was. They deserved all of it.

He observed his sons playing with their cousin for a few more minutes before going back to Sting with a smile on his face and a heart full of determination. He would reach out to Gray as soon as he saw an opening.