#put on my coat to go let out the chickens. and it still smells like woodsmoke from last time i went camping

[supernaturalgirl20]

Happy Joel!!! Post apocalyptic happy Joel that’s what I wish to see!!! Happy horny Joel with major breeding kink because Ellie is already grown up and he need to take care of somebody and Jackson is safe enough for family. Imagine this big hands holding little babe

Aww yes nonnie, loved this request so much. Joel getting to have a family again is everything. Hope you enjoy 😉

Maybe Now

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, breeding kink, mentions of loss, sadness, talks about life before, mentions of pregnancy, giving birth, breastfeeding, soft Joel, small glimpses into Joel’s life with his new family.

A/N: still have two Joel requests I’m working on, hoping to have them out this week. My requests are only open at the minute for Joel, but I will be opening them up across the board very soon 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Music played in the background as you stirred the sauce for the chicken, hips swaying to the beat as you hummed along to the song. 

“Oh,” you gasp as a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. 

“Somethin’ smells good, darlin’.” He breathes in the aroma as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

“Just a new recipe I’m trying out. How was the patrol today?” Joel’s arms tighten around you, and you can feel him hard against your ass. 

“Was ok. Nothin’ to excitin’. Missed you though.” His lips begin to leave a trail of kisses along the skin of your neck and shoulder. 

“Oh yeah?” You tease as you switch off the stove and turn in his arms. He nods, eyes taking in the curve of your lips before meeting your gaze.

“God, you’re beautiful, baby.” His voice is low, almost a whisper but the deep timber of his voice set the spark of arousal alight. 

His lips crash hungrily onto yours and you moan as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. What’s gotten into him tonight? You think to yourself as his hands move to cup your ass. 

“Need you, darlin’,” he mumbles into your skin, and you shiver. 

“What about dinner?” You ask, a strangled moan passing your lips as he pulls the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. 

His teeth nip at the pebbled peak of your nipple, and he groans into your skin as you run your fingers through his hair. “Can’t wait, darlin’, I can’t.”

His tongue licks around your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. “Oh, Joel. Oh god…fuck…yes, dinner can wait. Take me to bed.” 

He pulls back with a devilish smile on his face, pupils blown wide with lust. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

His hands grip the back of your thighs and with a squeal, you're lifted into his arms. “Joel, what are you doing? Put me down, your back.”

“Trust me darlin’, ain’t nothin’ ever gonna stop me from havin’ my way' with you.” 

He carries you towards the bedroom, kicking open the door he gently lowers you, his mouth devouring you as he walks you back towards the bed. 

“Take it off,” he commands as he stands staring at you through lust-hooded eyes. The authority in his voice has you quivering with need. 

You lift the dress over your head and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. He growls as he takes in the sight of you naked. “Fuck darlin’ you been walkin’ around all day with nothin’ on under that dress?”

“Hmm, Hmm. Wanted to be ready for when you got home,” you say softly before biting your bottom lip. His eyes rake over your curves as he starts to strip.

“You gonna take what’s yours Miller or do I have to go find someone else?” You tease and before you can go anywhere, he grabs your ass and lowers you onto the bed. 

“You’re mine. Ain’t no one else allowed to touch what’s mine, ya hear?” He growls, hand gripping your face before he lowers his lips to yours. 

“Gonna show you whose pussy this is, case you forgot while I was gone.” He grabs his cock in his hand and runs the tip along your slick, coating himself in your arousal before he notches the head at your entrance and thrusts in. 

God, you loved when he got like this. Possessive. Feral. It was also the only time he truly let his guard down. 

“Fuck, darlin’. You’re so wet…so tight. Always so tight.” He rolls his hips into you sheathing himself completely within the heat of your walls. You’ve never felt so full. 

He rocks himself into you over and over, his mouth swallowing your soft whimpers as he kisses you passionately. Your joint moans fill the space around you as he works you towards your climax. 

You can feel yourself teetering along the edge and just as you’re about to fall he pulls out causing you to groan in protest. “Joel what….”

He lays himself back on the bed and grabs you so you’re straddling him. “Wanna be able to see you, darlin’. Want you to ride me.” He stares up at you, eyes blown wide with lust, and he watches as you slowly sink onto him. 

He groans, head pushing back into the pillow as he grips your hips. “Never gonna get used to the size of you, Joel. Fuck.”

“Need you to move now, darlin’.” His voice is husky with need and when you move your hips above him, he groans loudly, eyes closing as he feels you slide up and down his cock. 

“That’s it darlin’…just… just like that. So beautiful like this…. takin’ me so well.” Your head falls back as you come around him, a breathy moan passing your plush lips.

“Fuck…I can feel you coming baby…squeezing me so damn tight.” He groans as he starts to thrust upward meeting your movements and you can feel yourself coming again. 

“Oh god, Joel…. I’m…fuck I’m gonna come….” you cry as you flutter around him again. His fingers dig into your hips as he grunts loudly. “God damn, darlin’. You’re so pretty when you come. Gonna look even prettier, round and swollen with my baby.”

Baby?! 

“Joel what are you…” He sits up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight as he fucks up into you. 

“Ya heard me, darlin’. Now you need to hush and let fuck you full of me, ya hear. Wanna have you nice and round with my baby.” His breathing was becoming laboured as he neared his release. You came again with a flutter of your cunt at his words, and it sends him over the edge. 

His head rests on your breast as he calms his racing heart. Your mind is racing from what just happened. He came inside you. Something he never does. “Did you mean it?” You ask nervously, hoping that he hadn’t just said it in the heat of the moment.

 Running your fingers through his hair, he hums, a contented sigh falling from his lips. He pulls back a little so he can look at you. “Meant every word, darlin’. I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot lately. I mean we’re safe here in Jackson. We got family, friends who would help us with the baby.” 

He kisses the edge of your mouth. Once. Twice. 

“I never thought in a million years I’d want this. Not after Sarah. Not with the way the world is but then I found Ellie, found you and now it’s all I want. I want nothin’ more in this fucked up world than to have a family with you.” His fingers caress your cheeks as he stares intently into your eyes. 

A single tear falls down your cheek and you give him a watery smile. “Are you sure?”

“Never been surer about anything, baby. So, what'd ya say?” His eyes flicker between your own and when you nod at him, he pulls you into a heated kiss.  

“Best eat that dinner now because I ain’t lettin’ you leave this bed until I’m sure I’ve fucked a baby into you.”

***

Joel was a man of his word. 

He had kept you in that bed for days before he went out on patrol again. Making sure he had you full of him. 

And sure enough, a month later you had missed a period. Something that never happened. You didn’t even notice at first until you began to feel nauseous all the damn time. 

Maria had laughed when you heaved at the smell of her cooking. Some fish dinner Tommy loved, and she had jokingly said ‘you’re not pregnant are you’. 

“I think I might be.” 

“Oh, my god. Really? This is amazing. Ok ok…eh, I think there are some pregnancy tests over at the Johnsons. Let’s go.”

She pulled you by the hand and led you to the house across the street where she asked Lauren for two tests. 

“Here. You want me to come with you while you take them?” She asks, looking down at your slightly shaky hands. 

“No. Thanks but if it is positive, I want Joel to be the first to know.” Maria nods in understanding. 

“Ok but then you gotta come find me and let me know.” She stares at you with a pointed look. 

“I promise.”

***

3 minutes.

The longest three minutes of your life. You pace the length of your bedroom as you wait for the result, too caught up in your own head to notice that Joel has come home and is calling for you. 

The door slowly creaking open startles you and you whip your head around to find him looking at you, face full of concern.

“Hey, what’s wrong darlin’?” He asks, voice low as he slowly makes his way to you. His arms slide over your hips to wrap around your back, pulling you close. 

His eyes look down at you and you can make out the concern in them. “I-I uh…. I’m late. And I haven’t been feeling too well lately so I…” You worry your bottom lip and tilt your head towards your bedside locker where the white stick is placed. 

His eyes drift to where you’re looking and when he sees it his gaze flickers back to you quickly. “Are you?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t looked.” 

His fingers move up and down your back in a soothing manner and he smiles down at you. “Let’s look together then. Come on,” he says as he grabs your hand gently in his and leads you to the bed. 

Grabbing the stick he looks at you, his face full of love and adoration and you instantly calm. “Ready?” He asks, eyebrows raised in question. 

“Yeah.” God, you hope it’s positive. You hope it isn’t just some bug or something. Joel looks so happy right now and you don’t even know if you are yet. 

Two pink lines.

Pregnant.

“Does that…. are you?” He gulps nervously as his eyes shift from the stick in his hand to you.

“I’m pregnant. We’re gonna have a baby.” You say with a smile. His eyes instantly light up and you huff out a breath as he pulls you into, both of you falling back on the bed. 

His lips are on you the minute your back hits the mattress and his hand rests on your stomach. “Our baby’s in there.” His voice is almost a whisper but it’s full of pride. His face is a myriad of emotions, and you think you can see tears well in his eyes. 

“Hey,” you say softly as you cup his cheek in your hand. “You, ok?”

His eyes linger on your stomach for a moment before his gaze meets yours. “Yeah…I- it’s just…Sarah would have loved this. She always wanted a brother or sister just…. I just never found the right person.” He chokes in his words as he tries to hold back the tears. 

“She’s still here, Joel. In here,” you say as you point to his heart. He nods. A smile edged its way onto his face. 

“Yeah. She woulda liked you. And Ellie.” He trails off as he stares down at his hand on your stomach and your heart breaks for him. Placing your hand atop his, you squeeze it gently. “And we would have loved her. How about, if this baby is a girl, her middle name can be Sarah. To honour her big sister?”

A watery smile adorns his face as he looks at you and nods. “I’d like that.” His hand rests on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. “I love you.”

“I love you too. We love you.”

***

Ellie was over the moon when you both told her. Delighted to be becoming a big sister and between herself and Joel, they wouldn’t let you do much. 

The protectiveness has only gotten worse as time goes on and you start to show. You’re five months along and your bump has finally popped, something Joel is very proud of. 

You’ve seen another side of him since becoming pregnant, a softer side and you wonder if this is how he was before the outbreak. 

“Morning baby girl. Hope you slept ok?” His soft voice stirs you from sleep and it takes you a moment to realise he isn’t talking to you. He is talking to your baby.

“Hope you didn’t kick up a storm and keep your mama awake. She needs all the rest so you can grow big and strong. This world is a big scary place, but you don’t gotta worry, because your old man is gonna keep you safe. I’m not gonna fail this time.” His voice cracks a little and you can feel tears building behind your eyes. You want to reach down and comfort him, but you know he needs his time with your baby, so you wait.

“You got so many people here who love you. Me and your mom for one but you also got a big sister who is very special, and she is gonna look out for you no matter what. Then you got your uncle Tommy. He’s an idiot. Don’t tell him I said that. He’s a good man though and he can’t wait to meet you and tell you stories about me and him when we were younger.” He laughs quietly as he rubs his hand over your bump. 

“Hopefully not all of them.” He continues to talk about the community in Jackson and when he trails off you reach down and run your fingers through his hair. He releases a contented sigh and lifts his head. “Morning darlin’. You sleep ok?”

“Hmm, best sleep ever. What are you doing?” His face blushes and his gaze drifts to your bump. “Just havin’ a chat with my baby girl.”

“Mmm, and what if it’s a boy? What then?” You say with a smile. His gaze meets yours again and his smile makes the butterflies in your stomach dance. 

“Nah, it’s a girl. I can tell.” 

***

You weren’t entirely sure when your due date was exactly, but the local doctor had it narrowed down to a certain week. Joel was on patrol for the next two days even though he was supposed to be home. Jason had gotten sick, and they needed an extra hand, so he agreed reluctantly. 

Ellie and Maria had assured him they would look out for you until he got back but you could see the anxiety in his eyes when he left. 

That was three days ago now and you were beginning to get worried that something had happened. Not only that, but you’d started to get pains across your lower back and you were worried you’d go into labour without him here. 

“Hey, you ok? You don’t look so good.” Ellie asks as she walks into the kitchen. You nod your head but then a sharp pain erupts across your stomach, and you bend over with a gasp. Water pools on the floor between your legs. Oh shit. 

“Ok. You’re not ok. Let’s get you into bed and then I’m going to get Maria and doc.” She leads you slowly to your bed, helping you in and propping you up with pillows before she rushes out of the house. 

You pray that Joel comes home soon. He’ll be so annoyed if he misses this. You hope he’s ok. 

“Hey. Ellie tells me you're in pain. Where does it hurt?” Jessica the local doctor asks as she comes to sit on the bed beside you. 

“Along my lower back and across my stomach. It’s been on and off since this morning but it’s getting worse.” You clench your teeth as another pain rips through you. 

“Ok. I’m just gonna have a look and see how everything is, ok?” Jessica helps remove your trousers and underwear and begins to examine you. Maria and Ellie are standing on either side of the bed and you turn to Maria who smiles down at you. 

“Any word? Are they ok?” 

She shares a look with Ellie before smiling down at you. “Hey. They’ll be ok. It’s Joel and Tommy, ain’t nothing gonna happen.”

“I need him here. I can’t do this without him.” Your face scrunches in pain as another pain shoots across your stomach. 

“Ok, so you’re 5cm dilated. You need to be at ten to push. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything for the pain but I’m gonna be here the whole time, ok?”

You nod.

“You need to breathe through the pain. In and out. In and out.” Jessica breathes in deeply to show you and you imitate her. “Good. Hopefully, we’ll have a baby soon.”

Jessica orders Maria and Ellie around, getting them to gather supplies and then you all just wait. 

It gets harder and harder to stay quiet through the pain and eventually your cries of pain echo around the room. 

“Go to the gate and see if they’ve heard anything,” Maria asks Ellie and then she’s gone. You turn to Maria who smiles and holds your hand. “I need him.”

“I know. He’ll be here, I promise.” She hopes. 

***

“Ok Y/N, I’m gonna need you to push now, ok?” Jessica asks and you shake your head. 

“No! No, I can’t. Not without him. I need to wait.” You cry in pain as another contraction spikes. 

“I know but the baby is ready to come now. We can’t wait.” Jessica looks at Maria and gives her a knowing look. 

“Y/N, Jessica is right. The baby is ready to come. You can do it; I know you can. Joel would want you to.”

Suddenly the door opens, and all eyes are on the intruder. Joel. 

“Joel!” You cry as you grip Maria’s hand tight, face scrunching in pain. 

“It’s me, baby. I’m here.” He rushes to your side thanking Maria for being there for you. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. 

“I thought you were dead.” You sob as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. He rubs the top of your head gently, soothingly. 

“I know, baby. But I’m alright. I’m here and I’m ready to meet our baby girl.” He turns to Jessica, “is ok if I get on the bed with her?”

“Sure. It might even help.”

Joel takes off his dirty shoes and removes the pillows from behind you, taking their place. He kisses your cheek and holds your hands in his as he whispers words of encouragement. 

“That’s it, baby. Just a little more. You’re doin’ so well.”

You push and push and push and then the room is filled with the cries of a newborn. “Congratulations you two, a beautiful baby girl.”

Jessica hands your baby to Maria who is cleaning her as she cuts the umbilical cord. “I told you it was gonna be a girl, darlin’,” Joel whispers into the shell of your ear as he kisses your neck. “You did so well, baby. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

“Guys she is gorgeous,” Maria coos as she hands you your daughter. She is the image of Joel with her brown eyes and a mop of dark hair on her little head. 

You cradle her in your arms and Joel holds you both from behind. A strangled sob escapes his lips, and you turn your head to look back at him. “You, ok?”

He goes to speak but his voice cracks. He closes his eyes for a moment before meeting your worried gaze. 

“She’s beautiful. She looks…. she has Sarah’s eyes.” You smile at him before shifting your gaze to her again. 

“I forgot how small they are,” he whispers from behind you. “Thank you, darlin’. You’ve given me everything today. I still feel like I don’t deserve it but I’m so fuckin’ happy.”

“Can I hold her?” Ellie asks from beside you and you nod your head before handing her gently to her. 

“Mind her head,” Joel says, his face serious as he looks at Ellie. “Don’t worry, I got this.” She beams.

Later that night after you’d delivered the afterbirth and got cleaned up. You relax back against Joel in your shared bed, which is now clean thanks to Maria and Ellie.

Your baby girl is suckling at your breast as you gently rub her cheek. Joel holds you both close as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Ellie is gonna call back in the morning and help make breakfast,” he whispers, trying not to disturb the moment. 

You hum. 

“What are we gonna name her?” You ask, gaze focused on your daughter. 

“Whatever you want darlin’.” His hand rests on your daughter's leg, rubbing soothing circles into her skin. 

“How about Olivia Sarah Miller?” You hear him suck in a breath and you turn your head slightly. 

“I love it, darlin’. Sarah she…. she uh…she loved the name, Olivia. Always said if I gave her a sister that’s what she wanted her to be named.” His eyes are glazed over, and a single tear runs down his cheek. 

“Then it’s perfect.” You look down at her once more and smile. “Welcome to the world Olivia.”

***

6 months later…

You wake with a start, hand brushing over to reach your husband only to find the bed empty. Throwing on one of his shirts you make your way next door to check on your daughter but she’s not there either. 

Panic floods you. 

As you make your way downstairs the deep timber of his voice calms your racing heart. Without making a sound, you make your way towards the open door and lean against the frame as you take in the sight of Joel on his rocking chair, Olivia nestled into his side. 

The sight of him with your daughter has your heart racing and the butterflies fluttering within your stomach. Seeing him like this makes you love him even more. 

“I’m gonna build you a swing set right there,” he says as he points to a certain point in the garden.

“Watch you playin’ while me and your momma sit here with our cups of coffee.” You can’t help the snort that passes your lips, and he turns in your direction with a smile on his face.

“Mornin’ darlin’. Sleep ok?” 

“Yeah. When did she wake? I didn’t hear her.” You move off the door frame and walk towards them until you're pulled into Joel’s lap. He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips while your daughter giggles beside you. 

“Wanted to let you sleep, darlin’. You’ve been exhausted.”

“You, Joel Miller, are too good to me.” You say softly before leaning in and kissing him. “Will I take her off you now?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. We’re havin’ a good chat ain’t we baby girl?” Olivia coos at her daddy and your heart melts. 

“Ok, well I’ll go and make us some coffee. Be back in a minute,” you say as you stand, kissing Olivia on the cheek and making your way inside. The sound of Joel’s voice fills your senses, and you smile at his words. 

“I love your momma so much, baby girl. I don’t know what I did to deserve her but I’m so grateful she walked into my life and I ain’t ever letting her go.”

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mention of abandonment issues, stealing, mention of abuse words -> 3k

abstract -> two hybrids... bonded were now separated, it could harm them both

y/n's perspective

It's officially been a year since I’ve had Wooyoung and San. He’s been getting better, but his memories are still hazy, even when he was in the ring. It wasn’t until that one day that he confessed that losing a few memories doesn’t seem like a bad thing, and he accepted it. 

He’s no longer scared of the elevator bell, still doesn’t like being around other hybrids, but doesn’t mind going out anymore. Doesn’t prefer crowded areas but is happy with his life. 

He’s… happier. Obliviousness is sometimes a blessing. 

He’s shown Wooyoung more love than before and even towards Yeosang. He even teases Seonghwa a lot, whilst he at first hated Hongjoong now follows his every order. He’s changed since I've had him and if he was happy that's all that mattered.

I wanted to fulfill my promise to make him happy even if he doesn’t remember it. 

“Stop eating like pigs!” Seonghwa scolded and I chuckled since we were finishing up on dessert. “You have chocolate all over your face,” Hongjoong teased and I smiled. 

The two were the oldest and so were very attentive despite only being with us for three months. They cared a lot and adjusted well, while Yeosang too was better than how he was. He was no longer scared of eating food and accepted presents without wanting to pay them back in return. 

I could’ve never believed in having five hybrids let alone one last year but… I was glad that I adopted San that day. It brought me more happiness than ever before.

“Here is your receipt ma'am I hope you had a lovely dinner. I would also advise you to be careful there's been pick-pockets recently stealing wallets and cash” the waitress said and left. That was still going on huh? 

“Here you go Angel” I heard and noticed Yeosang holding my coat. “Thanks, Yeosang,” I said as he helped me put it on. “They seem very happy,” he said and I chuckled as I saw Seonghwa wiping their faces from the chocolate dessert they ate.  “Yeah, yours is next,” I said and he smiled. 

I could hear San and Wooyoung already planning what they want next year, making me happy how excited they got for little things. “Ooh! Hongjoong we should do a Barbeque!” Seonghwa said excitedly. “Hmm? Maybe we should do that for me!” Yeosang said and I laughed at their rivalry. Yeosang walked ahead towards the two and Seonghwa only glared at his head. 

“Don’t worry, I know for a fact he’d ask for fried chicken in the apartment, '' I said and he chuckled. “Makes sense, he doesn’t like leaving home either way” Seonghwa said and I nod. Hongjoong was by my side acting as my bodyguard as the three other hybrids were walking ahead. “I can’t believe it's been three months already,” Hongjoong said and I nodded. It's been two months since our incident but everyone has grown from that. 

“SOMEONE STOP HIM!” I heard a familiar yell. I noticed a man now stop panting in front of us. “Shotaro?” I ask and he looks up to see me. “Ah, y/n… give.. me… a minute” he said out of breath. “You… and all your hybrids, you look scary” he said out of breath and I let out a chuckle before worrying for him. “What happened, are you okay?” I asked and he nodded but quickly bactracked. “Actually no, I got robbed!” he yelled, frustrated. 

“Oh, the infamous pick-pocket?” I sighed and he nodded. “Apparently, Doyoung has even lost money. Didn’t you lose your wallet?” he asked and I shook my head. “Just 200,” I said. “What?” Yeosang said confused and I forgot only Hongjoong knew. 

“I smell a dog hybrid,” San said and Shotaro looked more confused. “A hybrid stole from me? I better tell Kun about this soon” he said, still catching his breath. “How long have you been running, the shop is far from here?” I asked and he scoffed. “Too long, and now I've lost them,” he said and I sighed. “You’re going to have to report everything” I said and he nodded. “I’ll tell Taeyong-hyung about this tonight” he said but he still looked irritated. 

“You should go home, it's getting pretty late. You at least have a pack of hybrids to protect you” he said and I nod knowing I was okay. “You should go back to shop, be careful” I said and he nodded as he waved. 

“When did you lose money?” Wooyoung asked and I sighed. “It was the first time for the circus hybrid interviews and then the second when I got out of the hospital” I said and they all deflated. I smiled, “Don’t worry it's fine, they probably need it more than me” I said and they didn’t say anything. 

“Come on, let's go home!” 

yunho’s perspective

“Woah! A hundred! We haven’t gone this much in a while” Mingi said, happy to have increased funds. We haven’t found that since… that one girl. It still made me sick how I had to rob her while she was so… lost. “She’s been showing up with that tiger though” he pouted. “She has five hybrids so be careful, and don’t rob her,” I said and he nodded. 

I would sometimes see the different hybrids… a panther showed up once. A Doberman would show up rarely, while a fox was very hyperactive meaning he was one of the ones commonly accompanying her. Whilst there were two tigers… the orange tiger was always with her by her side and he would always glare at me. He knew…

“Do you think we can eat a good meal tomorrow?” he asked and I chuckled. “Hmm? What are you thinking?” I asked and he grinned. “Ramyeon!” he said excitedly. 

“Guess, we’ll finally eat some food at a convenience store!” 

We were picking out cheap brands of snacks that would hopefully last us a while. It wasn’t until I turned the corner to see her… I quickly turned around hiding in a different aisle. Mingi walked in front of me when I grabbed him. 

“Don’t go over there” I said and he looked confused while speaking but I flicked his forehead. “Ow! Hey, it's–" "No,” I said and he scoffed “Come on, she’s alone” he begged and I shook my head. 

“y/n you’re a lifesaver! I swear I'll pay you back” I heard… that voice sounded familiar. “Hey don’t worry about it! It's not your fault you got robbed” she said… that was the boy we robbed off of yesterday. 

“M-Mingi we have to leave… now… Mingi?” I said and looked at where he was. Where did he go? I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder scared but it was him… holding her wallet. 

“Give it back,” I said, feeling my heart stop. “What? No–'' “Mingi threw it on the floor or something was leaving,” I said and he didn’t want to. “Huh? I don’t have my wallet?” she said and I started putting things away randomly not caring if it didn’t belong. “Sir! Someone robbed her!” I heard. “We’re leaving!” I said as I tried rushing him but we were stopped by security.

“There's a thief in the store so can you please–” I pushed my out with Mingi while we ran. When I thought we escaped, I stopped as we caught our breath. 

“A hybrid thief sounds like the start of a bad kid’s story” I heard and I looked behind me… the tiny tiger. “Give it back,” he said with a handout and I looked at Mingi who didn’t budge. He was a wolf hybrid and in theory he looked intimidating but he wasn’t… despite his size, he was the runt of his litter, and he couldn’t fight. I couldn’t either… but the tiger was so small. What harm could he do? Right?

“I’m not gonna ask again,” he said as I saw his claws get bigger. 

“Yunho we can take him,” Mingi whispered but I wasn’t so sure. Something told me no… he was getting closer when I saw a familiar figure. “Hongjoong!” she said as he seemed to calm down immediately even retracting his claws “Hey! Thieves!!!” the boy we robbed yesterday yelled. 

“Huh? You’re the guy who always…” she said almost in a disappointed tone… if it wasn’t for my hat I would’ve surely looked like a kicked puppy.

“He has your wallet,” Hongjoong told her and her eyes widened… “Every time you talked to me wasn’t because you were comforting me… you stole from me each time” she said and I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t defend myself since it was true… we did steal from her.

“That’s what I get for trusting a stranger…” she muttered as I saw the tiger go to her side and rub her back trying to comfort her…

“I want my wallet back!” the boy yelled and I looked at Mingi who looked frozen. “Give it back…” I muttered and he took out the two wallets. “Yunho I’m sorry, this was my fault,” he said and gave me her wallet which I wanted to hand to her but the tiger got it instead.

“Kun is coming soon,” the boy said and I was confused… who was that?

“I'm sorry… I did try helping you” I ended up saying but she didn’t look at me. I was jealous of the tiger. She cares for her hybrids… I see her every time she walks down this street with a hybrid… Most people collected them but she didn’t seem to be doing that. She loved them… why wasn’t I that lucky?

It was a weird combination too… two tigers, a panther, a fox, and another dog. I felt most jealous of that dog…

“Why can’t we run?” Mingi whispered and I knew the two were waiting for whoever Kun was… “I don’t know… we’re caught red-handed Mingi. It’s over” I said and he shook his head. “No, it can’t be,” Mingi said as he stood up. “Look we’re sorry… we need to leave now,” Mingi said but the tiger… Hongjoong growled at the wolf hybrid. “Hongjoong don’t,” the girl said to her hybrid but the tiger scoffed. He went back to her side and before Mingi could do anything I heard sirens.

“Yunho? Hybrid control… I don’t wanna go back to them” he said and I shook my head. 

“I don’t either… I’m sorry Mingi I failed you”

y/n’s perspective

“He comforted me when my hybrids were in here… I know I didn’t know him but it feels a little bit like betrayal” I confessed and Kun nodded. “I know, both hybrids are code green. They have owners coming to pick them up soon,” he said and I nodded. 

“Why would they run away, though?” I pondered and he shrugged. “If I find any type of mistreatment then I won’t allow them to take them. However, we can’t assume the worst” he said and I nodded.

“Kun, the owners are here” I heard Haechan say from the door. “Yah! You two are eating lunch without me?” he pouted and I chuckled.

“Haechan you took a thirty-minute break already… also it's supposed to be fifteen.” he scolded and the young boy laughed it off “y/n you might also want to come,” he said with a worried tone… I followed him outside to see a couple and their two kids.

“Do tricks for us, tiger!” I heard the kids yell and I saw Hongjoong clearly uncomfortable… “Joong, come here,” I said as he was now behind me. 

Hongjoon definitely had some triggers, being told to do tricks was definitely one of them. Being recognized as a whole makes him quite anxious. 

“Oh, come on. Let the hybrid do some tricks” a woman asked and I chuckled awkwardly. “I’m sorry, but he doesn’t do this–” “I didn’t ask, darling. My kids want to play with him so I said let the hybrid do some tricks,” she said rather rudely and I scoffed.

“And who are you to tell me what to do? May I remind you that your two hybrids ran away?! They robbed me!” I yelled and she scoffed. 

“What did you have? A twenty?” she joked and I glared. “More like two hundred” I muttered and she laughed. “Two hundred is nothing here,” she said as she grabbed her husband’s wallet and handed me two hundred dollars and I scoffed. 

“I don’t want your pathetic money,” I said and she glared. She instead threw the money at me and laughed. “You look like you need it,” she said, and before I could say anything–

“Yuyu!!” I heard the children yell at the hybrid. I saw the golden retriever hybrid look at his owner fearfully and nervously. The wolf hybrid also stared at the ground…

“Are you okay?” I asked my tiger as I put my hands over Hongjoong's who gripped my hips. He nodded softly as he got closer and hugged me, trying to comfort himself. I could only pet his head as he hugged me.

“We only wanted, Yunho” I heard the lady say. “Please” I heard Yunho plead. “Who are you to ask for things? You ran away, you’ll be punished. Look doctor, Mingi is a violent hybrid he shouldn't even be a code green” she said making me scoff. 

I saw the kids pull on Yunho’s tail while the hybrid could only look at his companion. Was that why they ran away? They were being separated?

“You want to revoke ownership?” Kun asked and she nodded and soon looked at me. “How much for your tiger?” she asked and I scoffed. “You aren’t getting him,” I said and she smiled. “Honey, don’t you think he’ll give the kids such a good time?” she asked as the husband now looked at Hongjoong who tried his best to hide behind me.

“I can offer a hundred thousand?” he asked and I scoffed. “No,” I said and the wife’s eyes widened. “Oh please. Don’t you need the money?” she asked and I scoffed. “Look at his collar?” I heard the man whisper and the lady rolled her eyes. 

“Why does a stupid tacky collar matter at this moment?”

“His collar is a custom design. It costs a hundred thousand” I said and her eyes widened for a bit before rolling her eyes. “And how did you afford that? A kid like you can’t afford that without… selli–" "My name is y/n l/n '' I said and their eyes widened. “As in the daughter of the CEO?” the husband muttered and I smiled softly. “Yes, you wanna try again?” I asked and before the wife could say anything the man bowed. 

“I’m sorry, I didn–” “I want both of you to apologize to my hybrid,” I said and they looked at each other. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” the husband said while the wife refused. 

“I-I work with your parents you know?” he said and I laughed. “Maybe I’ll tell him to stop, come on Hongjoong. Bye Kun I hope they don’t cause too much trouble, if they do you have my number” I said as I left Hongjoong. I may not have the best nor closest relationship with my parents but I doubt they’d let their reputation hit a low if they heard that his wife was implying I sell–

“Thank you,” he said and I smiled. “I’d never let anyone treat any of you like that… I just feel bad for the two. They’re gonna be separated. You saw how desperate they were.” I said and he sighed clearly upset.

“I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if you decided to only adopt Seonghwa… even though I did ask you too,” Hongjoong confessed and I smiled. 

“You’ll never be separated from him”

hongjoong's perspective

I felt pathetic hiding behind her… but she did defend me. I guess this is how Yeosang feels about his ex-owner. We finally went back to the apartment when I saw the familiar orange-eared fox tackle y/n in a hug. “I missed you!! You said it’d be fast!! Why’d you take hours!” he yelled and pouted.

“Angel!” I heard as I saw the familiar pointy-eared hybrid. 

“Is everything okay?” I heard as I saw Seonghwa… he looked at me worriedly. “Hmm? What is the tiny tiger upset about?” San said and I looked down. “Don’t tease him… Hongjoong don’t think about it too much okay? You did amazing today, thank you for saving me and my wallet” she said with a smile and I nodded.

“What happened?” “It's a long story”

y/n’s perspective 

“Maybe the two hybrids ran away because they were gonna be separated,” Wooyoung suggested and I think he was right.

I saw how Hongjoong was being comforted by Seonghwa. The two got told to do circus tricks often… especially by kids and families when they were recognized. 

“Or they had snobby owners” Yeosang muttered and I sighed. “Even if that’s the case I already called my parents to not work with them anymore and even told Chenle to spread the word,” I said and Yeosang laughed.

“So what’ll happen to them?” San asked and I shrugged. “I guess they’ll retire early?” I said and the hybrids all laughed even though I did mean it.

I wasn’t gonna let them treat Hongjoong that way… not when he’s currently beating himself up for it and being comforted by his longest companion.  

“You should’ve taken the two hundred dollars back” Wooyoung suggested and I scoffed. 

“Trust me they'll need that money more than me,” I said and he chuckled. “Come on, we should eat before everything gets cold, '' Wooyoung said as everyone slowly went to the kitchen.

I looped my arm around Hongjoong’s side who smiled softly at me.

“Don’t worry, okay? I know you all want to protect me and you did! You got my wallet back and in return, I’ll protect you from people like that” I promised and I offered him a smile and kissed my head.

“Thank you, I’m lucky to have you”

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[drjholtzmann]

going thru the drafts. this one was originally a fluffbruary prompt (whoops) but i chickened out

shower | blessed | layer

Dream is already in the kitchen when Hob gets home. Clattering through the door in a flurry of muffled curses and rustling fabric. He shucks off his coat and violently jabs it onto the coat hook, continuing to curse his way out of his shoes before standing upright again, flicking soaking wet hair back off his face. 

“Hello, stranger.” He says, aiming for casual but falling a little closer to perfunctory, unable to fully hide his frustration. 

“You’re –” Dream’s deep voice begins softly as Hob rushes to add, “I know – I’m late, I know.”

Dream, hands deep in his pockets, shoulders square, resting in one of Hob’s kitchen chairs, does not move to finish his sentence. 

“‘Light morning showers’, my eye,” Hob mutters murderously as he passes Dream and the kitchen table and continues to clatter on into the kitchen. “Fucking pissing down all afternoon! Shoes are soaked. Thought my jacket would be enough for light showers so I didn’t take a sodding umbrella, like a fucking bellend. The tube was disgusting – full of everyone trying to get out of the rain. So it was full of rainwater and the water-soaked public which, let me tell you, is a particular bouquet I don’t need to experience again in a hurry. Not at the end of a work day. I mean – you want some of this?” He pauses, wine bottle in one hand, glass in another, gesturing with the bottle towards Dream. Dream inclines his head. “I mean say what you will about the past,” Hob continues, placing the first glass down and grabbing out a second, “plenty of smells of all kinds. But at least we didn’t have fuckin’ Lynx Africa. A tube full of B.O., soaked woollen suits, stale air, muddy rainwater, all coated with the chemical tang of Lynx fucking Africa?” He gags and pours a generous, sloshing glass of red. “Adding insult to injury. Didn’t know how good we had it.” He spins the cap back onto the bottle with a metallic little hiss. “Anyway,” he places the second glass down in front of Dream. “How was your day?”  

At this Dream stands, eyes passing over Hob’s hair, falling to his shoulders, then down to his feet. “You are wet.”

“Yeah. Did you not hear the whole vitriolic spiel just now?” 

Dream looks at him like he’s stupid. “You are still in your wet clothes.” He clarifies, emphasising each word even more than usual, his eyes glinting with mockery.

Hob swallows his mouthful of wine. “Yeah, well.”

“Your socks, at least.” Dream suggests. And Hob makes a show of rolling his eyes, putting his wineglass down, and slouching back to the door.

He bends to pull off his sodden socks, and they hit the floor with a wet and heavy splat. “Meugh,” his lip curls. His eyes slide back to Dream and he resists rolling them. “Happy?” He crows, arms wide.

“Are you?”

He wiggles his damp toes against the floorboards, head tilting to the side. “Better. At least.” He concedes. 

“You ought to get out of your wet layers.” 

“When did you become mother hen?” But by now Hob is struggling to keep up the fever pitch of his frustration, a smile starting to tug at his words. 

“If you do not want my help…” Dream turns his back on him, picking up his wineglass.

“No! No. Of course I do.” He’s still playing along with the teasing, but it’s true. Always. And Dream knows it. He turns towards Hob again, a smug little smile hiding behind the rim of his glass. Hob holds his hands out to his sides, letting them fall back against his thighs. “Help me?” 

Dream scoffs, but the smirk is still in place as he sets his glass down and walks over to Hob in the entryway. “How you survived centuries between our meetings I will never know,” he tuts, plucking at Hob’s unbuttoned overshirt, slipping it down off his shoulders, then free from each wrist. 

“Made a deal with a lady.” Hob parries back, but it sounds distant even to him, far too hypnotised by watching Dream’s movements to commit to continuing their banter.

“Mm. Quite.” Dream draws the neck of Hob’s t-shirt between his thumb and forefinger and, assessing that it, too, is insufficiently dry, pulls it upwards. Hob is pliant, and increasingly calm in his grip. 

Hob is shirtless for barely a second before there is a soft warmth sliding up his arms. Something that looks a little like a smoking jacket but feels more like a soft fleecy dressing gown has been conjured within Dream’s palm and his being fitted neatly across his shoulders. It feels like sinking into a warm bath. The warmth between sleep and wakefulness. The heavy-muscled heat of laying close to a fire for long night hours. And Hob can’t help the full-body contented sigh that comes out of him. He feels his shoulders relax down an entire inch. His head almost falls forward, eyes closed, ready to drop right off to sleep. 

“Is that not better?”

“Mm,” Hob shuffles closer. “Better,” he agrees, curling his hands into the sweeping lapels of Dream’s coat and, allowing his eyes to finally close, drops his head against Dream’s shoulder. 

“We are only half done.” Dream says after several seconds of silence and stillness from Hob. 

Hob huffs against his neck. “You just wanna see me in my pants. Cheeky.” 

“You’re impossible.” Hob can hear the smile in Dream’s words. Smiles in return, hidden against his neck, as Dream’s hands snake around his back and hold him in a warm, impossibly fond embrace. And Hob melts against him a little further. 

“S’me. Impossible. Wearing a robe my love just conjured from the ether. Which is very normal.”

“I only wish for you to be comfortable.”

“I am, love,” he promises, voice soft, all fight and frustration drained from him. “So comfy. 'n I promise I’ll take off the trousers in a minute.” He sighs, deep and cleansing. “Can we just go to bed? I know it’s still early but fuck I’d love this day to be over.”

Dream’s hands press tighter against him, soothing up and down his back. “You will hear no complaints from me,” he murmurs against Hob’s temple, pressing a featherlight kiss into his hair.

[herozdiary]

Merry (late) Christmas, hope you got lots of fun gifts (I unfortunately did not get a handsome emo Swedish boy under my tree this year :(( ) !!

Anyhow, I have an idea, Y/N & Simon sharing their first kiss... under the mistletoe!! >:D

Minty chapstick

Simon x reader

This diary entry contains…kissing | established relationship | fluff | reader is super silly |

ANOTHER REQUESTTTT!!!my Christmas was amazing but it would have been better if Simon was under my tree😓ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!

This was supposed to come out obviously WAYY SOONER BUT I GOT HIT WITH A HUGEEE WRITERS BLOCK! PLEASE SEND IN MORE REQUESTS IM RUNNING LOW ON IDEAS🙏🏾🙏🏾

Christmas time was most people’s favorite time of the year,The decorating,The chilly weather and the presents from Santa were always the best.

It would your first Christmas with Simon.You had one main goal for the night was to steal a kiss from him underneath the mistletoe.

You and him never really had your first real kiss yet,The two of you rarely saw each during the week because of school and important day to day life things.

You realized you guys never kissed when all your friends were talking about their first kisses with their partner but when it came to you,You were completely stumped.

It wasn’t like Simon didn’t want to kiss you,he really did but could never find a proper time to.You always wanted to make the first move but just when your about to lean in,he either has to go or you chicken out.

Well that was gonna change this year as you made it to it number one goal to kiss Simon underneath a mistletoe.You went out a day before Simon was supposed to come over which would be on Christmas Eve.

You went to your local store and was able to snag one early in the morning since most people are still sleep by the time the store was first open.

You smile at the store clerk who rings you up.You notice a tube of your favorite mint chapstick.You grab it before handing it to the girl behind the counter who happily scans it.

“Busy morning for you I guess?I never seen someone come this early”The girl speaks up as she bags your two items before tossing in a candy cane.

“I had to get in some early shopping before everyone woke up and the store became crowded”You say while pulling out your card.

The girl nodded,Watching you carefully swipe your card.”You know,Mint chapstick and a mistletoe?Let me guess trying to kiss a certain someone underneath it”The girl asked while watching your receipt print out before ripping it off the machine and placing it in the bag and pushing the bag towards you.

“My boyfriend,It’s our first Christmas together and I just wanted to have a special moment in it”You say while grabbing the bag,Smiling at the clerk.she just nodded before giving you a small smile back.

The walk back home was pretty quiet.most people were still sleeping or just didn’t wanna go out yet.you were a little nervous for tomorrow.what if it doesn’t go well? What if he doesn’t wanna kiss or even worse…what if he hates your mint chapstick.

You loved this brand of chapstick not only because the smell and taste isn’t too strong and it leaves your lips feeling soft and smooth.Of course,Your thoughts were interrupted when you almost walked past your own house.

Once you were inside,You tossed the bag on the couch while taking your coat off and hanging it on the rack.Your main plan was to prepare the mistletoe and to work on Simon’s gifts.You had gotten him some new cds,a new hoodie and a bottle of cologne.

Nothing to fancy just some things you knew he wanted.You went to your room and got changed into a comfy pair of pajamas and got to work.Setting up the mistletoe to was pretty easy.You knew the best place to put it was the hallway leading to your bedroom and other rooms.

The next things were to wrap his gifts.You got on the pretty black and grey wrapping paper and sat down on the floor,You grabbed a pair of scissors and some tape before turning on a Christmas movie.

You forgot how hard it is to wrap gifts but managed to get most of them wrapped.once you were done you slid them underneath your nicely decorated tree.You smile as you stand up and clean up.You didn’t the time as you look and see it would be around the time you would make dinner.

You didn’t feel like making anything big and just settled on a cup of noodles.finishing up your movie and your food you sat on your couch thinking about Simon’s reaction to his gifts.

You knew he would love them mostly because you’ve caught him staring at them when you guys went out.you stare at the now empty cup before placing it on your coffee table and changing the channel to something else.

You ended up falling asleep while watching a random kids show.You didn’t even clean up your mess or anything as you were too tired to even get up.

By the time you did wake up,It was around 8 and Simon was supposed to be there around 10.You silently cursed to yourself as you shot up off your couch and started to pick up your trash.

You took a small shower,Nothing too fancy as you still needed to clean up your room.Once you were out the shower and were in clean pajamas you put things back in their proper place in your room.

You made up your bed and put everything back in the proper place before you heard a small knock on your front door.You looked at the clock to see it was 10:15.You didn’t worry too much as you got most of the chores you needed to do done.

You rushed to the front door,Your Santa slippers you bought squeaking slightly and you took a peak out the peephole and nearly let out a squeal as you undid the locks on your door and threw yourself at Simon,Wrapping your arms around him as he let out a small chuckle while patting your back.

“You missed me?you just saw me like two days ago”He said while walking in while you followed behind and closed your door.”two days?it felt like forever…”You say dramatically as you redo the locks.

Simon rolled his eyes slightly before plopping on your couch and sighing.”I like your tree,My mom hasn’t put ours up mostly because of how much of a hassle it is putting it up and taking it down”he said while leaning his head on the armrest staring up at you.

You shrug while shuffling to the kitchen.”I mostly keep mine up until I have the energy to take it down.”You say while looking in the fridge.You felt your stomach do flips as you grab a coke from the fridge and pop it open and take a small sip before closing your fridge and turning around.

You looked at the mistletoe hanging above the hallway before looking at Simon who was busy staring at the television,Watching the Christmas program on it.

Your eyes flicked through the two before giving yourself a small pep talk in your head about how easy it would be.

You move out of the kitchen into the hallway before positioning yourself underneath it.”Simonnn”You called out while rocking back and fourth on your feet.he turned his focus to you before making a small confused face.You motion him to come towards you which he does with a small groan.

“What is it?”He asks while placing his cold hands on your waist which made you get all giddy inside before you looked up,His eyes following also before you felt his grasp on your waist get tighter before looking back down at you.

“I wanted our first kiss to be special!so I went out a bought a mistletoe yesterday.”You say while wrapping your arms around his neck.You were a little bit scared to lean in until you saw Simon slowly start to lean in,You followed his lead before you felt his chapped lips press up against your much more smoother ones.

You closed your eyes as you pressed your lips harder.You felt your heart beat a bit faster and your head spin a little.you felt Simon’s grip on your waist get tighter before he pulled away.

“Was that good?”He asked while pulling away a little more.You nodded as you into his brown eyes before smiling.”It was perfect”You say while twirling a piece of his hair around your finger.”are you wearing mint chapstick?it tastes kinda nice…wait that sounds kinda weird”Simon rambled on before slightly cringing at the last thing he said.

You just giggle before shaking your head.”I actually bought it just for this occasion,I’m glad to know you like it.”You say while placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips.

The Christmas season had gotten a whole lot better as you spent the rest of the day making cookies,listening to music and watching the Christmas program that was set for that night.Now the next time you hung out with your friend and the mention of first kisses is brought up you have a good story to tell.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Hungry [Frankie x reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (I think it's gn!reader, correct me if I'm wrong).

Warnings: reader eats meat? that's all I can think of. No warnings, just sweetness.

Summary: Frankie cooks dinner for you when you're tired.

Words: 1,023

It hasn't exactly been a bad day. Not as such. You're just... exhausted. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's the season, maybe it's just the time of the month. When you get into your car after work and catch your reflection in the rear-view mirror, you can't help but grimace. You look like shit. For a moment, you consider cancelling your quick visit at Frankie's place, but you need that cardigan you forgot there last Sunday. You have to go by his place, pick it up.

This thing with Frankie is new. You only just started sleepovers, and only in the weekends. You still need your own space in the mornings, your own routines, your peace and quiet as you get ready for work. You're not ready for anything more at this moment.

You call Frankie up to check that he's already home, which he is. His voice is warm, and he sounds happy to hear your voice.

"It's just a quick visit," you warn him. "I need to get home, I have a long day tomorrow."

"Of course," he replies softly. "Drive safe, see you in a bit."

If Frankie's voice on the phone contained a heartfelt joy at hearing from you, it's nothing compared to the calm enthusiasm with which he greets you at the door. His face lights up, and when you step over the threshold, he pulls you into his arms, sighing happily against your tired head.

"I missed you."

"Me too," you admit, wrapping your arms around his waist and drinking in his adoration. The cardigan, neatly folded on the hallway table, catches your eye. The care with which it has been placed touches you. You certainly didn't leave it like that when you forgot it on the last weekend...

"How was your day?" Frankie's hug loosens slightly so that you can turn your face up to his.

"Busy, but okay. Yours?"

"Same old."

He dips down to brush his lips against yours. The kiss is gentle and brief, like he somehow senses that you're not really up for the kind of making out that you're usually involved in. His smile is soft when he passes a hand over your head.

"You look hungry, sweetheart. Let me cook you something."

"I was going to pick something up for dinner."

"Nonsense. Take your coat off, go put your feet up. I'll whip something up."

You really can't say no to that.

"I can't stay late..."

"I won't keep you," he promises. "I'll make something simple and quick, you can eat, then go home, have an early night."

He releases you to take off your coat and kick off your shoes. A few moments later, you're sitting in his kitchen, nursing a small glass of wine, watching him throw together a chicken and rice one pot wonder that smells divine. Small talking about this and that, he declines your offer to lay the table, telling you instead to relax.

"It's just a couple of plates and forks, I got it."

He hustles around the small kitchen with a quiet confidence, handing you a glass of water before you've even asked for one, quick on his feet but in a way which doesn't seem stressed or hurried. The table laid and the dish simmering in its pot, he leans against the counter and takes a sip of his wine.

"Just a couple of minutes now."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Couldn't let you leave hungry, could I?"

"How do I look when I'm hungry?" you ask, curious about how he seemed to notice it so quickly. You weren't as hungry as you were tired, but this is exactly what you needed. You get the feeling that he somehow knew that if he had told you that you looked tired, you wouldn't have felt as taken care of.

He shrugs, casting down his eyes in a sudden display of shyness.

"You were frowning."

"What?"

"You frowned. You're... you're usually smiling when you first see me. When we meet up after not having seen each other for a few days, you're usually smiling."

"Oh." You look down at your glass, a little bashful yourself. You didn't know it was so obvious.

"It's not you, Frankie, I just had a long day..."

"Oh, I know," he hurriedly assures you. "I can tell. It's okay. I just wanted to help you in some way."

"Dinner definitely helps." You look up again and smile. Frankie's eyes crinkle is the sweetest way when he returns your smile.

"I'm glad."

You eat together in silence, the rice and chicken dish warming you from the inside out, perfectly cooked and seasoned. When finished, you thank Frankie profusely for the meal. He clears the table, a faint tint on his cheekbones.

"Happy you liked it."

Slowly rising from your seat, you regretfully inform him that you have you to get going.

"I feel bad just eating and then leaving."

"Don't, that was the deal all along," he calms you. "Will I see you in the weekend?"

"Definitely."

He follows you to the front door and watches you put on your shoes and coat.

"Don't forget your cardigan this time."

"I won't," you smile, and he smiles back as he hands you the garment. You hold it against your chest and tilt your head a little.

"Can I get a kiss?"

Frankie immediately moves in, cupping your cheeks gently to turn you face up, and kisses you. It's warm, it's comfortable and comforting, spicy yet not prickly, just like the chicken dish.

You could stand to kiss him like this every day. You wish you could kiss him like this every day.

When the long, slow kiss ebbs out, you rest your lips against his for a moment as you catch your breath and make up your mind.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I stay the night?"

"Uh-huh."

The cardigan ends up back on the side table, your coat on the hanger, your shoes kicked off next to his. The rest of your clothes fall to the floor, one after the other, trailing your way to the spacious shower booth in the bathroom.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Mise en Place, Chapter 2

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: M

Story Summary: Follows the development of Chef!Matt & Reader's relationship after the events of Cooking Up Love.

Story Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness, no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, developing relationship, things gone get SPICY later 🔥 (aka smut in future chapters), more tags to come as the story progresses

Chapter Word Count: ~2500

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys Chef Matt & Reader's first official date! 🥰

Divider by @theradioactivespidergwen

Tag List: @danzer8705 @capylore @shouldbestudying41

Matt ran through his mental checklist as he waited for you to arrive. Okay, table is set, wine is open and breathing, salad dressing is made, garlic bread is warming in the oven, pasta is ready to boil, sauce is finished, chicken is ready… Should I have lit some candles? 

He was contemplating changing his shirt when he heard a car slow down to a stop in front of his building. She's here.

He heard you thank your cab driver and shut the door, then take a deep breath before you walked inside Matt's apartment building. 

Matt waited until you had made your way upstairs before heading to answer the door, resisting the urge to just throw it open before you had even reached his apartment.

He took a deep breath of his own as you knocked. Here we go.

He opened the door, the slight uptick in your heartbeat surprisingly calming his own nerves somewhat. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you replied. 

Matt moved out of the doorway. “Come on in.”

He waited as you stepped inside then closed the door behind you. 

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug. “How are you?”

Matt briefly tucked his face into your neck as he hugged you back. “I'm good,” he replied. “How was the rest of your day?”

You gave him a quick squeeze before stepping back. “It was good. I stayed busy, made some notes for my next assignment. How was yours?”

“Mine was good too. I went to the market then started prepping everything for dinner tonight.”

You hummed. “It smells amazing in here, by the way.”

Matt smiled. “Thanks. And actually, everything is ready if you're ready to eat.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great.” Matt held a hand out to you. “Then follow me.”

You took his hand and he led you up the stairs to the roof. “I figured since it was fairly warm tonight we could have dinner up here.”

You let out a light gasp as the two of you stepped out onto the roof. “Matt, this is beautiful.”

Matt grinned. Foggy had helped him set everything up -- they had put twinkle lights up around the perimeter of the rooftop and had spruced up the space with unused decorations from the restaurant in an effort to make the space look romantic and date-like. “I'm glad you like it.”

He led you to the table he had set for the two of you and pulled your chair out for you. “Here, have a seat.”

After you were seated, he poured you each a glass of wine and set the bottle back on the table. “Give me just a second to go get our salads.”

“Okay.”

Matt ran downstairs and put the pasta to boil, then plated your salads before bringing them back upstairs. 

He set yours in front of you. “Okay, here you go.”

“Thank you.”

Matt sat across from you. “So, what's your next article about?”

“It's about the need for donations to Clinton Church’s food bank,” you replied.

A smile spread across Matt's face. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. I met with Father Lantom last Monday for an interview about the various programs the church offers and he mentioned that the food pantry had been running low, so I decided to focus my article on that -- although I am still mentioning the other programs, of course. After all, winter is right around the corner so there's going to be a greater need for coat donations really soon.” 

Aha, Matt thought. So that was the errand that Father Lantom had been on when Matt had gone to get his culinary supplies from the church.

You took a sip of wine before continuing. “My coworkers and I are also setting up a donation drive at work. Along with my article next Monday we'll be publishing a list of items that are needed and placing donation boxes in the lobby of the Bulletin ’s office building, then the following Monday my boss and I are going to go deliver all of the donated goods to Clinton Church along with a monetary donation from the newspaper to help fill in whatever they're still short on.”

“That's a wonderful gesture.”

There was a slight rustle of fabric as you shrugged. “Getting to volunteer with you at the church’s soup kitchen made me want to raise more awareness for people in need, so why not use the platform I’ve been given access to in order to do so?” 

Matt shook his head. He couldn't believe he had ever thought you were anything like how that Kelsie woman had depicted you. “You're amazing, you know that?”

“You're the amazing one. Getting to know you these past couple of weeks…” You paused. “You are genuinely one of the most interesting people I've ever interviewed and I'm really happy to have met you.”

Matt smiled. “I'm really happy to have met you too. And I'm sorry once again for everything.”

“No, it's okay. It was a misunderstanding, but at least we were able to resolve it, right?”

Matt nodded. “Thank you for forgiving me.”

“Of course.” You took a bite of your salad and made an appreciative sound. “Oh, wow. I'm assuming you made this dressing, right?” 

Matt nodded. “Yeah.”

“I can tell. This is way better than the store-bought stuff.”

The two of you finished your salads, then Matt took your empty plates back down and placed them in his sink so he could finish plating the chicken parmesan.

He spooned a bit of marinara sauce on top of each chicken breast, then grated some fresh mozzarella cheese over them before sticking the pan back into the oven to broil for a minute and melt the cheese while he plated the now-cooked pasta and extra sauce.

He took the chicken out of the oven and plated each one, adding a sprinkle of fresh basil along with a piece of homemade garlic bread on the side. Perfect.

He carried the plates upstairs and set them onto the table. “Alright, dinner is served.”

He sat and waited as you took a bite.

“Oh my gosh, this is so good,” you said after you had chewed and swallowed. 

Matt let out a relieved breath. “I'm glad you like it.”

“Mmm.” You took another bite. “Definitely.”

The two of you continued talking even after you had finished your dinner, the hours passing like minutes with the comfort the two of you felt with each other.

“I was thinking we'd have dessert downstairs if that's alright with you,” Matt eventually said as he stood and gathered your plates, utensils, and wine glasses. “I can't finish making it until it's ready to serve and rather than make you wait up here I figured we could just eat it down there.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you replied as you also stood. “Here, let me help you pick the rest of this stuff up.”

Matt shook his head. “No, that's okay, I'll take care of the table stuff later.”

You took the wine glasses from him. “At least let me get these for you.”

Matt opened his mouth to protest again but closed it when you adjusted the wine glasses to carry them in one hand and linked the fingers of your free hand in Matt's now-free one. “Okay,” he said instead.

The two of you walked back downstairs, Matt hoping that the rest of the evening turned out just as well as the beginning had.

To your slight disappointment, Matt let go of your hand once the two of you reached the bottom of the stairs back in his apartment.

He took the wine glasses back from you and nodded over towards the barstools by his kitchen island. “You can have a seat if you want.”

You sat and watched as he set the dirty dishes in his sink then went to his refrigerator, pulling out a metal bowl covered with cling wrap and a carton of heavy cream and setting them on the island in front of you. “Ooh, what's this?”

Matt took a measuring cup out of a drawer and measured out some cream before pouring it into the mixing bowl that was already set up on the island and turning his mixer on. “Chocolate mousse. I can't do the last few steps until I'm actually ready to serve it, so in hindsight I probably should've made something else for dessert so you wouldn't have to be sitting here waiting for me to finish making it.”

You shook your head. “No, it's totally okay. I like watching you cook, even if it just means watching you whip cream in a mixer.”

Matt tilted his head up towards you. “Yeah?”

You nodded. Matt 's ex must not've liked having to wait. “Yeah.”

A smile spread across Matt's face. “Well then you're in luck, because after I whip the cream you also get to watch me mix it into the chocolate.”

You let out a light laugh. “Ooh, exciting.”

Matt's smile morphed into a grin. “Very. Oh by the way, I wasn't sure what drink pairing you'd prefer with dessert so I got several different options, including chai and both regular and decaf coffee in case you didn't want more wine or any extra caffeine than what's already in the chocolate.”

Your heart warmed at Matt's thoughtfulness. “Whichever one you think goes best with it is fine with me.”

Matt nodded. “Chocovine it is then.”

He took two cordial glasses out of a cabinet and gave them a quick rinse, then took what looked like a wine bottle full of chocolate milk out of the wine fridge on his counter.

He poured a bit into each glass and handed one to you before turning the mixer off and testing the consistency of the whipped cream with a spatula.

You watched as Matt nodded in satisfaction then carefully folded all but a few scoops of whipped cream into the bowl of chocolate, your eyes firmly on his biceps as they flexed under his shirt with each rotation of the spatula.

Matt grabbed a couple of cocktail glasses and layered some chocolate mousse into them before topping each one with more whipped cream and fresh chocolate shavings.

He put a small tasting spoon into each one and slid yours over to you. “Dessert is served.”

“Thank you.” You took a bite and let out a pleased moan, the freshly whipped cream tempering the subtle bitterness of the dark chocolate Matt had used. “Ohmigod, Matt, this is heavenly. Totally worth waiting for.”

Matt took a bite of his own dessert. “I’m glad.”

He nodded over at your cordial glass. “Try it with the Chocovine.”

You picked up your glass and took a sip, your eyebrows raising in surprise at the bittersweetness. “What exactly is in this?”

Matt chuckled. “It's red wine that's been mixed with milk chocolate.”

“Ah, okay, it's good. I can definitely see why you'd pair it with chocolate mousse.” You took another bite of your dessert. “It gives it a bit of sweetness without being overpowering.”

Matt nodded. “Exactly. There's several different varieties, but the original goes best with this particular dessert.”

He gestured to his face. “Uh, you have a little…”

“Oh.” You wiped at your mouth. “Did I get it?”

Matt shook his head and walked around the island to you.

He gently cupped your chin in his hand and caressed the corner of your mouth with his thumb before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

You froze for half a second before relaxing into the kiss, the subtle taste of chocolate on Matt's lips making you smile against his mouth.

Matt caressed your cheek as the two of you parted. “I think we got it.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “You think so, huh?”

Your brow furrowed as a realization struck you. “Hey, wait, how'd you even know I had chocolate mousse on my face?”

Matt suddenly looked bashful. “Oh, uh, actually I didn't, I just wanted an excuse to kiss you.”

You smiled and shook your head. As suave and flirty as Matt was, sometimes he was just adorably cute. “You know, you don't need an excuse.”

Matt bit his lip. “I don't?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Well in that case…” Matt cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours again.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head swimming pleasantly as he deepened the kiss.

You felt like you could spend forever kissing Matt but unfortunately air because a necessity, so eventually the two of you parted once again.

Matt leaned his forehead to yours as the two of you caught your breaths. “I thought about this,” he murmured. “Last Sunday, while you were here for dinner.”

You leaned back to look at him. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. I thought about telling you how I feel about you, holding you in my arms…” Matt reached up and gently ran his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips. “... getting to  kiss you.”

You smiled. “Mmm. And did the real thing measure up to your expectations?”

Matt shook his head and gave you one more soft kiss. “It was even better.”

You sighed happily. “I'm glad.”

A small smirk appeared on Matt's face. “You know, that offer to work out a deal to be your private chef still stands.”

You huffed out a laugh. “In that case I might actually have to take you up on it.”

Matt shook his head, his expression becoming more serious. “Seriously though, I definitely want to keep seeing you, if that's okay.”

Your heart picked up slightly at Matt's confession. “Yeah, I'd really like that.”

You looked towards the window as the distant bells of Clinton Church chimed the hour, surprised to realize that it was already 11 PM. “It's getting late though. I should probably go.”

“Oh.” Matt looked disappointed. “Right, yeah, I'm sure you have an early morning at the paper.”

You hesitated briefly. “Would you, um, would you mind walking me home though? Like I said, it is getting late and cabs are pretty scarce at this time…”

Matt shook his head, a smile spreading across his face once again. “No, not at all. Give me just a second to make sure everything's off.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You grabbed your purse and waited as Matt double-checked to make sure his stove and oven were off before gathering his keys and cane.

“Okay,” he said as he unfolded his cane. “All set.”

He locked his apartment door then took your hand in his as the two of you headed down the hall towards the elevator.

Too soon, the two of you were back at your apartment.

“Thank you for dinner, Matt,” you said as you stopped just outside your building. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

Matt nodded. “I had a wonderful time too.”

You leaned up and gave Matt a soft kiss. “And thank you for walking me home.”

Matt smiled. “It was my pleasure. Can I call you tomorrow?”

You nodded. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Great. I'll talk to you then.”

“Okay. Good night.”

“Good night.”

You headed inside, smiling softly to yourself. You couldn't wait for your next date with Matt.

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Hi I saw that you accept prompts and I have one in mind that has been stuck in my mind for days.. Can you write about Bedelia's parents visiting and Hannibal is her fake "husband"? HAHAHAHA I want him all playing the part too well and Bedelia being kind of awkward and grateful about it. Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

Bedannibal Headcannons prt. 9

I LOVE this prompt, and tried so hard to make this one a drabble, but I couldn't make it flow in a way I felt made sense. So I took the base idea and turned it into this, hope thats okay!

Hannibal was not supposed to be there. Not at all. Bedelia remembers specifically telling him that his appointment was tomorrow, not today.

But here he was, minutes before her parents were set to arrive, letting himself into her home.

"You weren't answering my calls." "Do I have to answer all of your calls?" "Usually you do."

She had left her phone on silent and up in her bedroom so she didn't have to listen to every voice mail her mother would leave on the way over.

Bedelia tries to send him away, but he comments she's too tense, and her perfume is too sweet smelling, meaning she applied to much, and headed to the kitchen, following his nose to find out what in the world she was attempting to cook.

Of course, the harder she pushes for him to leave, the more he insists on fixing the chicken alfredo she was attempting.

When the doorbell inevitably rings, she doesn't go to answer it, at the second ring, Hannibal litterally pushes her towards the door and tells her not to be rude to her guests.

"Could you at least sneak out the back?" "Would you like me too?" "It would be preferable." "No."

After greeting her parents, taking their coats, pouring both a finger of whiskey; Hannibal makes his first apperance, interupting Bedelias mother from whatever comment was sitting on her tounge about her daughters home decor.

He has no hesitation introducing himself as her husband.

"Mr. and Mrs. Du Maurier. I've heard so much about you." "I'm afraid we can't say the same." "Ah, well, lets correct that then. I am Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia's husband."

Bedelias jaw is on the floor. She almost drops her glass from shock, and Hannibal is enjoying every minute of it.

"Husband? This is the first I'm hearing of any of this!" "Bedelia, how could you go and get married without telling your father an I?" "Now, now, It was a courthouse wedding, not all that long ago. The legal paperwork is still processing. I suppose our annoucement got lost in the mail."

Hannibal is masterminding the damage control while Bedelia is trying to understand what the actual hell, he just did.

Bedelia, knowing her mother, is prepared for her to pry and she has no idea what to say. Thankfully, nothing is said right away, both her mother and father were too caught up in getting to know their new 'Son-in-law'.

During dinner is when the questions finally start to come out.

"How did you two meet?" "A psychology confrence in Boston." "How long have you been seeing one another?" "A year and a half." "Is Bedelia as stubborn with you as she is us?" "Very, although I find it rather charming."

Hannibal does most of the brunt work, weaving together a convincing story that almost convinces Bedelia herself.

Once food was served, Bedelias father claims its one of the best dishes shes' ever made. Hannibal lets her take all the credit, and just comments that he's been giving her cooking lessons.

Despite being completely put off, and upset that Hannibal would distrupt her life with such a lie, Bedelia finds herself actually enjoying the night.

Usually, she is stuck listening to her mother going on and on about how she doesn't visit or call enough, how she needs to learn to decorate her home properly, how she should settle down and start a family before its too late.

And then shed listen to her father comment on her food choices, how her lawn care company has butchered her hedges, and once again tell her to call a plumber for the 'leaky' fauset in her first floor bathroom, even though its perfectly fine.

But with Hannibal taking on the conversation, she was able to eat in peace, to talk only when she wished too, despite most of the things coming from her being lies.

Once her parents finally leave, satisfied with their evening, Hannibal sticks around to help her clean up.

"You know, now I'll have to give them your phone number?" "I'm aware." "And that they'll expect us to send them a christmas card with a 'family' photo?" "I suspected such would be the case, as well as you signing 'Bedelia Lecter' instead of 'Bedelia Du Maurier' on anything your parents might see. Unless you plan to keep your maiden name?" "I'm not signing 'Bedelia Lecter' on anything."

"Why would you go through the trouble of doing all this?" "Doing what?" "Creating such a lie and feeding it to my parents as if its the truth?" Hannibal leans in close, his lips pressed to the shell of her ear. "Maybe next time you'll answer your phone."

When he leaves for the night as well, Bedelia cannot bring herself to be truley upset about anything that transpired.

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well, look, that changed everything

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pairing - j. halpert x d. schrute

rating - gen. audiences (concussions, pre-relationship, bisexual jim, au - canon divergence, episode: s02e12 - the injury, fluff)

word count - 1,350

summary - "the injury" alt ending

a/n - wrote this in like 2 hours after watching the injury and seeing that couch moment. please enjoy! also I chose a daffodil for the symbol for this story becuase it symbols new beginnings

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“Finally, feel the... blood coursing through my foot veins,” Michael announced, twirling his wrapped foot. 

Dwight slumped over, groaning. 

Jim stood up quickly, walking over to the downed man. “Oh! Okay, I think we need to take him to the hospital, because... I’m pretty sure he has a concussion.” The salesman hoisted Dwight up, Angela at his shoulders. 

“Oh, now you feel some compassion for him,” Michael said snarkily. 

“He needs to go right now, and you’re his emergency contact. I think that you should go with him.” Angela retorted, steadying Dwight. The older man had his head in his hands, trying to keep it upright. 

“Why don’t you go with him?” 

“I, barely know him…” 

“I want Michael to take me,” Dwight finally spoke, sounding out of it.

“I can’t take you, I don’t have my car.”

“Please?” Dwight interrupted.

“-And yours is all vomity.” Michael finished.

Meredith stepped up, offering, “You can take my van!”

“Oh, okay, that’s great. No, I can’t drive. Jim, why don’t you drive.” 

“Fine.” 

“We’ll go. I’m still recovering. So let’s just, Ryan, could you get my coat, please?” 

Jim grabbed Dwight from his office chair, putting his arm over the taller’s shoulders. They walked toward the office door, Jim almost tripping them up. “Slowly, slowly. Let’s just get to the elevator.”

Dwight started making noise, what sounded like a helicopter. 

“What are you doing? What, stop, stop.” Jim said as they started falling on the couch. 

“Vietnam sounds.” 

A single “stop” was all Jim got out before his lips met Dwight’s. The force of the Schrute sagging onto the couch pulled the younger in, and now their mouths were connected. Not long after, Dwight pulled away, closing his eyes, oblivious to what just happened. Jim blushed; his face turned a violent shade of red. 

“Tired...”

It was the best kiss Jim ever had, but he had to worry about other things at the moment, tucking away the firm press of Dwight’s lips away for later.

“Just take a rake-” 

Jim found the spray bottle, squirting the man. 

“Wake up!” 

“Ahh!” Dwight jolted, sitting up. 

Pam came over, helping him stand. “Wait, here, let me help you, Dwight. Get up, get up.” 

“Okay, Pam, thanks. You’re the best.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Keep him awake.” Jim reminded her. 

“It smells like chicken soup.”

“I know.” They traveled out the door and to the elevator.

“I have to go to the hospital.”

“I know.”

“Where are we going?” 

“I just want to say goodbye, okay?” Pam said, looking at the taller. 

“I’ll be back, I mean…”

“Yes, I know, but it’s gonna be different.”

“Why?”

“It’s just... hard to explain,” Pam answered, shaking her head.

“Aw, Pam, you’re adorable.” He taps her nose, and she smiles. 

“Oh, my goodness!” She backs up a little; Dwight is swaying. 

He giggles as she pulls him in for a hug. “Come here.”

“Oh, huggy hugs.”

-

Michael pushes open the door, calling out, “Shotgun!”

Jim, face still pink but wearing off, asks, “You don’t think you should sit in the back with Dwight?” 

Michael tsks. 

To the doc crew...

“The rules of shotgun are very simple and very clear. The first person to shout “shotgun” when you’re within the sight of the car gets the front seat. That’s how the game’s played. There are no exceptions for someone with a concussion.” 

-

On their way to the car, Michael says, sounding disgusted, “Oh, God, a mini-van. What is Meredith’s problem?”

“Well, I think she has a kid,” Jim responds, Dwight still leaning on him. 

“Yeah, she has one kid, no husband. She’s not gonna find one driving this thing around.” 

“Where are we going?” Dwight asks as Jim opens the side door. 

“Come on, get inside.” 

“Where are we going?” Dwight asks again, gazing off in the distance. 

“We’re going to Chuck E. Cheese.”

“Chuck E. Cheese?” The camera swings to Michael. “Oh, God, I’m so sick of Chuck E. Cheese.”

“We’re going to the hospital, Michael,” Jim says as Dwight climbs into the van. 

“I know, just sayin’.”

-

Michael turns around to Dwight, seeing a bottle in his hand. “Dwight, what are you drinking?” 

“I found it under the seat.” 

Jim looks into the overhead mirror, Dwight smelling the bottle in the reflection.

“Oh my God, Dwight, put that down.” 

“I’m thirsty.” 

Jim leans behind the seat, spraying Dwight in the face. “Give the bottle to Michael.”

Dwight protests, slinking away from the water. 

“Give the bottle to Michael!” He sprays him again.

“I’m thirsty!” 

“Give it to me,” Michael demands. 

“No!”

“Dwight...” Michael faces Jim. “Just keep your eyes on the road. “Turning back to Dwight, he says, “Give me the bottle or you’re fired.”

 “You can’t fire me, I don’t work in this van!”  

“Give it to me, Dwight.” He reaches back for it as Dwight takes a drink. 

“No.”

“Give me the bottle!” Michael yells, still grasping for it.

Jim looks at the passenger seat. “Will you stop?”

“Gimme the bottle, Dwight!” 

“Michael, stop.”

Dwight takes another sip, groaning.

“Just give it!”

Jim retakes the spray bottle, spraying Michaell first and then Dwight, both recoiling. 

“Stop, stop it! Stop spraying!” 

Dwight is whining in the backseat as Michael finally grasps the bottle. 

“My eyes! My eyes!” 

-

“Dwight, what is your middle name.” 

“Danger.” The salesman responded, completely unfocused. 

Michael sighs, thinking. “Something with a ‘K.’” 

Jim answers for him, “It’s Kurt. Wow, I am so sad that I know that.”

“What do I write under ‘reason for visit’?” 

“Concussion.” He rolled his eyes as Michael scribbled something out. “What did you write?”

Michael clears his throat. “Nothing. I wrote ‘bringing someone to the hospital.”

“So you thought they meant your reason for coming to the hospital.”

“No… you know what, Jim, this isn’t about me anymore. I made a miraculous recovery, which is more than I can say for him.” Michael said, motioning to Dwight, who was falling over onto Jim, eyes closed. 

Jim sprayed as Dwight got too close to his shoulder. Dwight sat up immediately, saying, “Hi Michael!” 

“Hi, Dwight.” 

-

The phone rang, and Pam picked it up, saying her signature line, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.” 

Jim responded, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Jim.” 

“Oh my God, what is going on, is Dwight okay?” 

“Uh-hmm, he should be fine, but, uh, they brought him in for a CAT scan.” 

“I can’t believe he’s getting a CAT scan.”

“Michael went in there with him too. It’s pretty sweet.” 

“Really? Michael went in with him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow. Uh, hey, since you’re alone, I saw you kiss Dwight.” 

Jim flushed as it was brought up again. “Um. Yeah, it was an accident; I don’t think it meant anything.” 

“But it meant something to you, right? I mean, Jim, I’ve seen how you look at him. And you always try to get his attention with the pranks. You really gonna tell me there isn’t something there?”

“Damn, you are too good, Beesly.” 

“Mmm-hmm.”

“He’s not gonna remember.” 

“I don’t know about that. You should ask him when he gets better.” 

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. Talk later, Pam.” 

“Yep.” 

--

The next day, Dwight was back at work, there before Jim was, even though he lived farther away. Jim spent all night thinking about the kiss and how he could approach the other about it. 

It was Dwight who said something first, when they were both alone in the break room. 

“Um, Jim.” 

The taller looked away from his sandwich and into Dwight’s eyes. 

“I-I know I accidentally kissed you yesterday, and I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel weird-” 

“I liked it.” Jim blurted, immediately covering his mouth in horror. 

“Yeah? Well, I did too. Can I take you out for dinner then? Tonight? At seven?”

Jim’s eyes were almost popping out of the sockets. “Yes. Yes! A million times yes.” 

Dwight grinned, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. “I guess I will see you later then.” 

The brunette beamed at him as he walked away. 

He’d never been more excited. 

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AgentRainbow'sDaycare Chapter 3

As the rain heavily poured outside the building,a small child wearing her freshy pressed dress and a hair bow in her hair walked in looking very refreshed."Tonia,look, I'm freshened up and... do I look pretty?" Tonia smiled as she finished drying her hair."Of course you do,you look very adorable!" As Tonia picked up Virginia and hugs her into her soft white dress.Meanwhile Rainbow was having complications with the shower.After about an hour,he was dressed in a white collar shirt with a pair of black slacks and a pale purple vest."Damn it, Desmond,he doesn't have anything fashionable in this closet. it's either greens or weird colors!?" He placed a black fedora on his head."Is that all your gonna do is complain,come on, we have the others to help."Tonia grabs her clear raincoat and slips on some rainboots she found.She helps Virginia get her raincoat and boots on as well.Rainbow put his trench coat back on.The tape they chose was Lucas's,the door light was a nice light green but it had a light blue hue to it aswell."Come on, guys!" Virginia said, holding Tonia's hand.Rainbow followed the two with the flashlight in hand.

Elysium forest-5:30pm

As Lucas came back with some mres he found in his storage area,Rosemary was asleep on the pull out couch with papers scattered amongst the place.As Lucas walked in he gave a soft smile,he goes to make the mac n cheese mre and cooked some chicken Rosemary peeks her head up smelling the food."Rose,I made dinner,I couldn't find anything else to drink besides the water and coffee." Lucas nervously chuckled."It's fine, Lucas. I'll take a small cup of coffee. I learned my limits with this tiny....tiny form,I'm still baffled about what happened! It must have been that lunar eclipse with the chemicals in the air it must have done this!" Rosemary had a strong theory, and Lucas did think it was a very strange event."That could be the case,but eat your food. You don't need to starve yourself over this." He sets the plates down and the cup of coffee and water."Thank Lucas!" Rosemary and Lucas eat their meals.After that,they both took showers, and there was a knock at the door.Lucas told Rosemary to hide somewhere."Alright,you Mayer bastards your not taking us away." Lucas sneered from his teeth,his sniper scope to his eye as he opened the door."Holy shit he's armed!?"Rainbow said in a panic.Lucas looked over as he saw the lady in white and the small child in a pretty purple beside her,Lucas saw the name on Tonia's necklace."Wait...Tonia...Are you Desmond's cat Tonia?" He lowered his sniper."Yes, it affected me, and my guess is anyone he considered a friend."she coughed."And Rainbow....I mean little Virginia here is one of his patients, and he cared deeply about her,along with everyone,but we came to see if we could find Desmond." Lucas's expression changed to a worried."He's gone,that doesn't sound like something Desmond would do?"I know,I found it weird, but we need to find him and the other two before something or someone bad comes after us." Lucas called for Rosemary."Rose, get your stuff. we are safe with a friend of mine....cat who's now a human." Rosemary had the whole paper mess cleaned and a suitcase in her hands."Already done! Ooh is this your friend's Desmond's cat!?" She had a sparkle in her eyes."Yup, I also grabbed some mres in case you guys need more food. It might not taste pleasant, but it's food." Tonia nods "welp let's go,maybe take your sniper with you in case those inkblot creatures show up." Lucas grabs his gun and bullets in a camo bag along with some clothes he had to fix to his kid size.They all head back to the door.

[owlbelly]

#cottagecore

cw: truly disgusting farm animal health problems

okay so first off - the chicken is still alive! which is not something i expected honestly, but we did in the end determine that she had sour crop & we spent a week, i kid you not, force-feeding her Monistat twice a day. this is a for-real thing you can do (if you can't get to or don't want to pay for an avian vet, it's not the first choice) & because sour crop is a yeast infection, it works. it remains to be seen if it's totally gone but she started to rally after a couple of days & her crop went down.

but remember how i said we found northern fowl mites on her? well. we'd sprayed her with an "all natural" mite deterrent & thought that was working, but then partway through the week she experienced a massive hatch-out and was CRAWLING with mites, so we covered her in diatomaceous earth (and i put it all over the coop - i've been checking the other chickens for mites and not seeing any, and we've been keeping her separated, but we may have to just treat them all too anyway). thought THAT was working, but then her health started to go back downhill real fast & she lost all the color in her comb & i think she was on death's fucking door so i went out to Tractor Supply today & bought permethrin.

mixed it up, carefully coated her in it, left her for a few hours & then let her out of her carrier to browse for a bit (she doesn't want to eat her pellets or even soft food but she'll eat greens, and we're giving her special water with good stuff in it) and when i looked in the carrier i almost had a goddamn heart attack. it looked like the floor was covered in dirt. it was NOT dirt. it was dead mites, probably hundreds of thousands of them. i am a) so glad we went ahead with the permethrin & b) 100% sure she would have died of blood loss without this. again i can't say for certain that she's out of the woods, there could be something else under ALL these problems, but she is visibly more energetic again! and i am scarred for life oh my god

we gotta re-coat her in permethrin once a week for a few weeks to make sure we get all the hatch-outs (it doesn't kill eggs) but fingers crossed she'll make it that long. even if she doesn't i imagine she has to be worlds more comfortable now. she needs a bath though she smells like a urinal :(

btw we've all decided that after our 9 hens pass on (hopefully of old age) we will not be having chickens again

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 52

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 52

He slept until dawn the next day. It was a night of chaotic dreams featuring a foggy stone courtyard. The sky was grey and decadent, with snow about to come. He was wrapped in a silver fox fur coat and had a pot of wine hot. In the cold night, he can hear snowflakes falling. There were rustling sounds in the atrium. It was the Chinese New Year.

A row of red lanterns hung under the eaves. The water in a copper pot was gurgling and boiling. A blue vase was filled with two taels of green bamboo leaves. The smell of incense floated out of the golden beast furnace. The fox fur was warm and fragrant. Someone sat cross-legged on the opposite side. The fingers of the wine pourer were slender, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Lin Yan turned over in his dream, groped for a while and grabbed a cold hand. He clasped his fingers and slept peacefully.

In the morning, he was woken up by paws. When he opened his eyes, he saw an arrogant fox sitting on his chest, scratching his nose with the tip of his tail. No wonder he felt an itch in his dream and wanted to sneeze. Xiao Yu picked it up, its four paws stretching out, revealing the belly, revealing proof that it was male.

"It's hungry again." Xiao Yu smiled wryly, "It said that if you don't buy it food, it'll go steal the chickens raised in the backyard."

Lin Yan was wearing a pair of big shorts and brushed his teeth with his upper body bare, swallowing a big mouthful of toothpaste foam in a daze.

He asked the waiter to buy another live rabbit and threw it to the fox. After having breakfast with Yin Zhou and A-Yan, the three of them, a ghost and a fox, gathered in Lin Yan's bedroom to discuss a plan of action. While talking, Yin Zhou suddenly choked on laughter, coughing for a long time, and gestured: "Do you think we look like a group of people having dinner in "My Fair Princess" and discussing big plans in the guesthouse?"

With a strange smile, the person at his side said, "Hanxiang, hurry up and show yourself. Mengdan's memory is too weak*!"

*(T/N: A reference to characters from the show "My Fair Princess.")

Regarding "Lin Yan's" previous life, Xiao Yu still couldn't think of anything. Everyone took turns questioning him, but they made no progress.

"This is very formidable." Yin Zhou sighed artificially, "We have to do it ourselves again. First, we should turn to the history books? Are there any simplified characters? Leave the simplified characters for me to read. I don't know the traditional characters."

"I have an idea." Lin Yan took a T-shirt from the box, put it on, and said in a muffled voice, "The coffin."

"What?"

He tugged at the hem of the T-shirt and waved his hands at a few people: "Hey, I'm changing my pants, and I don't think anyone should look."

He was referring to Xiao Yu, who accidentally injured A-Yan. The little Daoist was embarrassed to look up. Lin Yan was also embarrassed. It took him three times to step into his jeans before he sat on the side of the bed with flip-flops.

"I'm talking about the coffin. I looked at it when I entered the tomb. The coffin was a vivid yellow, with landscape patterns and a slight fragrance. It's genuine golden Chinese redwood. Do you know how expensive that thing is? The price of fragrant rosewood couldn't compare to it."

Yin Zhou scratched his hair: "Is fragrant rosewood expensive? My old man has a lot of it. He always holds a string of Buddhist beads in his hand."

Lin Yan rolled his eyes: "All these trust fund kids really don't know the sufferings of average people. Your father's string of rosewood is full of pear oil in its vein lines. If you drain it out, you could fill up a car."

"Golden Chinese redwood is more valuable. A piece of Chinese redwood is said to be ten thousand taels of silver. In order to save on transportation costs, Ming people would often bring carpenters to travel thousands of miles into the mountains with them. When they cut down a good tree, they made coffins on the spot. Southerners paid tribute to the whole redwood. It was inconvenient to transport, and they had to wait for the annual mountain torrents to wash the wood down. Usually, one hundred carpenters went into the mountain, and only fifty returned. The things made of this wood were impossible for ordinary people to even look at, let alone use.”

"So being able to afford such a precious thing means that the Xiao family had high status?" Yin Zhou asked, confused.

Lin Yan and the little Daoist looked at each other and said helplessly: "Code monkeys are so uneducated. Golden redwood was used by emperors in Ming and Qing Dynasties. Qianlong, an old man, had to secretly demolish the Ming Tombs if he wanted to get some wood*. If the Xiao family had the guts to be so bold, they would have already been exiled to the Northwest to enlist in the army."

*(T/N: 乾隆, emperor of the Qing dynasty, reigned sixty years (1735-1796))

"So what's the conclusion?"

"Use your brain and think about it. There's a lot of clues available." Lin Yan slowly poured water for everyone. "Who is the person who could afford to use golden redwood and dared to rely on the fact that they had high status and the emperor was far enough away to not notice? Have you forgotten where we are now?"

A-Yan's eyes lit up: "Back then, Shen Wansan was as rich as an enemy country, and he boasted that he would reward the Three Kingdoms for Zhu Yuanzhang, which caused him to be exiled.*"

*(T/N: Shen Wansan was a merchant at the start of the Ming Dynasty who accumulated great wealth. Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was jealous of his wealth and exiled him for it)

Yin Zhou took a sip of water: "You mean the merchant?"

"This should be a breakthrough." Lin Yan said: "It's strange that there was no surname 'Xiao' among the famous Shanxi merchants in the middle of the Ming Dynasty*. It may be that 'I' really took the risk to get the wood in that life. My family may have some capital. It makes sense that the coffin is full of tokens of love."

*(T/N: Shanxi merchants were among the earliest Chinese businessmen, and their history could be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Shanxi merchants really stood out among other Chinese merchant groups, building a strong and long-lasting commercial network and accumulating enormous wealth.)

"There are many wealthy Jin merchants, and you can't be called rich unless hundreds of thousands of them exist. There are also many Confucian merchants, and every family has scholars. . ."

Before Lin Yan finished speaking, Yin Zhou suddenly stared at him with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

Lin Yan felt a hand on his shoulders, and he subconsciously thought it was Xiao Yu and continued without thinking. Yin Zhou shook his head vigorously and pointed behind him: "You, you, you. . . Behind you. . . "

Lin Yan turned his head suspiciously and bumped into a boy's face. He was fair-skinned, only eight or nine years old, with a sharp chin and shining golden-brown eyes. He was on the short side, with soft hair covering his shoulders, extremely shiny.

"Who's this kid? When did he get in?!" Lin Yan was so frightened that he rushed away, staring at the boy in shock.

"Every day, I have rabbit. I'm tired of eating it. I want to eat chicken." The young man took a handful of copper coins from his jacket, threw them at Lin Yan, and said with a haughty attitude, "Hurry up and buy some chickens!"

"This is the fox." Xiao Yu said innocently, "Don't you know why I asked you to buy chickens? It's been urging me all day, it's very annoying."

Lin Yan stared suspiciously at the handful of copper coins in his hand and fiddled with them. There were Jiaqing, Daoguang, and Xianfeng coins, and a fifty yuan coin was mixed in*. The boy seemed to think that there wasn't enough money, so he took out another coin from the lapel of his shirt for Lin Yan. This time was better, a flat silver yuan coin.

*(T/N: Ancient Chinese currency changed depending on who the emperor was. Jiaqing coins were coins from the Jiaqing emperor (1796-1820), Daoguang coins were from the Daoguang emperor (1782-1850), and Xianfeng coins were from the Xianfeng emperor (1831-1861))

The boy pointed at Lin Yan, shook his head and said, "I know you. Last time when the peach blossoms were in bloom, you went into the mountain once. When you went in, you were alone. When you came out, you took him with you. Grandfather said he used to live in a deserted tomb in the mountain. Grandfather also said he was fierce, but I think he's pretty."

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and gave Xiao Yu a wink. Because of his young age, he looked nondescript.

A-Yan burst out laughing. He took out a piece of talisman paper from his waist, but before he could paste it, the boy snatched it away, threw it on the ground and stepped on it several times.

"Don't try to plot against me. He's the oldest in this room, and then me. You are all a bunch of little kids." The boy propped himself up on the edge of the bed with his hands. He sat down with his legs dangling. His baggy homemade pants were bound by a pair of fine deerskin boots tied on his feet. He bit his fingers triumphantly and gave Lin Yan a side-eye. "I am two hundred years old. You guys should call me grandfather. Kneel down and kowtow!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yan had already reacted to the horror. He took the boy's arms and dragged him to the bathroom while scolding: "Stop jumping around here. Did you brush your teeth after eating meat? The rabbit fur is so dirty. "

Through the door, the sound of the shower and the boy's unwilling wailing came from the bathroom. Yin Zhou pointed to the door with an unbelievable expression on his face: "When did this guy become a demon tamer?"

But after a while, everyone was surprised when Lin Yan and the fox demon reappeared. They didn't know what method he used, but the young man had swallowed his arrogance just now and reluctantly took Lin Yan's hand. His tail was sweeping behind him, his wet hair draped over her shoulders, biting his fingers.

"What should it be called?" Lin Yan raised his eyebrows.

"Older brother." The fox glanced shyly at Yin Zhou and A-Yan, turned around and called Lin Yan again. He jumped to Xiao Yu's side, and the boy rubbed patches of water on his white clothes.

Yin Zhou was confused by the boy's obedient appearance: "Holy shit, how did you do that?"

"To deal with the child, I lied to him that if he was obedient, he'll get to eat chicken, and if he's disobedient, he'll only get worms." Lin Yan spread his hands.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, five people checked out of the room under the waiter's reluctant gaze and rushed to the only bus station in the town. This time, it was five real people. The boy hid his tail and ears, bouncing around like a primary school student. Lin Yan forcibly took off his hunter clothes from an indescribable dynasty and bought some knockoff Adidas in the morning market. The bossy boy was reluctant, and Yin Zhou blamed Lin Yan for being stingy. Lin Yan shrugged: "I'd love to buy authentic ones, but I can't.”

Xiao Yu wore Lin Yan's clothes; jeans, a T-shirt, and hiking shoes. He was actually a bit taller than Lin Yan, but the clothes were on the longer side, so he could barely make do with them. His long hair was tied into a ponytail, like a painter's. It was the first time this ancient man dressed up like this, and he felt uncomfortable. Lin Yan also felt awkward seeing him and secretly laughed as he walked.

It seemed like it had been so long since they had all been so relaxed. Blue sky and white clouds passing, green mountains and water, creaking flatbed trucks passing by, drivers waving mulberry branches to repel mosquitoes. Xiao Yu led the fox demon down a straight dirt path. Lin Yan, Yin Zhou and A-Yan followed side by side. The boy that had just come out of the mountains looked back excitedly from time to time. Lin Yan was a little depressed. The person next to Xiao Yu should have been him, but unfortunately, the ghost refused to get too close to him, no matter what.

When lovers break up, it always feels like the other party still belongs to them, but they are separated by an invisible wall. Occasionally their gaze would cross, and he would turn his head hurriedly, his heart pounding.

When Lin Yan asked the little fox demon if there was any way for others to see Xiao Yu, he didn't actually have much hope. Unexpectedly, the boy readily agreed. He put a leaf on Xiao Yu's forehead and fiddled with it for a while. Everyone was suddenly surprised to see an extra person in their group.

"There's our fox family's magic." The boy rolled his eyes, "But it won't work when there's thunder."

Lin Yan asked, "Why?"

"I'm afraid of thunder." The boy said shyly.

"You have a name?"

The young man squinted his fox eyes, and it took him a long time to reply shyly, "My name is Che because I was born by the lake when the azaleas were in bloom and the lake was cool and clean."

Passing through the field of wild sorghum, in front of him was a flat slope of wild grass with small white flowers swaying on the ground. Lin Yan felt a sense of familiarity. He thought for a while and was suddenly surprised to find that this place was similar to the environment in his nightmare on the first night. The grass was lush, and the sun was harsh and dazzling. Walking up the road, there was only a wild grave in the place where the thatched cottage had been in the dream. It had been there for several years. The grave was almost flat, and there was a wreath of wildflowers. The flowers had been sun-dried and vaguely blackened.

"Is there any incense?" Lin Yan asked the little Daoist priest. A-Yan took out a small bundle of unopened ones from his bag, Lin Yan lit three sticks, respectfully sticking them on the grave.

"What are you doing?" Yin Zhou was puzzled. Lin Yan shook his head and sighed: "What your time comes, it will come regardless. Let's go."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the bus to the city came. Several people crowded in to head to the city to sell hens and buy seeds and left Liumu Town. They bought train tickets in the nearest town where the train was accessible and rushed overnight to the former Shanxi Merchants' gathering place, five hundred years later, Taiyuan prefecture.

[bearratic]

Dabi entered the convenience store. Poking out of his coat pocket was a small kitten. He headed for the hot foods section to pick some fried chicken. However, there was only one piece left. And his hand collided with another as he reached for it.

Keigo, tired, slower than usual had just finally ended his last patrol round. A quiet night hadn’t worked against his low lidded eyes, but he knows what will. Coffee. Luckily for him there seems to be a store open yet at this hour of the night, so he swoops down, folds in his wings to squeeze through the slow sliding doors and pops in. The place seems empty except for the cashier but then again Hawks wasn’t on top of his game currently. Dragging himself towards the hot section of the store he uses the coffee machine, he stares at the slow filling cup as he blinks a couple of times. This smell, the sound of the grinding beans.. is a type of comfort. However another scent seems to make its way towards the hero’s nose, a smell he loves even more than the fresh brown beans mixed with hot water.

Chicken. And fried chicken at that.

With newfound strength he brings himself over to the source, his eyes straight and only focused on the price as he reaches for the last piece. But his hand stops as he feels a brush of another against it, talk about heated section he can even feel it through his glove. That is one warm hand. Keigo looks up, snapping out of his tunnel vision to inspect the guy that seems to have appeared out of nowhere. A long black coat, matching the darkness of his hair, a white shirt that hangs lower on his chest. And especially the stitches that cover his lower jaw and face, but Hawks isn’t put off, he hangs around shadier individuals. So he just retracts his hand for now. You’re a hero, Hawks this is what heroes do, endless acts of selflessness. Give it to him. He looks over the other one more time, under all those burns and battered skin he seems like a regular guy. “You can.. have it.” Keigo starts as he still tries to put on a smile and flashy performance. But giving up his favorite… sucks.

Letting it go he wants to turn away and at least pay for his coffee though a little hairball seems to catch his golden eyes, a small kitten is poking out of the other male’s pocket. The hero’s smile, now genuine as he sends one of his smaller feathers for the feline to play with. Careful to not let it get caught in the tiny yet sharp nails.

Maybe some smalltalk won’t hurt after all. His owner seems just as interesting as the bundle of fur he carries. “So, who are the two delinquents I lost my dinner to tonight hm?” He jokes while he looks at the kitten but he’s subtly asking the other for his name.

[i-smell-nell]

A͓̽ ͓̽Y͓̽e͓̽a͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽A͓̽b͓̽r͓̽o͓̽a͓̽d͓̽ - Chapter 4

I helped Kalie get her bags into the flat and then shut the door. her hair was all blown about which looked pretty funny. mine was too but i was not slaying. she took her chicken nugget coat that she probably got on amazon for thirty bucks bitch in 2018 and was featured in a vlogmas video and threw it down next to the door where she kicked off her balenciaga croc heels.

"Holy shit. are those the balenciaga croc heels??" i exclaimed.

"Yeah!" she replied, more bubbly than i would have expected given the circumstances, "I got them at the goodwill for like fifteen dollars a couple months ago. Ab. solute. STEAL!!."

"Oh my god, I'm so jealous. Anyway, welcome, hi, Lets get your stuff into your room so you can crash and I can too. I spent way too long playing animal crossing last night." I said.

Kalie laughed and we moved her things into her room. It didnt take long to get her set up. We gabbed for a bit before we both fell asleep in my room. I was on the bed and kalie was slumped backwards in my beanbag (it was not $300).

a couple of hours later, i was woken up by the loudest sound i'd ever heard in my life. I thought someone was being shot up outside or another big ass tractor was driving down the main street again but i looked around and kalie was still Asleep. It was kalie. she was snoring! I would have said it was cute but even that one crossed the line. My moms chihuahuas at home werent even as loud as that...

I decided to sneak out. As i glanced quickly at the clock it said 9:04 am.

Perfect. Coffe time.

In the kitchen, I put the kettle on and leant against the rugged looking old table that was one of the only pieces of furniture we had. It was left when I moved in, clearly bc people who were here before didnt wanna take it home. I took the only 2 mugs I had from the cupbrads and filled them with some coffee. then water. i huffed the steam as it rose from the cups and i felt the shiver all the way down to my juicy bussy. God the smell gets me high.

I added milk, even though i have ibs (i love the challenge of going about my day beating the odds after trying my luck with darey. My aunt Shery says it builds character... she's weird.)

......

Later on, I had finished my coffee and had some breakfast (i had cereal which looking back i shouldnt do that again cause that was a lot of milk) and i noticed the helicopter snoring had stopped. All felt at peace.

Until i heard a slam on the ground from the other room. I ran in and found kalie on her back flat on the ground wiggling like a tortoise that had been flipped upside down. She must have fallen off the beanbag! I went and helped her up.

"Oh my god.... thank you so much. That was really EMBARRASSING!!" kalie joked to mitigate the shame she felt from being flipped like like a tortoise. I felt bad for her. we needed to go out to ikea and ger her a bed that she wouldnt fall off of.

"What time is it?" she asked, "I need to feed-" she froze and went karen white. " OH MY GOD!! WAFFLE!!" she screamed, running out of the room, almost smacking her face on the door frame as she went.

What the fuck is a waffle? i thought. She wants breakfast?? is it like a medication?

[vestaria]

𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮}

Epilogue,

“There lay a sheep, Among the leaves and crimson liquid.”________________________________________

Rounded sheep, Dogs at it snapping at their ankles. A man in a straw hat holding the fenced gate’s door open while a child stood at his side. It was the prime year of 1957, Summer had just blown in, and the air was blistering. A heavy smell of Fertilizer and hay, Almost signature, blew in the wind. It had been that time to shed the sheep of their winter coat, and the crops their produce.

Unlike the sheep, now resting inside the large barn, The Small redhead boy skipped along the walkway with a whistle. He was the son of the farmer and the older brother to a younger sister.

Wooden toy plane in hand, He circled the cows, ran it along the horse's side, and rested it along the door of the sheep pen.

Without much thought, it slipped from his fingers and dropped inside, making a small puff when hitting the hay inside the feeder. With an exasperated expression, he stood on his tiptoes and unhinged the gate, stepping inside.

It was quiet, besides the subtle sound of movement against the hay from the boy's shoe as he brushed past each animal. He was quick with obtaining the wooden item and sat along the side of a wall where a sheep lay. Its left ear was tagged with a yellow laminated plastic card, marking it for slaughter. It was small for a sheep, about half the size of the others. Gently petting the head, the boy pushed his knees down and slowly crouched his way to a standing position.

“What’re you doing in here? “ A Man's voice rang, causing the kid to look over quickly, eyes wide before he relaxed. It was his father, Carrying a bucket of feed for the chickens.

“I was just..My plane fell inside the sheep feeder” He said, holding it out with his hands like evidence.

His father raised a brow, glanced at the plane, and then behind him at the sheep laying along the floor asleep, “ Huh, Alright, Go inside and eat dinner Julius, the sun's low already, Make sure to tell your mother to save me a plate. I’m gonna clean up around here with the other farmhands.” With a gruff breath, the man walked past the boy and towards the coop. Watching his father walk away, Julius glanced back at the small sheep, barely noticing it staring back from its fetal-like position on the hay before closing the gate.

Night had fallen, and a cooler wind breezed in through the open windows. Serene Silence besides the crickets chittering and the leaves fluttering along each gust of wind. Two beds, One boy and a girl, One awake and restless. Julius stared at the window through his eyelashes, the critters contributing to his restlessness. It wasn’t until his door creaked open that he tossed to his right, partly sitting up to see a figure in the shape of a man. His lip quivered slightly before letting out a hushed voice “F..Father?”. When he spoke, the shadow stepped more in, the moon's blue glow casting upon his father's disoriented face as the darkness clashed with his sight.

He was still before parting the door from its frame just a few more inches

“Julius, Quietly put your shoes on and join me in the barn, Don’t wake your sister. Be quick. “ he disappeared back into the darkness of the hallway, leaving the door open. Confused, he did as told, they he wouldn’t dare disobey his father.

The cold immediately hit his skin, pricking at his cheeks and nose to slightly redden them. Immediately, the boy made his way to the barn, faint shuffling echoing inside. The sound stopped after a few seconds of him approaching the darkness, An eerie silence filling the air before his father's voice called out to him “Julius! Over here, Bring the lantern on the stool” it was slightly hushed. Grabbing the items as told, he switched on the lantern and followed where the voice came from, The sheep pens. The gate was slightly opened, a small mutter from a sheep escaping as his father swung the gate open slowly

“Place the lantern beside mine and get in here,” His father said before ushering the boy in.

Upon closer inspection, he was holding a rope. At the other end was tied the small sheep, it wobbled and lifted its thin legs slightly as it was yanked out of the pen, “Julius, Grab the rope and bring ‘er out so I can close the gate.” His father ordered, the boy nodding and holding the other end while trailing the small one out of the pen.

It was an odd night, the chirping and chittering of the forest behind the property had gone quiet, and the sound of leaves in the wind had fallen silent as well. Clouds covered portions of the moon, its vibrant light barely peaking as if it was hiding. Without much delay, his father stepped out, closing the button to his hip holster before clasping the lock on the gate.

Fumbling with the lanterns, he began walking out,

“Alright Julius, follow me, closely. Make sure the cattle don’t escape from that leash.” He ordered before continuing.

They walked for a while, a straight line as they kept onward into the forest. The boy began to doze off, looking down as each step crunched a few leaves of the now dew-frozen grass that was brittle. He kept on until his father stopped him with a hand against his chest,

“Alright, we’ve gone far enough, hand me the rope.” Without any resistance the boy did, hands placed inside his pockets as he glanced around the silent forest, Curious. It wasn’t until he looked more ahead, trees barely blocked the faint ruby glow ahead. Vines stemmed from the area, wrapping around the nearest tree trunks as if they were strangling them. They dangled from the branches, constantly secreting a reddish powder that dusted the greenery and wood like sawdust,

“Alright, this should be good, place the lanterns on the ground and follow me.” Glancing back toward his father, he saw the small sheep under his armpit. Its legs and arms were knotted together with the rope which wrapped around its whole body in various knots as if to keep it from breaking free. Julius was struck with a concerned look as he nodded slowly, following behind as they stepped past various trees until the faint luminescent red began to get slightly brighter. Upon walking a few more steps, a clearing in the woods approached.

It hit his nose immediately, the smell of vinegar and rust, a wave of nausea erupting as he placed a hand over his nose. Vines along the forest floor, like a sea of red, heaving slightly as if they were breathing,

“f..father?, What.. what is this?” Julius strained out over his hand, the scent tickling his nose and throat like chilly powder,

“Juunies, they eat flesh of man and animals.” He said, shushing the boy after,

“Don’t touch them, damn parasites. It’s already enough feeding them cattle each other month” The father's voice lowered as he got towards the end of his sentence, “I only brought you to watch. I’m getting old, I won’t be able to do this soon, they spread too fast and ruin our crops when the dust is carried towards the barn.” The man sighed, fixing the sheep under his arm before turning towards his son,

“Stay here, Don’t Move.” He ordered, making his way towards the stump.

Under his shoes the vines would part, revealing the red-dusted ground, as if avoiding his boots. Swiftly, his father placed the sheep on the wood, gently, but quickly. Julius’s eyes were sunken in with horror, the stinging in his throat making it hard to breathe and tears swelled up in his eyes

“Father! You can’t.. You're not going to.. Feed the sheep to those things, right? Father!” When he wouldn’t look his way, the boy looked down at the vines, they were like waves,

“Julius!, You’d better stay over there.” His father said, grimacing as he unholstered the gun and pressed the entrance along the sheep’s temple. It didn’t move, struggle, break free, but stared at the boy. Its unchanging brown eyes almost telling him, it’s alright.

A gunshot rang through the forest, hooves falling limp before crimson rolled down the sides of the trunk like a gentle stream, staining the vines that began to move up the wood. Its eyes still open, but without a shine to them for the soul had already departed, leaving behind nothing but flesh and bone with an empty husk.

The wind blew a gentle breeze, Heavy silence filling the air as Julius watched the plants envelop the corpse until it was just a pile of vines.

His father, Walking back, holstered the gun back in his side before taking the boy's hand and leading him home.

Though, neither of them talked the whole walk there.

// To be continued

[muffindaddystyles]

OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

//

Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

[koocycle]

play thing | drabble series (i).

pairing. basketball player!jungkook x female reader

summary. jungkook is aware of the fact that you’re not his to love, yet he’s eager to show you what you’re missing out on.

wc. 3065

warnings. none

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‘‘You look really pretty today.’’

A hint of a barely visible flush creeps up your already heated cheeks upon hearing the words leaving his lips. You don’t want to show your vulnerability at such an everyday compliment, yet the act seems a bit too hard when your lips break into a grin you’d rather keep to yourself today - completely losing your focus under his heated gaze attempting to meet your own.

‘‘Thank you, Jungkook.’’

He tries to hide the smile that’s making an appearance on his face, but he finds your flustered state way too adorable to not be entertaining on this fine afternoon. He can tell you’re not used to getting compliments by the way you innocently play with the heavy fabric of your dress, pretending to dismiss the existence of the wet haired man in front of you, but he knows better than that. Better than this simple act of innocence you’re putting up for him. 

And he’s not making it any easier on you — not when he is looking at you like this. His entire figure is casually leaning back against the heavy door of the men’s locker room and his backpack hangs lazily over one of his shoulders as you can suspect that there’s nothing more in there besides a total of two pencils in desperate need for a new grinding.

‘‘You can look at me, you know?” He’s mumbling this time, words barely audible before his gaze shifts to his feet, his head tilting and the grimace not yet visible on his face. ‘‘Barely complemented you. I don’t bite.’’

His words make you shoot an eyebrow up your forehead, giving you the final strength to look him in the eye this time. You know exactly what he’s doing.

“I mean — unless you’re into that?”

There it was. The boyish grin just begging to show up, the hint of pure mischief continuing to gleam in his eyes — the kind he wouldn’t be able to hide even if he wanted to. You had expected it to come to this point already, had been waiting for it, actually.

You straighten your back, composing your posture in front of him. And he oh so desperately tries to not avert his eyes down your slightly pushed out chest. The lightweight fabric of your nude colored blouse is allowing him to catch a glimpse of your bra, but he won’t let his guard down.

“I’m not, actually.” You manage to answer smugly, a load of confidence washes over you as you already have a feeling as to where this is heading. This surprises him as well, the sudden hint of a tease clearly audible in your voice.

“Hm, no?”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

Your friend dramatically rolls his eyes at the obvious lie, a glimpse of a pretty smile tugging at the corners of his lips.  He shifts his weight on both his feet now as he disregards the locker room door by itself, prepared to make his way over to you now – and you can already feel the beat of your heart in the base of your throat with each step he takes. Because he’s looking bolder than the days before. More daring – defiant, almost. Ready to take on the challenge and not willing to lose anytime soon.

His entire aura screams fuck me in the janitor’s closet five minutes before your next class starts.

No.

No.

 ‘‘Tell me what you are into then.’’ His eyebrow cockily raises up on his forehead as his head just slightly tilts, knowing he’s got you stuck in place. The confident expression you had written on your face completely dismissed.  

 You can’t handle him.

You clear you throat, announcing your defeat. “You know I got you guys take out?’’ The high pitched undertone in your voice betrays you – but what else do you have in your power when he stands in front of you like this? The warmth of his body this close to you, you’re actually able to feel him? ‘‘Chinese.. take-out..’’

Both of his eyebrows raise up this time, the surprise coating his features perfectly. ‘‘What?’’ as his gaze shifts to the barely open bag hanging on to your fingertips, you feel a little less intimidated before him. “Seriously?” his tattooed fingers curl around the shoulder straps of his backpack, “I love Chinese take-out. You’re an actual angel.”

When he’s right in front of you, his gaze feels heavy on your shoulders. You tell yourself he’s only interested in the food, but there’s too little space between your bodies for that to be true. His cologne is even stronger this time and it makes your mind all cloudy.

“Uh.. It’s just,” you immediately stop talking as you feel yourself grow hot under his presence, stumbling over your own words before you attempt to gulp your nerves away. “Just some sweet sesame chicken with fried rice and egg rolls.. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Still an angel.” He smiles down at you, pinching the tip of your chin just slightly before taking his backpack off and hastily rummaging through it. “Let me pay you back.”

“Oh no,” You immediately try to reassure him, “Absolutely not, Jeon. Over my dead body. You guys trained for over 5 hours, this is the least thing I could do. ”

You watch him pull an eyebrow up, a small smile appearing on his features. As if asking you why you wouldn’t want the money. As if you’re the crazy one here.

“___” He goes, the stern warning in his voice not being dismissed. “You just bought an entire meal for a team of fifteen hungry men. It’d be disrespectful not to pay you back, honestly.”

“You’re not paying me back. End of conversation, Jeon.” You point an accusing finger his way, a cute smile on your face.

Nonetheless, your finger gets dismissed by him as he shakes his head in disapproval before rummaging through his backpack yet again.

Pulling out a rather small wallet, he opens up and goes through it.

“This should be enough.”

He holds the money in between two fingers in the air, pretty pink lips turning into a knowing smile when your eyes widen at the paper in his grip.

“That’s way too much, Jungkook.” A snicker leaves him when you cup your smaller hands over his bigger ones, pushing the 50 dollar bill back to his chest. “Way too much. Are you out of your mind?”

“Are you?” He challenges, eyebrows raising as he waits for you to say something, “I honestly don’t mind paying you back, ___. If anything, it would make me feel better knowing I paid for my own lunch.”

“I mind, though. We’re not doing this.”

“Come on,” He whined, tilting his head slightly but still remaining eye contact with you. “You bought me food, this is the least thing I can do.”

“I bought all of you food, not just you.” You correct him, pointing a long finger at him. He thinks it’s such an adorable act and can’t stop himself from wrapping his entire palm around your pointer finger. “You’ll treat me on Mexican next time, won’t you?’’

When your hand moves in its place to intertwine your fingers together, the last thing Jungkook does is protest. He proudly accepts your soft hand to take place in his own. His thumb gazes over the smooth skin as he can’t help the grin from appearing.

“You win.” He states in defeat, voice lowering a few volumes down until he goes mute, you almost don’t notice the “for now,” he mouths after.

Beats of silence pass between your figures. Your hands are still intertwined and there’s too little space between you to be seen as two average friends with platonic intentions only. The silence hanging in the air isn’t uncomfortable, but rather peaceful. 

You don’t see Jungkook that often, and that’s partly due to both of your packed schedules, growing stack of assignments, and his unending amount of training sessions in basketball court. Nevertheless, he is a great friend to you, and you’re grateful to share this friendship with him. You’re comfortable around him, and you’re sure it’s the other way around as well. That’s an obvious fact considering the way you’re standing here with him. Holding hands with giggly expressions on your faces. 

‘‘Stealing my girlfriend, Jeon?’’ 

It’s crazy how fast the distance between you and Jungkook enlarges within a second when the heavy locker room door comes to an abrupt open. You feel as shocked as you look like with the sudden change of atmosphere, eyes slightly wide when a startled, and rather uncomfortable smile finds its way on your lips.

That’s right; Jungkook kind of seemed to forget about this dude.

‘‘Oh I- uh.. we were just.. talking.’’ Jungkook manages to blurt out, fingers reaching out the scratch the back of his neck. 

‘‘I know. Don’t sweat it, man.’’ The new figure that enters the scene dismisses Jungkook somewhat faster than needed after his attempt on reassuring him, now centering his eyes on you. He stands in between you as if creating a shield around you – as if creating some sort of barrier between you. His hands are slightly up in the air, presumably ready to embrace you in his arms.

‘‘Minho..’’ His name trails off your lips in a rather hesitant manner, Jungkook can’t help but notice. ‘‘How did training go?’’ Your tone is so soft and delicate, filled with affection. 

The larger male takes a few more steps towards you, invading your space as his hands slip around the small of your back. You almost don’t notice the rest of the guys walking out of the locker room as well with him filling your sight, allowing them to have a front row seat on the scene unfolding in front of them. 

‘‘It went fine. What’re you doing here, hm?’’ His words are slightly mumbled before he pushes your body more against his own, his smell overtaking you. He barely gives you some time to process the question before his lips slam against yours, taking you in a hungry kiss. 

The guys watch the scene expand in front of their noses, a few ‘‘oohs’’ thrown in there when your boyfriend deepens the kiss even more, causing you to be thrown off guard a bit. 

‘‘Minho,’’ You try to speak in between the kisses, but he won’t budge. Nervous laughter manages to escape you, ‘‘We’re not alone.’’

Jungkook wants to look the other way a little too badly, but his eyes are somehow still glued on the show you’re currently putting out. He would rather not call the heavy feeling in his stomach something along the lines of disgust, but it’s hard for him not to with the way his insides are turning upside down.

“Better find a room for those two or we’ll be stuck here all day.” It’s Min Yoongi who snickers beside the damp haired boy, nudging his side with his elbow. But Jungkook can’t seem to laugh at the attempted joke. Instead, his fingers are tightening around the straps of his backpack once again, trying to collect his cool.

Your hand is carefully placed on your boyfriend’s chest in attempt to calm the kiss down before he finally quits the whole act all together.

‘‘Can’t even kiss my girlfriend now?’’ Jungkook wants to wipe the grin that's slowly but surely growing on his face off. And the feeling is only starting to increase when the large male turns back to his teammates, a disgusting smirk visible on his features. 

Such an ass.

Jungkook can’t help but scoff at the sight – and visibly so. He’s just using you to show off. 

‘‘I uh..’’ You start but trail off the rails soon enough, making the attention turn back to you, ‘‘I brought you guys some take out, you texted me that you guys have been training all day and I figured out-”

“You brought us take out?”

You don’t get to finish your sentence when Kim Namjoon speaks up from behind, eyes bulging out of his head before slipping past his teammates’ bodies. And even when he eventually stands before you, trying to peek inside the plastic bag in your hands, you can’t help but note the huge amount of height difference between you. No wonder his coach never let him rest on one of the benches during all the competitions played so far - he’s easily one of the tallest players on the field.

It doesn’t take a lot of peeking before a gasp escapes his lips, “Dude - she got them egg rolls, I’ve been craving those all week.’’ Eyes buckle out of his scalp, ‘’All damn week.”

Jungkook can see you shooting a warm smile at Namjoon from afar, content with the way it seems to light the male up – pretty dimples making an appearance as his nearly perfect set of teeth shine brightly in your view. He can almost compare you to a child who just gave their parents the perfect valentines gift, looking all bubbly and excited over this.

‘‘I got some chicken as well.’’ You thrillingly whisper to your side, another set of giggles escaping you once Namjoon, once again, is ready to attack that plastic bag in your grip.

‘‘I didn’t expect you to come with take-out, though.’’ Minho sighs heavily, catching your attention almost immediately as you look at him with a huge set of eyes. The tone of his voice is disgustingly sweetened up as he swallows you back into his embrace, hands dissolving around the small of your back, not caring about the remaining players gauging at the two of you from the other side of the hall. ‘‘We already made plans, babe.’’

You don’t hold on to him the same way he does to you, Jungkook notices. The bright gleam in your eyes from before has already disappeared, now replaced with a frown between your brows. And he hurts for you.

‘‘You can’t reschedule?’’ You ask hazily, almost afraid to ask the question. ‘‘I know Joon would like some take-out.’’ Your hair falls out of your face when you spare Namjoon a pretty glance from over your shoulder.

Yet your boyfriend shakes his head, ‘‘Not this time. You should’ve told me before you went all out to please my teammates like this, love.’’ He titters at his own joke, thinking he’s funny. Still, a few guys besides Jungkook seem to snicker a bit at your rosy-looking cheeks. But he can’t bash an eyelash.

If no one is going to say it, he will.

‘‘Of course we can reschedule.’’ Jungkook speaks up, catching the eyes of your boyfriend immediately, quickly followed by your own. ‘‘We can go for some fast food any other day.’’

When Minho raises a cocky eyebrow up his forehead, the question already written on his features, Jungkook heaves out a tired sigh.

‘‘Come on, man. She bought us an entire meal.’’ His open palm points to the bag, which is still hanging around your curled fingers, reddening the tips completely.  

‘‘It’s not like I asked her to.’’ He bites, almost as if what he had said offended him. ‘‘Right..?’’ He’s looking back at you now, fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he hides them behind your ears. An irky smile visible on his face.

‘‘Right.’’ He confirms once he sees you nodding, placing a hasty kiss on the soft surface of your cheek. ‘‘I’ll call you after. Promise.’’

You’re not worried about him not contacting you – that’s the least thing on your list you’re concerned about. But he doesn’t care. Will not now, will not ever.

‘‘Okay..’’ You manage to say, your voice coming out softer than you had expected. And even though his embrace hadn’t really done anything to warm you up, the void sweeping up to you once he leaves you in place feels a little heavier right now.

‘‘I’m out of here.’’ The guy states, convinced the other guys will follow after him when his hands are raised besides his head. As he turns around without a second glance your way, your eyes follow his figure until he’s out of sight, heading for the exit.

Namjoon, the one whose mouth was watering at the idea of take-out just a minute ago is the first one who breaks the uncomfortable silence. ‘‘Next time, little one.’’ He pats your head gently, making backwards steps to disappear in a second. ‘‘Thank you, though.’’ He’s shooting you an apologetic look before big steps follow your boyfriend’s down the stairs.

Min Yoongi is the next one who leaves the scene to what it is, followed by a few other guys. But unlike Namjoon, these guys don’t do much other than gifting you a few uneasy smiles — ready to leave as soon as possible. And for some reason, it makes you feel even worse.

The silence that follows when it’s just you and Jungkook standing in front of each other hurts more, though. You’re embarrassed, he can see that much.

“Come here.” Your friend spreads his arms for you to jump into, yet you don’t make a move to do exactly that. “We’ll get out of here and eat it together. It might be a little much—” He embraces you in his warmth when you don’t attempt anything, “but do you want to see how many rice cakes I can stuff in my mouth?”

You only glare at him, not having it in you to laugh at the attempted joke when your boyfriend’s irritated expressions occupies your mind.

“I know you’re tempted.” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at you, close to succeeding in cheering you up. And it nearly makes you want to give in and have just as a good time as Minho is about to have — but you don’t have the heart to do so.

Instead, your heart is seeking for validation.

Hence you decide to push him away. Only for you to doubt your previous actions for the upcoming few hours.

“It’s alright, Guk.” You smile at him, hand on his chest as you push him away. “I was gonna share some with my roommates anyways.”

The excuse sounds weak to the ear, even to you. But it’s not stopping you from making your way out of the hall before he seems to progress it, mind occupied with your insecurities.